Post by The Exodus on Dec 17, 2011 23:59:52 GMT -6
Character: Quentin Degarmo
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Occupation: Janitor, baker’s assistant, bartender.
AI: Zach Quinto
Personality: Quentin would be the first to tell you: he’s a genius. No, really. He is. Don’t believe him? Check his desk. In it are blueprints of designs he’s created himself for eco-friendly vehicles, old memos about the particle accelerator his mentor was working on, copies of recommendation letters from his biophysics and organic chemistry professors. If Quentin was actually working at CERN or the Curie Institute as planned, these things would be proudly on display beside his degrees. But since there aren’t any degrees, Quentin has evolved into a secretive man. He doesn’t mind bragging when he knows he won’t be questioned. But since that’s rare, he usually settles for muttering that he’s too smart to be sweeping floors. And the fervor in his eyes will make you believe that maybe he is.
Besides the chip on his shoulder, Quentin is a friendly guy under his jadedness. He loves socializing and will strike up conversation with almost anyone; sometimes at inappropriate times. He doesn’t always recognize that he’s being inappropriate however. This has led to numerous failed dates and awkward job interviews.
History: Quentin was born in the heart of Paris to Lisette and Andre Degarmo. An only child, Quentin spent much of his childhood as a mama’s boy, which was probably for the better. He was a knobby little boy, with awkward beanpole limbs, a motor-mouth, and a brain too big for his own good. Quentin was reading before he started school and he was fascinated by science books. He was consistently top of his class and the target of bullies. These memories are ones Quentin pushes aside consciously, but subconsciously taps into whenever he’s trying to impress someone. He refuses to be the playground loser twenty years later. As a child, Quentin spent most of his time reading, building Rube Goldberg machines, and imagining his future as a doctor or astronaut.
While he was extremely close to his mother, Quentin’s relationship with his father was strained. Andre was an officer in Paris’ police judiciaire and he sorely wished his son would man up and get his head out of the clouds. Andre expected Quentin to do more than succeed in school; he wanted him to be a social success as well. Quentin didn’t care for his age-peers though and to Andre’s chagrin, when he insisted Quentin make friends, the boy protested that he had friends—the librarian, for instance, his science teacher for another. Andre also tried to teach Quentin to stand up for himself against bullies: first through words, then he tried to teach him how to throw a good punch. Quentin’s last memory of his father was when he was ten and Andre egged the boy to fight back and accidentally gave him a bloody nose. Quentin yelled that he hated his father, crying and mopping blood off his face with his shirt before running to his room and staying there for the rest of the night.
He probably wouldn’t have said that if he’d known that the next day, Andre would be shot trying to stop an armed robbery.
After that, Quentin knew he was not going to follow his father’s line of work. For the next several years, he threw himself into his studies—particularly of the sciences—and accepted his mother’s pride gratefully, never pausing to think whether Andre would be proud. He was accepted into the Marie and Pierre Curie Institute to study physics and chemistry. Quentin was seen by his professors as one of the brightest they’d ever seen. One professor even went so far as to predict that Quentin would get his doctorate early and take up with CERN to come up with the next big energy source. Whether that could have been true will never be known; during Quentin’s third year at university, Lisette was diagnosed with idiopathic dilated cardiomyopathy: a heart condition that enlarges and weakens the heart. She had to leave her job as a guidance counselor and Quentin left school to find work to support her. He’s been doing that since, taking on odd jobs to make ends meet for his family and to take care of his ailing mother.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Occupation: Janitor, baker’s assistant, bartender.
AI: Zach Quinto
Personality: Quentin would be the first to tell you: he’s a genius. No, really. He is. Don’t believe him? Check his desk. In it are blueprints of designs he’s created himself for eco-friendly vehicles, old memos about the particle accelerator his mentor was working on, copies of recommendation letters from his biophysics and organic chemistry professors. If Quentin was actually working at CERN or the Curie Institute as planned, these things would be proudly on display beside his degrees. But since there aren’t any degrees, Quentin has evolved into a secretive man. He doesn’t mind bragging when he knows he won’t be questioned. But since that’s rare, he usually settles for muttering that he’s too smart to be sweeping floors. And the fervor in his eyes will make you believe that maybe he is.
Besides the chip on his shoulder, Quentin is a friendly guy under his jadedness. He loves socializing and will strike up conversation with almost anyone; sometimes at inappropriate times. He doesn’t always recognize that he’s being inappropriate however. This has led to numerous failed dates and awkward job interviews.
History: Quentin was born in the heart of Paris to Lisette and Andre Degarmo. An only child, Quentin spent much of his childhood as a mama’s boy, which was probably for the better. He was a knobby little boy, with awkward beanpole limbs, a motor-mouth, and a brain too big for his own good. Quentin was reading before he started school and he was fascinated by science books. He was consistently top of his class and the target of bullies. These memories are ones Quentin pushes aside consciously, but subconsciously taps into whenever he’s trying to impress someone. He refuses to be the playground loser twenty years later. As a child, Quentin spent most of his time reading, building Rube Goldberg machines, and imagining his future as a doctor or astronaut.
While he was extremely close to his mother, Quentin’s relationship with his father was strained. Andre was an officer in Paris’ police judiciaire and he sorely wished his son would man up and get his head out of the clouds. Andre expected Quentin to do more than succeed in school; he wanted him to be a social success as well. Quentin didn’t care for his age-peers though and to Andre’s chagrin, when he insisted Quentin make friends, the boy protested that he had friends—the librarian, for instance, his science teacher for another. Andre also tried to teach Quentin to stand up for himself against bullies: first through words, then he tried to teach him how to throw a good punch. Quentin’s last memory of his father was when he was ten and Andre egged the boy to fight back and accidentally gave him a bloody nose. Quentin yelled that he hated his father, crying and mopping blood off his face with his shirt before running to his room and staying there for the rest of the night.
He probably wouldn’t have said that if he’d known that the next day, Andre would be shot trying to stop an armed robbery.
After that, Quentin knew he was not going to follow his father’s line of work. For the next several years, he threw himself into his studies—particularly of the sciences—and accepted his mother’s pride gratefully, never pausing to think whether Andre would be proud. He was accepted into the Marie and Pierre Curie Institute to study physics and chemistry. Quentin was seen by his professors as one of the brightest they’d ever seen. One professor even went so far as to predict that Quentin would get his doctorate early and take up with CERN to come up with the next big energy source. Whether that could have been true will never be known; during Quentin’s third year at university, Lisette was diagnosed with idiopathic dilated cardiomyopathy: a heart condition that enlarges and weakens the heart. She had to leave her job as a guidance counselor and Quentin left school to find work to support her. He’s been doing that since, taking on odd jobs to make ends meet for his family and to take care of his ailing mother.
