REVOLUTIONIST, quin salvator
posted Jan 4, 2019 18:09:24 GMT -6
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QUIN SALVATOR
QUIN SALVATOR
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QUIN SALVATOR
LOOKS LIKE CAIN FROM STARFIGHTER
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT QUIN
ABOUT QUIN
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25 YEARS OLD
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25 YEARS OLD
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CIS MALE
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CIS MALE
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HE/HIM
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HE/HIM
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HETEROSEXUAL
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HETEROSEXUAL
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HETEROROMANTIC
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HETEROROMANTIC
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COMPLICATED
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COMPLICATED
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NOVEMBER 21
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NOVEMBER 21
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SCORPIO
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SCORPIO
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ENFORCER + MECHANIC
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ENFORCER + MECHANIC
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RECENT STATUS
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so who’s gonna swing first; Knock you on your knees first. this is gonna get worse.
so who’s gonna swing first; Knock you on your knees first. this is gonna get worse.
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MISCELLANEOUS INFO
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- 5'10" 152lbs muscular/fit
- Keeps streaks of color in his bangs and side pieces sometimes. Generally kept a cyan like color, but occasionally changes it up for a short amount of time.
- Several scars from head to toe, various looking due to healing and patching conditions. Most noteable is a jagged scar under ribs with signs of a rough stitching job.
- Body modifications and art are several tattoos all over, and piercings in left lobe, right helix and rook.
- Works as a mechanic as a cover job, as well as something he genuinely enjoys.
- Roommates with ADRIAN DE'REGE
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+coffee
+fighting
+motorcycles
+rebellion
+scars
+whiskey
+weed
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-arguments
-apologies
-confinement
-entitlement
-meddlers
-overbearing sweets
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TW: mentions of abuse and violence
[break]
Life is like a constant nipping of hell on heels, no matter much one tries. The world is remorseless and owes nothing to anyone. This is the reality that was the ebb and flow of Quin’s life. His childhood was chaos storm of his parents trying to pretend they don’t hate each other. Yelling arguments and cries from the other room, down the hall, from outside. The environment was a constant state of hostile airs that sometimes turned physical. But why they tried so hard to mask their hate was to convince their son they were a happy family. It was for his sake, of course. A sake they didn’t understand.
[break][break]
Only they went about it so poorly that he knew. They were an unwed couple that made too many mistakes to be happy together. Too many slip-ups to fool him. They were in financial straits and tensions rose so high that explosive arguments would come from things as simple as something being misplaced to as complicated as they couldn’t afford all their bills. Something breaks, another outrage. And he can tell from how they never really talked to each other, but occasionally at each other that the two weren’t tolerating each other well.
[break][break]
One particular night, this would all end as Quin woke in the dead of night, exhausted and wary, but unable to sleep with slamming doors and shouting rumbling through the house. He finally he enough of hearing it, slipping out of his room to the room they argued in. At first, he went by unnoticed, only for a moment but a moment too long as he'd hear “I regret everything in this house! Every. Single. Thing!” “And you think I don't?!” The silence that would of normally ensue before it would whirlwind again was filled by a youthful Quin in the doorway. “If you don't like each other, can you please pretending... I'm not happy, either. Just stop, please.” The silence that would come then was filled with shock and disbelief.
[break][break]
One would think that would end the troubles they faced, going separate ways and living in their own homes. He stayed with his uncle in this time as the custody battle went on for months. His uncle wasn’t necessarily the best guardian in the world, but he was worlds apart from the parents. The man at least had a peaceful place, actually cared for the boy to not make him feel like shit. He wasn't really knowledgeable about how to care for a child and a lot of the time Quin had to show his uncle how to help if he even knew. He didn’t care that his uncle didn’t know as the change of lifestyle was welcomed by the kid. In the end, the court finally decided that Quin was to see both his mother and father equally each month despite the painstaking process that only one of them got him.
