[left]Tattoo on back (scorpions not birds)
Age: (Must... stay... older than... Chrissy....)
21!
Gender: That's gross dude.
Punk Duuuuuude.
Role: Yes, I'm pretty damn important!
Quin works in a better place than you do: A Rocker Music shop! His dad's, anyway.
Description: Quick! Throw something together to make it look like I know what I'm talking about!
Quintin, or Q/Quin as many call him, is the textbook definition of skrawny. He is only skin and bones. And the occasional jacked muscle. His hair is a neon purple, with blue and dark violet streaks, and it stands on end just like in the pic. His clothing usually consists of anarchy punk shirts, the stereo type normally with the A. OR he wears what is in the pic, 2 wifebeaters (aka muscle shirts xD). On the off day that he isn't feeling spikey or himself, he ends up looking like this in that attire. He is normally found wearing his shin high, buckle up, spiky, black punk rocker boots. He is ALWAYS found in black skinny jeans, whether there be holes or not, fitting loosely on his 'waist' and are tucked into his boots.
Height: Look! I grew some! I think...
5'10 biotch!
Weight: Making fun of me?
145 lbs (he grew since last time! xD)
Hair Color: Cooler colour than yours!
Neon Purple base, black, neon blue and dark purple streaks
Eye Color:Watch as they stare into your soooooouuuullll....
Deep Green
Personality: Yah know, you probably already guessed it
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.
The other OTHER side - yep, he has 2 other sides! - is his paranoid, insomniac, scared side. Ever since that 'incident' he only sleeps every other day, which doesn't help his stress level. He doesn't trust strangers very well, or he overly trusts them. He will sometimes he stricken with flashbacks, which will cause Que to become extremely reclusive, scared, and nervous for the rest of the day.
-Quirks: I like to call them Quintin's Quirks.
Carrying WAAAY too many drumsticks, Twirling those drumsticks, stealing people's caffeinated drinks, causing a riot/ruckus on a random basis. Also, his major quirk is that he sometimes switches into sign language
-Fears: You never heard me say this. EVER. Got that?
Quintin fears Demons above all else. His other fears include (in order of biggest to smallest): Astraphobia - fear of lighting (uber scared. second to demons), Fear of losing his drumset, Asthenophobia- Fear of fainting or weakness, Clinophobia- Fear of going to bed and Cleithrophobia- Fear of being enclosed.
-Likes: Yep, I like lots of things!
Caffeine, Drum-sets, Nicotine, Punk/Screamo (And the occasional Dubstep) music, his Headphones (found on his neck normally), his Parents, Food, Alcohol, History class, Pankration (ancient Greek style of fighting - barely any rules :D)
-Dislikes: ... And hate a bunch of things too!
Oppression, the Law (Sometimes.), Hip hop/rap/techno, technology in general, Math, Science, normal clothes, his fears, Hats, and Tennis (Looooong story.)
Bio: If your name was Chrissy, you would kinda already know it...
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. (This may be under question if the plot line from the first one is continuing over to this one.)
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 caused 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 and Drumming, 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 7 times 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 caffeine, and now drinks energy drinks and coffee like it is his job. He loves the stuff, and it keeps him awake.
Other: I guess I read everything.... Anyway!!
He can see Demons AND knows the Reaper language somehow. Quintin ALSO carries 2 bootknives that are hidden in his boots - duh - beside his drumsticks that are sometimes in his boots.
Sample Post: Time to show off my terrible literacy skills!
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, or 'accidently' get high on coke and blow up a few cars. 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. Sure, most knew him as an amazing punk drummer for a band that still needed a damn name, but Quintin was secretly a bass player. That was the first instrument he had ever learned, when he was 4. Stuff like that stays with you.
He looked down the street, noticing a man in a trench coat. He paused, and stared at Quintin, who stared back. Quintin was starting to get extremely nervous, and it seemed like he knew the man. That was when the man reach out with an inhuman arm to grab him. Quintin seized up, his body starting to shake. He blinked, heard a bus horn, and turned. " You coming Quin?' The bus driver said. Quintin got up, speechless. The man had gone.