Name: Quims
Age: Mid-twenties
Gender: Male
Occupation: Spy
Likes: Clothes, purple, gossip, being on the brink of danger, teacups
Dislikes: Luvfor, competition, sports (especially the Altador Cup), glue, messy people
Appearance: Quims is a short, scrawny young man. His ginger locks go wherever he tells them to, and his piercing emerald eyes burn a gash right through your soul. He dresses in the highest of fashion, his favorite outfit being a white suit over one of his many purple silk shirts. He travels the globe, living a flamboyant life and buying expensive items with a seemingly endless supply of cash. Hey, what do you expect from the world's best spy? Secrets are worth their weight in gold.
Description: Quims has an uncanny ability to listen to every word said around him while he chatters away. He talks freely of everything but his job, and has friends in high and low places. Not one of them would be able to guess his profession. Who would think Quims could keep a secret? Of all people, Quims, who gossips like a teenage girl.
Despite his notorious reputation as a spy, Quims manages to keep his identity a secret. Despite his distinctive appearance, he can disguise himself in a surprising number of ways. He uses a different disguise for every mission, only being himself off duty.
Quims's story will tie in ever so slightly with that of my fire gnorbu, Luvfor. She is a double agent, a spy for both Illusen and Jhudora in a war between the faeries. Quims is familiar with her work, but doesn't like her one bit. He doesn't trust her half as far as he can throw her, which is to say, not much at all. Quims doesn't work out much.



my first sketch of Quims



CHAPTER 1How have you been, Nancy?" Quims peered over the rim of his teacup at his most untrustworthy friend. Nancy Delacroy had betrayed him once, years ago, when he was inexperienced and had asked her for help on a case. After spending eight months in prison because of her "slip-up," he'd certainly learned his lesson. But every now and then, Nancy called Quims, insisting she had information that he couldn't refuse. So he liked to stay on good terms with her.
Today, Nancy was of zero importance to Quims. He'd discovered that this particular café was a favorite meeting place of the main suspect in his current case. He was here to eavesdrop, and with Nancy chattering in his ear, no one would think Quims could overhear a whispered conversation in a booth precisely twenty-two feet away. But he could. Eavesdropping was a simple, almost childlike trick, but Quims had spent years fine-tuning his hearing. For him, it was beyond essential.
Nancy was telling Quims all about her new, adopted, perfect-except-for-he's-not-house-trained-and-he's-more-than-a-tad-vicious kadotie when she said something mildly interesting. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Quims asked. Nancy began to retell her story. "No, no, no, just the last part." he insisted.
I said, that lazy oaf Hester seems to be at it again." Nancy made a face as she stirred more sugar into her tea. "I saw her peering over my garden hedges the other day, not very discreet at all. I handled it professionally, of course." Quims could picture Nancy chasing Hester down the coul-de-sac, trowel in hand.
It was curious, though, that Hester was acting suspiciously. Quims had worked on a case with Hester, once. She had been removed from the case and blacklisted as a spy when she was seen and nearly caught in the act. With a punishment like that, spies were typically forced to retire. No one in their right mind would hire such a failure. It appeared Hester had found a new boss. One who apparently wanted something from Nancy.
Quims stopped listening to the two men in the booth. Nothing they'd said had been remotely important, and Nancy's tale had caught his attention. An uneasy feeling settled into Quims's stomach. There wasn't anything clearly wrong with the situation; the things Nancy had told him were highly unusual but not unheard of. He gulped down the rest of his tea and bid Nancy adieu. Quims began a leisurely stroll down the street in no direction in particular; he wasn't sure where he was going, but he felt the need to go somewhere. As he passed a overly-decorated florist shop, the door nearly invisible behind displays of flowers on the sidewalk, a slim figure opened the door and ambled after him, never getting closer than thirty-one yards away.

CHAPTER 2 A small voice buzzed through the hot phone at his ear, "...and don't forget to keep track of that odd Neovian banker, he seemed like he had another scam up his sleeve. By the way, you must check the files on..." Quims listened with half an ear. He sipped his herbal tea. Last night he'd had to elude someone who was (rather obviously) following him. It had been simple, but time-consuming. He felt sure that the incident was somehow related to what Hester had told him.
Quims shook the thought. He needed to focus on the task at hand. He excused himself politely from his call with HQ, and pulled a screwdriver from the pocket of his white, designer jeans. He'd dressed down today, for this was one of his more hands-on missions.
He loosened the grate and swore are he scraped his fingers on the surrounding bricks. A black lock of hair fell in his face as he bent over to peer inside the dark opening. He swore at that, too. He loathed dying his hair for missions, especially when they were so trivial. Today he was supposed to find one PIN, which would open one vault, which may or may not contain one clue about a stolen fortune. The fortune had been left to the sole nephew of a dear, very wealthy old woman. The young man had perished mysteriously shortly thereafter, and the next in line to receive the money was highly debated. In the meantime, the money had been stolen away.
Quims put his head inside the vent. It would be a tight fit, that was certain. He shimmied inside, and began half army-crawling, half sliding forward. His nose hit the bottom of the metal chute, and he bit his lip. This was surely not worth the trouble. He turned a corner with some difficulty, and exhaled slowly as a cloud of dust puffed up before him, entering his nose and mouth.
[to be continued]


Still to Come This is a section of my app for Quims, reminding me of what's left to accomplish and what I've done so far.
One of my most major goals for Quims, which may take a little while, is to paint him orange. Orange gnorbus aren't seen terribly often, but are amazing nonetheless. They have a certain level of flamboyance that is perfectly suited to Quims's personality. Next up is his customization, most of which I can currently afford. It will look something like this:




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The items included in his customization are the Faerielands Destruction Background, Gnorbu Zoot Suit Hat, Gnorbu Zoot Suit Jacket, Gnorbu Zoot Suit Trousers, Dark Princess Wings, Knee-deep in Neopoints Foreground, and Angry Meepit Eyes. Whew! I feel like this customization really reflects his character and compliments his (future) color.
A very, very important point is Quims's story. It will follow the plot I've outlined above, and be located on his own, personalized petpage. His page would have this sort of layout, but of course it would be much fancier. (I do have a tbalet, which I quite enjoy usuing though I'm not very good at it).



He would also have a lovely lookup, of course, which would have the following layout. The same thing goes for fanciness here.



Quims's petpet would be a huggy. The colors go nicely with his own, without actually matching him too much. Also, after a while the huggy would provide an avatar, which is nice. My pets' petpets don't typically play a role in their stories, but I still think they are fun to have.

Quims would initially be adopted on my very active side, 3friends211. I will move him to my main eventually, but there are a few other pets I need to shift around or possibly adopt out, and I'm still working out how to go about that. Rest assured that this will not slow down my progress on his plans at all, except for one pair of (neocash) wings which are on my main. He will be treated exactly the same as if he lived on my main account! This is only temporary, of course!

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