- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
"Alright," Quinn replied, nodding slightly. He was apparently oblivious to Sveta's sudden change in attitude, although Quebec certainly noticed it, and filed it away under other valuable pieces of information about her. "I guess I'll go in order then.
"Have you ever been to Nepal? The whole country is in the Himalayan mountains, and nothing there is flat. It is exhausting to get anywhere on foot. But, at the same time, no matter where you go, you can always see the mountains. And, once you get a little way outside the cities, it is like you enter into a whole new world." Quinn's eyes seemed to glaze over slightly, and once more there was no hint of Quebec within him. Quebec politely receded from the surface, gently pulling memories together and weaving them into an intricate quilt of experience. And Quinn read the patterns of that quilt like an artist, and they sung in his heart.
"Even in the summer the tops of the mountains are white, and they glow so bright in the sunshine that sometimes I would swear that they must have been the pathway to heaven. In some places it is so completely silent that you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat. It was peaceful there in a way that most Americans can never truly understand, and I didn't need to... think so much. Think all the time about where I was going and what I was doing and what I should be doing and what I shouldn't be doing. All that just... vanished. And all that was left was me.
"That is the only time I've ever almost given up my job. In that space, in that moment, I honestly considered giving it all up and just... living there." He paused, and refocused on Sveta, before letting out a self-mocking laugh. "Of course, I didn't stay. On the one hand I was living on company funds at the time, and I would have been left destitute had I quit. On the other hand, the next story was waiting over in India. I ran out of time, I got on a plane, and I left. Sometimes I still consider going back, and just staying there for a while, but the stories never wait that long. Shame."
There was another moment of silence before Quinn seemed to remember that he was supposed to be talking. "What was the second question again? Oh, right. Religion. I certainly can't call myself a religious man. I was raised Catholic, but it never really meant anything to me, and my parent's weren't strict enough to force it on me. I've wandered all over the world and have been exposed to countless different religions, and I've seen the good and the bad of all of them. It would really be impossible for me to adhere to any one. I've kind of assembled the pieces of each that speak to me, but that doesn't really make me religious. I'm not against a higher power, but nor am I convinced of its existence. So I guess I just sit somewhere in the middle in a religion that isn't really a religion. At this point I'd normally ask what about you, since that can often be very important, but I think I'll just go ahead and answer your last question.
"I have an absolute mess of family. And I mean that in the most positive way possible, but I've got so many relatives I can't even really keep track of them all. I guess on the direct connection you've got mom and dad, still married, still living in Ohio in the same house they raised me and my siblings. As for siblings; older brother Kevin, in pediatrics, I guess he never got tired of having to care for younger siblings, younger sister Enya, who is a professional horse trainer, younger brother Nevan, who is a glassblower, I guess odd jobs run in the family, and then younger brother Torin, who is a chef for a high class restaurant. My mom was Irish, and very proud of her ancestry, so all of our names trace back to Ireland. Dad... was probably Irish, but he had so many nations in his bloodstream that even he couldn't keep track of them all. Anyways, he was perfectly happy to let my mother name us whatever she wanted, so long as it couldn't be used as a weapon against us in our childhood.
"My mom has three siblings, my dad... had four, now only has three, and all of them had at least two children, if not more. My grandparents on both sides all had a lot of siblings, and only my Great Aunt Gertrude on my father's side didn't have any children. Even a three generation get together could probably pull in nearly eighty people. If the families of spouses could come as well, it would be an even larger number. All things considered, there hasn't been that much pressure on me to get married. Kevin is the one who really likes children, and he has given mom and dad enough grandchildren that I can easily be passed over and not put a dent in the ever-growing family tree.
"My family and I get on pretty well. They've never entirely understood my instinct against settling down, but they are all supportive. I mean, Nevan is a glassblower, for Christs sake. They aren't about to complain about my choice in profession. We talk whenever I'm in America, but there are months at a time when none of them hear from me. Even mom has gotten used to it at this point." Quinn shrugged, changing the line of the conversation. "I don't know if you want me to keep going. I've got enough anecdotes and stories to fill a small library. You might have to give me a bit more direction than "what are they like," though."
