QUINTON LUKE FABRAY
+ Hardworking, Lionhearted, Witty - Avoidant, Secretive, Stubborn
FC: Skylar Kergil
April 20th
queer, he/him
Job: bookstore clerk / community theatre actor
Housing Type: apartment
Secret: is a drug dealer
SOCIAL MEDIA
@quintonthelion: you want super gay? you want dudebro? I can give you BOTH for the price of one
@quintonthelion: moving is fucking work man
@quintonthelion: Ah Lima… why am I here?
BIO POINTS
Quinn Fabray was supposed to be perfect. Feminine. Poised. The best of the best; and he was, or he claimed to be. He buried his feelings of inadequacy, of being an outsider in his own body, of being the perfect daughter his parents wanted him to be. Cheerleader, beauty queen, everything his parents wanted. The polar opposite of his twin sister. It wasn’t him, though. It made him hard and angry, with a temper like no other, and a straight up bitch.
He watched the way his twin sister faded into the background. The way his older brother fought to just be a person, particularly after his hockey accident. Quinn knew his parents weren’t the most loving nor accepting people and while he was close with his siblings, he never voiced the way he felt. It was easier to play pretend, be who everyone thought he was, even if he was slowly losing his own mind.
In his sophomore year, with his sister and brother both out of the house after disputes with their parents, Quinn found himself alone. No one knew who he truly was outside the internet. One horrid afternoon, Quinn would be found standing in the bathroom, wearing a chest binder, a pair of scissors in hand. The fight that ensued left Quinn disowned. With no one in Lima aware that he was trans, Quinn ran to Cleveland. It was the closest place anyone who knew who he truly was existed. He cut contact, not even bothering to tell either of his siblings where he was going, nor why. He thought it was easiest, just disappearing like a ghost in the wind.
In Cleveland, Quinn bounced from location to location, staying with friends and making money, to fund his transition and cost of living, anyway he could. Eventually, one way stuck. Dealing drugs. It was fast, easy money and the risk was easily worth the reward. He didn’t use himself and the art of negotiation and getting out of hostile situations came almost naturally to Quinn. The bonus of not being able to lose his job over being trans was a big part of it too. Ohio didn’t protect trans individuals from losing their jobs and housing the way New York and other, more liberal, states did.
Recently, Quinn decided to return to Lima. Not entirely sure of his decision, but one of his better paying clients, and good friend, had recently made the move and he wanted to keep it. He also wanted to see about reconnecting with his siblings, since the internet opened a door that let him know they were both still in Lima. Quinn supposed this had something to do with the support systems the two had built, but he couldn’t know for sure. While he personally has plans to attend college, eventually, he isn’t entirely sure it’s something he wants just yet.
Quinn is the type of guy who will help you do your makeup but remind you that you’re gorgeous either way. The stone-cold bitch he’d been in high school, an attempt to bury his own pain, faded away as testosterone replaced estrogen, leaving him a soft but fierce man. A lionheart looking to protect those he once hunted.
He let his hair return to its natural brunet, tired of the care that staying a blond required. He’s also in the process of getting bottom surgery, but wants to wait until the summer, as to make it easier. Quinn keeps up with his athletic figure through running track and gymnastics. He has also taken to theater, not necessarily musical theater, since his voice isn’t trained for music anymore, but it doesn’t stop him.
