priscilla quintana & she/they / genderfluid ‷ watch out , quinn watkins has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty nine years old and celebrate their birthday on november 23rd. they are from llanbedrog, wales, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as sports medicine physician. one thing you should know about them is they are always at least ten minutes early for everything and hate when people are late. ‷
tw: parental death, car accident.
FULL NAME: quinn eleanora watkins ( previously lopez ).
NICKNAME(S): q, quinnie.
PARENTS: helena & david watkins ( adoptive parents ).
SIBLINGS: rhys ( older ), another older brother, one younger sibling; all adoptive. one biological estranged brother.
ZODIAC: sagittarius.
AGE: twenty-nine.
GENDER & PRONOUNS: genderfluid & she / they.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual, panromantic.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single.
OCCUPATION: sports medicine physician.
PERSONALITY TRAITS: strong-willed, centered, self-assured, extroverted. reticent, impatient, demanding, confrontational.
about quinn.
When Quinn was only five years old, she lost both of her parents in a car accident. In a small moment of distraction, their whole family was torn apart. First, it was her mother, that fought for her life but ultimately died days later from the injuries she suffered. Then, it was her father, that became so overwhelmed with grief that decided it was best to leave their kids with close family members before he completely disappeared. Said family members couldn’t take care of two kids and that’s how Quinn got separated from her older brother. The two were sent into the foster system and it didn’t take long until she was adopted by a lovely couple. Her brother, however, didn’t get as lucky. She wouldn’t hear from him until she’d become an adult and the reunion unfortunately wasn’t as sweet as she’d hoped it would be, which is something she has only shared with few close individuals in her life.
She was only a child when it all happened, didn’t understand much and it was all so painful for her to deal with—going from having it all to absolutely nothing and then a completely new family in the matter of a couple of years was way too confusing for little Quinn. As much as she was thankful to have these new people in her life that offered nothing but the safest and healthiest of environments for her to grow up in, raised with love by what could only be described as the best parents anyone could ask for, the trauma of losing her family so suddenly still followed Quinn around like a dark cloud looming over her head, making childhood anything but easy on her. But she found ways to deal with that and started to pretend everything was fine. For a while, at least. It was all about the fake until you make it for her.
Eventually, they were better, happier, living life without all the pretending. Things were actually fine. However, the coping mechanism they had used for years turned them into someone that didn’t like to talk much about real feelings, becoming reticent and sometimes even emotionally unavailable—rare are the times she actually allows people in her life and into her heart, long-term relationships being inexistent for Quinn, who’s pretty much terrified of intimacy and prefers to focus on hookups, things that won’t be too time consuming or permanent. But that was never seen as a real problem for them. Why would it? At least, they could focus on their career without feeling as if they’re being held back by other people. Unfortunately, that also ended many friendships for them. Oh, well, the sacrifices...
Despite all of this fear of creating deep bonds with people out of fear of losing them so suddenly as it had happened in their childhood, Quinn is incredibly extroverted, outspoken and pretty much loves being the center of attention. They almost considered following a career in which they’d be able to benefit from that gregarious side of themself but ended up going on a complete different route, taking their older brother as an inspiration and enrolling into medical school.
Years passed, Quinn had her diploma in hand and was nearly finished up with her residency when she became bored of what she was doing. Obviously, she wouldn’t be able to simply drop things and start anew—she also really was passionate about her career, she just needed more... Excitement. And that’s how she eventually became a sports medicine physician, aiding many athletes from all over. Quinn traveled around a lot for her job, rarely sticking around for more than a few months, but that was until her best friend decided to make the move to Roswell and she followed. Being around allowed them to not only keep eye out as well as support Wylie but check up on her after the accident. She stayed for a while but the career still called, and she traveled for a while until she decided she wanted to stick around.
