•Name•
Quin Lejos Seaver

•Age•
20

•Gender•
Cisgender Male

•Preferred Pronouns•
He/Him

•Faceclaim•
Damian Saca

•Sexuality•
Bisexual

•Personality•
People meeting Quin for the first time always think the same thing, and it's definitely not positive. You see, Quin is quite literally the definition of an asshole. He hates people with a passion rarely seen, and it is obvious. He does his best to avoid interactions with others when he can help it, preferring to spend his time reading or playing music or watching the stars. In fact, most things are preferable to being forced into social interaction. He can be a sarcastic little bugger when he's not in the mood, and is generally just a bit of an irritable git. Upon first meetings, the general tone of Quin's demeanour is disdain and snappiness, though, if you don't seem to be too irritating, you may get some begrudging dark humour, and maybe even a slightly less hostile greeting. It all depends on the person.

The root of Quin's utter contempt for spending time with people is his fear. Everyone has fears, and everyone reacts to them in different ways. Quin's fears just happen to be manipulation and betrayal, and he happens to deal with them by running away. It's a technique that has actually worked for him for way too many years. To put it simply, Quin feels vulnerable. He is a walking open wound, and in order to stop people taking advantage of his fragile state, he does the only thing he can think of: he puts up defences. It's probably not the healthiest way to deal with his unrelenting anxiety, but he doesn't exactly have another way to keep himself safe.

Another less known fact about Quin Seaver is his dreamy side. You see, among the hostility and fear lurks a passion for beautiful things, things like the sky when the stars come out and poetry when the words seem to run around his head like a song on repeat. He delights in sitting and listening to music reverberating off walls and feels strangely complete when the books he reads reach a satisfying conclusion. His trust issues™️ usually prevent his from sharing his secret passions, but occasionally he may open up if you're not too irritating and confrontational. If this is the case, you may even get to peak Quin's playful side, full of sarcastic humour and broody flirting. The truth is, Quin is still human. He needs people just as much as anyone else. He needs their support and interaction to keep himself sane, even if he refuses to acknowledge it.

•Class•
Currently middle, but for a majority of his childhood he was upper class

•Backstory•
The origin of Quin's curse is a mystery to him. His parents never told him (lets just say the reason Quin was cursed was because of a mistake his mother made, and neither of his parents wanted to talk about it) and it wasn't like anyone else knew the reason, so for his entire life, the source of the ink that plagued him was a mystery. He didn't really care. Knowing why he had a curse wouldn't change the fact that he had one. Quin's parents were two quite rich people, both born into wealth and both oblivious to what life was like without it. They breathed, ate and lived perfection, so when their supposed-to-be-perfect blue-eyed baby boy came along with a curse and a mouthful of ink, they weren't pleased. So, to the best of their abilities, they'd kept him hidden. Homeschooled by a nanny, he didn't really get out much, and for long periods of time his parents would leave to go attend parties and balls, leaving him behind. This, he didn't really mind. Loud people and prying questions were never really his thing. For years he stayed in the shadows, only being pulled out for Christmas celebrations or the occasional party, and on those occasions he was told to keep his mouth shut and not let the ink show. He was 16 when he decided to run away. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew it was more than what he had. So he took some money, packed some clothes, and disappeared. He bounced around for a while until finally settling in a large city, living in a small apartment. His life was comfortable, if not slightly lonely, but it was better than staying locked up in that house forever.

•Strengths•
Despite his many many manyyyyyyy downfalls, Quin does have a few strengths, and one of those is being quite witty. When he needs it, his slightly dark sense of humour is always available to him, and some people are actually charmed by his unashamedly honest critiques of what he sees around him. Perhaps his biggest strength though is that he cares. He may not show it very much, and struggles admitting it to himself, but when someone means something to him, he cares so deeply it hurts.

•Weaknesses•
Pfft where do I start? To start, he is closed off from most people, and rarely shares what he's feeling (thinking is a whole other matter). He says exactly what he thinks most of the time, which is usually some sarcastic declaration of how he views people. Needless to say, that has got him into some trouble over the years. He has a bad attitude and is not very open to new people or things.

