#about Quentin Coldwater tbt

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Look who just woke up- is that JASON RALPH? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s QUENTIN COLDWATER from THE MAGICIANS. I heard he is 28 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a A BEING SHY AND ANXIOUS AND OFTEN NOT BELIEVING IN HIMSELF; DETERMINED TO MAKE UP FOR HIS MISTAKES; EVEN WHEN IT COMES WITH A HIGH PRICE; SOMETIMES NOT KNOWING WHEN IT WOULD BE BETTER TO LET SOMETHING GO impression. They’re known to be quite INTELLIGENT, but have a tendency to be INTROVERTED on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : he/him

How long have they been in Sydney : in reality, Quentin arrive only recently, however, in his fake life, he came to Sydney for treatment and college

Which suburb do they live in? tba

Personality description : Quentin is always shy and insecure, worried to say or do the wrong things and generally, not trusting strangers very much. While he is loyal to the end towards his friends on the other hand, he still has troubles to express his feelings and needs on most days

Memories of their real life :

Quentin… my poor precious boy who always thought there should be more in life than what the eye can see

he did always believe the fictional world of Fillory does really exist

Q was suffering from isolation anxiety, and did even spend some time in a Mental Health Clinic because of major depression (medication included)

He is still pretty anxious at times, and not very self-confident either, but it is getting better: He is having good and not so good days at this point

Q does remember Brakebills, the friends he made there - especially Eliot and Alice - and the struggles and hardships they got through.

He remembers how they all managed to bring magic back into the world, however, he has no idea what the price of it was (loss of memories and a fake life) and he also does not know anything yet about his later death.

What was their fake life like : 

Q's fake life had not really been much better than his real one. As a boy, he did not really have any friends expect those hiding between the pages of books. He was shy, uncertain, and an easy target for bullying.

Maybe it was because of the early death of his mother and his father not knowing how to raise the boy himself, seeing the man was having his own mental issues since that day.

When Q started to talk to his imaginary friends, his father did send him to a lot of doctors, but nothing really helped.

It was only when Q turned 18, and got the money from his heritage, that things got a little better. He found a place at a college in Sydney, and a therapist he was going to regulary to work on his trauma.

Quote: "Most of my life I've been in and out of hospitals, and you know, just suicidal thoughts and notes, and…a lot of notes. Attempts, and meds, and therapy, and then I found Brakebills, and all that went away. I thought that…Did I do something brave to save my friends? Or did I finally find a way to kill myself?"

Hobbies: Books, books, and.... a lot of books. And self-tought magical tricks

personality type: INFP - Quentin is fiercely loyal, he's thoughtful and caring. He'll solve any problem in order to help save his friends and even the world. People with an INFP personality are analytical yet idealistic

theme song: Secondhand Serenade - Fix You

[kingmagician]

Quentin felt ruined too. He had that in common with the Neitherlands. He felt like a frozen tundra where nothing grew and nothing would ever grow again. He had finished his quest, and it had cost him everything and everyone he'd done it for. The equation balanced perfectly: all canceled out. And without his crown, or his throne, or Fillory, or even his friends, he had no idea who he was. But something had changed inside him too. He didn't understand it yet, but he felt it. Somehow, even though he'd lost everything, he felt more like a king now than he ever did when he was one. Not like a toy king. He felt real. He waved to the empty square the way he used to wave to the people from the balcony in Fillory. Overhead the clouds were breaking apart. He could see a pale sky, and the sun was pushing through. He hadn't even known there was a sun here. The silver watch Eliot gave him was ticking along in an inside pocket of his best topcoat, the one with the seed pearls and the silver thread, like a cat purring, or a second heart. The air was chilly but it was warming up, and the ground was littered with puddles of meltwater. Stubborn green shoots were forcing themselves up between the paving stones, cracking the old rock, in spite of everything.

— The Magician King, Lev Grossman

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♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ Quentin Coldwater Playlist  ♬ ♫ ♩ ♪

#01 Secondhand Serenade - Fix You || #02 Jack Savoretti - Dreamers || #03 Evanescence - My Immortal || #04 Heather Alexander - Shadow-Lover || #05 Poets Of The Fall - Beautiful Ones || #06 Roxette - Fading Like A Flower