Date this form was created: Ya’ll know.
Full name of Character: Quent Kentifari
Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: Last name is changed a lot sine it doesn’t mean anything.
Nickname: None.
Reason for nickname:
Race: White, -though is technically an alien since he’s from a different planet-
Occupation/class: THEM employee/ assistant. Normally follows Alfred around.
Social class: Middle class
Physical Appearance: Somewhat pale. Average build. Green eyes, teal hair, pointed ears.
Age: 27
How old they appear: early 20s
Eye Color: Green
Glasses or contacts? No
Hair color length and style: Teal, length varies, normally to above shoulders. Keeps it maintained.
Weight and height: Average?
Type of body (build): Average.
Skin tone and type (i.e., harry, slimy, scaly, oily, fair, burns easily): Pale –though not extremely-, fair.
Shape of face: A cube.... JK Still find this funny. So Normal?
Distinguishing marks (dimples, moles, scars, birthmarks, etc.): None
Predominant feature: Pointed ears.
Is s/he healthy?: Yes
If not, why not? Or why are they healthy?
Do they look healthy? Why/why not?: Besides being pale, yes.
Favorites:
Char’s favorite color: Pink –though will never admit this-
Least favorite, why?: burnt sienna, *shrug*
Music?: anything but least favorite.
Least favorite music, why?: Children’s songs. Drag up bad memories.
Food: Doesn’t like to eat very often.
Literature: Books? Bleh.
Expressions: Vary.
Expletives (curse): Made up words.
Mode of transport: Walking, watch port.
Hobbies: Gardening.
How do they spend a rainy day?: Probably gardening indoors. Or out doors taking a walk.
Personality: Bipolar, one person but moods change. One minute Sure of self and arrogant, next complete coward and low self-esteem. Sarcastic much of the time. Workaholic.
Are they a daredevil or cautious?: Depends which personality is out.
Do they act the same alone as when with someone?: No. He acts ‘happier’ around people. Alone he dwells on the past.
Habits: Taking stupid risks then fleeing. Sarcastic.
Drinks: Gave it up.
How much: Gave it up.
Greatest Strength: Sticks close to people in power, Alfred for example. Alone he..... Well.... Actually he’s pretty weak. XD Good tracker if in a forested or field location.
Greatest Weakness: He’s weak. His powers offer little to no defense or offence.
Soft spot: Gemini. Doesn’t know why. He just cares about them.
Is their soft spot obvious, why/why not: Yes, but he denies it.
If not, how do they hide it: Denies it.
Biggest Vulnerability: Power is pretty useless for fighting. Good for finding secrets, items, animals, or people.
Background: -Story time!-
Quent at one time had a family. A wife and two kids, a boy about seven, and a girl about five. One day they planed to go to the movies, but Quent got called to work last second. He told his family he’d run a quick task for his job, delivering a file, then meet them at the movie. He’d take a cab. His wife agreed then drove off towards the theater. Before Quent even got back to the entry door to the lobby of their apartment building screeching tires and a crash was heard down the street. He looked back and saw the smoke of the accident, in the direction his wife drove off in. Of course he quickly went to check, only to find the family car had been in an accident involving two other cars, the current Mayor’s limousine and a gasoline hauler. Police who were nearby stopped him and others from checking the site, stating it was too dangerous to get any closer from the gasoline spill. They mainly focused their efforts on freeing the Mayor. The dirver to the gasoline hauler stumbled out of his cab, holding a glass bottle. Poliece assumed he was drunk, but then noticed a cloth stuck halfway in the bottle. The man lit the cloth using a lighter while fleeing the police, then tosses the bottle over his shoulder. He shouted something along the lines of,
“death to corruption” and the gasoline ignited, causing a fire that killed several officers and all involved in the accident in a fireball.
Quent had lost his family, and didn’t take to well to it mentally. Several hours later, when everything was cleared he was still standing where he had been when it happened. An officer noticed this and asked
“Sir, do you need help?”
Not getting a reply the officer contacted the paramedics on seen to check him out. He snapped out of it and refused. A close family friend arrived on seen, he quickly went to Quent to see if he could calm him down.
“They only want to help man.” He told him.
Quent still shrugged them off, refusing help.
