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Coraline Quinn

A true masterpiece does not tell everything

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a character in “The Arris”, as played by esoteric

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xcora x|x quinn x|x lynn
cisgender female
she/her/hers
bisexual
twenty-five
september 10th
paris, france


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mahogany eyes x|x brunette x|x 5'6" (167 cm) x|x 117 lbs (53 kgs)

Coraline is very much about controversy – she is serious and funny, close and distant, magnetic and unattainable, all at the same time. She herself admits to being unable to define who she is and what she is doing. When it comes to her look, Coraline Quinn has everything figured out: the perfectly tousled, slightly unkempt hair cut into a cute bob; the no-makeup makeup look that typically includes a perfectly smoked-out eye; and an undone elegance that’s so identifiable and yet so elusive. She has a soft, polished aesthetic, not unlike the sculptures that she creates. Coraline is subtly sexy, casually elegant, and naturally chic. The ambassador of true romance, Coraline gets inspired by old cinema, poetry, Polaroid film shots and whatever can revive memories. If you were to try to describe her aesthetic in several words, nostalgic and sentimental would figure on the list without any doubt. With her signature red lips and cat eyelines, she looks like an actress from the French cinema classics.

In her closet you'll find a perfectly tailored black blazer, well-cut denim, booties and heels that are both classic and cool, and mens' button downs that look like they might have been borrowed from one of her past lovers. You won't catch a brand name label on any of her clothing because she only shops at vintage stores or hand me down shops. When it comes to hair and makeup, she manages to do it well, and then undo it just a little bit, bordering on the more natural side. That being said, you wouldn't catch her dead without a red lip. It's as much of a signature as the CQ she leaves on all of her artwork.


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+ creative x|x - stubborn x|x + diligent x|x - critical

Coraline is — and always has been — her mother's daughter. In the past young women have often looked at her mother and have seen what once was forbidden: ferocity. Never laugh with your head thrown back. Never apply your eyeshadow with a cut-crease. Don’t wear clothing that could be considered a distraction, lest you tempt the lusts of a man. Don’t look in mirrors too long or you'll be considered vain. Don’t want things or you'll be considered greedy. Don’t make demands. Hope, maybe, but never expect. No, not even if you’ve dedicated your life to a goal — even then, don’t you dare expect. Work hard, but don’t grind for years and years building an empire because if you do, then you’ll get taken down and the public will cheer. Her mother has always tested the boundaries of what women were "allowed" to do, and she taught Coraline how to do the same, taking the world by storm with their creative achievements. Words of discouragement hold no value to Quinn women, for they revel in being all the things that they are told they aren’t allowed to be. Ever since she was a little girl, Cora has faced the world with her head held high in defiance, never allowing anyone to tell her what she can and cannot be.

Outside of her mother's influence, Coraline herself has grown into a rather sensual woman, overflowing with passion, with lips that captivate both men and women alike. She has a smile like a loaded gun, and a gaze that cuts like a knife, her attention a weapon that is always expertly wielded. Her voice is like a siren's song; her laughter captivates and decimates, like a moth hurling itself heedlessly into a beautiful flame. She is, in many ways, a forest fire; hard to control and even harder to extinguish. Beautiful, but a mystery, and undoubtedly dangerous. She is loved and hated in equal measure, exuding a menacing elegance and dark grandeur that is unique to her alone. She has a peculiar poise that permeates with ambiguity, giving off a kind of presence that says, "You don't know me, and you never will." Her words are always precisely measured and her every move is calculated, studying the world through her unique perspective and channeling that into her art. Although cold to the touch, Coraline warms up quickly to those she knows she can trust, showering her lovers (and loved ones) with material things and little acts of kindness. To truly know her is a privilege that not many people have been able to experience, but she welcomes anyone to try.


