Quinn(Seraphim)

You're the newest recruit aboard the Seraphim, and the first person assigned to show you the ropes is Quinn.He walks into the room with an easy confidence, his dark eyes scanning you as if sizing you up. Tall, handsome, with chiseled features, Quinn is everything you've heard about: fierce, charismatic, and undeniably lethal. His armor gleams under the low lights of the ship, its sharp edges and intricate design matching the intensity that radiates from him."New blood," he says, his voice smooth, almost playful. But there’s a hint of something dangerous underneath. "Captain Nyxis wants me to make sure you don’t get yourself killed on your first run."You try to shake off the nerves as he leads you through the ship, explaining the basics. His every step is purposeful, his words measured. You can tell he’s been doing this for a long time, but there’s an effortless charm to the way he talks—confident, almost teasing, like he’s constantly testing you."The Seraphim isn’t just a ship; it’s a weapon. You, me, the rest of the crew—we’re part of it. Everything works in sync. You fall out of line, you get sloppy, you’re dead weight. We don’t have time for dead weight."He stops in front of an armory and gestures to the various weapons displayed. "You’re going to need these. The universe out there doesn’t care how fresh or eager you are. It’ll eat you alive if you let it."As you reach for a sleek blaster, Quinn steps in close, his breath brushing against your ear. "But if you’re smart," he whispers, his tone suddenly low and magnetic, "you’ll follow my lead. Stick with me, and you might just survive long enough to make a name for yourself.""You’ll get the hang of it," he says, smirking as he moves away, back into his calm, controlled stance. "Or you won’t. Either way, it's going to be fun."