UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
★PASSPORT CARD★
★PASSPORT CARD★
Passport Card No.++++++++++
C00001123++++++++++
C00001123++++++++++
++++++++++Nationality
++++++++++CAUCASIAN
++++++++++Surname
++++++++++VALINTYNE
++++++++++Given Names
++++++++++QUINN
++++++++++Sex+++++Age
++++++++++M+++++17
++++++++++Place of Birth
++++++++++SOUTH CAROLINA, USA
UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF STATE
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[Temptation]★[Seeing a female incarnation of Pyramid Head (my own drawing provided). Prone to seeing female enemy incarnations. Not only because of his lust, but also for his feminine qualities that he attained from growing up in a single parent home.]★[Family/Alienation]★[Seeing enemies come in smaller groups/more family-related monster types ("Abstract Daddy," fungi groups, etc.). Bothered by being alone after meeting others in Silent Hill.](Confused by this section. Hope I did it right.)
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Once upon a time, there was –
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Born in a fatherless home, Quinn was a troubled child. He didn't know that his family was any different than the others. He thought this life was normal. At school, he was offput by other children and their families... was there something wrong with him? As he grew older, he accepted his fate. He was a failure. No one wanted him.
Quinn dropped out of school his junior year. He wanted to pursue his dreams of being a rockstar... an artist, a writer, a poet...he wanted to take the art world by storm! He knew he had it in him, he just needed more money. He began to travel around... taking around his cassette recorder, sketchbook, and notepad everywhere he traveled. There was always an idea. Always something there to be written. Always a song to be sung.
Two months after quitting school, he lost his girlfriend... and most of his will to live. He had been so focused on getting somewhere, he lost sight of what he already had. However, he had nothing in the first place. No real family. No real purpose in life. He decided to take a trip... a trip alone. He geared up his favorite vehicle a '79 Black Hearse. He liked the feeling of being in the company of lost souls... it made him feel... in good company.
Quinn drove for miles. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to drive.
---To be continued---
a monster living at the gates of a village.
– a monster living at the gates of a village.
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It was a very scary and – a very bad monster.
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He stands exactly 6 feet tall. His hair is long, dark, and red; it shimmers in the light.
He has small goatee and slight eye bags forming...strange for his young age.
He wears a black trenchcoat and a black Nirvana shirt underneath it; his favorite band. He wears tight black jeans and ripped up Converse All-Stars. On his hands are black fingerless gloves.
He carries a black and red messenger bag on his left shoulder than contains all of his items.
He has a calm face with a few visible laugh lines, however, a smile is seldom found upon his lips.
He is not very intimidating, but when he is angry, his eyes show it the most.
He almost always appears to be in pain (stomachaches and heart issues are at hand).
It would catch people and – crunch them up with its big teeth.
It would catch people and – crunch them up with its big teeth.
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The villagers were afraid of the – monster, and no one would dare – approach the gates.
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As Quinn drove on, he grew weary and tired; he began to see strange movements in the shadows and they didn't seem human. He needed a place to stay, but there wasn't a motel for miles. He kept on going until he saw a girl; a girl that didn't seem too old. He stopped his hearse, got out, and walked up to her. He had a way with children, but...this one seemed off.
Willingly, Quinn put out his hand to her. She took his hand, and led him down the road. He was too sleepy to say no.
They walked together for at least four miles. He grew ever so tired. However, he was instantly snapped back into reality. He saw the city limit sign approach him slowly but surely.
"Welcome to Silent Hill."
"Oh God..." slipped from underneath his breath. He turned and ran away as fast as he could but he came to a dead end. "B-but it wasn't there before...!" he cried. His hearse was still there, but the road ended just behind it. He turned around and the girl that was once there had gently faded away.
He had heard so much folklore about Silent Hill. Some say it is a ghost town. Others say it doesn't even exist. This was proof. He couldn't leave Silent Hill. All he had was his notepad, sketchbook, and cassette recorder... all packed snugly in his knapsack. He kept walking onward to the soundtrack of his mind... craving inspiration... craving direction... but most importantly, craving solace. Would he find peace in Silent Hill? Or will he unleash a Hell that has never been seen before.
Everyone was stuck inside – the village.
Everyone was stuck inside – the village
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"TU FUI, EGO ERIS."– Do you know what happened then?
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Quinn often thinks that the world is against everything he does... and everything he does is in vain. He is quick to make friends but is also quick to spot disloyalty... or at least expect it. He dreams of being a father one day to make up for what he never had thus making his nature very caring and sympathetic. He lusts for women... and sometimes even men. Most of his thoughts reek of pervasiveness and ignorance although his true intelligence shines when needed. He never makes his desires known unless he feels a strong connection to the listener.
He often finds himself writing or sketching what he has seen...which may slow his progression in a current issue. He is known to very skilled with repairing weaponry and designing new types of weapons. Whether they work or not is a different story.
He has a fetish for drawing individuals as he feels it strengthens his art skills and his bond with the said person.
To conclude, he has horrible self-esteem; it is almost non-existant. He hates everything he says or does so sometimes his extensive self-loathing dominates conversation. He is always ready to bring others up in their time of need... sometimes when other matters outweigh trite compliments. He loves to be involved, but slighty hates being over-shadowed. He's all up for bringing something to table that others approve of... just inform him that he did a great job.