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likes
                    red wine | macaroons | oil paintings | cleanliness | black coffee | having a cigarette after sex | bubble baths | rose petals | lavender scents | Édith Piaf | watching the sunrise | vinyl records | red velvet cupcakes | Van Gogh | polyester | late night walks on the beach | reading books | exploring nature | healthy foods | individuality | wearing a red lip | smoking a cigarette with a glass of wine | french cuisine | visiting the louvre | silk | baking | working on her latest piece


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                    white wine | disorderliness | crowds | social media | excessive noise | impoliteness | invasions of privacy | not being needed | chaos | someone who is emotionally unpredictable | junk food | cruelty | greed | the high maintenance | art critiques | injustice | meninists | brown liquor | "modern" art | loud techno music | comic sans font | the selfish | vaping/vapes | being seen as just another pretty face | having to live up to her mother

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Victoria Quinn. She's one of the hottest names in the fashion industry. Born and raised in New York City, she apprenticed under the great Ralph Lauren himself until her work received the attention it deserved. She created her own label, branding her clothing with the sharp 'VQ' that you see all the hottest celebrities in Hollywood wearing. Her clothing line took her all over the world, but she found her home in Paris. All of the finest fashion shows in Europe had come to display her work, making headlines after every showcase.

Coraline was the result of a tumultuous affair that her mother had had with one of the models who worked many of her shows. Victoria's pregnancy was met with mixed reviews from the tabloids. Some painted her as a strong, independent single-mother-to-be, praising her for her work ethic and using her as the poster woman for women who wanted to become mothers and follow their dreams. However, following the announcement that her and her lover were not going to stay together just for the sake of the child, some of the tabloids made her out to be a whore, practically embroidering a red 'A' on her chest. It did little to affect her fame. In fact, her brand had reached a new demographic as a result - working middle-class suburban moms.

Coraline was born just before fall in Paris. She was an excellent student, attending all of the finest schools that Paris had to offer, learning French and English in tandem. Her artwork caught the recognition of École Nationale SupĂ©rieure des Beaux-Arts, the most prestigious art university in France, where she then graduated at the top of her class. She then went on to host her own exhibit in The Louvre, during an event that showcased some of Paris' youngest and finest artists. Her work was idolized for their attention to detail and photo-realism. And yet, despite her own rise to fame, Coraline could not escape the overcast that was her mother's shadow. She moved to Los Angeles shortly after her international tour, absolutely enraptured by Old Hollywood. California has given her the chance to make her own name for herself, and so far she's managed to stay out of the "drama" that comes with the fame.


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So begins...

Coraline Quinn's Story

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Character Portrait: Avos D'Angeli Character Portrait: Coraline Quinn Character Portrait: Bluebell Ellis Character Portrait: Roxanne Powers Character Portrait: AJ Park Character Portrait: Travis Graves
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The sun had begun to set, a cool autumn crisp in the air sharpening as the shadows took over the light. City lights reflected against the glass panes along the length of the building, people peering in with no avail. Pooling around all sides were the casual paparazzi, some standing aside smoking a square as they waited for some big names to arrive.

Though the Arris had only been constructed within the last few years, it already was a hot spot. Not only was it home to some of the richest people in the world, but also many rising stars across many industries. That made guest lists for events at the rooftop bar, Mani all the more stacked. On a night like tonight it was a sure thing to get a paycheck hanging around the lot.

“Where you want this, boss?” Alex asked from the end of the bar, carrying two boxes of his wine.

Isko looked over from the station, polishing glasses. He blew his hair back from his face in thought, eyes wandering over the back of the bar seeing where they had space. They had jam packed all the extra inventory they could, utilizing every square inch of space. He set down the glass, shuffling some things around attempting to make space before huffing in defeat.

“You know what, follow me.” Isko finally gave up, gesturing for Alex to follow him. He shook his keys in his hands as he walked, his mind rotating through his list of things he needed to get in order before the party began. It always was like this leading up to an event, no matter how much they prepared. That was the one rule of the business, always prepare for it to go wrong.