It’s been a couple of months since that, Quinn’s decision to make her job work in the small town was a hard one but she wanted to be around in case Wylie needed her. Plus, it definitely helped that her older brother was in town as well, and she loves being close to family, which is something she hasn’t had in years.
god , remind sparrow why they came again . they weren’t much of a dancer ( unless it was nirvana , of course ) and they were more of an isolated drinker , somebody who would steal a bottle of vodka beneath their jacket folds and enjoy it on the hill overlooking tripp’s trailer park . they had expected there to be at least more candy , at the home of roswell’s willy wonka himself . “ do you think if i pay the DJ to play some actual good music they’d fold ?? how much do you think i’ll have to slip ‘em to play some linkin park , “
green eyes squint at the other as they take a small sip from their drink, brows shooting up ever so lightly at their question. “and you think linkin park is actual good music?” the question slips past rosy lips before quinn can stop herself. she doesn’t mean to sound so judgmental—she rarely does—but she can’t think of a reason why someone would want to listen to such a band at a house party. wasn’t that the sort of music they’d play at concerts while the fans tried to beat each other up? “but what’s so wrong with the current playlist, anyways?”
with: open — @roswellstarters
where: taka’s party!
“Hell—who drinks this shit?” Standing at the kitchen counter, covered in an assortment of alcohol, Taka inspects a couple of the bottles, nose scrunching slightly. Definitely not stuff he would’ve chosen; but that’s what happens when you allow a friend to take the reins. “You right?” he asks once he sets the bottles down. “Socks on the right feet? I think there’s more stuff in the fridge or the freezer.”
“judging by how much of the bottle is gone, a lot of people at this party do.” quinn’s face contorts in disgust. “not me, though. i was able to make myself a poor attempt at a cosmopolitan with the juice and limes i found in your fridge. there is, however, a whole lot of vodka in here so at least i’ll be getting buzzed in a few.” she smiles, cocking her head to the side. “don’t worry about me, boo, i’m doing just fine. but how are you enjoying your party?”
location: taka’s birthday party !
availability: closed, @sunnyreyes
“sunny dear,” quinn starts as she approaches them. “i really would like to know why you aren’t holding a drink right now?” the question is completed by a generous sip of her own drink. “because, you see, i am in desperate need of some excitement and i was really hoping you’d be my partner in crime for tonight’s shenanigans—whatever that might entail.”
In boots that are certainly not made for the amount of dancing she plans on doing throughout the evening, Quinn strolls in her casual chic look for her dear friend’s birthday bash, ready for some much needed excitement.
while she liked to think she was an incapable human being, wylie had been on her own for almost too long. fending for herself had become the new normal by the time she met quinn, and she’d had to reevaluate a lot in order to accept her into her life. of course, there was part of the blonde that way happy that they were both a little closed off, their friendship like a little bubble that only they understood. however, you’d never hear her admit that out loud. “excuse you,” she grumbled, hand blindly reaching out until she could grab the back of the couch, pulling herself into an upright position so she could look her best friend in the face. “i know you’re not using a one-eyed cat to gain my sympathies over here. you know i’m a sucker for little creatures look extra vulnerable, and you’re pulling on my heart strings.” wylie managed to reposition herself as she said this, her legs going crisscross on the cushions. “what makes you think a cat is going to spice up our lives any? hm?”
from the moment she was adopted into the watkins family, quinn was never truly alone, always having a sibling or her parents around. but to be alone in the world was actually a frightening concept to her, seeing as though she had lost her biological family in the blink of an eye. and that’s exactly what made her so closed off, keeping her walls up high to block allowing people in only for them to leave. wylie had been the exception and they’re glad they had taken her in, since they doubt they could take on life without their platonic soulmate nowadays. an innocent expression takes over quinn’s face, hands rested onto their chest. “who? me? using your weakness against you? baby angel, you know i’d never do such a thing.” a mischievous little grin appears on their lips, though it’s all lighthearted. “i’m not saying it will spice up our life. i’m saying it will bring more, i don’t know, light into it or whatever corny concept you want to use. c’mon, you’re telling me you’ve never wanted to have a pet before? and we actually have the time to care for one now, wouldn’t you say?”
“Lies. Just lies.” Chiba said as he looked at the sign to the cafe, it was said to open at 6.30am on every week-day, yet here he was, 7.30am on a Tuesday, and the place was closed. Again, he’d been there several times the week before to get some coffee, yet no luck. “Can’t they just change the sign if they don’t plan to provide me with coffee when I need it?” he asked a random person.
quinn’s morning hadn’t been the best thus far—stubbing their toe as soon as they woke up had already put them in a bad mood and then being bumped into not only once but twice on their jog only added to the pile of fury they were currently. truth be told, it wasn’t all that hard to see her in such a state given her temperamental tendencies but for her, it seemed like the universe was conspiring against her. and the diner being closed when they craved their coffee only added to it. “fuckin’ unbelievable.” is what leaves their lips, followed by angry muttering in welsh, before they’re turning to face the other. “you mean to tell me this isn’t the first time this happened?” quinn huffs. “i knew i should’ve gone to nebula instead.”
