"Here comes the sun."
Name: Terrance Quinton Falr
Falr. Terrance Falr.
Nickname: Quincy
"It's Quincy okay?
Age: Twenty Seven
"I was born on May 2, 1986"
Sexuality: Heterosexual
"Straight as a pole.
Pantheon: Norse
"Norse rhymes with horse...
Ancestor: Baldr
"He's the light of my existence...Literally.
Occupation: Terrance has a full time job owning/working a music and stereo shop. He sells albums collected from throughout the ages and also builds and makes speakers and sound systems.
"I can make you a killer stereo if you've got the money.
Likes:
Electronics
Speakers
Privacy
Lots of open space
Sunlight
Dislikes:
Thunderstorms
Darkness
Talkative people
Black cats
Mistletoe
Fears:
Extreme Claustrophobia (To the point where it is disabling)
Darkness, complete and utter darkness
Losing all of his hair
Hobbies:
Landscaping/Yard work
Plays guitar (Though not very well)
Photography
Fixes cars
Ancestor: Baldr was the Norse deity that reigns over sunshine, innocence, joy and summer.
He was considered a fair-spoken, gracious and bright god.
Powers: Terrance has a small quirky ability to snap his fingers and produce light and/or electricity. He can send this small jolt of electricity through conductive materials, restart/start electronics, and give off enough power to light up a bulb while holding it in his hand.
Weaknesses: Along with his vulnerability to mistletoe, Terrance has an irrational fear of small spaces (Acute claustrophobia) and a fear of the dark (Nyctophobia).
Strengths: Good natured, level headed, and especially smart with anything that has moving mechanical parts.
Thoughts: "Oh, the Pantheons? Where do I even start? Well, it's like this you see: All of our mommies and daddies hold grudges against one another and that hatred has been passed down to us, I guess. I'd do anything to uphold my father's name and my Nordic heritage, but that doesn't mean I'm not open to learning about yours. However, if you are a descendant of Loki, you'd do best if you stayed the hell away from me."
Personality:
Charismatic, quick witted, humorous, and fun-loving are a few words used to describe Mister Terrance Quinton Falr. This flirty, kind hearted, man finds joy in the littlest of moments and lives by the motto "If this was my last moment alive, I want it to be the greatest moment of my life." A sort of hopeless romantic, Quincy is always trying to find his other half, despite how pathetic he may sound, he tries to be friendly and opportunistic with everyone he meets.
Despite this joyous and spirited side to him, Quincy has a rather dark side to him as well. The young man has a history of violent mood swings, provoked by drug abuse and excessive drinking, feeling as if the whole world is against him. When in one of his little fits, the man will seal himself in his music store and drown his feelings with drugs and alcohol. He has an independent spirit and needs his space every once and awhile. Terrance likes to think of himself as dark and mysterious, but in all reality he is always very kind and shining like a bright light.
Having a much younger sister, Quincy had to learn early that girls were much more sensitive than all the boys he used to play with as a kid. Despite the difference in age he tried to be a great big brother, always looking out for his little sister. It wasn't until he was graduated from highschool and living on his own did he truly notice how much he had taken his family for granted and occasionally visits them, keeping in touch, and threatening to beat up any knuckle head boy giving his sister problems.
History:Terrance Quinton Falr is the first born of Mister and Misses Falr, being raised as an only child until the age of nine years old. His mother and father blessed him with a baby sister, completely turning his life upside down. He had gone nine whole years without a sibling and the adjustment period had been rough for the young boy. By the time he could actually interact and play with his sister, the boy was already in Junior high, getting ready to move on to high school. Flunking out of school at the age of seventeen, Quincy said his goodbyes to his mother, father, and sister and had gone off on his own. It wasn't like he had gone very far, just a few miles down the road, but he had lost touch with his family. During his early twenties, Quincy had developed a dependency on heroine, and like any other twenty something didn't feel he had a problem. At the age of twenty three, Quincy had an awakening of sorts, finally having really looked down at his life and taking a step back.
The withdrawal had rocked his world and at times it had seemed impossible to put his past behind him. Unable to pay rent, Quincy had been living on the streets, with only the clothes on his back. Any money he did come across went to more drugs, until one fateful day, a woman by the name of Alaura Dawn had been broken down on the side of the road, her car refusing to start. After a moment under the hood, he was able to quickly assess what was wrong with her vehicle and offered to help her fix it. In return, Alaura had allowed him to live with her as he got back on his feet and help him through withdrawals and staying clean. With the support of Alaura was able to pull through and kick his addiction up the ass. The years following he spent building a studio shop so he could do what he loved the most: Making speakers and appliances. Along with a knack for building speakers he had a hand for fixing cars, his current project an old 69' GTO Pontiac "The judge". Living out of his studio, the small shop has an entire loft upstairs and a small garage attached to the side where he can work on his car, personal speakers, and anything else he had found interest in.
Other:"Can I kiss you?"