The monster let out a huge cry – and then died and vanished!
The monster let out a huge cry – and then d+i+e+d++a++n++d+++v+++a+++n+++i+++s+++h+++e+++d+++!
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[Temptation]★[Seeing a female incarnation of Pyramid Head (my own drawing provided). Prone to seeing female enemy incarnations. Not only because of his lust, but also for his feminine qualities that he attained from growing up in a single parent home.]★[Family/Alienation]★[Seeing enemies come in smaller groups/more family-related monster types ("Abstract Daddy," fungi groups, etc.). Bothered by being alone after meeting others in Silent Hill.](Confused by this section. Hope I did it right.)
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Once upon a time, there was –
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Born in a fatherless home, Quinn was a troubled child. He didn't know that his family was any different than the others. He thought this life was normal. At school, he was offput by other children and their families... was there something wrong with him? As he grew older, he accepted his fate. He was a failure. No one wanted him.
Quinn dropped out of school his junior year. He wanted to pursue his dreams of being a rockstar... an artist, a writer, a poet...he wanted to take the art world by storm! He knew he had it in him, he just needed more money. He began to travel around... taking around his cassette recorder, sketchbook, and notepad everywhere he traveled. There was always an idea. Always something there to be written. Always a song to be sung.
Two months after quitting school, he lost his girlfriend... and most of his will to live. He had been so focused on getting somewhere, he lost sight of what he already had. However, he had nothing in the first place. No real family. No real purpose in life. He decided to take a trip... a trip alone. He geared up his favorite vehicle a '79 Black Hearse. He liked the feeling of being in the company of lost souls... it made him feel... in good company.
Quinn drove for miles. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to drive.
---To be continued---
a monster living at the gates of a village.
– a monster living at the gates of a village.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
It was a very scary and – a very bad monster.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
He stands exactly 6 feet tall. His hair is long, dark, and red; it shimmers in the light.
He has small goatee and slight eye bags forming...strange for his young age.
He wears a black trenchcoat and a black Nirvana shirt underneath it; his favorite band. He wears tight black jeans and ripped up Converse All-Stars. On his hands are black fingerless gloves.
He carries a black and red messenger bag on his left shoulder than contains all of his items.
He has a calm face with a few visible laugh lines, however, a smile is seldom found upon his lips.
He is not very intimidating, but when he is angry, his eyes show it the most.
He almost always appears to be in pain (stomachaches and heart issues are at hand).
It would catch people and – crunch them up with its big teeth.
It would catch people and – crunch them up with its big teeth.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
The villagers were afraid of the – monster, and no one would dare – approach the gates.
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As Quinn drove on, he grew weary and tired; he began to see strange movements in the shadows and they didn't seem human. He needed a place to stay, but there wasn't a motel for miles. He kept on going until he saw a girl; a girl that didn't seem too old. He stopped his hearse, got out, and walked up to her. He had a way with children, but...this one seemed off.
Willingly, Quinn put out his hand to her. She took his hand, and led him down the road. He was too sleepy to say no.
They walked together for at least four miles. He grew ever so tired. However, he was instantly snapped back into reality. He saw the city limit sign approach him slowly but surely.
"Welcome to Silent Hill."
"Oh God..." slipped from underneath his breath. He turned and ran away as fast as he could but he came to a dead end. "B-but it wasn't there before...!" he cried. His hearse was still there, but the road ended just behind it. He turned around and the girl that was once there had gently faded away.
He had heard so much folklore about Silent Hill. Some say it is a ghost town. Others say it doesn't even exist. This was proof. He couldn't leave Silent Hill. All he had was his notepad, sketchbook, and cassette recorder... all packed snugly in his knapsack. He kept walking onward to the soundtrack of his mind... craving inspiration... craving direction... but most importantly, craving solace. Would he find peace in Silent Hill? Or will he unleash a Hell that has never been seen before.
Everyone was stuck inside – the village.
Everyone was stuck inside – the village
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
"TU FUI, EGO ERIS."– Do you know what happened then?
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Quinn often thinks that the world is against everything he does... and everything he does is in vain. He is quick to make friends but is also quick to spot disloyalty... or at least expect it. He dreams of being a father one day to make up for what he never had thus making his nature very caring and sympathetic. He lusts for women... and sometimes even men. Most of his thoughts reek of pervasiveness and ignorance although his true intelligence shines when needed. He never makes his desires known unless he feels a strong connection to the listener.
He often finds himself writing or sketching what he has seen...which may slow his progression in a current issue. He is known to very skilled with repairing weaponry and designing new types of weapons. Whether they work or not is a different story.
He has a fetish for drawing individuals as he feels it strengthens his art skills and his bond with the said person.
To conclude, he has horrible self-esteem; it is almost non-existant. He hates everything he says or does so sometimes his extensive self-loathing dominates conversation. He is always ready to bring others up in their time of need... sometimes when other matters outweigh trite compliments. He loves to be involved, but slighty hates being over-shadowed. He's all up for bringing something to table that others approve of... just inform him that he did a great job.
The monster let out a huge cry – and then died and vanished!
The monster let out a huge cry – and then d+i+e+d++a++n++d+++v+++a+++n+++i+++s+++h+++e+++d+++!
(Enclosure)
