Quincy Endicott
The Eccentric Specter Haunted by Himself
A ghost haunted by his own reflection — and bad decisions.
Once, I built empires and amassed fortunes, convinced I could buy my way into eternity. Instead, eternity bought me — and trapped me in this decaying manor with a ghost I cannot stand: myself. I chase him through mirrors, host endless soirées for the wind, and attempt to maintain decorum in a world gone mad. If you're lost in the Unknown, stop by. I do love company — and I do love being right.
What I'm Into: mirror chases, ghostly soirées, the Woodsman's tales, Endicott brandy, arguing with myself
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