QuentinSmith ,

“I saw a young man the other day. He seemed both awake and asleep at the same time. A bit drowsy, but determined."

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APPEARANCE. Dark eyebags are a permanent feature that stands out making the young man look like a walking zombie. One would think he hadn’t slept in days, and they would be right. Pale freckles decorate equally if not paler face, with a larger freckle near his eye that looks almost like a crescent moon. Quentin has a multitude of facial piercings; snakebites, both his ears, an eyebrow piercing above his left eyebrow, and his tongue. He has full lips that unfortunately suffer from his nervous tick of picking at them leading them to be slightly chapped. His hair is choppy, cut himself with kitchen scissors, with long M-shaped bangs in the front and some curls that manage to peak out. It’s a dark chocolate color that is deeper by the roots. Quentin may not look it thanks to his below-average stature but he has muscle still from his years in swim and keeping up with his training. There still however is a small layer of fat around his stomach and most of his muscle is in his arms and thicker thighs. It’s not like you would be able to see it however with how his wardrobe consists of only baggy monotone clothes with the exception of a few splashes of blue or brown colors thrown in. The long sleeves and multilayered tops also help hide the scars hidden underneath from his past. Four long claw scars raked across his now mangled chest from his incounter with Krueger interffering with his messy top scars. Self harm scars also litter his wrists and thighs.

PERSONALITY Despite how cold he looks on the inside Quentin is quite caring but quiet to those he isn't familiar with. He keeps to himself a lot and has a hard shell to break through to get to know him deeper than the surface level due to the happenings of Badham and Springwood. Due to this event, he is a boiling pot of rage underneath it all waiting to spill out. Anger issues are riddled beneath his surface and violent tendencies threaten to break out. Do not let appearances fool you. Still, even if you are not close to him, he is kind and will gladly put his medical knowledge to use and patch up wounds.

TRAITS
Positive Traits
Loyal to those he cares about
Caring
Gentle
Empathetic
Determined
Team player
Keeps to self
Quick ThinkerNegative Traits
Quiet
Grudge holder
Aggressive
Anger Issues [bottled up]
Distant
Self Sacrificial
Obsessive

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NAME Quentin Marie Smith
ALIAS Dreamwalker
HEIGHT 5'6
DATE OF BIRTH April 30th, 1991
AGE 21
ZODIAC Taurus
GENDER Transmasc
PRONOUNS He / They
ORIENTATION Bisexual
OCCUPATION Nurse

PLACE OF BIRTH Springwood, Ohio
ETHNICITY White, Dutch Decent [mother's side]
NATIONALITY American
LANGUAGE(S) English, ASLMOTHER Maria Smith. Quentin's mother died during childbirth, he never got to meet her and only has ever seen her through photos. He feels guilty for her death every time he sees her in photos. The only things he knows about her at the the courtesy of his father whenever he is in the mood to divulge him. The pendant around his neck belonged to his late mother. Her only belonging he owns.FATHER Alan Smith Quentin has always had a strong relationship with his father but as he got older and discovered more about his past that relationship seemed to dwindle as time went on. Learning that his entire childhood had been a lie had been the first crack in their relationship. Alan didn't believe Quentin the first time when he said Krueger was back and he didn't believe him the second time when Krueger returned after Nancy and he thought they had killed him in the preschool. Thinking his son was having a traumatic episode and off his meds he had tried to commit Quentin to a ward but since Quentin was an adult at the time he declined and moved out. The last contact he had with his Dad was a short call on how he was doing before getting taken by the Entity. Quentin's phone is full of missed calls from his father begging him to come home and saying that he was sorry he didn't believe Quentin, he will this time. He promises.

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PRE FOG - POST MOVIENeed to write… but forced to 9 - 5 shift
tl;dr
-nancy's mom dies end of movie
-nancy skips town
-quentin is alone in springwood for a solid 3 years
-during these three years quentin's father thinks him seeing freddy again is just a product of bad ptsd from the murders and wants to put him in a ward
-quentin disagrees but agrees to go to a dream research facility where he is put under and has a run in with freddy who lets him know in a cruel way that nancy is dead.
-quentin starts freaking out in the real world but is stuck asleep, his REM scales are off the charts
-he ends up with a white hair streak like in the OG
-quentin's dad still doesn't believe him and he ends up moving out of the house into his own apartment where his horrid habits just get worse
-abusing his prescription and cutting to stay awake, he starts drinking and smoking
-his entire life now is tunnel visioned on trying to kill freddy.
-he wants krueger dead and he wants to be the one to kill him.
-he trains physically and mentally for their battles and stays awake until his body gives out.
-eventually it all leads up to the fight in his dbd lore and by that time he is exhausted.
-his pure rage and spite is what attracts the entity and he willingly pulls himself into the realm with freddy.DBD LOREWhen he heard that Nancy's mother had disappeared, Quentin Smith knew instantly that their success had been short-lived. Although their plan had seemed to work flawlessly, Freddy Krueger had beaten death yet again.
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But Quentin wasn't about to give up. It may take many attempts, but he vowed that somehow they would find a way to beat Freddy, once and for all. If he didn't, it would only be a matter of time before Freddy would win and Nancy was lost.
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Someone like Quentin never attracted attention in a library, no matter how strange the texts he requested. He devoured all the information he could find, on shared dream worlds, lucid dreaming, and the methods to control the dream space. Forcing himself to stay awake, via a steady diet of pills and energy drinks, he searched through dusty volumes, finding myths about the demons that live in dreams, trapping their victims in limbo and feeding off their terror. He worked quickly as he knew that Freddy would soon be coming for him.
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It wasn't long before that moment arrived and Freddy began appearing in his dreams. He stayed at the periphery at first, taunting Quentin, seemingly hoping to tire him out. Using all that he had learned, Quentin was able to see flaws in the dream; cracks where escape routes could be formed. He tested this skill carefully, not wanting to show his hand, hoping that it would give him some kind of advantage that he could use to defeat Freddy.
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Then, one night, he found himself in the familiar environment of Badham Preschool. Freddy had tired of the taunting and had finally decided to gut him. Quentin ran through the school, his quick eyes scanning for something useful in the maze of rooms. He found a can of paint thinner and quickly formulated a plan. Once the trap was set, he waited, acting as the lure to draw Freddy into the right position. And there he was, claws scraping on metal as he closed in for the kill. Quentin allowed himself time to enjoy the surprise on Freddy’s face as the corridor ignited and then he was away, running through the building, heading for the exit that he knew existed. If he harried Freddy, weakening him and then escaping the dream, surely that would defeat him over time? Before his eyes, the cracks in the dream closed and his escape route was blocked. He was in Freddy’s secret room again, and there was nowhere to run.
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As Freddy closed in, a broad grin spreading across his ruined face, Quentin was consumed with a need to see this man finally obliterated. He wished it had been him, not his father, who threw the gas can that ended Krueger’s life, that it had been him who cut Freddy’s throat. Perhaps that desire would be enough? This was a realm of the mind after all.
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He let it consume him, concentrating all his thoughts on wishing Freddy gone. His vision was obscured with roiling tendrils of fog and, when it cleared, he was somewhere else. In another dream? If so, it wasn't his; it felt cold and unfamiliar.
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A flickering drew his attention and he realized he was by a campfire, and he wasn't alone. Other people were trapped here too, and they needed his help.

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