[ Full Name/Alias ] Quentin Frédérique Lavalée[Possible Nickname ] Quin, Q, Fred[ Age ] Eighteen ( 18 )[ Date/Place/Time of Birth ]~September 2~Paris~6.59[ Gender ] Male[ Orientation ] Bi-curious[ Appearance ](view spoiler)[ **Did not make the picture layout** (hide spoiler)][ Hair Pigmentation ] A copper brown dusted with a honey blonde colour; its appearance is thick and brings a resemblance of silk upon being felt. His usual do is either slicking it back a little and letting the rest do its thing, or simply leaving it in a mess - he prefers not having to wake up and worry about his do.[ Iris Pigmentation ][ Height ] 6'4”[ Personality ]Where to start with this fellow man? Right, that's exactly it, Quin is a man, do not dare tell him otherwise for you will surely never wake up the next morning. Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration but he wouldn't appreciate it much because he takes great care with the way he presents himself; spine in perfect position seemingly careless walking despite the smoothness in his strides, in other words, he knows who he is and what he's capable of – why not show it?Despite the way of thinking, Quentin is a very reserved male, preferring to maintain as much distance from the heat of the drama as his crazy long legs will allow him. He's most definitely a lover and not a fighter, preferring to use words instead of fists to beat his enemies down. Mean? Well, give it some thought, how would you react face a situation where the very few words of exchange are but testosterone filled threats? Would much rather kill his opponent with kindness than have to endure the throbbing pain and puffiness of a lost eye.Cryptical would be yet another wonderful word to describe Quentin. One minute, he'll lead you on path and the next, you'll find yourself you'll find yourself stuck at a dead end, with no map indicating the way back; that's when you know you've lost your chance at infiltrating the many layers of his heart. And he'll show yo it, too, he'll simply act as if he's ever known you and go on with his day, making him seem like quite a valid candidate for Jerk of the Year.Knowing his gift with his words, he uses it in a subtle way, be it wooing the ladies to his bed for a night they'll never forget or simply offering advice to which he'll never admit he gave. Something to keep in mind, Quin might not make the best first impression, but he's the kind of person you've got to learn how he deals with things, his way of reacting and how he approaches certain subjects; he certainly won't tell you all of this information and so one of the reasons most of his friends are Artists is because they have the eye for it, or musicians – they know how to recognise subtle patterns.Adding frosting to the cake is how incredibly underestimated he is. More times than not, he'll seem as if he's lost himself in la-la land and the next, he'll turn and reply to whatever it was the person said, or even when writing music, the lyrics usually stay in his head and won't be written down on paper until later at night and if you do catch him with a pencil and paper – he's most likely writing poetry.In conclusion, Quentin is like a model you have to build and glue together using a set of instructions written in some foreign language; you can't listen to what others tell you because it'll make no sense compared to if you were to simply try make it on your own.[ History ][ To be Noted ]His history is very...eventful...so I shall head to sleep after having studied and finish him tomorrow.
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