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Height: 5'9" Weight: 144 Hair: Sable Eyes: Dark Hazel A nihilistic young man, Quentin values little in life. Early on in his childhood, his wealthy parents -- ill-willing to raise a child -- sent him off to a clandestine facility. The institution, "Volant Dragon Institute", was an alternative to traditional military academies. VDI (located in Toronto) indoctrinated students with severe discipline, martial arts, and independence. VDI resembled a cult, and the instructors (primarily Japanese), deliberately neglected the students, day in and day out, as a form of training. At VDI, Quentin learned of gymnastic maneuverability; ninjitsu-like martial-arts, which familiarized him with the ninja-to (among other weapons); and docility, that validated extraordinary canny when in direful combat situations. Quentin is normally unsociable, and deeply-set in his thoughts. He doesn't concern himself with the events of the world. To him, fighting is a form of authentic expression, and assumes both his livelihood and pastime. He'll involve himself in grisly street fights for bits of cash in the darkest back alleys. He tends to amply batter and break the appendages of drunkards, truckers, and any brash enough to take him on. More often than not he's underestimated due to his deceptively lean frame and gentle features. After graduating in the top 10% of his class, Quentin returned home to his parents, entirely a stranger. He returned home to parents no more willing to accept him than when they first sent him away. Eventually, in little time, he left Maine (his place of birth), and from then on took a random greyhound bus to San Francisco. Quentin now frequents the streets, not knowing what to do with ire -- with pessimism -- with compulsion to fight. |