•Hobbies•
•Reading books, preferably ones that are set in other worlds and give him a place to escape to for a little while. He also has a passion for poetry, but not sappy poetry. He likes gritty poetry that makes people feel uncomfortable or sad, not just pretty words.
•Music. Any music that has melody or a dreamy beat is automatically something Quin is drawn to. He'll listen to violins and pianos and gently strummed guitars for hours if he's in the mood, and he's rarely not in the mood.
•Sketching. Despite not being a huge fan of painting or colouring, he loves to sketch in charcoal. He likes to draw faces more than anything else, because he loves the way they're all different. No matter where he is or who he's talking to, there are always different faces for him to capture in charcoal.

•Likes•
-Singing. He loves his voice, and it's probably one of the only things he truly adores. When he had nothing, he always had his voice.
-Music. This is an accompaniment to his voice, because what is singing without music. He did learn the piano when he was young, but no other instruments, and he really wants to learn some.
-Black. The colour black is a rather useful colour for him since it makes him feel safe. He may look slightly intimidating, but that's kind of the point. He uses it like a shield, to stop people coming up to him without thinking about it first. (He also likes purple but 🤫)  it is also the only colour that hides the ink stains most of his clothes gather.
-Stars. Cliche, I know, but Quin has always had a unique fascination with stars. Sometimes he'd sleep in the garden at night to watch them, and would only go inside if his nanny forced him too.
-Late night conversations. This is only with people he trusts wholeheartedly, but he loves to talk about weighty topics such as life and death, and not so weighty topics like stupid silly things,it doesn't matter as long as he's with someone he likes.

•Dislikes•
-People Who prod. He really hates it when people assume things about him and then proceed to bug him with questions. He honestly hates nothing more.
-Endless positivity. He can't stand people who are just constant balls of joy and light. 'Look on the bright side' and 'think happy' are two phrases he detests with a passion and he will let you know how irritating you are. The world isn't all smiles and rainbows, and the pretence that it is just pisses him off.
-Spicy Foods. This one may seem a little random, but Quin hates spicy foods with a passion. He honestly can't stand the sensation of spice and avoids it at all costs.
-His curse. Constantly dripping ink isn't favourable, but what really annoys him about his curse is how is affects things most people wouldn't even think of. Like he much prefers strongly flavoured foods because otherwise he can only taste ink, or how he has to wear black clothes because otherwise his clothes get stained. Yeah, the actual process of coughing up ink isn't fun, but what really bothers him is how that affects everything else.

•Fears•
Quin is a creature of fear. Everything he does is motivated by some fear or another, fear or failure, fear of rejection, fear of forever being alone, but here are his main fears:
•Fear of suffocating
•Fear of drowning
•Fear of being unlovable
•Fear of loving someone and not receiving love in return
•Fear of being manipulated and betrayed

•Thoughts on the Royalty•
Quin has no opinions on the royals because he honestly doesn't care about them. They're just people, and he's always too busy thinking himself into disaster to care what those at the top are doing. He does, in a way, feel a little sorry for the royal kids. Out of everyone, he understands what living with a curse can mean, how it dictates parts of your life that most people wouldn't even think of. The simplest daily task can be turned into an impossible task when you've got an extra factor to think of. But still, the royals are just names to him. Names with titles that people gossip about when they want to feel important. To him, they're irrelevant. Although, he does hope that they're not complete assholes. Maybe he'll be able to make a friend or two.

•Thoughts on the Selection•
Well, Quin's motives are selfish. Anyone who joins the selection has their ulterior motive, and his just happens to be escapism. He wants to forget his life for a little while. Why would he continue to sit in his lonely apartment surrounded by tissues stained blue when he could join the royalty for a little while? He knows he's not going to find love (who could love the unlovable?), and the people are going to be a challenge, but still. Anything is better than the silence. Plus, maybe, just maybe, he could make friends, or meet someone who understands that a curse isn't just what it physically does to you, but everything that it affects around you as well.

•Other•
-Theme Song-
Prisoner - James Arthur

-Aesthetic-

-Quotes-
'Have you ever met the human version of a headache?'

'If you don't want a sarcastic answer, don't ask a stupid question.'

'There we go with your mixed signals and my overthinking'

•Curse•
A Mouth of Ink

Because of his curse, he is always coughing up ink. His lips are permanently stained blue, and on bad days his hands may also be bathed in blue from the sheer amount of liquid he's tried to wipe away. Some days it's light, and he may only need a tissue or two to wipe away the trails, but on bad days it feels like he's drowning in ink and he spend those days in the bathroom, constantly trying to expel the ink from his lungs.