reynolds, quinn

[quinn reynolds]

QUINN REYNOLDS

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF

Age: 26
D.O.B. March 14th, 1982
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetereosexual
Occupation/Grade: Unlicensed Mechanic/Odd Jobs around town

DON'T STARE AT ME

Quinn stands at six feet even, at a muscular 170 pounds. He’s got the kind of build that shows you he works out, but not enough to look like some kind of roid monkey. He’s proportioned enough where it’s nothing impressive, but he’s in good enough shape. He’s got hazel eyes and a square jaw, that’s got a bunch of stubble all over it. He’d like it to look like it’s there because he doesn’t maintain his appearance. In all actuality, he trims his facial hair regularly to keep it looking that way. He’s got brown hair that hangs down to the bottom of his neck.

His clothes are much the same as his facial hair. He goes out of his way to look like he’s not going out of his way. He raids thrift stores for old pairs of jeans and band t-shirts, wears layer after layer of clothing and fingercut gloves. As such, he usually looks like the world’s most chic bag lady. He’s got a trio of tattooes, a tribal piece on his arm he got for no other reason than he and his brother thought it looked good, a WEED, LO. Tattoo on his chest to remind him of home and a wrench tattooed on his left forearm. He walks like he owns the ground he’s on, with a swagger that looks as forced as the rest of him.

I WON'T SHUT UP, I KNOW THAT I SHOULD

Most shy away from drama, Quinn lives on it. He might not realize it all the time, but he stirs the pot. He’ll say just the thing to get someone talking, and then poke at it to get them talking more and more. He doesn’t offer much to conversations, but he loves to hear people talk. Once he’s got people going, he’ll be making judgments in his head. Quinn’s got an opinion on everyone, with most of them being uninformed due to his prejudices. He was raised in a staunchly Christian, white, middle class family and on some level tends to bias himself against anyone who wasn’t. It’s not something he brings up often, but it gives him suspicions he might not otherwise have.

That’s not to say he’s a complete waste. Quinn’s always willing to lend a hand to someone he considers worthy of it. He’s always willing to listen, even if his responses might not be what you want. He’s a hard worker, and he’ll be who you want if you need something that skirts the law. He’s a man with a strong moral compass, and he’ll go out of his way to do what’s right, if not always what is legal.

He’s gruff, he’s complex and he’s got a shell that’s a few inches thick but there’s good filling underneath.


Likes:

Vodka
Jogging
Thunder
Eggs
Dogs
Quiet Days
His Brother
Singing
Zakk Wylde
Church

Dislikes:

Country Music
Quiet Types
Laundry
Beer
Environmentalists
Big Government
Violence
Tomatoes

Strengths:

• Intuitive
• Mechanical aptitude, very little he can’t repair
• Loyal
• Determined

Flaws:

• Xenophobia
• Religious Intolerance
• Hypocritical
• Stubborn


Fears:

• Being stuck where he is
• Going to jail
• His brother coming back into his life


Secrets:

• Hates his family and doesn’t know why
• Loves a good chick flick
• A virgin and planning to keep it that way till marriage.

Quirks:

• Reads out loud
• Speaks very broken french

LIVING IN THE PAST

History: Quinn Reynolds was born in the swamps of southern Louisiana, to a household with one older brother and a mother basically trying to raise the two kids on her own. It wasn’t due to an apathetic or absent father, he served in the military and would spend months at a time away from the family on his duties. Quinn’s memories are few and far between, but the one’s that are there stand out hard. His father taught him the value of a hard days work, of shoulder to the wheel values and helping out those who deserved it. He pushed Quinn’s natural curiosity on, and that was what eventually leaned him toward the mechanics that help him make his living today.

He went to church for the first time when he was eight. It was a Christmas service. His parents weren’t extremely religious people, but somehow the bible stuck with Quinn. At first, his parents simply saw it as a passing fascination. A quirk their child happened to have, but something that was socially acceptable enough not for his very conservative father to dismiss. Over his teenage years, he never missed a service. He volunteered. He leaned on the church for support. Volunteering and bible study became a bond for the Reynolds boys. There staunch values put a bit of a chip on their shoulders after a while, and the boys attitude gave them a local reputation as an odd duo of troublemakers.

