Full Name: Quentin Kerrigan Hartley
Nicknames: Q, Quent, Quent
Age: 18
Godly Parent: Hermes
Birthdate: June 15th
Home Town: Friday Harbor, WA
Sexuality: Bisexual, but with a strong leaning toward men
Likes: Cheese | Clingy people | Quiet nights at home | Quiet in general | Abstinence | Sobriety | Studying and Schoolwork | Dear old dad | Submissive guys | Boring stuff
Dislikes: Alpha-males | Partying | Sex | Drinking & Drugs | Jokes, practical or otherwise
Fears: Seriously? I mean, I'm terrified of roller-coasters. I also think that maybe a spider crawled into my shoe at night, then every morning, freak out a little bit because I worry it will bite me when I put my foot in there. The only thing I'm really afraid of is waking up normal one day. [This one is (shockingly) pretty true]
Personality: I can be really shy at times. I just don't understand other people. I guess that's kind of common though, right? I hope it is. Meeting new people is probably my least favorite thing to do. It makes me glad we don't get new students often. I can just be so self-conscious. Do you ever do that thing where you're talking to someone, but halfway through the conversation you start to wonder what they're thinking while they stand there and smile and nod? I can't help picturing it from their point of view. What other people think means a lot to me.
I really can't stand fake people, or shallow people. I know existentialism isn't in fashion right now, but I have a thing for authenticity. Too many people are too concerned with what other people are doing or wearing or saying. To thine own self be true, you know? And to other people as well. I can't stand gossips or drama-queens. Eleanor Roosevelt said it best โ stupid people talk about people, smart people talk about ideas. I'm paraphrasing, but you get the idea.
I'm usually pretty happy and easy-going. I mean, why stress out about the little stuff? This is the time of our lives when we're supposed to make mistakes and have fun. I might be kind of a wallflower, but that has perks too, you know?
[The above is almost entirely untrue. Quentin is far more extroverted than introverted and has an excellent grasp of human behavior. He can be extremely manipulative, and almost categorically lies or obfuscates the truth, sometimes simply for the sake of his own entertainment. He does have a keen intellect and an excellent sense of humor, but he hides behind them rather than embracing them in meaningful ways that might provide him the fulfillment that he craves.]
History: Me? I was born on an airplane while it plummeted toward the earth, trailing smoke and fire through the sky. My mom wasn't due for another week, but the stress and terror led to premature labor. Fortunately she was two seats back from a doctor. Even more fortunately, the pilot managed to put the plane down gently enough that yours truly (and all those other people) survived.
After that I was kind of famous, you know, for a baby. My mom too. I mean, new life snatched from the jaws of a screaming metal death makes for good headlines. You don't remember seeing it? It was out in Washington State, maybe eighteen years ago. I don't know, go check a microfiche or something, I'm telling my story.
But yeah. I've always known how important and awesome I am. Even back in preschool, other kids looked up to me, and then the same in elementary school. Middle school was just the best. I mean, I had it all. I was this hot-shit jock with a really gorgeous girlfriend who didn't mind how often I had sex with my hunky teammates at all. Have you ever had a three-way with the quarterback of the football team AND the captain of the hockey team while the head cheerleader gets it all on film? Well. Not film. Digital camera. Whatever, I digress.
I'd always been a grade or two ahead of the curve, so by the time I was done with my sophomore year of highschool, I just got to graduate, which was pretty sweet. I mean, I missed out on prom and all that stuff, but it's whatever. I was going to apply to colleges and stuff, but that's when my dad let me know that I was needed for a SUPER IMPORTANT MISSION at Mount Olympus Academy. It's so top secret that I'm putting it in jeopardy just telling you this much. I could tell you more, but then I'd have to kill you, hahaha. I'm just kidding. You'd die of natural causes, or maybe suicide. I haven't decided yet.
So yeah. Here I am, among fellow demigods, walking these hallowed halls with an air of mutual respect aimed toward accomplishment. These last two years have been really swell, and my mission is just going swimmingly. Top notch. Hunky-dory. Magnifico. Et cetera, et ceteratus.
[The above is almost entirely untrue, yet another manifestation of Quentin's seeming inability to tell the truth ever. He was born in Washington, but not on a plane. His mother was a single waitress who put herself through nursing school while raising him and cursed the asshole who'd knocked her up daily. He was a spaz in school, diagnosed with every kiddie disorder under the sun. He had almost no friends, but an extremely active imagination. He dropped out of high school due to being bullied excessively, and when his father finally caught up with him he was surviving on the streets, pulling cons but only just barely managing to eat. While his behavior has improved slightly since arriving at MO, he still has a penchant for fiction and very poor risk-management skills.]
Anything else?
Silver-Tongued Q missed out on the larcenous side of the family gene pool; instead, he got a heavy dose of his dad's persuasiveness. Apollo has better PR than any of the gods, so people are quick to forget about the fact that Hermes tricked him out of a fortune worth of cattle WHEN HE WAS AN INFANT. Quentin is a consummate liar, charmer, and a flirt to rival any child of Aphrodite. He's also recently discovered that, given a few minutes alone with someone, he can enact a simple form of hypnotism- usually just a simple command carried out when a trigger is performed.
Fleet of Foot Hermes is the messenger god, and as such, mobility is sort of his thing. Quentin is fast, both in terms of land-speed and reaction time. He also connived his way into a pair of winged Converse All-Stars on his last birthday, allowing him to race on the Z-axis as well.
You Don't Know Jack Quentin is far from a dedicated student; in fact, he's failing almost all of his classes, perpetually. He has no interest in conventional subjects, but he can, for example, tell you how to fold steel. He's never done it himself, but it fascinated him briefly and he's now academically an expert. The same is true of many weapons, some periods of history and literature, a variety of animals and plants (the exciting, sexy ones like dinosaurs and box jellyfish), drugs and alcohol, and popular culture. If he weren't so ADHD, he'd probably know even more.