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◉Full Name: Quinn Halen Santos
▹Nickname: (if any) Q
◉Gender: Male
▹Orientation: "Momma always told me not to hassle the barmaids so I went for the bartender instead"
◉Age: 25
▹Birthday: November 17th, 1994
◉Personality: Quinn is far from put together. His actions are controlled by his anger, and logic falls behind in his decision making. He's a "shoot first, ask questions later" type of guy. He's not afraid to dive head first into a situation without thinking a plan through. This, of course, gets him into a lot situations where he needs help. Yet, because of his stubborn nature it's hard for him to accept help unless he really trusts someone. Quinn is brash and quick witted, making him quite the target for bar fights and beatings. In fact he had quite a collection of scars from them. Not that he cares anymore. No, he does all he can to rile up people. It's like a game to him. He likes to watch them dance to his tune. It shows him just how much power he can have over someone if he presses the right buttons.
Even with all of his fiery temper and crude tendencies, Quinn can be pretty sweet in his own way, if you're the right person. He'll gladly stick his neck out and take the beating in stead for the ones he doesn't think would be able to handle it. It doesn't matter to him anymore. In fact, he's pretty sure that something sadistic deep inside him enjoys it. Enjoys the fights, whether he wins or gets his ass handed to him on a platter. How else would he find gall to jump headfirst into an outnumbered fight against the Walkers. Bravery is stupidity, after all. Now, this isn't to say that he doesn't have his own fair share of issues. He has more than enough of those. Every now and then he'll withdrawal into himself for days, maybe weeks on end, eating next to nothing and not bothering with his normal taunting. It gets to the point where it seems that the end of it all had finally broken his spirit, beat him into submission. Yet somehow, he always seems to come back around with more fire than before.
◉Physical Description: Sources
▹Height: 5'10
▹Weight: 142
▹Health: Quinn's in pretty decent health physically. Though he does have alcoholic tendencies which aren't helping to keep his health in order. It's something he should probably try and stop, but doesn't because .... well, it's an addiction. On top of that he's scared that he's developing PTSD because he'll have frequent nightmares from his time serving at war. In reality though, he doesn't have PTSD, the memories of war just haunt him.
▹Relevant Features: (tattoos, scars, piercings, anything) Quinn has a collection of scars on his body ranging from small cuts to a bullet-hole scar in his left shoulder. Nothing too major other than that. He does have a small tattoo of an Irish flag on the inside of his left wrist to remind him of home.
◉Resources:
▹Consumables: (food and water)
• 6 packs (a half box) of Chicken Flavored Ramen Noodles(Found in a department store)
•2 Granny Smith apples (Taken from a market stall. They've gone a bit soft but are still good to eat)
• 3 bottles of water
All alcohol is from raided liquor stores
• 1 bottle of Fireball Whiskey
• 1/2 bottle of Seagram's Gin
▹Medical Aid:
• A first aid kit containing
- 5 Sterile Gauze Pads (4x4 inches)
- 5 Sterile Gauze Pads (3x3 inches)
- Twezers
- Oral Thermometer (Fragile. Could be cracked easily)
- 15 Adhesive Bandages (2 mini, 3 small, 5 regular, 5 large)
- 1 bottle of Asprin (81 mg worth)
- 1 roll of adhesive cloth tape (8.6 yards x 1 inch)
- 2 rolls of absorbent compress dressing (3 yards X 5 inch, 1.5 yards X 5 inch)
- 1 small tube of antibiotic ointment
- 5 anesthetic wipes
(He found the kit while raising a department store and has used it whenever needed.)