On his twenty second birthday, the boys went out to celebrate. There was more than a little hypocrisy in them by this point, as soon as they hit the bar they were drinking and causing trouble. It all came to a head when Gabe got into it with a patron and got into a fight in the parking lot. He put the man in the hospital. When the police showed up at the house the next morning, they went and asked Quinn what had happened. He told them the truth. His brother got brought in for questioning, and would receive a conditional sentence for it later in the year. It put a rift between the two of them, Quinn believing he should tell the truth and Gabe believing loyalty should trump law. On the back of this charge, and punishing the two young men for the attitudes they’d had their entire life the cops started to ride the two boys. Over the next year everything they did was watched carefully by local authorities. Finally, during an argument with a girlfriend of his outside her house the police showed up to talk to Gabe and Quinn. Gabe snapped and got into a fistfight with the officers. They responded by beating him down as Quinn stood there stunned.

That was it. The rift between the brothers had grown to the point where it wasn’t healthy for them to be around each other. Quinn found himself feeling uncomfortable in Weed. He finally made the decision to leave and head north. He hopped on his motorcycle and headed to Jersey. Settling down on the coast, he made a decent living as a mechanic. He’s sort of a fringe character, and has a bit of a reputation as a tattooed thug even though he’s never really done anything that bad. It’s just his look and the chip on his shoulder. He’s got flyers thrown up around town for odd jobs and advertising that he can pretty much fix anything. He’s hoping to make a good living far from the drama of his brother and settle down.

Mother: Tara Reynolds; Homemaker
Father: Elijah Reynolds; Retired Soldier
Siblings: Gabriel Reynolds ; Older Brother

WELL I AM WHAT I AM WHAT I AM

Alias: Tony
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Experience: Few years. Less than six, more than four
Contacts: PM, AIM: TWDKINCAID
Secret Word: {removed by admin}
RP Sample:

Quinn knew nothing about children. His entire life, he’d avoided them as best he could. No matter how annoying most people were you could shut them up if you gave them whatever it was they wanted. Kids weren’t like that. What a child was interested in shifted thirty times before they finally decided to settle down. That made it pretty easy to sympathize with the woman he was sitting in front of in at the bus station. He could see why she was having so much trouble with the little one. It did not, however, stop him from wishing she’d be struck by the sudden urge to mail the kid to Taiwan. There were a row of benches set in front of the shipping desk, where he’d come to pick up the parts being sent out to him, and she had the little one cradled in her arms rocking her back and forth trying to calm the child. Mission failed. The kid was wailing at the top of it’s lungs like it’s feet were on fire.

“Patience.”

He muttered the word under his breath. Helped to get it out loud, to remind himself not to go jumping off his nut. He shifted the newspaper in his hand again and tried to concentrate on the music coming out of his mp3 player. He was only wearing one headphone, he couldn’t quite identified whatever the loud-and-snarlies he was currently listening to were. It was becoming increasingly obvious they weren’t going to block out the kid.

“Mr. Reynolds?” The attendant asked him, not looking up from his computer even as he called his name. Quinn got up to his feet and walked across the station to the counter. The attendant was an older man, balding and fat. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but where he was. Quinn stayed quiet until he looked up at him and spoke “Your delivery’s come on. We’ll be-“

The baby cut loose again with it’s loudest wail yet. Quinn growled and wheeled around. He rushed his way across the floor toward the woman. The mother watched him get closer, eyes getting saucer-wide until he was right in front of them. He bent forward toward her until he was looking the baby right in the eye. He took a deep breath and spoke one word.

“Stop.” It failed miserably. The kid set off again. He took a step back and shook is head amazed. Didn’t it eventually have to run out of air? The mother gave him a helpless shrug.

“Here is the ticket for your delivery, Mr. Reynolds.” The attendant said from behind him. Quinn wasn’t paying attention. He was fixed on quieting down the baby. The attendant sighed and fished a toothpick out from his desk. He started chewing on the end of it as the mother tried everything to shut the child up. He called Quinn’s name again. Nothing. He snickered to himself and started waiving his hand in the air, mocking the mechanic for not paying attention to him . Finally he lost his patience “Mr. Reynolds! Your TICKET!”

Quinn looked up from the child nice and slow. He raised an eyebrow at the man. Ah, there was the solution to his little problem. He walked over to the desk and reached out a hand. The attendant jerked back, but Quinn was a little bit quicker. He snatched the toothpick out of his mouth. Might not be too safe, but it might work. He turned back to the child and offered it to the baby. The baby snatched it up, and started to suck on the end. The mother looked none too impressed by his solution, nor did the attendant. He shrugged helplessly. At least he’d shut it up.

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