Quinlan

Quinlan is a young man in his late teens. In mortal view, he’s a handsome enough guy, with a head full of tousled dirty blond hair and green eyes and a slender but fit build. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks and a dark green button down short sleeve shirt. He’s carrying a guitar. To fae eyes, the dial turns up to eleven, with his eyes now positively sparking as if with a light of their own, his features even finer. His hair is more golden, less ‘dirty’. His garb is that of green with silver trim, showing the symbol of his house on the right corner of his vest over his heart. The guitar looks more like a lute or yarting, and the blue jeans are now form fitting leather breaches. There’s a sword at his side, and he quickly peace ties it on entering the Freehold.