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Post by Quinn Stadlemeyer on Sept 14, 2008 14:01:46 GMT -5
The Player
Name: Brooke
RP Experience: 3 years or so.
Other Characters?: Avery Patrice.
The Character
Name: Quinn Avery Stadlemeyer [F.M.L]
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Schooling/Job: Secondary School
Appearance:
Some may think to themselves that this little boy was the runt of the liter or something; but the truth is he is just small. He wasn’t born breech; he didn’t have a deadly case of ammonia or something as a baby, he just simply is small. Quinn stands at a fragile 5’5’’, and doesn’t seem like he’s going to be growing any taller anytime soon. So for now he’s stuck as a runt of a sixteen year old; though he doesn’t mind it too much.
A delicate frame is casually covered in Quinn’s favorite labels and designs. His wardrobe will normally consist of band tees he finds attractive, any oddly patterned shirt he can muster enough money up to purchase, v-necks, striped sweaters, and shirts with ‘cute’ things on them. As for his lower part of his body he mainly dresses them in skinny jeans, or long shorts which in Cali were referred to as ‘baller’ shorts. Following down his choice of bottoms is normally his usual brightly colored high-tops, his own personal favorite. Though he can be caught dancing around in some slip-ons, which most likely will match with his certain outfit. Though don’t expect to see him out in the rain with those this slightly feminine boy can be found in his polka-dotted rain boots with a matching umbrella in the rain; hell, he has more rain-boots than he does regular shoes!
His wardrobe of funky colors and his favorite things tends to contrast greatly with his slightly tanned skin. It seems in California he was pale, but here he’s tanner than most! Perhaps California’s residents got more sun than his grandma and her neighbors? Along with his slightly tanned skin he boasts two beautiful gems; the right taking on a bright blue, while his left is a soft green. That being the one trait that can link him to his mother, and his grandmother. Though their eyes are slightly different from his.
Atop his head, often falling in front of his green eye is a silky head of black, though he has to straighten the bangs to get them the way he’d like them his hair dries generally straight.
Personality:
Now;;
The bouncing happy boy left Quinn’s side as he entered the small depression of being an orphan. The name struck a note with him, and made him rather glum. Currently as he is he’d be incredibly open to solitude at any given time, and will probably just sit there with his head down and think. He’d like to be happy more than anything else in the world, but feels unable to be that way. Though at home and around other people of whom he feels are going to be incredibly judgmental, he hides these emotions and got very good at it over the past few months. Now it doesn’t take much to make the sixteen-year-old cry, which is slightly pathetic. Though to him, insults hurt more than punches. He could flat out take a punch; but an insult to his family name, his mother, or himself could possibly cause him to break down and completely bawl like a baby.
Usually;;
Despite the current depression he was normally always smiling, always giggling in that girlish way. Talking to boys or girls whenever he had the chance. His trust is gained slowly thanks to past events; and he finds it easy to fall for someone, which proves to be a major problem with him. Though if he first feels a liking for someone he just met; he’ll be very shy and polite. He’ll cover his mouth when he giggles, hide his face when he’s embarrassed, basically anything a shy boy would do when faced with someone they like.
Mad;;
Though it doesn’t take much to get him slightly pissed, it takes a lot to get him very mad. He’ll go through a few things to let one know they’re crossing into dangerous territory. Mainly he’ll be loud when talking to them, and rude. His fists will clench and go down tightly to his sides. More times then not he’ll clench his jaw tightly and grind his teeth.
Sad;;
Currently; it’s been happening a lot more frequently but he’ll become like a zombie. He’ll mope about and want to be alone; because the one thing he hates the most is talking about what’s getting him so sad. Though he doesn’t really like talking about anything about himself, so he’d rather be a listener in a conversation.
Friends/Family:
· Family members:
Linda O’Donnell- Mother – Deceased
Patrick Stadlemeyer – Father – Unkown location
Judith O’Donnell- Grandmother – Guardian
· Friends:
· Enemies:
Pets/Familiar:Kitten · Name:
Cali{fornia}
· Species:
Cat
· Magical Properties:
None
· Appearance:
Quinn’s precious baby is little more than a fluff ball. Cali is the runt of a liter, which explains the small size of the kitten. Its long coat surprisingly doesn’t shed as much as expected. Though the one thing that drew Quinn to this dust bunny was her eyes; two large teal eyes poke out from a collage of black, tan-brown, and white. It’s head is covered on the right with the tan-brown; which made the top of her right ear black. While on the other side her head is black, with a tan ear. All down her back is a mixture of grayish black, black, tan, and tan-brown. Creating a sought-after calico kitten.
· History:
The runt was born into a liter of six other healthy baby kittens, grown up in the sunny state of California. The little animal was purchased by Quinn’s mother as a companion to keep at the house along with his other animal for when she was away with business, and with the frequent trips to the doctors. The name was decided as soon as he received the little animal, Cali, for California. Though he did also want Holly, for Hollywood. Though his mother helped him decide on one of their conversations via phone.
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Pets/Familiar:
· Name:
Sami
· Species:
Collie Mix
· Magical Properties:
None
· Appearance:
The appearance of the male is what got Quinn so interested in him. His coat is a mixture of browns, and tans on different levels of hue to actually make him look very unique. Sami boasts brown pads upon his agile paws as well as a brownish-pink nose to show off his skills in the sense of smell. A fluffy downy blanket covers his chest, which trails up to his jaws; shortening and going to a halt atop his head. His ears are a soft fur, colored tan; and used with a slight droop. His eyes are both a bright blue, while his left has a distinctive half blue, half brown pigment on it.