“How can they possibly help?” he snapped in retort.
His friend, Margel, had never seen him act this was. Normally Quent was calm and collected, friendly no matter what life threw at him.
“Calm down. Think about what your doing. You need a plan. Flipping out won’t help.” Margel said quickly.
Quent remaind silent for a moment,
“Remember that conversation we had? About what we’d do if we lost our families?”
Margel thought back,
“That I’d probably have a breakdown... And you’d run into the forest of something?”
Fearing he may have been having a mental break down, which he was, they attempted to capture him to take for a psychological evaluation.
“See?”
Quent looked to a free and clear path past the police.
“I already have a plan.” He got past them and sprinted, they went after him for various reasons, questioning, mentality, suspect, etc. He skid to a stop at the edge of the forest.
Now Margel saw he was serious. No one ever went in there. Not without a weapon or some form of defense. It was basic suicide otherwise. Quent glanced back, thinking about what he was about to do. Then he realized, What did he really have left? Before anyone could stop him he ran in. The ones following him halted, not daring to follow after him, even with their weapons. Not too long later, maybe several hours, he was completely lost. Wandering a forest with many legends and known truths that kept even the bravest, and craziest, people out of them. He used his power, figuring it would help out here if anywhere, though he never wished to use it in such a crowded place. He stuck a hand in the ground, onto a tree’s root, listening to all the information the tree would give. Trees have a scattered way of holding information, gathering from other trees and plants, not sorting it themselves. Showing in a sight that isn’t sight, speaking in a speech that isn’t speech. It had to be found then concentrated upon to get anything of value, especially with so many trees being in a forest. -.-. He found the link that showed about him. It told him that he was being followed, since several minutes after entering the forest. He could see what the tree saw with its nonsight. It showed someone in a lab coat following him from afar, though the sight allowed him to get a good look at this person. A younger looking male, maybe about 20, with short red hair, dressed in a lab coat and black underclothing. On the lab coat was a single word reading: THEM.
THEM? THEM was real? He thought they were only stories to scare kids from going into the forest. If you go in the forest THEM agents will take you away and lock you in their labs for experiments, was the story often told. It even had a short segment on safety films. Quent had watched many of these with his children and even told these types of stories before. He had a horrible headache by now, all the trees wanting to get a word in. He refocused to check where this agent had gone. Sure enough it was standing directly behind him, silently watching him. He took his hand off the root and froze, the headache didn’t help. The agent continued watching quietly, so much so that you’d never know it was there. Quent slowly stood, partly due to the ache, then glanced over his shoulder. The agent stared coolly back to him and said nothing. Instinctively Quent turned and backed into a tree, watching the agent cautiously. There were several minutes of silence before the agent spoke first, saying,
“Well businessman what business do you have here?”
Quent thought for a moment,
“I have no reason not to be here.”
The agent tilted his head,
“Gave up on life huh?” he asked calmly.
Once again Quent thought. That was the reason, what was left?
“Yes.” he replied simply.
The agent turned away from him and towards the forest.
“Then you’ll have no problem following me.” he said then began walking away.
Quent didn’t immediately follow.
The agent glanced back,
“Come along.” He said narrowing his eyes slightly.
Quent followed.
Several minutes later the Agent stopped, Quent stopped also. The agent looked back and saw he was still following. The agent smiled partly and turned a dial on his watch, this crept Quent out somewhat. The agent shot a light from the watch, it spread and opened a hole in the air a few feet ahead.
“Go ahead.” The agent said, not looking to the tear in reality but keeping a locked look on Quent.
Quent froze, what was it? Some kind of portal? To where? Figuring he had no other choice, he hesitantly walked up to the rip in reality. The agent watched him unblinkingly.
He took a moment to think then jumped through, reaching the other side rather quickly. The other side was a hall way of a building, several doors lined the hall on either side. The environment looked sterile with its white walls. Other agents quickly looked to him and pulled weapons. Platinum and platinum white guns.
“Who are you?” one of them asked.
None of them fired.
Quent froze, not knowing what else to do.
The agents lowered their weapons after the agent exited the portal a second later.
“Send some warning next time Willison.” one sighed.