[break][break]
Once his parents got that decision, they went with it. But their jadedness of each other was turned on Quin. The blame of anything he did wrong on the opposite parent, sometimes going as far as to say he wouldn’t be such a shitty kid if his other parent didn’t let him get away with it. The pair couldn’t even live with finding out the other was dating someone else and seeing it as an attempt to replace them, bitterly complaining to it to him and claiming that new person was trash and was aiming to ruin their child further. He often found himself slipping out of the homes to be anywhere else but there. In the neighborhood he called home, there were kids that were facing similar stories in one way or another and he ended up often hanging out with them, becoming his closest friends, meeting Adrian De’Rege among them when they went to school. They’d more times than not hide out at his uncle’s home, but occasion ran the area wildly. They all started to share a thick-as-thieves bond who looked at the man as a role model. He only didn’t argue you this since he knew he rather the kids be safe in his home as they had nowhere else.
[break][break]
Their neighborhood was no safe place, standing as a warzone of gangs trying to claim it as their turf and shooting up the crime rate. The group of kids never stayed home though, despite the warnings and groundings. They didn’t believe anyone would mess with the kids that were barely teenagers that merely were jokesters at worst, not getting into hoodlum activities. That was their naivety only being realized when a local gang thought the group was a rival gang and jumping them. The insanity that ensued caused the kids to run and panic, ending with climbing a fence to make for some distance, but his best friend Marcus fell while doing so with Quin, getting hurt when he hit the ground. He yelled for Quin to run when the boy tried to come back down to save him. The last moments he’d ever see of his friend was out of the corner of his eye as the gang members started their beatings.
[break][break]
News would come of Marcus’s beating, warnings of gang violence on the rise and keep everyone in sight. The boy was beaten so badly he was in a coma, months going by with no improvements. The police gave up on the case as a point of focus, doctor giving up close behind them. His friends and he were left bitter and empty, Quin taking it the hardest. They felt the world owed them something. Anything. Revenge. That is what they craved the most. A group of kids fueled with rage decided if you can’t beat them, join them and started forming their own gang. They all heavily spent time getting their names out there in their own ways. Quin himself took to becoming their most violent fighter. He wanted them to suffer by his own hands.
[break][break]
But it always led to nothing good. It’s where he grain each new scar of his in the illegal rings to get the name. He even gave a scare to Adrian, who was trying to talk some sense into him to let things go. After he did that, he didn’t see her anymore. Quiet guilt over resided in the back of his head as he kept doing things in the name of the gang. But it eventually fell apart in his late teens when one of the people that was a member and he thought a friend showed a picture of the girl who was only trying to stop him. And that picture still haunts him as he found out the details that she was selling herself. Furthermore, she’s been sold to most the gang.
[break][break]
It was the cold slap he needed to put things into perspective. To realize the gang wasn’t after revenge anymore, Seth their head guy only after his power trip, and then further to go after her like that. A majority of them… He felt anger and resentment, mostly to himself. He didn’t care that she was choosing to do as much as he cared about her safety. He had no doubt they hurt her… But he did hurt her the worst. But the self-resentment didn’t stop him from texting her out of the blue, he just wanted out. He wanted her comfort. Beg for her forgiveness even though he’d feel the guilt for the rest of his life. He wanted a chance to do things over. He wanted her. She had a way of making things okay...
[break][break]
After this breakdown, talking to her, severing ties to anyone in his past that were getting out themselves, he gave up on revenge. Quin relented on it, realizing that revenge at this point wouldn’t even be satisfying and that the gang was only using him. Eventually, he was cleaning up his act, having Adrian move in with him till they had enough money to make it out of New York. A fresh start somewhere else where they couldn’t be touched. Quin knew the gang would never have the power to chase him or her over state lines.
