Appearence: A black-haired man in his twenties wearing a practical upper-class traveling outfit, usually complete with a rapier, a dagger and two bandoliers full of flasks and vials crossing it in different directions. Often seen in a company of a well-packed Black Destrier and a pair of Rottweilers.

Background: Quentin is a sort of an aristocrat, though he isn't in good standing with his parents at the moment and was never interested in networking with his "peers" to begin with. He has received some real education, and a good one at that, but that went kind of sideways and skipped a lot of the traditional topics, mainly at the student's insistence. Being a huge fan of things applicable and pactical, Quentin has mostly focused his efforts on medicine and alchemy, two reasonably closely related fields that let him do stuff of real consequence. More specifically, the man's interest lie mainly with field medicine rather than treating mumps. He has been practicing field medicine for like four years now, mainly moving the "field" from knife fights and to the real frontier as the time goes on. As it becomes more and more critical for his profession, the man does sort of know how to defend himself, but mainly prefers to patch alternative defenders, especially since he is not terribly strong.

OOC: Timezone: UTC+6