The agent apparently called Willison nodded. He looked to Quent,
“Please follow me.”
then walked down the hallway. Quent followed obediently, not wanting to be left in the hall. Agents gave puzzling looks to him as he walked past. Some agents didn’t look like they were ‘normal’ or even from the same planet. Eventually the agent led him to a closed door on the second floor. Willison knocked and waited for permission to enter.
“Come in.” a calm voice stated.
Willison opened the door and waited for Quent to enter. Quent hesitantly entered. It was an office, someone was sitting in a large rolling chair set in front of a wall sized window.
Willison entered, his calm personality seemed to change to one more timid.
“Sir, I found one.” He said, his tone marking his changed personality.
The chair turned just enough for the one sitting in it to give a side glance back. This one was blond and had gold colored eyes. When side glanced at, Quent felt a sudden shock of pain that quickly passed as this person looked back to the window.
“I see.” Said the person in a calm tone then stood.
Quent recognized this one, though he never saw him before. He fit the story descriptions, creepily calm, blond, glasses, gold colored eyes, a pretty boy nerd look. This had to be Alfred. THEMs boss. The center of any good THEM story. Ones mainly telling about a mystic blue light or a soul stealing glare that caused one to work for him mindlessly, sometimes both were in the same stories, or the glare was explained as causing pain only, and mind control being what caused one to work for him. Alfred walked over and looked at Quent, scrutinizing him as he circled around him once. He stopped and stood about a foot from him, looking to him, though Quent dared not make eye contact.
“So, you gave up on life and ran into the forest?” he asked calmly.
Quent stayed silent for a moment.
“Y-yes.” He said timidly.
“I see. We have many of those here. They all have placement, but are dead to their worlds.” Alfred said calmly then walked back to the window, watched outside, and continued,
“Some are workers,... some are not.”
He glanced back to Quent,
“Which do you want to be?”
Quent was shocked, he’d never heard of a job being offered, let alone in a threatening way, though that made some sense. He’d only heard of mind control and soul stealing, though maybe those were the ‘some are not’ category. He apparently only had two choices, work for THEM, or whatever the other option was.
“I can work.” He says hesitantly after a moment, still not looking up.
Alfred apparently took notice to this, and turned to him,
“Are you afraid to look me in the eye?”
What could he say? He was.
“Kinda.” He replied, not able to think of anything else.
Alfred walked over and stood in front of him.
“I can’t have anyone who won’t look me in the eye working for me,... at least not willingly. Their untrustworthy.” He said in the same calm tone as before.
Would he become a mindless order following drone if he looked him in the eye? That was the main question he thought at that moment. Then figured, he ran in the forest with nothing to lose. What difference would it make? After a moments more of hesitation he looked up, looking Alfred in the eye. It didn’t feel like his soul was being stolen, that was a good sign. Alfred watched him with narrowed eyes for a moment more,
“Good. Welcome to THEM. Don’t disappoint us.” He said calmly, not sounding at all like he cared in the least.
He turned once again to the window, and walked over to it.
“Willison, see to it he gets what he needs.”
Willison nods quickly,
“Yes Sir.” He said just as quickly, then led Quent out of the room to get him a uniform and watch.
Hometown: Metrion
Type of childhood: Average
First Memory: Parents feeding ‘ducks’ at a pond.
Most important child hood event that still effects him/her: Hearing a potted plant speak to him when he was replanting it.
Why?: He found out he had a power.
Education: Standard, a few years in business school.
Religion: Unknown.
Finances: Fair.
Family: Died in a car accident that may have been preplanned.
Mother: Katrinia Kentifari
Relationship with her: broken off
Father: Madison –Max- Kentifari
Relationship with him: broken off
Siblings, How many, relationship with each: three, broken off
Children of siblings: four
Other extended family: Uncle, Aunt, half brother from mother’s side.
Close? Why or why not: broken off, as far as his family knows he went insane and ran into the forest and hasn’t been seen since. They held a funeral for him.
Attitude: ?
Most at ease when: Alfred or Gemini are nearby.
Most ill at ease when: When caught by an enemy alone.
Priorities: Do his job well.
