Name: Quinton Featherton
Age: Twenty-six
Birth Season: Winter
Occupation: Courtier
Kingdom: Lorendale
Citizen Status: Count
Height: 6'2
Weight: 160 lbs
Body Description: Tall and dignified, he's been told that he has striking eyes. Usually wears well taylored clothes.
Values: Quinton likes the power and prestige that comes with being a noble. He likes to save face, and look like he's in complete control. He doesn't take kindly to those who make him the fool. He usually will not take immediate retribution, he's the sort of man that takes his time in all things, whether the result happens in a week or several years down the line. Dignified and patient, his friends know him to be "the rational one" or "the voice of reason" in most cases.
Aspirations/Ambitions: Quinton would like to move up in the world, but he doesn't mind being in the shadows while he slowly climbs the ladder. He'd also like to either lessen the gifted population, or control it. It's not that he has anything against the gifted, but he thinks that it's dangerous for anyone to have that kind of power and leave it unchecked.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Reputation: People will see a very dignified and occasionally charming man. Publicly, he appears to be a man of good humor--some would argue jovial--and is quick to smile. His close friends know him to be reliable and level-headed

Combat Experience: Quinton has been trained in the sword since he was old enough to hold one. His parents mostly hired private tutors for him. Any non-practicing fighting comes from any tavern tussles he "found" himself in, or anytime he has to defend himself on the street.
No Magic
Family: List family members here, link if possible
Father (dead)
Mother (dead)
Older brother (dead)
Older brother (dead)
Older sister (dead)

Tale:
Quinton was the youngest son of a count. With three older siblings ahead of him, no one thought that he would ever inherit the title or estates. Even so, he was raised to be a gentleman and was taught to fight as soon as he could hold a sword in case he desired to join one of the legions when he came of age. Growing up, his family did not show any sort of thought about the gifted at all, be it negative or positive, preferring to publicly take a neutral position on the matter. They even hired a known gifted boy to be Quinton's valet, and they soon became fast friends...as much as one could be friends with the help that is. He had a very typical childhood for a member of the nobility, and he was seemingly very content with his lot in life. Secretly, he coveted his father's title and lands and didn't want his siblings to gain any of it. He wanted it all for himself.

When he was around 20, his whole family, himself included, all contracted a mysterious illness. Two of his siblings died along with his parents, but his eldest brother along with Quinton looked as if they were going to make it through. One night, the whole house was awoken to Quinton's cries for help...he'd caught his valet smothering his brother as he lay helplessly in bed. Help came too late, and justice came swiftly for Quinton's valet. In reality, Quinton had done the smothering. He'd poisoned his whole family, giving himself a small dose of it, too, and he managed to pin the deaths on his gifted valet. Given the hostility against the gifted at the time, it was an easy enough thing to do, and some people were more than willing to overlook any holes in the young count's story.

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