Quintus "Quin" Blackwood

The smell of soft dirt and grave flowers lingers in his nose as he opens his eyes, the taste of dirty pennies on his tongue. Again. Quintus groans, opening his bi-colored eyes to the moon hanging high over head. He'd done it again, hadn't he? The pretty little red head that his other side had been obsessed with, she'd reached out through the Crimson Hand, asking for someone to kill her father... all to run away with some bard who fucked everything with a willing hole. "And the fucking psycho decided she wasn't good enough. Again." He sighs, feeling the telling chill down his spine as that side wakes up too.

"Such a kind thing to call yourself, Quintus. The girl could have had US and chose some fucking bard. Her screams were so... beautiful... Mmm~"

The dark voice inside his head groans in near ecstasy at the memories while the man's face grimaces. The curse he bore, he supposed, being the abomination of a Changeling and a Doppelganger breeding. He was neither one or the other, but both, his dual nature too much to handle in one mind... so... they'd split. Quintus, the Changeling, the charmer, the public face... and Quin, the Doppelganger, the serial killer, the mad man... the dangerous one. A twig snapping shocks him and in that single moment of distraction, Quin takes over, his grin spreading into something dangerous and cruel as he turns, dried blood splattered over his beautiful face.

"What's this? A special little soul out in the full moons light? Lost little monster, or are you looking for something... dangerous? If so, you found it."