∞ Full name ∞
Quinton Mylod
∞ Nickname ∞
Snake, Quin
∞ Age ∞
27
∞ Gender ∞
Male
∞ Class ∞
Aether Resident Scientist
∞ Hair Color ∞
Green
∞ Eye Color ∞
Yellow
∞ Likes ∞
♥ Boiled Eggs | He likes eggs. Nuff said.
♥ Fedoras | No really. He wears one like... all the time. He finds them to be very fashionable.
♥ Toying with people | Quinton's favorite pastime by far. He enjoys delving into the minds of others and finding out what makes them tick, only to use that against them later on. He prefers doing this with those are mentally guarded, since they would be more of a challenge, thus making the experience more enjoyable for him.
∞ Dislikes ∞
✖ Impromptu Events | Quinton likes having everything play out exactly how he wants it to. If even the slightest alteration were to be made to his plans, he would become very agitated.
✖ Cats | He absolutely despises the creatures. Mostly because he deadly allergic to them.
✖ Humanity | While he does enjoy using them and toying with him, other people irk Quinton. They believe they have control over their own lives, when really he is the true puppet master. This pertains to the Upper Class as well. He would sooner see them all destroy themselves than continue their worthless existence.
∞ Skills ∞
✔ Manipulation | Utilizing his Powers of Persuasion, Quinton has nearly perfected the art of Manipulation. He is adept at getting what he wants from telling other's what they want to hear. Of course he has many other methods as well. Blackmail, Mutual Exchange, etc.
✔ Chemistry | Being a scientist, Quinton can't devote all of his time to gathering information, or else he wouldn't be able to hold a steady position in this world before he brings it crumbling down. Through his career, Quinton has become an exemplary chemist. He likes to keep little concoctions he has made up on his person that prove to be convenient whenever he is in a fix and needs to deal with a particularly unruly individual himself.
✔ Information Gathering | Quinton has many connections throughout the world of Androria. They are his eyes and ears, making it to were there is almost nothing going on is Aether that he isn't aware of. These contact go from the Upper Classes all the way down to the ground levels. However, the majority of his contacts reside in the middle class islands. Altogether, Quinton has enough power to take over at least 1/8th of the middle class islands altogether. The only reason he hasn't is because it would deviate from is plans and derive a great deal of attention from the government.
∞ Flaws ∞
✖ Allergies | Born with a weak constitution, Quinton hasn't been the healthiest of people. He has many allergies that could prove deadly to him, if he isn't careful around them. While he has remedied most of them through narcotics and chemicals he has made himself, he finds it impossible to cure all of these illnesses. Felines would be a major example.
✖ Physical Violence | In the simplest terms, Quinton is a wimp. He cannot handle arduous amounts of physical labor nor prove himself in a test of brawn. He is prefers to have grunts do his dirty work for him, while he watches from the sidelines pulling the strings. As weak as he is, he has to maintain certain safety measures on his person at all times. Examples being concealed weapons like a pistol or corrosive chemicals stored in thin bottles.
✖ Headaches | Because of the ever-growing mass of information Quinton stashes into his brain, he is subject to the occasional migraine. He usually has to take pills to make these headaches go away, but they are quite frequent and sometimes too relentless to let painkillers dispel them. Quinton has passed out of several occasions because of these headaches. They take a severe toll on his mind and if left alone for too long could eventually kill him.
∞ Personality ∞
Overall, Quinton is very twisted and secretive. He tells others little of himself and has ways of squeezing every little bit of information about them into his memory bank. That being said, he doesn't like to be too well-known by government officials and people of authority. He much prefers the company of people he has control over, rather than those who hold power over him. His methods go from blackmailing Upper classmen to fund his exploits to bribing low-class bottom feeders with promise of easier lives. In the end, they're all just trash to him. Tools to be thrown away once they've served their purpose.
Quinton isn't one to leave loose ends untied. If he was, then eventually those ties would lead back to him. And he just can't have that. When he feels someone has outlived their purpose, he has a few bands of happy-go-lucky cleanup crews to per say... take out the trash. These cleanup crews consist of mostly ruffians from the low and middle-class islands who Quinton has offered a stable position to in Aetherian life. There are even a few mindless angels who Quinton has reassigned under his command after picking them back up from the ground levels. While they aren't the nicest bunch to have around, they do prove to be quite useful and Quinton enjoys useful tools the most. If one remains useful to him, then they live longer. That is simply the way it works.
Quinton sees the world in a different light than most people. He sees himself as a god and those who choose to try and rule over god were never meant to exist. Thus he has deluded himself into believing that if he erased them, then he will finally achieve the level of a god. What better way than to have these foolish creatures slaughter each other? 'Revolution' is a word Quinton throws around lightly, as he has spent the majority of his lifetime readying one. All the pieces are coming together quite nicely.
Despite his rather insane personality on the inside, on the outside Quinton always has a sly smirk placed on his lips. He treats those he deals with like buddies in order to establish a sense of companionship, while really he is only luring them into a false sense of security. Having dealt with various types of people, Quinton has picked up different mannerisms and slang that are very useful when he is in need of more disposable tools.
Quinton is deceptive and underhanded in his tactics. They even go as far as spreading psychological warfare among the crowds through propaganda and political figures that he has under his belt. He wants the people to know a revolution is coming and when it does, things are going to get very, very hectic. Just the thought of seeing all of them panicking in fright gets him excited. Although his efforts have at best stirred up a slight uproar, the government has done everything within their power to calm the nerves of their citizens. Not that Quinton hasn't already taken precautionary measures for this. Oh yes. As soon as his final plan goes through, there won't be any stopping the calamity that is to come. And Quinton will have front-row seats to the floating islands of Aether's downfall.
