Unfortunately I didn't back up the code I had. So this is just the background image. D<
However, I do have the original "Our Story" text, which is Q(the character) describing how he met Ven(the character). That is below.
Alright so here's the deal. I was minding my own business when I had taken a trip to Scotland to do some modeling shoot for.. I forget what. Then I go to this bar and this kid with blue horns is the tender. I felt rude if I ordered a Scotch, so I asked him for a recommendation. He told me to get some really salty pussy woman's drink that made me sick. And Ven Loraine has been causing me trouble ever since. That cambion bastard.
He wears blue and black and I wear Red and black. He has this ugly horns sticking out of his head and I've got this Saluki tail. I guess we're fit to be together or something. He's made me try some things I wish I could forget, but at least I've done just as bad to him. He's 18 and I'm 24. Does that mean I'm into little kids? Honestly, I dunno. But he's kinda cute. I hope he gets older soon 'cause I'm sick of this whole "pedo" thing being thrown around a lot. Well, at least he doesn't tell me I can't smoke or drink. Shit would happen if he told me to quit. BAD SHIT. D<
Ven keeps up with all the technology and crap. I'm just here to put my opinion on things. Computers? Give me a break. The highest tech thing I've got is a cellphone. And I don't even like it. The Agency gave it to me so they could call me.
My first name is Quatre Bornes. Yes, my first name is two words. Shut up. Just call me Q, or Bornes. Quatre is a name I dislike. I'm told it's the name of some wussy cartoon character with.. gundamns in it... or some such crap. I don't know, I don't watch TV. Anyway, I suppose you're wanting to know about my past, right? Sure. Okay.
I speak fluent french, and fluent English, as I'm sure you can hear. And no accent! Beat that! But I suppose you woman-types would like an accent. I can fake one if you really want. But I'm not going to do that stupid thing where I say some lame saying in French and you goggle at it because it's "beautiful". French is not a beautiful language. It's a crappy language. English is way better.
Oh, and I almost forgot. Ven's defining feature is his ass. Yes. There is none better. Well. His hair is kind of cool too, but no. His butt is some fine quality Cambion.
For his ass.
<3
I was born on this little island called Maritius. It's off the coast of Africa. My parents named me after where they met: Quatre Bornes. Pretty lame, if you ask me. I never knew my mother, and if what I hear is right, she was some type of gypsy hybrid werewolf thing and that's why I have a tail and loads of health problems. Like my eyesight. Do you know how much I would kill to have NORMAL eyes? I have perfect night vision, but that doesn't help me when everyone FUNCTIONS DURING THE FUCKING DAY. So I have to carry around these dark sunglasses and hope to god they don't fall off because if they do I'd probably go blind.
So I was carted off to France almost as soon as I was born. My father is a strategist for the French Militia. He pushed me into military academies, so I grew up around boys my entire life. I didn't even know boobs and pussies existed until I was about 16. Yeah, if you make fun of me for that I'll punch you. I'm not kidding. Right there in your whiteheaded pimple. Yeah, that one. The one that really hurts when you touch it. You're disgusting.
So I wanted to be a Sniper, but Father was completely against it. Said I should be a strategist like he was. Then I made this mistake of telling him I was in love with some boy. And that's how I got my scar. Did I mention that my hair is prematurely grey? That's because apparently I wasn't as human looking as I am today. I don't remember too much of my younger years, but I guess Father pulled a lot of strings to have a bunch of experimental surgeries preformed on me, so I could be "normal". Guess he cares about me in his own way.
I ran away with my boyfriend at the time to New York when I was 18. I was doing hard labor as an illegal for about a year or so at the piers until some agent picked me up and I became the fag model I am today. Haha.
... But I think he's lying about being half-incubus. I don't believe in that superstitious crap. He's probably just some mutant with horns.
But it's okay. I love him anyway.