Unlocking his office, he gestured for Alex to set the boxes inside before going to his computer to check his emails. Of course there were many strangers who had somehow got ahold of his email and offered monetary compensation for any tips or exclusives he could give them. The offers had been coming more and more as the Arris attracted higher profile names. He glanced at the clock, it was still another hour until other’s arrived and he hadn’t even showered.

Isko didn’t usually like to participate in the events at his club but lately he’d been trying to feel more comfortable delegating tasks. Raised to work, it was against his nature. After Ximena however, he had learned that there was no joy in that life - at least not the kind he could share with another.

Coraline's face filled his mind, Isko lingering for a moment before pushing the sentiment aside to return to his emails. If he was being honest, she was the real reason he had decided to participate in the event this year. Though the two had been living parallel to one another for some time, Isko felt like he hadn’t been able to cross that barrier to assert his intentions - always keeping something between them be it a bar or a plant. Anything to be able to detract from the way he hesitated with his words around her.

Though English wasn’t his first language, he was entirely fluent - but the way Coraline spoke, wrote, even the way she moved it was all poetry. He could listen to her talk for hours, though he often found himself getting so lost in her that he wouldn’t have much to contribute. Unlike others however she actually seemed to be the one to listen, surprising Isko with the things she remembered. It was the small things that made her keep returning to his thoughts.

He logged off his computer, locking his office behind him and spinning his key ring around his finger.Tapping at the bar to get one of the staff's attention, nodding over his shoulder towards the elevator. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to get ready. Text me any questions you have.”

They gave him a nod, Isko giving everyone a wave as he turned towards the elevator already on his phone responding to messages. Between his business and his family there were always unread and unanswered texts or emails. The elevator took him to either floor of his penthouse, his fob key allowing the doors to open right into his living room. He walked out towards the windows, looking below.

Already the cars and crowds had begun to gather, cameras flashing. Isko looked over to Arris West, many of its inhabitants invited to the party at Mani. Unless they had already ventured over earlier in the day, they would have to pass through the crowd below to enter. Though he was certain they all had planned it that way.

Though Isko didn’t usually drink on the job, intent on committing to delegating tonight he poured himself a glass of malbec. Despite his profession he rarely drank, preferring to remain clear headed. Even so, he had appreciation for fine alcohol in its many forms. It’s why he wanted to open a bar to begin with, each cocktail custom created by him and his team. Though to him nothing could compare to a quality glass of wine.

He paused, savoring the moment as he took a drink. It felt like sealing his own promise to himself with a kiss, the red wine wet on his lips. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, taking the glass with him to his master suite to get ready.

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    location: Arris West | hex code: #919F9F

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Her studio was filled with the fragrant scent of roses, and when the crisp autumn breeze stirred the trees in the garden below there came through the open window the heavy scent of lilac, and the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. By the light of the setting sun she read, her obsidian tipped fingernails turning the page every few minutes, dark eyes dancing along every printed word. This book was one of her favorites, a novel by Victor Hugo. She’s read it so many times the spine was cracked and worn; its cover weathered from years of use. From the corner of her studio, she sat — smoking, as was her habit — with her legs tucked up under her in her emerald velvet chair. The agitated murmur of paparazzi shouldering their way to the doors of Arris West seemed to make the stillness of the evening more oppressive. The dull roar of Los Angeles was like the bourdon note of a distant organ. Once she got up and pulled her window shut all the noise faded to a soft hum, white noise softly reverberating against the glass. If she hadn’t grown up in Paris, living in such a lively city may have annoyed her, but to Coraline it just felt like home.

Tonight, the Mani was hosting a Halloween party. Anyone who was anyone was expected to attend, including Coraline herself. Normally she would’ve politely declined an offer like this, not really one to involve herself in these kinds of social situations if she could avoid it, even when receiving a personal invitation from the owner. When it’s a personal invitation from the owner of Mani, however, she had happily made an exception.