“Oh you think so, huh?” This wasn’t an unusual suggestion coming from Rhys’s sister, so he simply went with it, no point in arguing.
“oh, yeah.” quinn’s brows raises slightly as they glance back at their brother, waving the bartender over. “there’s no way i’m allowing you to get all gloomy on your own birthday so water’s what we’re having for now.”
“I’m getting old. It’s just occurred to me I’m getting fucking old.” Rhys had drunk too much, it was quite apparent right now.
oh no, quinn thinks to herself as eyes slowly move to look at her brother, here we fucking go. “you know what just occurred to me? that our next round of shots should be water.”
“Yeah, apparently they raised you right… so fuck knows what they did with me.” But then, Rhys had been out in the States a lot longer than Quinn had. It was getting on for almost twenty years since he left Wales, which in itself was strange. It was probably time for a visit back home. “See if you have space? There’s always space for a wine rack, that isn’t a question, Quinn.” He chuckled. At her mention of dinner, he nodded his head knowingly; she would always be the better cook, but that because she had time. “Margarita. We can throw our own toppings on. I figured that was easier.”
“your words, not mine. but doesn’t really matter what we choose to do with our lives, i feel like we could do no wrong in their eyes.” quinn points out, a chuckle following her words. it was only natural for parents to think of their children like that, and she wasn’t about to complain for having grown up with such loving and supportive ones. “maybe when i have my own home and can make those decisions alone. let’s not forget we’re talking about an apartment i share with wylie and her opinion’s probably even more important than my own, seeing as though she’s been there for longer.” she jokes, grabbing the bottle of wine so that she could pour on their glasses. “mhm, that’s a lovely and smart choice.” she agrees before taking a small sip from her drink.
a small flame warms his stomach, gently tickling his nerves so his palms get clammy as she smiles. a familiar sensation that arose whenever he was around quinn. one that he had almost forgotten the feeling of since the years they had least seen each other. it shouldn’t surprise him as much as it does; he’s taken even more off guard when she reveals she also lives in town. “wow, what a small world,” he comments, shaking his head lightly in disbelief. “my dad and his husband opened up a bakery out here a while ago, so i moved out here after getting my degree,” he explains as he slackens some of the grip he has on romeo’s leash. “you, though, i still can’t believe you’re here- that you live here.. maybe if you’re free soon, we can go out and catch up?”
as much as quinn didn’t have the warmest of personalities, there had always been something about the becker that pulled at her heartstrings, facial expression always softening up and bringing smiles to her lips whenever they interacted. so it’s no different as they reunite after years. “right?” a small chuckle leaves her. “yeah, i moved to roswell with my best friend. we probably haven’t ran into each other because i was still traveling back and forth up until a couple of months ago.” and from what they remember of him, micah wasn’t exactly the type of person that they’d see in the places they usually liked to hung out at. green eyes jump to his dog before they return to his face. “absolutely, i’d love that! i didn’t even know your parents had a bakery here so we do have a lot of catch up on. these days i have less of a busy routine, since i’m focusing more on local athletes, so i’m sure we can do that.”
“Sure sure, forgot how posh you are.” It was a tease as Rhys made his way into the kitchen to fetch their wine, grabbing a couple of glasses and the bottle that had been sitting in the rack. He honestly did wish he had more time to firstly, go to the supermarket and secondly, to spend a little more time in the kitchen, whipping up something fabulous. “Maybe you could,” he answered. “I’m sure I could probably put one together for you when I get a weekend free. Honestly I was thinking about getting a wine fridge… but I feel like it might be a step too far,” he chuckled.
“what can i say? mom and dad raised me right.” it’s her response to his tease, eyes following her brother as he leaves the room. she takes a seat by the table, humming at the offer he makes when he returns. “ah, the lovely perks of having an older brother. but i will ask her, i think we need to see if we even have space for a wine rack at the apartment. or maybe we can talk it over the next time you stop by for dinner. which needs to happen soon. i’ll cook you an actual meal, how’s that sound?” she smiles at him. “talking about meal, what flavor of pizza did you order?”
