a broken record.

tagged by : @sxnned

NAME :  Quentin Parr AGE :   27 | 47 SPECIES :   ( cursed ) human GENDER :   cis male ORIENTATION :   Bisexual PROFESSION :   Cabbie | Bouncer

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[ PHYSICAL ASPECTS ] BODY TYPE :  Tall, skinny with very little muscle definition | still tall, but more roundish now HAIR :   Blonde EYES :   very very light blue SKIN :    pale af covered in tattoos | still pale but instead of tattoos there are bullet wounds HEIGHT :  6’ 1“ ( 1, 86m )

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[ FAMILY ] FAMILY :  he is an orphan SIBLINGS :   ??? PARENTS :   ??? ANY PETS? :   yes  [ ✓ ]   ||   no  [  ]  

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[ SKILLS ] ENHANCED DURABILITY : Q has a high tolerance for pain and can keep going even through several wounds. He also needs little sleep and for the first part of his life he barely ate.

REGENERATION : Every twenty years Q basically resets, which means his memories go back to zero and his skin heals every wound or blemish.

PLACEMENT IN TIME : Idk if this counts as ‘skill’ but as part of the curse Q basically exists parallel to himself in time, which makes the younger and older version independently of each other

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[ LIKES ] COLORS :   Blue and black  SMELLS : air fresheners, mint, anything that smells sweet, wood? and asian food FOOD :  Take-out. ramen, pizza, anything he doesn’t have to use his kitchen for ( later he likes to cook ramen for himself as well ) DRINKS :   anything with alcohol in it, ice tea and later normal ( black ) tea as well ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? :   yes  [ ✓   ]   ||   rarely   [   ]   ||    no  [  ] FAVORITES : Vodka sometimes with energy sometimes without, beer in all kinds and whatever he doesn’t have to pay for

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[OTHER DETAILS ] SMOKES ? :   yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ ]   ||   occasionally  [ ✓  ] DRUGS ? :   yes  [  ]   ||   no  [  ✓  ]   ||   occasionally  [  ] DRIVER LICENSE ? :   yes  [  ✓  ]   ||   no  [  ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED ?   yes  [  ✓  ]   ||   no  [ ]   ||   almost/detained  [  ]

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The smile is big but she nevertheless likes it. Big smiles like that usually mean authentic excitement, which she liked regardless of whether or not it has to do with something she’s said. “I do!” Spoken with all the pride of one who has but all of their time and effort into their passion. “I make new wave! The guys play but I sing and write the words. What kind of music do you like?” She was dying to know.

                Jack blinks and looks up when the car stops before him and soon the window rolls down, and there was a man talking to him. He seemed friendly enough, “I don’ got anywhere ta’ go actually. Hotel’s all booked up an’…” He sighs out and looks to his phone for a moment, “… haven’t found anythin’ decent ‘round that’s not booked up.” Blue hues flicker back up to the other. Looking him over for a momnet, “Oh I shouldn’ be sittin’ out here all alone? Don’ think I should be talkin’ ta’ strangers either. Even if ye’ are tryin’ ta’ be all ow key in yer cab.”

Lips pressed together, embarassment evident in his features. This could be uncomfortable, but it wasn’t in him to let it be. “So I’m not getting one then? I’m wounded.” He shuffled the large stack of envelopes in his hand like oversized playing cards. “Anything of note on that phone of yours?”

jse meme || @irumino

                    “ Did you find my stash or are you throwing shade? ” His head was tilted to the side, supported by his own hand as the rest of his body just lounged on the couch. Long limbs awkwardly dangled over the edge, an empty bottle stood right next to his feet on the ground and somehow, as clumsily as he had fallen into the cushion, he was relaxed, HAPPY. A lazy smile curved his lips up as bright eyes found the other man. Then, after a moment, a single eyebrow was lifted, soon hidden again by dishevelled hair before he found himself chuckling. It was so easy with Iruka to be slow, to be just a bit more himself than he was with everybody else. 

jse meme || @irumino

                “ Hm-mh            ” Lips were pressed together as fingers clutched the steering wheel, no intentions of ever letting go again. It was a rather unusual moment for him. The calm that was merely a MASK, just there to conceal his blind terror as any other motion would result in sheer panic. It was the same with his silence, unusual and maybe even concerning, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say anything for fear that any noise from his mouth would be a scream for help instead.