Post by QUENTIN WILLIAM FROST on Dec 28, 2010 0:13:51 GMT -6
-- reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one
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likes .
poker, black-and-white photography, women, cigarettes, cracking cases, helping others, silent films, his sister sara, water beds, the color red, rain, the smell of freshly cut grass, and wiping harmful memories away.
dislikes .
hospitals, not being able to solve a case, getting lost in big cities, unable to help, losing a friend or family member, seeing his sister cry, and getting mocked by the rest of the force.
fears .
he definitely fears losing his sister and friends. heights and the smell and taste of blood are another fear. the division is a fear of his, as well.
strengths .
one of his strengths is his extremely helpful nature. he'll doanything to keep people safe and help whenever he can. he's also a very strong wiper, and can help anyone wipe away a memory they don't want.
weaknesses .
losing his sister is a major weakness. blood is another weakness, along with heights and hospitals.
personality .
awkward. bitter. sweet. sometimes saucy. he can be overly joyful and overly excited, yet what makes this detective unique is his courage to stand up for people. he can be fatherly and welcoming, while also being a bit angry and cruel with his words without meaning to. being an officer, he has a duty to keep his new chicago citizens in check and out of trouble, which leads to his helpful nature.
quentin enjoys helping others, whether its his own people or others. he also enjoys sneaking around and being a little bad at times. quentin can run amuck and become a bit out of place, but he thinks its worth it... sometimes. he wants to help people and help his sister gain a few confidence boosts and become herself around anyone, and he offers help for those who need it.
his father was the famous pusher patrick marx. he knew the division force, studied them a bit, yet allowed the headquarters to survive, in hopes they'll understand what torment they're bringing to people. patrick marx had met the lovely french maiden, a stitcher name olivia quincy. she was young, adventurous, extremely outgoing. she had wide eyes of brown and hair of thick, brown curls. she was pale and petite, always choosing the adventure the duo would endure for the day. three years later, the two got married, and the two had a child they named quentin william marx. he resembled his father, yet his personality seemed to lean more toward his mother. he was far from adventurous as his mother, yet happily explored the outside world -- that being the backyard with the family terrier, richter and his three year-old sister, sara jean frost.
quentin marx had grown into a marvelous teenage boy. he was extremely intelligent, a bit gullible at times, and very thoughtful. he made plenty of friends and managed to keep them tightly together. he was the quarterback of the high-school, and one of the best athletes there. quentin was beloved. at the age of nineteen, he brought himself to the division to protest. during this, he was taken hostage for a few weeks, used as an experiment for a wiper-gene. when he left, he had managed his new gift well, and managed to stay out of the eyes of the division. he had soon grown into a marvelous young man, nevertheless, and decided to join the police-squad thanks to his father -- and want of destroying the division. he became a detective at the age of twenty-two, another thing he was grateful for thanks to his father. he was granted several awards, yet turned them down. he preferred to stick to his job and do what he can to protect the city.
and stop the division.
. smee . seventeen . gray . john krasinski .
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