Character's full name: Quinn Scully

Played By: Diane

Character Type: Mortal

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

True age: 31

Apparent age: 31

Sex: Female

Height: 5'8''

Nationality: American

Personality: A bit twitchy just now; she's been loading up on speed at night to avoid the bad dreams, but in so doing, she also sometimes avoids dreaming of Mother Abigail. For all her book-smarts, her social skills tend to be lacking, and she knows it. Not a touchy-feely person. She is quiet, and the superflu - not to mention its effect on humanity and the "discovery" of immortals - has completely wigged her out. She's coming back down to earth, but slowly. Slow to trust after a bad experience during the final days.

Any special skills: Math whiz, forensic pathologist, scientist. Blood is her game. From her days at the CDC, she knows a lot about the flu, though as the rest of the world knows, knowledge meant nothing when there was no way to change time. She is afraid this knowledge has made her valuable to Flagg, whose emissaries she has been hiding from. She has learned how to fire a pistol and is armed to the teeth at all times now. Not a terribly straight shot, but it makes her feel better.

History: Quinn was born in 1971 in Palo Alto, California, the only child of Jonathan and Linda Scully, both Biology professors at Stanford University. Under pressure from her parents and her father in particular, Quinn found herself soon overachieving as fast as she could, but uncertain exactly which subject she wished to concentrate on, despite her father's frustration and insistence that she make up her mind. After all, he kept telling her, it was a competitive world out there, especially for a woman in the sciences.

Feeling her future had been decided for her and knowing that if her GPA was all right, she could get into Stanford because of her parents' positions there, Quinn decided to add an array of sports to her college resume: soccer, track and swimming were the three that she was particularly fond of, and the only child earned herself a reputation for being an ambitious go-getter who was funny, smart and easy to get along with, though often distant at first and the owner of an acrid tongue.

Stanford put a lot of strains on her that she was not prepared for, however. High school had come so easily for her, both socially and educationally; here, she had none of her old friends and an entirely new set of educational challenges. This was where she first began taking speed now and then to get through midterms and finals. She graduated with her Master's and went on to pursue her Ph.D. in Georgia, working to become a forensic pathologist through an academic program with the Center for Disease Control. She was more than a little surprised to find that she was not the only person "writing her own prescriptions" or taking a diet pill or two to get through crunch times at the lab, but since it wasn't something that happened often, she wrote it off.

She received her Doctorate in 1998, remaining in Georgia with the National Center for Infectious Diseases at the CDC as a forensic pathologist. Her mother fairly consistently pestered her for grandchildren that Quinn simply had neither the time nor the inclination for; her father had brought her up to be a scientist, not a mother. She wondered how her mother had pulled off both roles so well, and often felt her own life lacking - she was uneasy dating at all, despite being branded "easy to get along with" in college. Being funny and being good at relationships were two different things, she had found out, and she was still parsing these two things out when the superflu struck.

Being at the CDC when Captain Tripps reached out across the globe was a terrifying thing, indeed. What was most terrifying to see, perhaps, was the purposeful piecemeal breaking-down of communication. The virus itself was shifting in horrifying ways that none of them had ever seen before, and could not stop. It was, after all, a virus. And it appeared that the government, terrified to learn the real truth, was keeping crucial bits of information from the scientists, and the administrators at the CDC, likewise, were fearful of passing on what they had learned to the government. But when the lock-ups had begun.....well, that was when Quinn checked out. After visiting a pharmacy and stocking up on Benzadrine, that is.

She knew her parents were dead, of course; they had ceased to answer the phone and in her heart, she knew they were gone. She learned that her own employers were locking up survivors for study and, when all of them died at the branch she was at, she ran. She never thought to look for survivors where Stuart Redman was locked up in Vermont; communications were so poor at that point that she had not received word of him. She simply assumed all were dead there as they were in Georgia.

She holed up for some time in a mountain cabin until the dreams, the nightmares became to much for her. Finally, she came down to town to arm herself with more amphetamines and weaponry. She knew she would have to go to Boulder, to seek help there; she was not strong enough to stay here alone. For all her strength throughout her life, she now wanted nothing more than to be with people who could help her, who could keep those dreams away. Because the drugs aren't working so well anymore, and who knew when they would become real....

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