CORSON QUINN
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Race: Portuguese Demon/Human Halfbreed
Eyes: Black
Hair: Red
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 147lbs
Orientation: Bisexual
History: While he was born in Spain, his Father moved to the US before he could form much of a memory, leaving his Mother behind. Mr. Marcelo Quinn began to work with computers, eventually working up to an executive job over the years. Now finally able to support his family himself, he enrolled Corson into a private school and would expect great things of him, though would only become sorely disappointed. Growing up, Corson could never say he was neglected, as what his Father couldn't give him in emotional support he could still somewhat get from his friends or his old dog 'Splotches'. He'd day dream through school, only barely passing just to eventually graduate with almost unacceptable scores, as he'd kept his nose in story books instead of paying much attention, and still does... just in privacy.
He started "dating" in middle school because it'd become common, though of course he never meant a word said to his "girlfriend" unless they were simply chatting. One however, had invited him on her family's summer vacation but on the way back from the trip they'd taken to an amusement park in another state, they left him on accident.
While he did go through college to earn a degree in literature as to his Father's suggestion, once he returned to his home town after his courses, he instead decided to get into car repair. For the time being he's only bumming off his friend Anthony for a place to stay.
Personality: At the age of 12, with the incident that left him by himself in another state for 3 days, his previously welcoming demeanor was destroyed and replaced with a constant distrust of those he hadn't already seen were loyal, as he quickly distanced himself from anyone outside of his tight knit group of friends. High school left him with a grim, disgusting sense of humor, finding a better laugh in a gruesome news report than in any modern comedy, yet reports on animal-more accurately- dog abuse always disturbs him. As he is now, he can best be described as sarcastic, crude and yet somehow still caring. He might not let you know anything more about him other than his name, but he'd still feel sympathetic for you when you're sick or feeling blue.
Other: He is allergic to peaches, hates metal music, prefers books aimed at pre-teens and thinks cellphones are God's gift to man. His favorite car model is a 1970's Cadillac De Ville.
