Quincy

He was called a heartthrob when he was alive, which wasn't entirely unfounded. Everything about him is very angular---high cheekbones and a jutting chin and sharp brow. He's tall and broad with a long---too long, now---neck that always wants to hold his head higher than it should. Most of his tan came from tanning beds and sprays instead of beaches and resorts, admittedly, but the people ate him up regardless. He committed to things like the fashion of messiness and the casual negligence that men and women seemed to flock to, so he kept his short, streaked hair only loosely slicked back. He laughed and smiled and flirted for the cameras, made the interviewers feel special and prompt the fans into their following. He sold his movies, and unlike many other producers or directors, he wasn't afraid to use his looks to cheat it. Quincy can promise one thing: no producer, fraudulent or not, can survive without displaying confidence, authority, and charm, regardless of its truthfulness. He used to be a real Cassanova, an expert in the fine art of being heard and desired. Only remnants of it remain, like the gel in his hair, the untrimmed patches of facial hair, the wrinkled suits, the sharp eyes, the stale musk cologne. As much as he functions on lying, the image of him couldn't be more honest of his own character--a chain-smoking, whiskey-drunk wannabe with a shiny, expensive purple bow on top. He dishes for nice, periwinkle suits and mulberry turtlenecks and lavender button-ups, though he's never had the patience to upkeep them or see a tailor, so they hang off him like a sinner's Sunday best. He likes the vaneer of money, hanging jewelry and big rings and studded belts. He's been inclined before to use eyeliner, eyeshadow on an agreeable day, but he can never find quite the right shade, so instead he settles for wiry, lilac-tinted sunglasses. If anybody asks, they're prescription. Truth is, he just hates all this red.

• After death, to represent his sin, his body warped into something close to a cinereous vulture. Along his body, there are light feathers which gather in areas like the arms, legs, back, and collar, but thin significantly from his neck upwards, save for his ears (which are mostly still human-looking, but have since sprouted feathers of their own). These growths are mostly darker browns and beiges. His wings, which are a mark too small to carry him, follow the same colour scheme, but he has dyed the tips of his primary feathers purple.
• Quincy has since grown two more eyes, which are located directly under his first two. They are all very light purple, somewhere in the ballpark between periwinkle and liliac, with undertones of yellow, which is his secondary colour.
• One curl of hair always hangs down onto his forehead. This is completely intentional.