Quentin/Description

Standing at just barely over 6 feet in height, Quentin is a thin man looking to be in his mid twenties. Black hair, combed back and held in place with a keen observance of gel, gives one a good look at that obvious but not overly pronounced widow's peak that the man's hairline sports thanks to genetics. Cut short in back and on the sides with the finesse of a razor's application at the borders, it allows for that well controlled crop of darkness on top to take center stage. Matching dark eyebrows hover over deepset hazel eyes that have more yellow and green mixed in than blues and browns. Amber fire burns there in those eyes, a quiet intensity that seems ever vigil. They look out from a face that, while patrician in nature with high cheekbones and a long jaw, seems just a little bit too bland, or not chiseled enough, to truly be called handsome. His mouth, often set into a firm line of concentration, is encircled by a meticulously well groomed goatee of midnight black, short and neat and precise. His complexion, while on the paler side, seems a matter more of genetics than of lack of time out of doors. When he does speak, Quentin's voice is a quiet baritone that does not require volume to be heard. As with his overall demeanor, there is something about him that goes beyond the not quite handsome features. In his eyes, in his voice, in the manner in which he carries himself with a stance of utter calm and complete focus, Quentin carries about him a presence of intensity that, for better or worse, seems to create a kind of magnetism all its own.