Quinton Myrhe
Age: 28
Height: 5'11
Appearance: Short black hair with dyed streaks, usually depending on his friends color of the whenever he decides to dye it again. Will probably be red at the start. He has gray-blue eyes and he's got a runners build, muscled and toned but still relatively skinny because he spends a lot of time not eating either because he's too fucked up and forgets or doesn't feel like it.
Drug of choice: Heroin, various pills, mixed with some of booze, some pot
Personality/slight background: He's usually pretty quiet. Not in a shy way, but he doesn't like people much. He is known to be stubborn, and doesn't pay much attention to people or his surroundings. He can be a complete asshole, but for the very, incredibly small amount of people he is close to he is very kind. Despite being nice he still closes himself off to them and never prefers speaking about personal matters or feelings.
His family is from norway, but has been in America long enough that he only has a hint of his accent when he's pretty fucked up. He has one close friend, the one who does his hair on an either monthly or bimonthly basis.
He was a runner through middle school and high school and he still runs sometimes when he's incredibly stressed, if he's not just getting fucked up instead. He usually has a pack of cloves on him with half the pack joints rather than actual cigarettes. He always had pills on him, usually he keeps his heroin at home.
One rule he has, which he likes to believe is why he is not an addict like the rest of drug addicts are(His denial), is that he only does heroin after his work shift has ended. He does not refrain from pills at all, but usually still has a pretty high level of functioning while just on those. He works technical support for a large company and no one pays him any attention as long as he shows up to his shifts, mostly he works from home, but does have to go into the office twice a week.