∞ History ∞
Born as a rather sickly child to a lone mother, Quinton's childhood was a rather boorish one. He spent most of his days locked away in his room, bedridden with practically every disease known to man. He wasn't expected to live past the age of 14. The strain his life pressed on his mother was almost enough for her to abandon him. The only reason she hadn't was to maintain the façade of a loving mother who would do anything for her poor child. She had friends in high places and they offered her nursing jobs, seeing how caring she was towards the young. Eventually his mother took a job as a fulltime wet-nurse for a wealthy high class family, sending money back to Quinton in order to pay for his medicine bills and also hire a weekly caretaker to tend to his other needs. Not that Quinton cared much. He always saw the woman as an eyesore.
Left alone to himself and his thoughts, Quinton spent the majority of his time reading and learning from books. Quinton had quite the open mind; almost photographic in nature. He soaked up information like a sponge and could even recite an entire novel after only skimming over the pages once. He was truly a genius with wasted potential. Ever so often he would stare out his bedroom window at the children below, playing and laughing without a care in the world. If someone were to catch him, they would think he was lonely and wanted to be like the other kids. It was quite the contrary. Quinton felt that it was unfair that his potential was being wasted away by illness, while these fairly healthy cretins were allowed to frolic about. Taking a deeper look into Quinton's eyes, one could tell that they were filled with nothing but hate and envy.
Being left by himself, all alone in this world, Quinton eventually deluded himself to believing he is a god. He figured at some point he must have made a mistake in bringing about this world. He attempted to remedy it with the Acid storms but underestimated humanity's tenacity and prowess. While logically, Quinton could tell that these thoughts were pure nonsense, as time went on and the days became longer, it dawned on him that there could be no other alternative. Having reached some level of self-preserved insanity, Quinton began making plans to bring about humanity's downfall. But he wouldn't do it himself. Oh no. He would make humanity destroy itself as a sweet yet bitter revenge for torturing their god and subjecting him to such a humiliating fate.
His first step was to cure himself of as many illnesses as he could. He knew that doctors and medical personal weren't doing anything to make him better. Only delay his inevitable demise and make him suffer as he waited for it. Since they weren't going to help, he would have to do it himself. Asking his caretaker to buy him books on physics, chemistry, and medical care, Quinton soon delved into the world of science. Through several years of constant practice and execution, Quinton had cured over half of his illnesses that even the hospitals on the upper class islands could never hope to cure. The fruits of his labor had proved to be ripe and ready for harvesting. He could have saved many lives throughout Aether and even made a name for himself with these concoctions of his. He could even become an important figure in the field of medicine and science, living a life of luxury in the upper class islands. But Quinton's hatred for humanity proved too great for him to even consider these thoughts.
Having succeeded in revitalizing himself, Quinton was now able to do many things that he had never been able to before. He immediately fired his caretaker, having no further use of them and kept whatever money his mother sent him for himself. Quinton dazzled at the sights around him as he made his first steps out the door. They weren't new, but the thought that such a civilization that had once seemed so small, could be so huge once taken out of the frame of a bedroom window. Quinton did not stare at the magnificence of Aether in awe, rather his mind couldn't comprehend anything past the sheer delight he would find in crashing every last island back into the face of Androria. This was only the start of his plans.
While his initial encounters with other people were somewhat awkward and brief, Quinton soon learned how to make connections between himself and others, using them to branch out to other people and so on. He learned many other social skills along the way which allowed him to eventually make a social network of information, which he was able to deposit into his mind and recall at will. This network stretched from the high upper class islands to the harsh, acid-tainted lands of Androria. Quinton can be quite greedy when it comes to information, so he
Around the age of 19, Quinton decided to take the knowledge he took from his studies in science and apply them to his everyday life. Becoming a chemist at the age of 22, Quinton used everything at his disposal to further his research and cure his body of all illness. He was successful for the most part, but failed to cure a select few. While, the main illness that threatened to take his life at an early age had been weakened, it was still ever-present. From what Quinton could deduce, he had until his mid-30's before he would finally perish. That didn't take into account the lethality of the persistent headaches he had been receiving lately. His end was nearing and Quinton could feel it. If he was going to act, it would have to be soon. Within only a few years, he would have his ultimate revenge against humanity.
∞ Relationships ∞
► Callie Nickel - "Ah, yes. While she doesn't seem very impressive, her ties to certain individuals would prove quite useful."
► Clara M. P. Heany - "Such a young thing. I want to see the look on her face as her parents are slaughtered before her very eyes... Delicious."
► Nina Crosby - "Yes. She will make a fine beacon to start off my lovely, little revolution. I do hope the rat succeeds in this mission."
► Cyril Finnahan - "Yes... The Rat. He has proven himself enough to where sparking the flame to burn millions shouldn't prove too difficult a task."
► Karl Twittz Fitzgerald - "Common ground level filth, just like the rest of them. However this charming, little pistol he supplied me with isn't half bad."
► Isaac - "Its quite amusing to find one of these things being used as a figurehead. It couldn't hurt trying to get more firepower on the rebel side..."
► Gladys - "Hehe~ She's a cute thing, really. Certainly serves her purpose as motivation to use against that Rat."
► Jinji Ko - "Hmmm. Doesn't ring a bell. I might have to find some intel on this one."
∞ Face Claim ∞
Hazama(Yuuki Terumi) from Blazblue
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