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-one of the top surgeons in hell
-is creepily obsessed with blood and surgery and how the body works
-no one is sure if he's just a regular human or an actual demon
-he says that he 'should be' 29
-how old are you
-please dont laugh how old are you sir
-can be very clingy and enjoys attention
-will dote on anyone younger than him
-especially finds it amusing if the person has a bit of a temper
-"would you like to come in for a check up?"
-his methods are questionable
-for absolutely no discernable reason he can play the trombone
-has a very mild fear of heights but sshh its a secret
-His leading assissant is Neo, and they both get up to nothing but trouble. They both can do their jobs well enough but the two of them together equals chaos. Why hasn't management stopped them yet.
*some of his backstory is a bit bloody so im putting it under a block*
As a kid, Quincy lost his parents at a very early age during a home invasion. They were just having a normal dinner when there'd been a noise; a very alarming shattering of glass. His father had gone to check it out, his mother trying to give him a re-assuring glance from across the table. But then there'd been a shout, and a bang, his mother's smile dropping and changing from concern to fear. He'd been ushered into his family's closet post-haste, his mother closing the door behind her. But as she moved to get to the dinner table to find something,,,, anything..... a knife, whatever perpetrator had gotten in had come into the kitchen; blood splattered on their masked face. It had been too late for his mom because the attacker had gone after her next, and in her haste to aim the knife at the other it was wrangled from her hands as she was shot in the head. The knife clambered nearby on the floor but Quincy hadn't paid much mind to it. After all he'd just brutally witnessed the death of his parents. It absolutely devastated him as he sat there watching in the closet for who knows how long... minutes? hours?
Time felt unreal as he watched the life drain from his moms eyes.
And then he heard another voice, a sign that the perp had an accomplice. They started to raid the kitchen, talking low to themselves.
And then something snapped in his head. Maybe it was the 'fight' instinct finally overriding his 'flight' but he couldnt stay in that closet anymore. His bones were shaking and his blood felt like it was on fire.
Before he knew it he was sneaking out of his hiding spot, small hands grasping the knife that fell to the floor. The perpetrator had his back to him, going through the draws to find what he could find, so Quincy had taken his opportunity. And before he knew it he was wielding the knife into his back. Â Then his arms, and his chest and his back then again and again and again. He was blinded by adrenaline; a mix of fear and rage but the guy had long stopped moving underneath him as he continued stabbing. Blinded by all of this emotion he must of blanked out while wrestling the gun out of the other guys's hand, stabbing said hand through with the same bloody knife. But he too had eventually ended up below him, bleeding out on the floor.
So there he was, covered in blood from head to toe, clothes drenched, kitchen absolutely flooded with crimson red.
The knife fell to the ground with a loud shatter, and he could only stare and stare at the mess as it all started to look red.
He wasnt sure again how much time had passed, but he remembers staring at his mothers cold eyes, and in another flash of time walking in the doorway to stare at his father just laying there near the door. And he sat there for what seemed to be a long, long time. All the blood and stillness certainly left his traumatized for a good deal of time.
He was quickly ushered into his uncle's side of the family, the incident quickly being swept under the rug before he could blink. They came from a much richer background, oodles of money and good connections, and so it was covered up that he had pretty much murdered two people at a young age. And as for his parents... they did not get to have funerals due to the circumstances of the killing, so he was left with no closure regarding that.Â
But back to his rich uncle's family. They were upstanding folks, and things had to be one way or the other without question. And he stood out like a sore thumb into their new home; the quiet, sad, lower class mourning kid. His Uncle's family offered their condolences at first but soon grew cold and distant, which made things worse for Quincy growing up....
The thought of his parents would constantly plague his dreams growing up. The questions of what he could have to help them in that moment back at the house. If it shouldve been him instead. Or if he'd ran out of the closet to meet the same fate and be with them. Would things have been better? He'd think about that sort of thing constantly.
What with their deaths and the distance of his new caretakers, he couldnt really look at people the same way anymore. Were they all out to secretly get him? How many of them would soon come to stab him in the back? Was everyone else in the world just secretly waiting for the chance to do the unthinkable?
He was not close to his Uncle or his wife in the slightest. on good days he'd catch them looking at him with mild pity and scorn. Their oldest son downright ignoring him and their youngest, a girl called Liza, would just be mean to him all the time. He was to say the least, alone pretty much, save for the kind old butler that would sometimes provide him company.Â
His new family had sent him off to the most prestigious school they could find growing up. They had a reputation and an image to uphold, and for the most part young Quincy could pull off that image quite well when he was ready. And it was there in his first day of science class that they went into discussing anatomy. Not only did it greatly scare him but it intrigued him as well. He'd have vague flashes of remembering the day his parents died, but another part of himself still found that he was quite curious. This is when his unhealthy interested in bodies and blood had really started.
Fast forward a couple years later and his family had slowly but surely pressured him into studying hard and going to med school. He went along with it though because what else could he do? He didn't have much of an interest in anything else and deep down he thought maybe this would be a way to atone for his mistakes of not saving his parents all those years ago. Maybe he could save someone else's life....
But as the years went on he was still heavily tired of life, quite bored of it, and untrusting of others. He was just cruising along by and following what his family said honestly. He'd tried relationships here and there but he could never get too close to anyone out of fear (that he hid very well).
He was scouted by Lucien to personally work for him, and furthermore... that's when he first ran into Neo and things changed for the better.
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