Application P.S. I still like sour grapes
Yes... the 7's on his hoodie are backwards. I forgot to change them when I decided he looked better faced the other direction. I should probably fix it, but not any time soon.
Past Application: [link]Name:
6' 2" at the head, not including about 8 inches of earsWeight:
Between 184 and 188lb depending on the time of year. Tends toward the higher end during the holiday season (ie. Thanksgiving to Christmas).Profession:
Street PunkRank Level:
F-Ranked RefugeCard Type and Number:
7 of ClubsWeapons/items of choice:
His not so secret passion is his collection of knuckle dusters. Not all of them are functional, but he gets satisfaction out of cooing over them. He doesn't carry too much on his person since his hands are his personal artist brush of pain.Personality:
He isn't much of a creative thinker, having one solution for most things that cross him - smash it. This holds true for microwaves, remotes, doors, and cosigners. On the whole he is brash, up front, and subtle as a fist to the face. A perfect thug, but his prospects for rising any higher through the ranks are just above nonexistent.History:
Being the low level goon that he is, pretty much his whole illegal career, he has worked for petty loan sharks, both human and not, as the muscle needed to pick up and shake out every penny they can from their overdue clientele. Right now he is just passing time. So long as the BJBB remains a good source of income for him he's willing to stick around.
He currently lives in a modest sized flat in the bad end of town and splits the rent with his brother. Most of the utilities are footed by him. Working for humans doesn't pay nearly are much as mugging them does. He complains mightily about the arrangement, but he still ends up paying every month. Even asshats like Quint are allowed to be a good brothers every other year or so.Other:Family:
Quint is the younger half of a set of twins. No they don't do the freaky twin thing... ok, they do, but they start squabbling and accusing the other of copying them once they realize what they are doing. Quint tends to win through sheer violence.
While Quint obviously is the rotten egg of the pair, his brother, Luca, has gone on to fulfill his rainbow sparkle dreams. He is happily pursuing a career as a cosmetologist's pet assistant, getting in touch with his softer side (or his inner bitch as Quint likes to say). It is only half jokingly that Quint claims he expects to find out he has a sister the next time he visits home.Appearance:
Much like snowshoe hares, Quint's hair changes with the seasons. In warmer months he's content with the naturally highlighted, bi-colored look as his Summer coat comes in, but around late fall when the roots start going white again he bleaches the whole lot. The vain little peacock in him hates looking like he has a grey ring around his head.