· History:
While volunteering his pointless hours at home alone to a well used and known animal shelter Quinn encountered many animals that caught his attention, but none like this dog. Sami was a ‘guard’ dog for a junkyard, kept outside 24/7 and often brought in only to be used as a moving punching bag by the owner. Anyone who tried to break into the junkyard was supposed to feel Sami’s wraith, but the people often came armed with pipes, and anything else they could use to hit human or guard dog with. Thankfully a report was made when the owner let the dog loose, injured. They rehabilitated him into a loving dog, though he had stayed there the maximum time. A day before his ‘end’; Quinn adopted him.
Character history:
Quinn’s childhood was a blurry one. Though he remembers some events in his life, it seems to be only the bad ones. Turning four years old only brought the aching sadness in the house as his mother and him realized the ‘business trip’ his father was taking was going to last longer than expected. Soon enough his mom went in debt. It took her eight years to get them back on track in an ‘ok’ life style. Though they no longer lived in the home they’d dreamed of. They downsized, and moved to an apartment. Growing up in California wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Most people believed it was all celebrities, and movie scenes. When in reality it was just like any other place when it got down to the base of it.
Finally, at the age of thirteen Quinn noticed his mother’s hospital visits getting more frequent, something was up and he’d have to wring it out of his mother; “Momma!” called the teen from the shabby old living room, slowly trotting into the hallway with chipping paint, probably lead based. The thought came to his mind, and he brought two pale fingers to the warping lines and pulled at it, causing a tiny blue flake to land on the unfinished floor beneath his feet. Their apartment wasn’t too bad, they had good furniture and everything; it was just the building that looked disgusting. Turning back to face his mother he leaned against the chipping wall and smiled, “So how was the appointment?” he asked with a wide smile.
His mother slowly turned from the door and looked at him with puffy red eyes, his heart fell in his chest and pounded quicker than ever. “Are you seriously having another kid?” Quinn growled crossing his arms in defiance and glaring at the weeping woman he called his mom. “Who’s the daddy?” he asked rolling his eyes and looked towards the floral wallpaper on the other side of the hallway. Hearing a stiff sniffle he looked back over his mismatched eyes becoming frantic, had she been raped? “Mom?” he asked softly and walked forward, gently grabbing his mother’s hand. The always-brave Linda O’Donnell was not so courageous. Whining softly she pulled her baby into a hug. “It’s cancer honey.” She said softly into his ear, her tears dampening his brown hair. Causing his lower lip to tremble softly, and his chin to dimple ever so slightly.
They both took the next two days off, holding one another in their arms, whispering old time memories, eating candy, and watching movies. Quinn got out of two days of school, which he hated horribly, and his mother got the relaxation she needed. They even moved into the same room. The thought of his mother leaving him as his father did was too much to bear alone.
Unfortunately, after their vacation it was back into the lion’s den with Quinn. It wasn’t his fault he was slender. He had a fast metabolism. Thankfully, he had something else after school to do when he was supposed to be all alone, cooped up in his house; he’d began volunteering at the animal shelter by him.
Finally school seemed to be moving quicker with his anticipation to end the day and get to the dog Sami, awaiting him in the kennels. He’d rush to the cage; and press his cheek against the bars to be greeted with over-eager kisses. Slobber would coat his cheek in a slimy fashion, he’d merely giggle it off and open the cage to finally be jumped on by the border collie mix.
It was a rustic October evening after school when he’d finally reached the shelter, clambering in he moved to Sami’s kennel, to find no dog what so ever. Slightly disappointed his favorite dog was already adopted he moped about the kennels before turning down the one hallway where the soon-to-be-euthanized dogs were. A familiar shrill yip echoed through the hall and Quinn rushed to the kennel. He quickly asked the manager if he could get Sami’s date extended, turning down the offer Quinn whined and pleaded but only came up with one answer. “Then I’d like to adopt.” He declared lifting his head high. His manager, Kurt chuckled softly, “Alright then, adopt him.” Thankfully Quinn got the dog free from the kennel and took him home that night.
The only problem was explaining it to his mother, which he thought would be hard. She worshipped his bravery though the dark circles around her eyes were getting larger. Winter came and went, leaving his mother sicker than ever. Though before taking one trip to the doctors she picked up a little piece of California that she knew Quinn would love. Once home from her visit she let Quinn see the tiny calico she’d gotten for free. They both giggled all night about how cute the little animal was, trotting around the living room and even going so far as to attack Sami’s tail.
Fun times were all Quinn could remember about his life. The age of thirteen had been his best, and his worst year. He’d gained three best friends he never thought he’d have, his mother, Sami, and Cali. And lost a best friend; his mother. Breast cancer swooped over their somewhat cozy apartment and took his most prized possession. That’s all he could think about as the large iron eagle roared high in the clouds, sending him to his only known relative. His father’s were also privately listed, and his father had run away. So the only people who seemed to want the boy of now sixteen was his grandma.
A soft sigh exited his lips as he entered the new home he’d be in, and with for the rest of his life. This was it. The end of his loser days at school, and now into being a bloody bastard. Great; what a good switch. Perhaps it was for the better? At least he was in advanced classes. Ottery St. Catchpole? What kind of town was that!
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Post by Ziggy Lupin on Sept 17, 2008 22:18:04 GMT -5
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