Philosophies: If life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Get angry. Throw the lemons in life’s face. Then say, “How dare you give me lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the one who will burn your house down, with lemons. I’ll make a biologically advanced lemon in a laboratory, to burn your house down! You will rue the day, you gave Quent Kentifari, lemons! –yes this is ripped from Portal 2-
How they feel about themselves: Failed to protect his family.
Past failure they would be embarrassed to admit: ^
Why? -.-‘
If granted one wish what would it be, why?: Lets see...... How about. His family not dieing!
Traits: ...
Optimist or pessimist? Why?: Depends on personality currently out.
Introvert or extrovert? Why?: ^
Drives and motives: Do his job well.
Talents: Gardening.
Extremely skilled at: ... ^
Extremely unskilled at: Cooking. –As plants scream bloody murder while being cooked-
Good characteristics: Loyal, number one worker personality.
Character flaws: Doesn’t question the outcome of his work, good or bad.
Mannerisms: Answered
Peculiarities: Answered.
Biggest regret: .... A.n.s.w.e.r.e.d
Minor regrets: Unknown.
Biggest accomplishment: Gaining Alfred’s trust.
Minor accomplishments: Not dieing so far.
Darkest secret: Knows a lot of peoples secrets from what the plants tell him.
Does anyone know?: Unknown
How did they find out: ^
Self-perception: .....
One word they would use to describe themselves: “Huh?”
One paragraph of how they would describe themselves: “Why are you asking me all these questions? I’m not on trial! .... Am I? I’m not right? Cause I’m skipping town till it blows over if that’s the case. What? It’s not. Okay then.”
What do they consider their best physical characteristic and why: Looking weak. People underestimate you.
The worst one? Why?: Pointed ears. They kinda point you out on other planets with non pointy eared people.
Are they realistic assessments?: .....
If not, why not?: ...........
How they think others preserve them: Weak, a Yes-man.
What four things would they most like to change about themselves: Nothing.
Why?: ...... *glare*
If they were changed would they be the same person, why/why not: *GLARE*
Would changing of number 1 make them more happy? Why/why not: *Takes capture ring gun from pocket* Next. Question. *glares*
-Moving on!-
Interaction with other people:
How do they relate to others: Depends on who they are.
How are they perceived by strangers: Sarcastic, arrogant, annoyance.
Friends: Alfred, Gemini.
Wife/husband/lover: Died
The Hero/Heroin: Once again.... No villain? Um.... Lackey? Minion?
How do they view the Hero/Heroine: Annoying at times
First impression of the char: Sarcastic, overconfident, arrogant.
why?: That’s how he acts.
What happens to change this perception: ....?
What do people like most about this char: “Nothing” ~Gifted ic “Hilarious” ~ Gifted ooc.
What do they dislike most about them: “Doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut” ~Gifted ic-ooc.
Goals: Do job well.
Immediate: Do current job well.
Long term: Do future jobs well.
How do they plan to accomplish them: ....... Working...
How will others be effected by this: Depends who they are.
Problems/Crisis: ...?
How do they react in a crisis: Bluff then turn tail and run.
How do they face problems: Depends on problem.
Kind of problems they usually run into: PAWNs, other THEM related glitches.
How they react to new problems: Panic.
How they react to change: Deal with it.
General: ...?
Favorite clothing, why: THEM uniform. It can shift to any clothing.
Least favorite, why: Anything not a THEM uniform. It can’t shift to different clothing.
Jewelry: Undecided, more then likely not.
Other accessories: Copper pocket watch his wife gave him, Small metal flute his children gave him.
Drives: ?
Where do they live: THEM HQ
Where do they want to live: Doesn’t care.
Spending habits, why: Saver. THEM provides what he needs free of cost.
What do they do too much of, why: Sarcasm. Hides insecurity.
Most prized possession, why: Copper pocket watch his wife gave him, Small metal flute his children gave him.
People they secretly admire, why: Sparrow and Gifted. They keep showing up.
Person they are most influenced by, why: Gemini and Alfred. Is constantly around one or the other.
Most important person in their life before story starts, why: ...?
How do they spend the week just before the story starts: ....? Quent: “Story? What story? .... Wait. Am I a story character? That’s it isn’t it! That’s it! It all makes sense now. That means that- *watch beeps* .... *looks at watch* Gemini calls. I’m out. *leaves*”