Quinton
It's not all that unusual to have a sibling rivalry with your twin. However, it's much less frequent that you should be trapped in the same body as him. And to make it worse, you're trapped in the background watching him call the shots.

For years you sat and watched him fuck things up. You knew what was best, you had the smarts, but did he ever listen? No. And so you sat and watched while he choose sports over studies in junior high and had to feel the blows of your parents when you failed. You fumed while he scraped by in high school and was amazed that he even graduated. When he couldn't get a decent job, you quietly suggested that perhaps honorable employment wasn't the answer and was amazed that he listened. Perhaps he was smartening up. But then when he began to drift away from concentrating on what was important and began to dabble in that New Age crap, you knew that he was stupid as ever. Finally, when he came across that "mage" and decided to rob the guy's place and pick up a few arcane secrets you heaved an internal sigh. And sure enough, you were right again. The mage turned out to be a vampire and once again you had to feel the pain as you were drained of your blood and tossed into an alleyway by his thugs.

Once on the other side of the Shroud, you thought things might pick up. After all, now you had greater control, you could speak more clearly and try to make sure that that idiot didn't screw up again. Even better, you were able to take control once in awhile and get things done for yourself. You even convinced him to reanimate his old body and attempt to get revenge on the son of a bitch who killed you. But once again, your finely laid plans were destroyed by his bungling and you found the body incinerated as he fled back across the Shroud. But by this time, you were stronger. Grasping his Psyche and tearing it down into a Harrowing, you took control. Now, he's in the a background and you're calling the shots. You've got all the time in the world to do things right now, and you're going to make sure that nothing screws you over again.

Physical Description: Quinton is a Spectre, a wraith ravaged by his Shadow and now serving Oblivion. When visible, he appears as a human male of about 23 years with short brown hair. But his eyes glow an eternal red light from Oblivion's taint and his neck constantly seeps gray plasm from six sets of holes as a constant reminder of what killed him. Although he has the ability to act quite civil and even helpful, his agenda doesn't allow for anyone to remain on top but him. Being dead, he has no reason to hurry things and plans for years in advance, making sure he keeps the upper hand and knowing that without his twin driving anymore, he's bound to win. It's about time.

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