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bird's the word
Name || Quinton River Falks
Nicknames || Quinn, Tony
Gender || Cisgender Male
Age || Appears 25 (somewhere in/near 60's), July 15th
Species || Discentem Corvidae, forest raven.
Birthplace || Southern Australia.
Current Residence || Renting a condo, two roommates.
Orientation || Bicurious, polyromantic.
Relationship Status || Single.
Occupation || Journalist for local news station/site.
Height || 5 foot, 8 inches.
Weight || Somewhere around 140.
Hair || A mess of blonde, brown, black. Fades between the three as seasons change.
Eyes || Blue contacts, an odd grey-white if he forgets them.
Tattoos || Birdcage on first knuckle of left ring finger, faded letter B inside it.
Piercings || Nose ring, tongue stud.
Scars || Knees and elbows layered with road rash, forearms spotted as well, cut under left eye, back of hip covered in pockmarks (shotgun spray).
Personality || He used to be bubbly and full of affection, the glowing light in the basement of every party. Could fill up the cracks in people, was good for a fun time, until recently. Left in the midwest, heart ran ahead of him. He couldn't blame them, but that doesn't change how it hurt him. Now he hates himself, is the first to tear at his own ego, make self-depreciating jokes and poke holes in any chance at happiness. Kind of a real debbie downer, won't be a stick in the mud but probably wouldn't stick around to watch any wildness happen.
Likes || Greasy diner food, pineapple anything, handheld games (see: fire emblem, new animal crossing, pokemon, basically nintendo owns his ass), writing by hand instead of by keyboard, stormy weather, 90's television, (comic) book stores, tiny blondes, listening to live music, sleeping in, thumb wrestling.
Dislikes || 'Eating like a bird' or 'g'day mate' jokes, unsalted fries, being cold, those days when it takes more effort to get into the shower than to actually take one, people that don't stay past the credits at marvel movies, 'i read it on the internet it must be true', punk music scene, kids w/ blue hair, bubbly personalities, twins, other corvidae's.
History || He's been around a while, slow to age and sticking to his youthful looks. Doesn't tell anyone his exact birth year, lets false ID's convince people he's of decent age. Not too young, not too old, Goldilocks of a bird.
Travelling away from home on a pilgrimage to the west coast, he found himself in the party scene of the midwest, of Chicago, where he met up with another pair of wandering birds. Siblings, colorful crows that hooted and hollered, helped him break into museums and gatecrash parties, introduced him to the fast pass at amusement parks. He fell for the pair of them, but the younger sister was the one he gave his heart to.
What a mistake.
Accidents of his own volition, they scattered and left him collecting pieces, no chance to explain. She's so young, he hopes she'll forgive him eventually...but for now, he just wanders, collecting news of them like breadcrumbs.
