 Everything is Change. Be ready. 
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"The Quincunx Omnia" or "Quinn" to his casual acquaintances happens to be one of the few Lictors operating on the eastern seaboard. He answers to the Magisterium directly, and calls the Lesser Convocation of the Northeast his jurisdiction. Such as Lictors *have* jurisdictions. While he operates out of the Fecund Coin in Boston, and calls the Fecund Coin his home consilium as a result, he is part of a Cadre of convenience formed by some of the Lictors of the Greater Convocation of the Americas who have their Cadre house in New York.
The Quincunx Omnia, a Bearer of the Eternal Voice, is one of the most calm and measured men to serve the Magisterium. He is a relentless servant of his Order and the Lex Magica, positively tenacious in the pursuit of his duties, and positively decorous in his pursuit thereof. He is polite to the point of self-effacement, patient to the point of it being unnerving, and seems to expect the weight of his Status to get him the outcomes he desires from those he must interact with in his duties.
He doesn't seem to have an agenda beyond that of the Silver Ladder, no great personal ambitions for all that he is one of the most powerful magi in North America both politically and magically. He doesn't rule with an iron fist, and doesn't seem to rule at all. He just travels from place to place, solving internecine troubles with his calm, outsider perspective.
It's only those who ignore him, who disrespect his office (not necessarily him), or who cause peril for the community he serves that he gets bent out of shape. And that, it is said, is something to behold. The unnerving focus of his gaze is not something people relish sweating under for long, and most find it best simply to answer his questions forthrightly and spare themselves the public indignity of what a man like him can do to the uncooperative.
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- The Lex Magica - The Quincunx Omnia lives, eats, and breathes the Lex Magica. A conversation with him beats an evening's study.
- Lictor - While *technically* answering to the Council and Hierarch while here on business, the Lictors serve the Magisterium directly, and their Emeritus rights are gigantic.
- Unnerving - Ever met someone that for no particular reason unnerves everyone? Like the itch of a wet woolen hat when you can't scratch your head because your hands are full. He's like that. All. The fucking. Time.
- Head Spun - Talking with him is somewhat hypnotic. Just his casual cadence is unnervingly compelling. He knows this, and tries to speak plainly and infrequently.
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Third Degree Master Quincunx Omnia, Warlock and Thearch on the Path to Pandemonium, Supernal Realm of Mind and Space, and abode of Demons, Edgetender of the Emeritus Order of the Magisterium, Lictor of the Lesser Convocation of the Northeast, Master of Space, Mind and Life, Adept of Time and Prime
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| Lictor Quincunx Omnia, Thearch Warlock (NPC)
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