Coraline would never pass up the chance to spend time with Isko Alvarez.

He’s been her upstairs neighbor since she moved to Los Angeles about a year and half ago, and a good friend for the better part of several months. With how busy he likes to keep himself and how much he throws himself into his work, Cora has actually found herself setting aside time for the club owner just to be able to see him. She’s done the same for Mae Chin Sun – Sunny, as Cora and many others are accustomed to calling her – on multiple occasions but setting time aside for a woman was a lot more in Coraline’s character. Her mother had brought her up to never rely on a man for anything, especially emotional comfort. Men were accessories for Quinn women, to be used and quickly discarded like an out of season pair of shoes. Cora couldn’t do that with Isko. He was kind, reserved, and respectful – the kind of man you could trust to be there for you no matter what. She likes being about to sit in a room with him, the two of them doing their own activity, and simply exist with one another in companionable silence. That kind of quality time was so rare and so cherished, and it wasn’t something Cora would willingly let go.

    Snuffing her cigarette out, Cora placed her book back on the shelf, making her way into the bathroom to start getting ready for the party. An hour later she was sat at her vanity, skin exfoliated and hair pinned back; she meticulously put on her wig cap before she began applying makeup, making sure to conceal the edges of the cap. She contoured her high cheekbones with grey shadow to mimic the look of one Morticia Adams, finishing the look with her signature red lip – now a deeper shade of crimson to fit to the character. Her jet-black wig was lace front and it molded to her head perfectly; it looked completely natural, her own natural hair color just a few shades shy of what she wore now. Tightening a corset was something she was very familiar with and she had no trouble putting it on herself; it was an essential piece to her costume in order to obtain Morticia’s deep hourglass figure. Her black floor length dress accentuated her body attractively, the plunging neckline leaving very little to the imagination. Her nails were stilettos, just like her heels, both black with red bottoms.

    It was nearing the start of the party by the time she was done. She was thankful that the party was being held in the same building she lived in, not wanting to have to deal with the crowd of people outside. Cora had no reason to bring a pocketbook with her on this adventure. Her phone was strapped to her inner thigh by a black lace garter, and she was able to get into her apartment with an app she’d downloaded when she first moved in. She didn’t have to bring any money; the bartenders knew her well and she always kept up with her tab. With all this in mind, Cora was able to step out of the elevator and into the rooftop lounge with full confidence, making her way to the bar just as she’s done several times before. She was met with a familiar face, a bartender she’s come to know on a first name basis.

    “Happy All Hallow’s Eve, Alex.” Coraline says, her accent giving away her origins, it made her voice sound almost harmonic, a melodic tune that was always gentle on the ears. She took a seat at the end of the bar in her usual spot, taking in the barkeep’s attire. He was dressed in all black - slacks, button down, and waistcoat – strictly professional despite the festivities. If you knew Isko like Cora knew him, it didn’t come as much of a surprise.

    Alex greets her with a smile, “And a happy Halloween to you too Miss Quinn,” his voice with light with amused glee, looking her over in complete wonder. “Or should I say, Mrs. Adams. I sure hope you convinced the boss man to dress up as Gomez.”

    Cora smiled to herself, the image of her and Isko dressing in a “couple’s costume” bringing a soft blush to her cheeks. “I did not, unfortunately,” though now she wishes she had thought of it.

    “Can I fix you a glass while you wait?” Alex asked, “I can let the boss know you’re here when I see him.”

    “That would be great, Alex. Thank you.”

    With a nod and a smile, he quickly poured a glass of red wine. It was malbec, she believed, and an excellent year. He tended the bar close by, keeping an ear out for her as he always did, just in case she needed a refill. She always liked Alex, and she tipped very well – which is probably why he liked her. That, and the fact that he and few of the other bartenders seemed to ‘ship’ her with their boss. She allowed herself to get lost in thought as she waited for more people to arrive, sipping at her wine as she watched the small cluster of people gyrate on the dancefloor.