[break][break]
They eventually found themselves calling Seattle their new home. He found himself always pissy about the rules of the world they lived in. Hell, with his past with the cops just giving up on his now dead friend to not arrest anyone, to how everything was running. He’d rather see everything get tore down into anarchy. He just always held resentment for the current time, even if he wasn’t big into the politics of it all. The rare hush about an uprising stirring while he was working on cars got his attention, finding himself interested. If anything, he’d want to fight something like he used to, but it at least be useful for something. Quin really didn’t remember much when it came to finding himself in the hands of the Revolution. You kick too many stones over searching, eventually, it will catch up to you, right? He was used to the sight of staring into a barrel of a gun, only getting a cocked brow sent the boss’s way as he came to. The offer of money was too much to not give up, his and Adrian’s jobs only covering the bills, not even her bills for school. And in his life, there was nothing left to lose. Well. There was one thing. But he wanted to do this mostly now for her. Cash to spend however they needed. It was more helpful than the danger of a game of Russian roulette...
TW: mentions of abuse and violence
[break]
Life is like a constant nipping of hell on heels, no matter much one tries. The world is remorseless and owes nothing to anyone. This is the reality that was the ebb and flow of Quin’s life. His childhood was chaos storm of his parents trying to pretend they don’t hate each other. Yelling arguments and cries from the other room, down the hall, from outside. The environment was a constant state of hostile airs that sometimes turned physical. But why they tried so hard to mask their hate was to convince their son they were a happy family. It was for his sake, of course. A sake they didn’t understand.
[break][break]
Only they went about it so poorly that he knew. They were an unwed couple that made too many mistakes to be happy together. Too many slip-ups to fool him. They were in financial straits and tensions rose so high that explosive arguments would come from things as simple as something being misplaced to as complicated as they couldn’t afford all their bills. Something breaks, another outrage. And he can tell from how they never really talked to each other, but occasionally at each other that the two weren’t tolerating each other well.
[break][break]
One particular night, this would all end as Quin woke in the dead of night, exhausted and wary, but unable to sleep with slamming doors and shouting rumbling through the house. He finally he enough of hearing it, slipping out of his room to the room they argued in. At first, he went by unnoticed, only for a moment but a moment too long as he'd hear “I regret everything in this house! Every. Single. Thing!” “And you think I don't?!” The silence that would of normally ensue before it would whirlwind again was filled by a youthful Quin in the doorway. “If you don't like each other, can you please pretending... I'm not happy, either. Just stop, please.” The silence that would come then was filled with shock and disbelief.
[break][break]
One would think that would end the troubles they faced, going separate ways and living in their own homes. He stayed with his uncle in this time as the custody battle went on for months. His uncle wasn’t necessarily the best guardian in the world, but he was worlds apart from the parents. The man at least had a peaceful place, actually cared for the boy to not make him feel like shit. He wasn't really knowledgeable about how to care for a child and a lot of the time Quin had to show his uncle how to help if he even knew. He didn’t care that his uncle didn’t know as the change of lifestyle was welcomed by the kid. In the end, the court finally decided that Quin was to see both his mother and father equally each month despite the painstaking process that only one of them got him.
[break][break]
Once his parents got that decision, they went with it. But their jadedness of each other was turned on Quin. The blame of anything he did wrong on the opposite parent, sometimes going as far as to say he wouldn’t be such a shitty kid if his other parent didn’t let him get away with it. The pair couldn’t even live with finding out the other was dating someone else and seeing it as an attempt to replace them, bitterly complaining to it to him and claiming that new person was trash and was aiming to ruin their child further. He often found himself slipping out of the homes to be anywhere else but there. In the neighborhood he called home, there were kids that were facing similar stories in one way or another and he ended up often hanging out with them, becoming his closest friends, meeting Adrian De’Rege among them when they went to school. They’d more times than not hide out at his uncle’s home, but occasion ran the area wildly. They all started to share a thick-as-thieves bond who looked at the man as a role model. He only didn’t argue you this since he knew he rather the kids be safe in his home as they had nowhere else.
