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QUINCY MALONE
[abbr= male, he/him pronouns, seventeen, concilium, closet homosexual, callous] hover for summary[/abbr]
[abbr= male, he/him pronouns, seventeen, concilium, closet homosexual, callous] hover for summary[/abbr]
Perpetually amiable and undeniably charismatic, everyone's first impression of Quin is usually favorable. Albeit, despite his charming smiles and warm brown orbs; Quincy is a terrible, new level of asshole. Quincy ''Quin'' Malone, is a seventeen year old male, who'd rather check his twitter feed than to listen to whatever conversation you'd annoyingly decide to grace him with. With a sharp glare and just as piercing words to go along. Quin does not hold back when randomly choosing a member of the group to unleash on. Despite his usual care and grace he uses when dealing with individuals outside of the group, Quincy doesn't mind the words that spill out; sometimes a bit more harsh than intended. Only within the comforting circle of his fellow members, Quin can absolutely not hold his tongue if he dislikes something. The trail of fire often begins with his natural RBF, a furrowing of the brow, looking anywhere but the speaker. But these tiny occurrences always end up with Quincy unpacking a suitcase full of things that are wrong with the situation.
Originally from america, at the ripe age of four, quincy and his family went to turkey to explore his dads ethnic background. what was suppose to be a week trip, delved into months and then years. during his time there, he picked up their enticing language and accent. he had easily adjusted and was a bright smiling kid at all times, but after years of carefree life, quincy had a drastic change in personality. he had only returned to america with his mother when his father passed in an accident at work. he was fourteen and still recovering very slowly. The scar was tender and fresh, yet his mother didn't want him falling behind in school. His first year of highschool was torture and it was a miracle he even passed it with the lack of effort he put in. Towards the end of the year, Quincy was slowly squirming out of his funk, and slowly realizing that a year of being sullen and giving everyone a sunken look each time he was graced with a presence, hadn't stuck well. He couldn't speak without an abundance of surprised or criticizing looks from the people around him. it was frightening, and left an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach, he didn't like how they looked at him, he just wished they would like him.
Time of mulling over this gave Quin motivation. He wanted to change himself, not forever, and not always, but only when he was around others. He could be himself...with himself, and show a new side of him to anyone who challenged that. He started with smiling, shaky but a drastic change, then it was speaking; his accent still gained him some strange looks. So he suffocated it, and with many weeks of practice he could speak with an accent just as his class mates. Slowly, one by one, Quincy gained some 'friends'. They were kind and comfortable with him which gave him a warmth in his chest, but later on he would agonize over the fact that they liked that person and not him.
In the following year, people swamped Quincy in a way that was almost overwhelming, but the Quin they new was kind and fun; and so that was how he welcomed them. He had off and on flings with any girl who showed interest in order to keep his title. Time came and passed, and Quin was met with different people of genders, races, sexuality and most certainly personalities. But one who he had finally taken a genuine interest in, was a soft spoken person with eyes that were quick to remind him of a kitten. She was shy, and it took Quin many aborted tries to get her to even remotely warm up to him. They talked more often, found each other in-between classes and then proceeded to do the same outside. This turned into something entirely more often until she knew his mothers first name and she had practically claimed his bed as hers. it was one night that they were stationed in the comfort of his room, playing on his system with a few pieces of friendly banter back in forth, when his phone blew up. The girl he had currently been steadfast with had spread a rumor about him cheating on her, and although it only took a couple back and forth texts with his friends to convince them that he hadn't. The dark feeling in his chest hadn't subsided as quickly as he wanted it to. Oblivious to Jodie's presence, he exploded. Ranting and spitting vile words about the girls existence. It didn't last long, but it had happened. And with a reluctant swallow he had turned his head to the person stationed on his bed and thought about how much it would hurt when they stopped talking.
She was scared, that much was obvious, but after a chilling silence that lasted for what felt like years. She asked him if he wanted to talk about it, Quincy wanted to cry. Saving the bitter details, Quincy made his first bestfriend, who actually like him for him, and not his other person.
Jodie was all Quincy really needed for the platonic category, but despite this, he couldn't end his facade with all the others. He never told her why, and she never asked. It was comfortable.
In the following year, a petite girl with gorgeous locks spoke to him in the sweetest lilt. He had expected the outcome to be a new fling to hide behind. Although, it happened nothing like that. It was almost hilarious how he gaped wide, her warm tones speaking of his biggest secret as if they were talking about their favorite breed of dog. Quincy joined the group she had spoke of, hastily, the fear of her telling everyone of his abilities bitter on the back of his tongue. The group was people who had similar abilities as him. He was graced with concilium, and while the others had powers, they were set in a completely different scale as his.
