A lean but fit humanoid of middling height, Quin would look mostly human if not for the single curled horn atop his head and his glowing eyes like embers in a dying fire.
 He wears utilitarian cloth and leather in earth-tones typically, occasionally decorating with a skull or bone motif somewhere amidst the drab chaos of "fashion."
 When he speaks his voice is scratchy and deep, bearing a tone that sounds perpetually annoyed  with existence, even when he's smiling, and even moreso when he is bothered while smoking.

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