01 [His boots made a distinct, yet soft, rapping click upon the dock as he disembarked the floating craft. Ice-white eyes scanned the area as he pulled his hood up to cover his bare head and hide his pointed ears from view. He knew not at all what to expect of his place, and that very thought disturbed and excited him. Strange, he mused as he was stopped by a local who offered him a map and a cellphone. He hadn't been aware, to this point, that excitement was something he was capable of feeling anymore.
For a very long time, though, he's considered himself a student of humanity, being both a part of and apart from it, and he finds himself curious about these people. Exploration will be a welcome distraction from the emptiness he feels, also. All his life, he's been connected to the Master, always there, always a presence, but here...here he was gone. It's not something he thought he'd miss.
He watches everyone that passes close to him, that ice-white gaze piercing and speaking of a long and tumultuous history. Quinlan's is a gaze that speaks of things seen and a curiosity that causes his strange peering to linger on those who come close, and has him taking in all the details of the strange new surroundings as he walks with slow purpose from the port.]
Quinlan | The Strain (FX)
[His boots made a distinct, yet soft, rapping click upon the dock as he disembarked the floating craft. Ice-white eyes scanned the area as he pulled his hood up to cover his bare head and hide his pointed ears from view. He knew not at all what to expect of his place, and that very thought disturbed and excited him. Strange, he mused as he was stopped by a local who offered him a map and a cellphone. He hadn't been aware, to this point, that excitement was something he was capable of feeling anymore.
For a very long time, though, he's considered himself a student of humanity, being both a part of and apart from it, and he finds himself curious about these people. Exploration will be a welcome distraction from the emptiness he feels, also. All his life, he's been connected to the Master, always there, always a presence, but here...here he was gone. It's not something he thought he'd miss.
He watches everyone that passes close to him, that ice-white gaze piercing and speaking of a long and tumultuous history. Quinlan's is a gaze that speaks of things seen and a curiosity that causes his strange peering to linger on those who come close, and has him taking in all the details of the strange new surroundings as he walks with slow purpose from the port.]