Although he would have never thought the impact of this on his life would be as great as it is. The group was a nuisance at first, another thing he had to attend for appearances, except this time no one knew what he was doing. He quickly became fond of the group, uncurling from his shell of amiable proportions and revealed his true self. They accepted him with open arms. Their abilities tying them together as a close knit family, and slowly but surely, Quin's life was consumed by them. They were always around, always there for him, and he, vise versa.
NOTES · //
-- supes into willow like he would die for her
-- had a crush on his best friend that he didnt realize
-- arrogant about his power // leads to au where willow and quin murder the rest of the cult members do to their power obsession
-- i loose muse fast if put into a modern verse without his powers, idc how much muse you have in the beginning stfu
-- gets hoes
Originally from america, at the ripe age of four, quincy and his family went to turkey to explore his dads ethnic background. what was suppose to be a week trip, delved into months and then years. during his time there, he picked up their enticing language and accent. he had easily adjusted and was a bright smiling kid at all times, but after years of carefree life, quincy had a drastic change in personality. he had only returned to america with his mother when his father passed in an accident at work. he was fourteen and still recovering very slowly. The scar was tender and fresh, yet his mother didn't want him falling behind in school. His first year of highschool was torture and it was a miracle he even passed it with the lack of effort he put in. Towards the end of the year, Quincy was slowly squirming out of his funk, and slowly realizing that a year of being sullen and giving everyone a sunken look each time he was graced with a presence, hadn't stuck well. He couldn't speak without an abundance of surprised or criticizing looks from the people around him. it was frightening, and left an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach, he didn't like how they looked at him, he just wished they would like him.
Time of mulling over this gave Quin motivation. He wanted to change himself, not forever, and not always, but only when he was around others. He could be himself...with himself, and show a new side of him to anyone who challenged that. He started with smiling, shaky but a drastic change, then it was speaking; his accent still gained him some strange looks. So he suffocated it, and with many weeks of practice he could speak with an accent just as his class mates. Slowly, one by one, Quincy gained some 'friends'. They were kind and comfortable with him which gave him a warmth in his chest, but later on he would agonize over the fact that they liked that person and not him.
In the following year, people swamped Quincy in a way that was almost overwhelming, but the Quin they new was kind and fun; and so that was how he welcomed them. He had off and on flings with any girl who showed interest in order to keep his title. Time came and passed, and Quin was met with different people of genders, races, sexuality and most certainly personalities. But one who he had finally taken a genuine interest in, was a soft spoken person with eyes that were quick to remind him of a kitten. She was shy, and it took Quin many aborted tries to get her to even remotely warm up to him. They talked more often, found each other in-between classes and then proceeded to do the same outside. This turned into something entirely more often until she knew his mothers first name and she had practically claimed his bed as hers. it was one night that they were stationed in the comfort of his room, playing on his system with a few pieces of friendly banter back in forth, when his phone blew up. The girl he had currently been steadfast with had spread a rumor about him cheating on her, and although it only took a couple back and forth texts with his friends to convince them that he hadn't. The dark feeling in his chest hadn't subsided as quickly as he wanted it to. Oblivious to Jodie's presence, he exploded. Ranting and spitting vile words about the girls existence. It didn't last long, but it had happened. And with a reluctant swallow he had turned his head to the person stationed on his bed and thought about how much it would hurt when they stopped talking.
She was scared, that much was obvious, but after a chilling silence that lasted for what felt like years. She asked him if he wanted to talk about it, Quincy wanted to cry. Saving the bitter details, Quincy made his first bestfriend, who actually like him for him, and not his other person.
Jodie was all Quincy really needed for the platonic category, but despite this, he couldn't end his facade with all the others. He never told her why, and she never asked. It was comfortable.
In the following year, a petite girl with gorgeous locks spoke to him in the sweetest lilt. He had expected the outcome to be a new fling to hide behind. Although, it happened nothing like that. It was almost hilarious how he gaped wide, her warm tones speaking of his biggest secret as if they were talking about their favorite breed of dog. Quincy joined the group she had spoke of, hastily, the fear of her telling everyone of his abilities bitter on the back of his tongue. The group was people who had similar abilities as him. He was graced with concilium, and while the others had powers, they were set in a completely different scale as his.
Although he would have never thought the impact of this on his life would be as great as it is. The group was a nuisance at first, another thing he had to attend for appearances, except this time no one knew what he was doing. He quickly became fond of the group, uncurling from his shell of amiable proportions and revealed his true self. They accepted him with open arms. Their abilities tying them together as a close knit family, and slowly but surely, Quin's life was consumed by them. They were always around, always there for him, and he, vise versa.
NOTES · //
-- supes into willow like he would die for her
-- had a crush on his best friend that he didnt realize
-- arrogant about his power // leads to au where willow and quin murder the rest of the cult members do to their power obsession
-- i loose muse fast if put into a modern verse without his powers, idc how much muse you have in the beginning stfu
-- gets hoes
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