WEIR, Quentin Ambrose

[Quentin Ambrose Weir]

QUENTIN AMBROSE WEIR

FULL NAME: Quentin Ambrose Weir
NICKNAMES: Quinn
AGE: Twenty Six
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Marquee Bartender and Musician

HAIR: Long, darker brown hair, always in his eyes. He hates getting hit cut though when he does, he always goes with something outrageous
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None worth mentioning.
TATTOOS: “Le monde Journee”, left forearm, spiral around left elbow with a spear through and an anchor on a rope attached. There’s also a birdhouse in the style of Shel Silverstein on the back of his left bicep. He’s got a wolf on his right bicep, Saturn on the inside left wrist, three lines with Latin words around creating a peace sign on his right forearm. He doesn’t tell people what it says
PIERCINGS: None!
PLAY-BY: Thomas Dekker!

LIKES: mushrooms on his pizza, summer in the city, thumping music, women, tending bar, animals, comedy sitcoms, Oreo cookies, Halloween, racing boats in the park, jogging, the city, Doctor Who, a little scruff, Chinese Take Out, cold beer, hard liquor, tattoos
DISLIKES: hiking, country music, Mexican food, spicy food really, California, crime dramas, getting his hair cut, small towels, cold showers, preppy clothes, tea, vegetarian restaurants, energy drinks
FEARS: the three C’s; commitment, claustrophobia and clowns
SECRETS: He’s been cheating on Veronica since California.
PERSONALITY: There are two sides to Quentin Weir. There’s the real side, the side he shows the world and there’s the side he keeps at home and when he’s with Veronica Bosile. All it shows though is that Quentin Weir is a right prick. He’s self-centered, more than a little bit of a pig, obviously, and beyond arrogant. He hardly thinks he’s god’s gift but he does know how to be quite the charmer and proves it every night after a shift when he escorts a pretty young thing back to her apartment. To say Quentin is a lying, cheating bastard would really be an understatement but it’s the simplest way to describe him. He doesn’t give a damn about anyone, even if he acts like he does. He’s a blunt man with a very bad boy image that he quite likes actually. He’s rude and won’t even bat an eyelash at it, he laughs at everything, even when he knows he really shouldn’t. He’s a flirt and a fake, living a double life but he likes the life. Sarcastic to the bone and back again, this asshole is ridiculous and doesn’t feel even the slightest bit guilty that he’s basically stringing her girlfriend along. The other side of Quentin is the complete opposite. He doesn’t feel guilty about anything he’s done but he does make her believe like he cares. He’s attentive but not overly so, liking his space in both of the worlds he’s created. He is such a sweet man to her, surprising her with flowers at work, claiming because he felt back for the night before when he worked late and she was already gone when he got him. It’s complete and utter bullshit but he’s good at shoveling it just right. But to make it seem like he’s just a regular guy around the apartment and because he is a man, Quentin can be very lazy, and it would be nothing for him to spend an afternoon with a game controller in his hand.

MOTHER: Carla Weir & sixty
FATHER: Martin Weir & sixty.
SIBLINGS: Ashley Mayes & thirty.
OTHERS: Michael Weir & Eighty, grandfather
Veronica Bosile & Twenty six, girlfriend
PETS: Bailey, St Bernard!
HOMETOWN: Odessa, Texas.
HISTORY: Carla and Martin met as college freshman at a local coffee shop that help open mic nights regularly. Carla was there for moral support. Her friend Jane was performing some of her poetry and Martin worked there to pay for the little things college life brought with it. Carla stuck by the counter the whole night and stayed til closing. From then on, she kept going back until finally he asked her out. They’d been together ever since. They graduated the same year, from the same college, though they hadn’t been aware of that when they’d first met. They married at twenty five and lived through five blissful years of married life, a move to Odessa, two promotions and a dog named Moe before the Fates brought them Ashley at thirty. Quentin followed four short years later.

He was a very active baby, always up and playing; always moving though he never cried, hardly made a sound really even if he was hungry or was in desperate need for a nappy change. Carla and Martin were concerned their son may be deaf so they’d gone to the doctors. All the tests were ordered and run but since Quentin was still so young, the results were inconclusive. As it turned out, he was fine, just a quiet baby who turned into a quiet toddler, child and teenager over the years. When Martin’s mother passed away, the family moved back to his hometown in New Mexico to be closer to his father, Quentin’s grandfather.