[break][break]
Their neighborhood was no safe place, standing as a warzone of gangs trying to claim it as their turf and shooting up the crime rate. The group of kids never stayed home though, despite the warnings and groundings. They didn’t believe anyone would mess with the kids that were barely teenagers that merely were jokesters at worst, not getting into hoodlum activities. That was their naivety only being realized when a local gang thought the group was a rival gang and jumping them. The insanity that ensued caused the kids to run and panic, ending with climbing a fence to make for some distance, but his best friend Marcus fell while doing so with Quin, getting hurt when he hit the ground. He yelled for Quin to run when the boy tried to come back down to save him. The last moments he’d ever see of his friend was out of the corner of his eye as the gang members started their beatings.
[break][break]
News would come of Marcus’s beating, warnings of gang violence on the rise and keep everyone in sight. The boy was beaten so badly he was in a coma, months going by with no improvements. The police gave up on the case as a point of focus, doctor giving up close behind them. His friends and he were left bitter and empty, Quin taking it the hardest. They felt the world owed them something. Anything. Revenge. That is what they craved the most. A group of kids fueled with rage decided if you can’t beat them, join them and started forming their own gang. They all heavily spent time getting their names out there in their own ways. Quin himself took to becoming their most violent fighter. He wanted them to suffer by his own hands.
[break][break]
But it always led to nothing good. It’s where he grain each new scar of his in the illegal rings to get the name. He even gave a scare to Adrian, who was trying to talk some sense into him to let things go. After he did that, he didn’t see her anymore. Quiet guilt over resided in the back of his head as he kept doing things in the name of the gang. But it eventually fell apart in his late teens when one of the people that was a member and he thought a friend showed a picture of the girl who was only trying to stop him. And that picture still haunts him as he found out the details that she was selling herself. Furthermore, she’s been sold to most the gang.
[break][break]
It was the cold slap he needed to put things into perspective. To realize the gang wasn’t after revenge anymore, Seth their head guy only after his power trip, and then further to go after her like that. A majority of them… He felt anger and resentment, mostly to himself. He didn’t care that she was choosing to do as much as he cared about her safety. He had no doubt they hurt her… But he did hurt her the worst. But the self-resentment didn’t stop him from texting her out of the blue, he just wanted out. He wanted her comfort. Beg for her forgiveness even though he’d feel the guilt for the rest of his life. He wanted a chance to do things over. He wanted her. She had a way of making things okay...
[break][break]
After this breakdown, talking to her, severing ties to anyone in his past that were getting out themselves, he gave up on revenge. Quin relented on it, realizing that revenge at this point wouldn’t even be satisfying and that the gang was only using him. Eventually, he was cleaning up his act, having Adrian move in with him till they had enough money to make it out of New York. A fresh start somewhere else where they couldn’t be touched. Quin knew the gang would never have the power to chase him or her over state lines.
[break][break]
They eventually found themselves calling Seattle their new home. He found himself always pissy about the rules of the world they lived in. Hell, with his past with the cops just giving up on his now dead friend to not arrest anyone, to how everything was running. He’d rather see everything get tore down into anarchy. He just always held resentment for the current time, even if he wasn’t big into the politics of it all. The rare hush about an uprising stirring while he was working on cars got his attention, finding himself interested. If anything, he’d want to fight something like he used to, but it at least be useful for something. Quin really didn’t remember much when it came to finding himself in the hands of the Revolution. You kick too many stones over searching, eventually, it will catch up to you, right? He was used to the sight of staring into a barrel of a gun, only getting a cocked brow sent the boss’s way as he came to. The offer of money was too much to not give up, his and Adrian’s jobs only covering the bills, not even her bills for school. And in his life, there was nothing left to lose. Well. There was one thing. But he wanted to do this mostly now for her. Cash to spend however they needed. It was more helpful than the danger of a game of Russian roulette...
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call me
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