"Have you ever been to Nepal? The whole country is in the Himalayan mountains, and nothing there is flat. It is exhausting to get anywhere on foot. But, at the same time, no matter where you go, you can always see the mountains. And, once you get a little way outside the cities, it is like you enter into a whole new world." Quinn's eyes seemed to glaze over slightly, and once more there was no hint of Quebec within him. Quebec politely receded from the surface, gently pulling memories together and weaving them into an intricate quilt of experience. And Quinn read the patterns of that quilt like an artist, and they sung in his heart.
"Even in the summer the tops of the mountains are white, and they glow so bright in the sunshine that sometimes I would swear that they must have been the pathway to heaven. In some places it is so completely silent that you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat. It was peaceful there in a way that most Americans can never truly understand, and I didn't need to... think so much. Think all the time about where I was going and what I was doing and what I should be doing and what I shouldn't be doing. All that just... vanished. And all that was left was me.
"That is the only time I've ever almost given up my job. In that space, in that moment, I honestly considered giving it all up and just... living there." He paused, and refocused on Sveta, before letting out a self-mocking laugh. "Of course, I didn't stay. On the one hand I was living on company funds at the time, and I would have been left destitute had I quit. On the other hand, the next story was waiting over in India. I ran out of time, I got on a plane, and I left. Sometimes I still consider going back, and just staying there for a while, but the stories never wait that long. Shame."
There was another moment of silence before Quinn seemed to remember that he was supposed to be talking. "What was the second question again? Oh, right. Religion. I certainly can't call myself a religious man. I was raised Catholic, but it never really meant anything to me, and my parent's weren't strict enough to force it on me. I've wandered all over the world and have been exposed to countless different religions, and I've seen the good and the bad of all of them. It would really be impossible for me to adhere to any one. I've kind of assembled the pieces of each that speak to me, but that doesn't really make me religious. I'm not against a higher power, but nor am I convinced of its existence. So I guess I just sit somewhere in the middle in a religion that isn't really a religion. At this point I'd normally ask what about you, since that can often be very important, but I think I'll just go ahead and answer your last question.
"I have an absolute mess of family. And I mean that in the most positive way possible, but I've got so many relatives I can't even really keep track of them all. I guess on the direct connection you've got mom and dad, still married, still living in Ohio in the same house they raised me and my siblings. As for siblings; older brother Kevin, in pediatrics, I guess he never got tired of having to care for younger siblings, younger sister Enya, who is a professional horse trainer, younger brother Nevan, who is a glassblower, I guess odd jobs run in the family, and then younger brother Torin, who is a chef for a high class restaurant. My mom was Irish, and very proud of her ancestry, so all of our names trace back to Ireland. Dad... was probably Irish, but he had so many nations in his bloodstream that even he couldn't keep track of them all. Anyways, he was perfectly happy to let my mother name us whatever she wanted, so long as it couldn't be used as a weapon against us in our childhood.
"My mom has three siblings, my dad... had four, now only has three, and all of them had at least two children, if not more. My grandparents on both sides all had a lot of siblings, and only my Great Aunt Gertrude on my father's side didn't have any children. Even a three generation get together could probably pull in nearly eighty people. If the families of spouses could come as well, it would be an even larger number. All things considered, there hasn't been that much pressure on me to get married. Kevin is the one who really likes children, and he has given mom and dad enough grandchildren that I can easily be passed over and not put a dent in the ever-growing family tree.
"My family and I get on pretty well. They've never entirely understood my instinct against settling down, but they are all supportive. I mean, Nevan is a glassblower, for Christs sake. They aren't about to complain about my choice in profession. We talk whenever I'm in America, but there are months at a time when none of them hear from me. Even mom has gotten used to it at this point." Quinn shrugged, changing the line of the conversation. "I don't know if you want me to keep going. I've got enough anecdotes and stories to fill a small library. You might have to give me a bit more direction than "what are they like," though."