[left]Tattoo on back (scorpions not birds)
Tattoo on both knuckles
Gender: Male. And he is 19!!!
Role: Works at the greatest place ever! His dad's music shop :D
Description: Standing only 5'10'', Quintin is the reason people were called skinny. He weighs a meager 125 pounds, and all of it is either his muscles - he does work out, jeez - or his bones. His hair is not spiked purple but a neon blue, and tattoos litter his body. The pics of his tattoos are his most famous ones, with the one on his back not being birds but scorpions. He is normally found wearing his shin high, buckle up black punk rocker boots. His black, tight jeans fit loosely on his 'waist' and are tucked into his boots. Unlike most punks he hangs out with, he likes to wear white over black shirts, and vests as well.
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 125 pounds.
Hair Color: Neon blue
Eye Color: Deep Green
Weapons: Spiked boots. They hurt. Drumsticks work too! And if those don't work, he always has those boot knives.
Skill(s)/Ability(s): He isn't a Reaper, but for some reason was born with the understanding of their dialect. His throwing arm is superb, his kicks come from his lessons of Karate back when he was younger and from the wrestling style Pankration he does today - he is a history nut... His favourite skill, however, is his ability to use sign language. He couldn't talk for a year because of a throat problem a few years ago, so he is a master at the language.
Personality: Quintin - Q or Quinn are popular also - is not the kind of punk rocker that most people think. Totally opposite of what most would think, he is a bubbly, rambunctious, people person punk. Always high on something - sometimes he doesn't even know what - he bounces around the room like a rubber ball. Always happy, he is the optimist most people wish they knew. He isn't that good at comforting, as he tries to encourage happiness even amongst the grieving, which gets him into trouble quite a bit. However, he is budding rebel, ever since day 1: he just hasn't found his inner rebel yet. He may be an optimist, but he hates any form of oppression, including the law.
The side most people don't see of Quintin is his stress level. His optimism wears thin with continued pressure or annoyances, and will cause him to snap. Quintin snapping isn't fun. He goes all ape, losing his happy go luckiness and replaces it with an insane wanting of destruction, mayhem, rioting, anarchy, the works. Normal ways to calm him down include: Giving him some form of drink, cig, or just telling him that his drum set is on fire. That does the job.
Bio: Quintin was born into a loving family, one that loved pizza and punk rock. His dad was a Punk rocker back in the day, and his mom was one of his fans. After one of his gigs, he and his buddies found themselves in a hotel with a massive party going on. Things happen at parties, and his mom and dad were so wasted they didn't realize they conceived a child until 2 weeks later. Not sure of what to do, his dad and mom hooked up and became a couple after a few months, getting married when his mom was about to give birth to Quintin. He was literally brought up on rock and roll, since his dad funded their family by performing and his mom opened up a guitar shop. His parents weren't really married, and kept their relationship quite open, causing Quintin to learn about some things a little too early in life. But his parents were always happy around him, making him into his happy self.
Problems started when he was 8, when he felt like he was being followed. Now, being 8, he wanted to make friends with this strange person following him. It, however, wanted to take the kid. Quintin thought his new karate skills would help him fend of his attacker, but that failed. And so begins the story arc of Quintin's abduction. Yep, he was missing for 2 months, tortured under a demon. He wasn't sure why the demon chose him, but he didn't care. He was scared, tortured, and unspeakably brutalized. When he was found, barely alive and dumped at his school, he was put in intensive care. He survived, but barely, his throat was damaged severely so he couldn't speak and his body mutilated. It took 1 year for his words to come back, and another year for him to actually want to speak. As he recovered, his personality changed. He was paranoid, ridden with nightmares, and became an insomniac. He cause trouble at school, even when he couldn't talk. His parents, not wanting their child to make the same mistakes they did, got him into Pankration, hoping he could vent his frustration and paranoia. It worked wonders.
Within 2 years, now 12, Quintin's mind and body were on the repair, and his old personality began to shine through. However, just like his parents, he got into punk and started dressing like he does now at 14. He still suffers from insomnia occasionally, and has mental flashbacks, but for a middle schooler he was doing okay. What wasn't doing okay were his friends. They got him into cigarettes at 14, since both his parents smoked, and he even tried cocaine at 16, getting addicted. Since then, he has been in juvie twice for multiple charges. At 17, he decided that he should probably smarten up, and decided to go to rehab to kick his cocaine addiction, but didn't bother to try getting rid of his nicotine addiction. When he was declared 'sober' he decided to switch to caffine, and now drinks energy drinks and coffee like it is his job. He loves the stuff, and it keeps him awake.
Other: He doesn't know how the Reaper language is known to him, but he has some suspicions it was that demon, whom also gave him the ability to see them. in reality, the Demon was hoping to use him against the reapers, spying on them and understanding their language so the demons could kill them all once and for all.
Sample Post: Quintin flicked his cigarette but to the tarmac, breathing out the last bit of smoke. The streets were bustling, and sitting on the curb probably wasn't the smartest idea. He didn't mind though, he was waiting for the bus. He was really good friends with bus driver, since the government didn't want him with a driver's license. Like he was going to have a flashback and start running randos over. He laughed out loud, his voice sweet in contrast to his clothing. The rain was starting to drip down his face, ruining his hair again. "I'll fix it later!" He said to himself happily. Today may be raining, but he had a lot to look forward to. His dad was getting a new shipment in, and he was supposed to go help unload. He was hoping he could find a new drum kit, and maybe even a new bass. Growing up his family, they taught him every instrument, but he stuck with his guitar.