SALVADOR, QUINTON ELLIOT.

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QUINTON ELLIOT SALVADOR !
’lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more.'

HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?

the man sits stock still, his legs stretched out in front of him and his head resting on his calloused hand, the other tapping incessantly as he waits. the clock ticks, and ticks- before finally the impatient and hardly tolerable man snaps, “listen up, fucker- I’ve been waiting well over three hours for this damn interview, pull the stick out of your ass and take notes or something.” grumbling, the man rubs his face frustratedly, and lights a cigarette, taking a long drag before blowing the air in the direction of the man sitting before him. “my name is Quinton Salvador, I’m thirty three years old, born on june eighth. my parent’s are the only one’s who can call me by quinn, so don’t feel like you get that privilege. can you not tell that I’m a male? I don’t base love on gender, but if you can’t tell, I happen to be a,” the man coughs, a grin on his face as he mumbles, “pussy magnet.” rolling his eyes, the man fiddles with his thumbs, and taps his foot as a way to keep himself entertained, “I’m a shapeshifter, badass right? I take the shape of a horse, a fucking stallion.” the man speaks proudly, his eyes on the man who is now feverishly taking notes before him. “when it comes to the war, I don’t care- I try to avoid drama and that has way to much shit going on for me to give a flying fuck. you got all that, kid? or do you want me to repeat myself?” the man snarls, cranky and annoyed as the young man hurriedly tries to keep up with the man’s quick tongue.."

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SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.

"well now we’re talking, look at me- I’m gorgeous. I could have an eighteen year old son like that robert downey jr. guy and the ladies would still want me.” the man chuckles and rolls his eyes, running his fingers through his thick, black hair. “I’ve got hazel eyes, and a scar over my brow because of all the fights I used to get into as a kid, but we’ll get into that later. as for other scars, well- my torso is covered in them, some from fights with other incorrigible idiots like yourself, and some for territory with other horses that think they’re better than me. quite obviously, I proved them wrong. I have a tattoo on my arm, one in which I got as a teen thinking I was a badass stud- which I am, don’t get me wrong, it was just a stupid fucking idea.” rubbing his arm, the man shrugs and allows the man with the pen to catch up. “now, I stand about… thirty six inches in my animal form- I have a long, thick, rich black mane and tail in which I pride myself in. it seems that my animal form got stuck with the short form of my animal. I’m five eight in person, which isn’t the tallest I know, but I could still kick your scrawny ass.” the man cracks his knuckles warningly, though doesn’t move from his seat.

“my tattoo looks much like a brand when I’m in animal form, it’s on my wither. when it comes to what breed of horse I am, I swear to god I’ll wring your neck if you laugh, I take the shape of a Shetland pony, one of the more ferocious breeds of horse.” the man glares at the younger boy, before continuing, “I’ve got a fantastic jaw line, and I hardly ever shave unless it starts to get out of control. the ladies love my facial hair.” grinning, the man touches it fondly, “I have to work out three times a week seeing how much food I ususally consume in a day, so I guess you could say I’m kind of stocky… I prefer suits, they say, “I have more money than you, and no, I’m not giving any to charity” so yeah, usually sweatpants and a teeshirt are what I wear to bed, and depending on how I’m feeling when I wake up in the morning, I might wear jeans if I know I don’t have to go to work in the office."

I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!

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"I’m an asshole, but you know that. I hate people, my mother always used to joke that I was a wee bit of a hermit. I’m not, but whatever. I’m pretty funny, I don’t take life too seriously because hell, you gotta live for today and not think about the consequences of tomorrow. you only live once, yo low. as ya know, the kids say now a days. I’m pretty down with the youngsters, thought don’t get me wrong, I fucking hate kids- ever since I had a baby vomit all over me, I’ve wanted to shove each one that gets close to me in the dryer.” the dark haired man chuckles, and rolls his eyes after a moment, “I like being away from people, like going on vacation far, far away from society. I live off of coffee, which you’d think would make me crazy energetic, but really it just makes me calm and not as snappy- but when I’m in my other form I can’t stop moving, which is fine with me- it feels good running, stretching my legs.” as though proving his point, the man stretches out his legs and rubbing his eyes tiredly. “I like horror movies, and comedies- occasionally action packed movies. swimming is another big thing for me, it’s one of the ways I work out, I also enjoy sleeping. because sleeping is good. watching sports is another thing I like to do on the weekends, football is my favorite. some things i absolutely hate are children, happiness, and laughter. I also can’t tolerate intolerable idiots like yourself, and I cannot stand the taste of seafood. I’m great at being an asshole, and being sarcastic. I’m also good at having sex and making money, not to brag or anything.”

his eyes roll once more before the man licks his lips and continues, “a nice ass, a great sale, and designer shoes are my biggest weakness. I tend to have a habit of over buying things when I’m bored, I go on shopping trips often. I’m often scared of getting attached to someone, getting fat, and dying alone- shut up, don’t judge me, asshole. a secret? well it wouldn’t be a secret if I told you, now would it? okay, you win, lately males are starting to look damn fine."

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!

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Damn, you guys are some nosey sons of bitches, aren't you? Well, I grew up in a pretty fucked up household. My mother was a lowly woman, not coming from a family of much money, but hey, she tried I suppose. My father was never around. Actually, I don't even recall his name to be honest with you. My mother never talked about him and I hardly ever asked. Quite the perfect little child, wasn't I? Saving my mother from the pain of telling me how much of a bastard my father was and that I would probably never see him once during my entire life time. Kind of a sob story, eh? Well anyway, because we weren't the richest people out there, I grew up in a pretty nasty neighborhood. Of course my mother, bless her heart, did her best to keep me out of trouble and tried to provide me with everything she could, but she couldn't protect me from everything. School was rough and even from a young age I remember not being too keen with having to be around a bunch of snot nose brats. What could I say? I had problems. Living in a beat down house without a father. I guess you could say this crappy aspect of my life fueled me to get into arguments with the other kids, and sometimes even the teachers. I started getting into fights at a very early age, which kind of shaped me into the savy street fighter i am today! Impressive, I know.

I honestly could not wait to get the hell out of school. That place was like my own personal hell. You know, being around people and stuff. Yuck. Anywho, I made sure I got top grades though, because there was no way I was staying in a broken neighborhood after I graduated. I wanted to make a better life for myself because the one I was currently living just wasn't at all good enough for me. So I worked in school. So hard that when I applied for scholarships for college, I landed them and was accepted into one of the better colleges around. There I graduated with a masters degree in business. And that's when I started to build up my own business. It started off small at first. I had to go through a few trial and errors, taking out loans and making agreements. All of that fun stuff. But after a few years of unfailing determination, I got my business off the ground and started to make a name for myself. It was certainly the change I was looking for.

Now that I'm out of the shitty living conditions I grew up in, I'm a much happier man. Still not too fond of other people, but I've learned to deal with them. I mean, I have to considering I am a businessman after all. I like to treat myself to the nicer things in life now that I've overcome the hardships of living in poverty. I also use my hard earned wealth to help out my mother as a way of thanking her for dealing with my sorry ass for so many years. It's not the most interesting of stories to tell, but it's one I'm damn proud of and I'll knock your teeth out if you've got anything negative to say about it.
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AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?

"just eloise! ;)"

lol no.

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