Name: Ian Teague Quinn
Nickname: Nope
Age: 25
Sexuality: Straight
Which Side?: The Resistance and that's kind of a stupid question. All the Resistance is trying to do is live our lives the way we want to. To have a say where we go and how we live and who we live with. They want us to be sheep, to live and to die how they choose and the only option they left us was to fight.
Likes:
+ Reading. Anything, my tastes are wide and varied. I quit school early so I'm doing my best to catch up.
+ Being social, talking, I'm kind of the diplomat or as some would say the motormouth depending on who you ask.
+ Being outside, whether it's for fun, work, reconnaissance. Whatever it may be i feel much more at home when I can see the sky overhead.
+ The times when we can relax, few and far between as they are
+ When we're victorious, we know that what we're doing is right and every time we gain a little ground it only makes our resolve stronger.
+ Sex. Yeah, I'm a dude, I like to have fun. A lot. Not saying I'm trying to be tied down or jump into a relationship but when the tension is running high sometimes you can't help but to want to throw someone up against a wall and go at it.
+ Animals. Of all sorts but I must say I have a soft spot for cats.
Dislikes:
+ People who bury their heads in the sand and refuse to see the truth before them
+ Being told what to do, main reason I'm part of the resistance.
+ People who won't speak out or speak their mind. Nothing will ever change if we stay silent.
+ Being cooped up, or confined to small spaces. I function better in wide open spaces.
+ Indecisiveness. Know what you want and go get it. If not then I don't want to hear you complain about it.
+ People who think they're better than everyone else. Namely the Angelics. Just because you were born into privilege makes you no better or worse than anyone else.
+ Feeling discouraged or unmotivated. I hate feeling like ineffectual and will do everything in my power not to.
Fears:
+ Dying. Yeah. The unknown is frightening and the kind of death I see in my future doesn't seem like it'd be a peaceful one
+ Claustrophobia. Fear of tight, confined, restricted places. Like coffins, or when you're caved in or air vents. Scary scary places to be.
+ Resistance failing. Without us to stand in the way of complete oppression there will no longer be any voice of reason in society.
Dreams:
+ The Angelics realizing how wrong and degrading their way of life is and quietly leave town, tail tucked between their legs.
+ The rest of society opening their eyes and seeing what the government is doing. Telling us who to marry and have children with and when there are too many of us...which ones should die. It's sick and yet no one has anything to say about it.
+ To be free. Completely free without fear of repercussions or it all blowing up in my face.
Personality: I would have to say I'm an open book. What you see is what you get with me and I don't do pretenses. I don't play games but that's not to say I don't like to have fun. As a matter of fact that's one of my main priorities. I don't let the fact that we're at constant war deter me from having a good time when I can. We're young and life is short, especially if you're on the front lines of the resistance. Even though I'd much rather be having a good time than be out there on some raid fearing for my life but I'm definitely no coward. I stand up for what I believe and I'd give my life for the Resistance.
History: Let's see, I was born and raised in the city. My parents didn't choose each other but they enjoyed each other's company and our home life was pleasant enough for what it was. It did get lonely and I often longed for a little brother or sister but my family was quite poor and according to the government the poor weren't good enough to have more than one child. As soon as my mother gave birth to me she was sterilized, her and my father both. No thought given to the fact that they might not be poor forever or that perhaps one day I might get sick and die. Something which was a common occurrence. That was our world though. We came into it knowing that the more money you had the more power you had which afforded you more luxuries. Of course these luxuries are just like blinders. Keeping the people happy and placated while they control us like puppets.
My mother and father both worked two jobs and as soon as I was able to walk and make myself useful I had odd jobs as well. School was something that a lot of us poorer kids thought of as a luxury, if you were lucky enough to not be need for work you got to go to a warm classroom where a friendly person patiently and kindly taught you things, not to mention the food wasn't half bad either. We scraped along like that for years and to me it didn't seem strange that our entire lives were dictated by a faceless regime, that we blindly followed orders even to our own detriment.
It wasn't until I was sixteen and my father took ill that it fully hit me what kind of world I was living in. Unable to get up and go to work he lost both of his jobs and I quit school completely and began looking for work. Something which by now was quite scarce especially for a kid with no experience and no education. My mother, working herself into an early grave, finally gave in and swallowed her pride. The day we went to the Offices of Human Health and Welfare was a day I'll never be able to erase from my memory. I sat outside in the crowded, dirty waiting room. The cries of hungry children and the quiet shushings of their desperate mothers was almost more than I could bear.
When my mother finally emerged it was if she'd aged twenty years. Her face suddenly lined, her hair dull and her eyes lifeless. She'd told me in a whispered mumble that she'd explained everything to the caseworker. My father's illness and unemployment, the fact that we couldn't afford medicine or proper food, that I'd dropped out of school and was still unable to find decent work. My mother went to this place for help because that was what we were told to do. That if we were hungry or sick that society would help us until we could help ourselves. They lied.
They came to our small apartment a week later with no explanation and no time for goodbyes. Armed men had come into our home and pushed my mother aside, pinned me to the wall and aimed a gun at my head as they pulled my ailing father from his sickbed. He had no more strength to fight them, sighing with resignation he went calmly to his fate nodding silently to me and my mother. That was the day they executed my father for being a burden on the state. That was the day I began to seek out The Resistance. They'd lit a fire beneath me that could never be quenched by anything but the crushing of their New World Order. It was going to be me or them. No other way about it and I've been fighting ever since.
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