▹Weapons:
• One Military Grade M400 Semi Automatic Rifle (Taken from Military Base he was stationed in)
• 45, 5 shell, rounds of ammunition (Also taken from that base)
• Hunting Knife (Found on the re-dead body of a Walker)
▹Other:
• A 20 ounce Stanley Canteen (Had since Military Service)
• One Nitecore MT20A Tatical LED Flashlight (Military Service)
• 8 AA batteries (Again. A department store, it was locked and loaded)
• A 20 foot Nylon Rope
• One ENO Jungle Nest Hammock (Stolen from a man's garage. He was dead anyway)
• One set of ENO Hammock straps (Also from the man's garage)
• An ENO Jungle Nest Hammock Rain Top (The garage was a dream come true)
• High Sierra 20" Pack and Go Duffel Bag (Found in a liquor store raid)
▹ Clothing:
• Two pairs of flannel boxers (One grey, one green)
• One black, slightly worn, T-Shirt (Is missing a sleeve and has a few moth holes)
• One white T-Shirt (Almosr brand new, found while raiding a house. Fits a bit loosely)
•One pair of blue jeans ( Have a hole over the left knee)
• One black, leather military bomber jacket (From his days in the army. Has an Irish flag sewn over the right breast)
• One pair of black combat boots, well worn.
◉Relationships:
▹Family:
Mother: Alice Meagher: Unkown
Father: Vitor Santos: Unknown
Siblings: Naeili Santos: Unknown
▹Friends:
Quinn had been travelling with a small group of men that were in his regiment as a soldier. They all died in a surprise attack from the creatures. Or he assumed they died.
William Gray: Ex-Boyfriend, Considers him to be a good friend still: Whereabouts/Life Status unknown
▹Significant other: None
◉Previous occupation: Quinn served as a Marine in the US army.
◉Other:
▹Biography: Quinn was born in Belfast, Ireland to an Irish mother and a Brazilian father. He was raised there under the watchful eyes of his sister Naeili until he turned 18. His family was loving and kind, and they always looked out for their little boy. Now that he was old enough to really start appreciating the life he had, Quinn had promised his mother to live it to the fullest. He would run through the forests of green and yellow, into the rolling meadows outside of Belfast and raise his arms skyward, as if asking God to reach down and touch him. Everything was better than he could have ever imagined. When he turned 19, he joined the Irish National Army and was transferred to America. At first, he was only sent there to help fight in their battle against terrorists and also aid the fighting in Syria. When he turned 22, they sent him to a base in Arizona. He had no idea why they were sending him, but he wasn't going to argue. So, he went, and what he found there was life changing. You see, the Americans already knew about the impending outbreak. Or at least a the higher ups did, so, they needed soldiers to help contain the small numbers of infected. But one night, after he had turned 25, hell broke loose. The contaminated had escaped. The base fell to shambles, the first to be claimed by the outbreak. Quinn made it out with an M400 Semi Automatic Rifle and 250 rounds of ammunition, lucky really. That was enough to save his life. He didn't have any food when he first started out on his own, other than a couple bottles of whiskey, but that was more for the guilt and the nightmares. He'd never forgive himself for what happened that night. He was late for his shift. He was late and they broke out. He knew realistically it wasn't his fault, he couldn't have been able to stop them anyway. There were other men who were still on their shifts all around the base. Quinn being there on time wouldn't have stopped the outbreak, but he felt guilty for not being there to fight it. One of his good friends died while they waited for him to get there. They died when they weren't even technically on duty. The only good thing to come of this was that Quinn knew how to deal with them.
▹Likes: Quinn enjoys singing the old songs of his people, just to let the world know he hasn't forgotten his home. He likes the time just past sunset, when there's still faint streaks of gold in the sky, rebelling against the dark purple of the night. Still, he sees the beauty in the night and spends much time stargazing, letting his memories before this whole end of the world business bring him to tears no one can see. Most of all though, Quinn likes making sure he kills as many of those undead sons-o-bitches as he can.
▹Dislikes: Quinn dislikes a lot of things. He dislikes being up before the sun is. He dislikes people who act like himself, because he knows he's an asshole. Heaven forbid you mention his mother, else you might find yourself bloodied and bruised in a ditch. Apocalypse or not, nobody says a damn thing about Alice.
▹Allergies: Quinn is allergic to shellfish and lavender
▹Phobias: If you were to ask Quinn what he was afraid of, he'd laugh and tell you nothing. That's a lie though. Quinn's deepest fear is that he'll die before he gets to see his mother again, or worse, she'll die before he finds her.
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