[QUIN RYZHKOV]

RYZHKOV QUIN MALE HETEROSEXUAL TWENTY-FIVE 5'10" AND 152 lbs. BLACK BLACK W/ BLUE APPEARANCE He's known for his rough looks and no-damns-given flair. He could be noted to have a consistent unimpressed expression, his brows set low over the deep-set eyes and rarely smiles. His hair is a no-effort short unkempt mess with longer parts on the sides framing his face and going a little below his jawline and bangs laying around his eyes lazily. The fringe of his hair has some streaks that have been a few different colors in the past but have been kept to blue for a while. Some could say he looks like a modern blend of punk and greaser with his fashion sense, donning a leather jacket, plain t-shirt, distressed jeans, and combat boots as his usual attire, black the usual colors he grabs for. Ethnicity: Mixed Style: Grunge Tattoos: There are many on him, often blackwork-esque. Some he barely even remembers getting due to impulse choices while drinking. Others were intentional and what he enjoys keeping. Sometimes it's to cover up some of the impulsive ones. He certainly isn’t a ‘blank canvas’. Piercings: A Left lobe, right helix and rook. Scars: Also many. His past life is worn very apparently on his skin, all different ages. A notable scar of his is one is below his ribs on his back going from an inch from his spine and an uneven jagged path to his side with signs of a rough stitch job since it struggled to heal. PERSONALITY Quin’s not particularly expressive nor is he necessarily a talker. And it helps with ‘resting grumpy face’ that seems to say ‘I’m one mild annoyance from punching someone’ to keep people away. It’s not to say he won’t talk at all, as when he’s with friends, then down to clown around with some cold ones and laugh. He’d even talk woes with those closest to him. But if you’re not in his circle, he makes it clear with a “What are you looking at?” if you stare at him too long. Every bit of him is rough edges and anger. Despite that, he’s got more depth to him that he cares to let people see in him. Like the fact he’d do anything to protect his loved ones. He’d give his shirt from his back, skip a meal to give it, and let them crash his apartment for as long as they needed. Hell, on good days, he might be a bit of a sweet talker and a flirt. But wrong him, and he’s not known for his forgiveness nor his kindness anymore. He’s been seen as a menace due to his impulsive anger. He’s not been above damaging someone’s property, like someone’s car or even house. He doesn’t listen to the rules of society and many will say he never will. Although, he’s heavily critical of himself in the wake of that pent-up anger. Hurting someone in his book that he never intended to hurt mentally kills him. He’s heavily aware he isn’t a good person. Often his critical thoughts thrash him violently into a state of being unmotivated to do really much self-care at the least to catatonic at the worst. He knows he should get help, but he trusts no one to ask for it, so he just tries to cope. Even if it means an addiction or two. +athletic +casual +confident +indifferent +observant +protective +reflective +uninhibited -competitive -destructive -internalized -neurotic -self-critical -taciturn -undisciplined -vindictive LIKES DISLIKES +coffee +fighting +motorcycles +rebellion +scars +whiskey -confinement -authority -meddlers -overthinking -routine -the heat BACKGROUND He was born to a set of parents who were barely out of highschool and barely scraping above the poverty line in Detroit, Michigan. He was raised in a broken home where her parents were constantly arguing and slamming things, often neglecting their own son in their wake. When he was still a child, in the midst of their fights, he asked if they couldn’t just get along then why they were staying together. This was the catalyst for the couple to go through their separation. The split between his parents was messy, and frequently his parents stayed blaming each other for anything he either did wrong or had miss understood. Eventually, this often drove him from them and he isolated himself from them, which only worsened their blame on each other. Often, he would sneak out of either of his parents' homes and manage his way to his uncle’s home for some peace and quiet from the abuse and manipulation, as his friends' parents’ were hardly better. His uncle was hardly equipped to care for a child like father, but he loved Quin like his own, never minding when the kid showed up on his doorstep or bringing his friends to have a place where they could relax and enjoy things. He found it better than them being on the streets. He even helped Quin work on the bike his father abandoned in the shed so that Quin would have something to keep him out of trouble to do. This didn’t prevent his friends from some troubles, like picking up Quin’s uncle’s smoking habit early, walking the streets, going to parties, and hanging out in abandoned buildings. They were generally viewed as one of the ‘wrong crowd’ types in their school. Yet this is what they did for fun, and nothing seemed to mess with that until their mid-teens. Quin and his friends were minding their own business while walking the streets when another group noticed them and assumed they were another gang on their turf. This ensued with the kids running and trying to escape a fight they didn’t want. There was a mid-alley fence that most of them got over, with Quin and his closest friend the last two reaching it. His friend just told him to run as he was yanked back down to the ground while Quin had reached the top. The group that chased them had beaten this friend of his to ‘send a message’ bad enough he was in a coma, which the police shrugged the incident as ‘gang on gang violence' and didn’t fully put importance on the investigation. The parents of the friend finally had to let their son rest after a few months of trying to bring him back and the police hardly acted interested in the case. The experience seemed to flip a switch in all the kids that left them mentally scarred, and soon, yearning for revenge. This is the point where the group as a whole began to turn for the worse. Their marginally bad habits previously deepened, they almost entirely stopped showing up to school, some found worse addictions, and in total, their hunt for revenge cultivated themselves into a gang. Quin himself was considered their ‘muscle’. Despite always being the ‘quiet one’, out of everyone, he fought the best as he took his anger and grief out on anyone he was told and remembered was a part of the attack that day. He even did street fighting for money, both for himself and the gang. A particular party led to a departure in the usual ‘routine’ they barely held in their grieving. One a fight broke out between someone who provoked them and Quin that turned physical. Police turned up shortly after and arrested both. Quin at this point had an established record for them on some minor things he was caught for, whereas the other person had a clean record and lied his way out of punishment, going back to an affluent family. Meanwhile, Quin had to listen as the police called his parents, informing him of his actions, and both of them abandoned him to the state’s whim. After a few nights in jail, the court saw it fit to put him in Juvenile Detention. Quin started out heavily resistant to it all. The police kept trying to fish information out of him for the gang he was wrapped in but he saw no benefit to it since it was impeding the goal they set out. Only, after a few weeks, another one of his closer friends uncovered that their leader who was there with them during the attack had shifted focus from their goal of revenge to just having power. In the days after he got the news, Quin was nearly despondent from all the grief and rage crashed down in depression over how everything was ‘all for nothing’. Once he came back from his despair, he took a calculated step of giving police just enough information to shorten his time spent in juvie to more community service. He was careful to not rat on his closest friend who all effectively wanted out of the gang once they saw their leader for who they really were. Quin himself just wanted to get back to having a somewhat normal life. As normal as he could have. When his release initially happened, he didn’t bother with his parents. Something told him they would ignore him. He went straight to his uncle, who didn’t get mad about the boy calling him and asking for a place to stay. The man instead held a lot of nasty words for his own sibling and the ex that couldn’t even parent their kid and moved on to making space for the kid in his home, since he figured the couch shouldn’t be a bed anymore. After a while though, their old gang leader started making threats about the missing group, especially towards Quin as things clearly changed outside his control. Once this started happening, it was clear to them all they would be safer just moving away. He moved to Keibetsu for the distance, and settled into the world as a mechanic for a day job. Once he discovered there were underground fight rings in the city, he instantly fell into his old habits for making extra money.

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