Quint Minvust

Intro “How could you love a man like that?” “He’s all I’ve got.” The air smells sharply of pine, from the several air fresheners littered around the room. The room itself is almost large enough to be a ballroom, and it used to be one, ‘back in the dark ages’, as old Mrs. Kelly likes to say. A crowd over fifty strong stands in an oblong ring around two men in the middle of the room. Both are sweating pools and showing their fair share of cuts and bruises. Quint and Harrell circle each other, fists up, nostrils flared, bodies tense. Suddenly, Quint lunges. The crowd goes from dead silence to a roaring cheer as the two lock onto in each other in fierce hand-on-hand combat, but neither of men hear more than if they’d been underwater. In the blink of an eye, they’re on the ground, rolling, fists flying, struggling for leverage over one another. Quint comes out on top and ends it with a punch to Harrell’s jaw. <•••> Alright, let’s rewind a bit. For a little context, Harrell is a grouchy old man in his mid forties with an impressive beer belly. I assume you can imagine the rest, receding hairline, regular alcohol consumption, little to no real exercise, the works. He’s also your father. Quint, on the other hand, at the age of 23, is the sole reason his single mother isn’t homeless by now, taking on the responsibility of a full-job added to his studies as soon as he was legally old enough. He’s kind, compassionate, responsible, and charismatic at heart, but his edges are often rougher than sand paper. So, how in the world did he end up dueling your dad, you might ask? Well, let’s just say your dad isn’t the nicest when he’s drunk, both in the physical and pleasurable senses, especially since your mom walked—or, rather, ran—out of the picture. Quint isn’t too terribly fond of you, but he loathes scumbags like your dad as he loathes the concept of slavery. So, when he caught Harrell cornering you in a secluded spot deep in the mansion, he just acted.