THE WHO
SELF DESTRUCTIVE. CALLOUS. INARTICULATLY SWEET. Quentin Tucker Huxley
AGE. Eighteen, technically four.
BIRTHDAY. February 29th
OCCUPATION. Kitchen hand at the Yacht Club
BIRTH PLACE. Princeton, New Jersey
NATIONALITY. American
ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
PLAYBY. Tom Sturridge
THE WHAT
SELF DESTRUCTIVE. Perhaps one of the most curious things about Quentin is his carelessness and complete disregard of self. He doesn’t look after himself, yet hates it when people try to step in and “save him”, making him a bit of a train wreck so to speak. He has a tendency towards recklessness and acts on impulse, which is a dangerous cocktail that usually results in some sort of catastrophe. If there’s a ledge to climb, he’ll jump off it. If there’s an opportunity for a dangerous stunt, Quentin will be pulling it. He’s probably received the most injuries out of anyone he knows due to all the crazy shit he pulls. Not only does he seem to have at least one broken bone at all times, but he has a terribly addictive personality. Caffeine, Ritalin, booze, valium; he doesn’t care what goes in his body, just as long as it feels good. There’s no denying that the boy needs help, but due to his inane talent for alienating people and making them feel terrible about themselves, it’s only a matter of time before Quentin ends up in a ditch, cold, alone, and unable to get himself back up.
CALLOUS. Quentin’s an asshole. He knows it, everyone knows it, and he doesn’t plan on apologizing for it. He’s insensitive, rude, and will blatantly express his dislike for you without a second thought about whether or not it will hurt your feelings. Most call him nasty, but he prefers to see himself as prioritized and sensible, and in a twisted way, he kind of is. He knows what he wants from people, and when he’s attained it, he doesn’t stick around for polite chitchat. He has a tendency to dismiss people if he doesn’t find what they’re say interesting. In fact, more often than not, he’ll just turn and walk out on conversations if he happens to get irritated or bored with the content. Though he prefers to call himself honest, he’s really just blunt. Terribly so. If you’re pissing him off by talking to him about stuff he deems meaningless, he’s going to cut you off and tell you your shoes are ugly or your face looks like it got stuck in a vacuum cleaner. The only possible upside I can think to him being so inherently rude is that if someone’s bad talking one of his friends (that is, if he really has any), he’ll defend them by retaliating with completely personal insults. He doesn’t like when his friends are disrespected by others, which in a way is terribly ironic considering he disrespects everybody all the time, including his own friends.
INARTICULATLY SWEET. Believe it or not, behind his icy, unapproachable exterior, there’s something about him that’s pure. He has a heart, even if it is indeed sizably smaller than that of an average human’s. He cares about something’s; his brother for instance and what few friends he has, however he has difficulty showing it most of the time. He has an interesting way of convey his feelings to those he loves. First he’ll insult you, then do his best to make you feel as uncomfortable as possible, then he’ll quickly try to take what he said back, stand in silence, pat you awkwardly on then hand, and then proceed to insult you once more. He has a problem with expressing himself in a constructive manner, but that doesn’t make the feeling behind it all any less valid.
LIKES. Honesty, parties, massive amounts of alcohol, cigarettes, out of body experiences, hallucinogens, one night stands, "Garbage can parties", people who think differently, people who know when to shut up, people who know how to shut him up, having the advantage over people, angry sex, Russian vodka, canned apricots, guacamole, pesto, slasher films, stupid teen movies, pinball
DISLIKES. Confrontation, formal functions, wimpy beer, small talk, platitudes, long meaningful talks, soul finding, people who pretend they're perfect, people who are ignorant, people who victimize themselves, people who complain, feeling powerless, awkward sex, Zima, ginger, red onions, documentaries that make you 'think', participating in school functions, puzzle games, PDA.
THE WHY
BEST MEMORY. Grade six parent teacher night at his middle school. Why? Precisely for the reason that it was the one night that he was allowed to show off his parents to everyone that mattered. He remembers sitting at his desk at the back of his class alongside his parents and thinking to himself that he had the coolest guardians in the world. Everybody else’s parents were simpering and old, whereas his were young, argumentative, and witty. For some reason, the intense enjoyment of being the envy of everybody in the class left him contented to the purest degree. In that hour and a half, he was proud to be Quentin; son of the Huxley’s.
WORST MEMORY. The time he got drunk and almost killed himself with a boat propeller. It was in his junior year on a Saturday night. The water was cold, but all the kids decided it would be an excellent idea to do some night swimming at the lake as well as take one of the parent’s boats out for a joy ride. Needless to say, alcohol and aquatic vehicles don’t mix. Essentially, after a rather violent bank to the left, Quentin was thrown from the back of the boat and practically dragged under the water by the propeller. After nearly drowning and a serious number of stitches, Quentin came out of the incident alive, but with a rather large scar across his chest and a significant amount of shock.
How are monsters made? Is it the way they're born, or perhaps bad parenting with a side of neglect? It's a mystery, particularly for the case of Quentin Huxley, who despite all preconceived notions, was neither born this way nor neglected in his childhood. In fact, he was born into a relatively happy family under relatively happy circumstances. His parents, though young and unmarried, were fully committed to each other when they brought him into the world. Though they were perhaps not the wealthiest family nor the most prepared for the arrival of a baby, they were attentive, pragmatic, and nothing short of devoted when it came to their baby boy.
Quentin had always been a quiet boy; he rarely caused trouble or drew attention to himself. If he felt obligated, he’d speak when it was appropriate, but other than that he kept to himself mostly. His introverted personality didn’t award him many friends, but surprisingly, he preferred it that way. His mum and dad were enough to satisfy any sort of social inclinations he had. Fallowing Quentin’s 10th birthday, another Huxley was added to the family. Perry was the new arrival’s name and soon became an obsession of Quentin’s. It was often that you’d find the boys together in some compromising situation, usually Quentin perpetrating some kind of cruel deed at his baby brother’s expense. Though Quentin found bizarre enjoyment in tormenting Perry as best he could, it wasn’t out of the realm of regular brotherly behavior. Despite the rather large age gap between the two, Perry became Quentin’s closest friend, and still remains so to this day.
Things were good it seemed, but it wasn’t until Quentin turned 14 that he realized his perception on things had been entirely misguided. In truth, the family was not happy; his mother announced to the boys one evening that she and their father would be separating. There was no explanation as to why this decision was being made; the only thing the boys did know was that they needed to pack up their belongings because they were relocating to Lampton to stay with their aunt for a while. The move embittered Quentin. He didn’t want to leave his home, and he certainly didn’t want to leave his father behind, but regardless of his sentiments towards being displaced, he, his mother, and his brother arrived in Lampton about a month before his ninth year of school was to start.
Quentin didn’t even try to make friends in his new home. In fact, it seemed as if he purposefully went out of his way to antagonize people. He became a hassle for his poor mother; coming home late (if at all), drinking, lashing out at teachers, and just generally being a nasty asshole. His attitude had drastically changed from that of the quiet little boy he used to be. It seemed as if in his teen years, he lost all ability to act in a civil manner or just show any sort of kindness which awarded him a fair amount of enemies. Though there were some who had managed to find something endearing about him under all that rudeness, the majority of his peers neither had the time nor the patience to get to know him past his prickly exterior.
Quentin just barely scraped up enough credits to graduate this year with his diploma. He left his high school possibly the most hated person in his grade and is now working as a kitchen hand at the Lampton Yacht Club.
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