Quinn

Quinn is a truth seeker — the Conclave's answer to a lie detector, except she doesn't just sense deception, she unravels it. With a short bob framing her face and a reserved, professional demeanor, Quinn doesn't waste time on pleasantries; when Gideon met her, she didn't offer her hand to shake, just a quick, fleeting smile.

Her power requires eye contact, and once she has it, her voice drops to something soothing and low, almost hypnotic. To Gideon's auramancer senses, her magic is unlike anyone else's — quiet, subtle, creeping.

Where other Mythicals announce themselves with obvious magical signatures, Quinn's power works like tendrils of persuasion gently wrapping around her target, washing over the mind in waves of ease and trust.

It feels like a comforting hand guiding you to spill your deepest secrets — and Gideon found himself nearly answering questions meant for someone else before he caught himself and dug his fingernails into his palm to stay grounded. She's the one called in when the team needs answers, whether from a clueless coworker or a murder suspect in pajamas.

Quinn conducts her interrogations with calm control, though Gideon caught her physically swallowing her anger when Mr. Peterson admitted he'd looked the other way on suspicious bodies for cash. She takes her work seriously — and when she looked over at Gideon before questioning Linus, she smiled like she was excited to show off. Secrets don't stay buried long when Quinn's in the room.