The kids were nervous but it turned out to be a good thing; for the most part. One day, Michael took Quentin out to hunt down a wolf that had been attacking his animals. Quinn had no idea if that was true or not, he didn’t actually visit his grandfather’s farm often so he had no clue if that was true or not but he also knew his grandpa needed someone to go with him so he did. They found the beast but not before it attacked a young girl, about Quinn’s age. Michael carried her to her house, explained what had happened and watched as they took her to hospital. Quentin went back to his business, completely forgetting about the girl. He was young with a rather short attention span back them; out of sight, out of mind as it were.

Quentin had been sent to a private school to get his education through out his entire life and that hadn’t changed when they moved, this one just happened to be the same one his father attended and his grandfather before him. Quentin thrived there, had tons of friends whom he would hang out with outside of school, too. He was a star soccer player for the team, had excellent grades and loved it all very much. He was out walking around his grandfather’s property one day when he was about sixteen, closer to seventeen, really and got lost in his thoughts so much that he actually crossed the property line. He hadn’t realised it until he stumbled across the pond from all those years ago. He hadn’t seen the girl at first but after moving around a huge willow tree, he saw her sitting there. His first thought when he realised it was the same girl was that she was either very brave or the stupidest girl on the planet for ever returning to the pond.

However, they got to talking and both returned tot he pond a few times. Quentin liked the calm of the pond, despite what happened there. No one died so he thought it was fine. Quinn liked her well enough, though he wasn’t sure if he’d call it love, he was a teenage boy after all. Her family was great though, very kind and welcoming. When they were eighteen, Veronica told him she was pregnant and again Quentin’s first thought was that she just had to be kidding. He was still a kid himself! He couldn’t raise one! He was definitely not ready to be a father, he wasn’t even sure if he was ready to be a college kid! But he knew this meant he had responsibilities so he stayed, deferred a year to college and took charge of what he’d done. He’d said a lot of things that he’d genuinely meant in the moment but when it was reality, he wasn’t so sure; it was daunting. Quentin moved in with Ronnie and her family because it was the best option at the time, even if the space was cramped.

When it had been a stillborn birth, Quentin had mixed emotions on it. He was sad the baby didn’t make it, sad that Veronica had to live through that and deal with it but he was also relieved. He really hadn’t been ready to be a father, despite everything he’d said and done. He hadn’t wanted to defer that year but had and had wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t. It was too late now though. Veronica started to rebel and Quinn felt like it was partially his fault so he stuck by her, held her hand and offered her a way out; move states. Quinn attended classes at UC Berkeley, finishing with a music degree. He’d wanted to be a musician from the time he could hold any instrument he could get his hands on. He could only play the guitar and piano but he played them well.

And although he’d not been happy in California, sticking around had been his plan. It was the best place to be for him to get a recording contract and Quinn really wanted to be a musician. It was also in California that Quinn started his own sort of rebellion. He hit the nightclubs pretty heavily, getting backout drunk, dancing the nights away until the bouncers kicked everyone out. He started sleeping around and claiming he was at a friend’s place studying for a theory test or exam or some such nonsense. And Veronica loved him so she believed him. The move to New York was a shock though. He hadn’t want to go and he’d tried telling her a hundred different times but it was like it didn’t register. But then a girl he’d been sleeping with found out about Ronnie and threatened to tell her the truth of what he’d been doing behind her back so the move became a necessity.

Lucky for him, New York also had an incredible music scene. It hadn’t been the one he’d wanted, he’d wanted to be a hell of a lot closer to home should he ever need to go back to his family but the trip across the country wouldn’t take that long if he needed to make it. He got a job quickly enough as a bartender and continued to live the way he had been back in California as if nothing at all had changed; except his location. No one in New York knows about Veronica. They all think he’s a bit of a manwhore but it’s his own fault. After all at the end of almost every shift, he’s walking out those doors with a pretty thing in tight clothes and high heels on his arm! Veronica knows nothing about this and Quentin wants to keep it that way.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: NO!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In my shoe.
SAMPLE:

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