It's my birthday so I'm making it everyone's problem.
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2 yrs ago
I figure my presence on this site is more of a curse than a blessing.
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2 yrs ago
Be the superhero roleplay that you want to see in the world.
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2 yrs ago
Don't mind me, just making another reappearance.
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By no popular demand, I'm back.
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Bio
Years after writing my original post and funnily enough, I'm still Prose!
I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.
Keandre is a tall male with an athletic build. He's quite lean and absolutely covered in freckles, just about every inch of him is coated in a dusting of freckles. Amidst the freckles that cover his flesh, one may note the marbled burn scars that spiderweb over his hands and arms.
A handsome face with high cheekbones and a straight nose is deterred by a glaringly obvious flaw, his right eye is entirely blind. His right eye is a milky blue opaque while his left eye is a standard pale green in shade. His hair is a vibrant and natural ginger and has a bit of a wave to it though it's not often that he has it unstyled.
He can frequently be found in a brown suede jacket, usually carrying a beige messenger bag slung over his shoulder.
Personality
To put it kindly, Keandre is very blunt by nature and doesn't believe in talking bullshit. He often says what he thinks and doesn't consider the consequences of saying that, this can make him seem unapproachable. His unflinching honesty is complimented by a sharp sense of humor, a tendency towards quips that can come off as quite mean.
Unnervingly unreactive at times, it can be hard to distinguish his emotions at any given moment. He doesn't give much away in his expression or his voice, this can make him seem rather monotonous. He's not easily impressed and he can be very authorative, almost dictatorial. He's not happy unless he's in charge in some manner or form and he will often make that very clear.
It can be noted that Keandre has a terrible temper and at times he may absolutely blow his top. He's prone to small rants and pacing rampages and once these have began, it can be very hard to make them stop. Strategic and intelligent, he’s a thinker and a planner. He's likely to follow his head before his heart in any given situation.
Of course, this does not always apply. His loyalty can outweigh his thoughtful nature in some cases. When he devotes himself to someone, he often devotes everything to them and nothing can shake him from this.
Skills - Quick to the draw, as they say. He often will jump straight into the action without hesitation. - An intensive knowledge of chemistry, especially relating to corrosive chemicals and explosives. This makes his toxin production near impossible to best despite his age. - A limited knowledge of combat and how to hold his own in a fight. - Willing to do whatever it takes to survive, not easily shaken from his tasks.
Weaknesses - A bit of a self admitted alcoholic, often sneaking drinks in. - Loyal to a fault, will follow those he trusts into anything and everything. - Often loses control when he's angry, leading to him lashing out violently. - Terrible depth perception.
Brief History Keandre was raised in a bit of a hectic household with an absent father figure and a mother who didn't really know what to do with him. He was quite loved by her, treated with all of the kindness in the world but he could never seem to quite live up to her expectations and dreams. The bright young man that she saw in him was buried in his own self doubt and a growing kind of darkness that made him unreachable.
As he grew older, she began to notice signs that he wasn't handling his problems in a way that she deemed healthy. He had started to set fires, obsessing over flame as if it were something magical. It wasn't until a terrible accident happened and he lost all the vision in his right eye that he was going sent to therapy in hopes of "fixing him".
This did not end up helping him much his impulse control disorder spiraled out of control, when they received his invitation to Marchand, she send him off without hesitation.
It was all so extra. Of course, that was to be expected because Rachel was pretty extra. He'd partied with the girl a few times and it had always left him with the impression that she had something to prove. Not that he didn't like that about her, the sheer abrasiveness of her personality had been why he'd gotten along with her to begin with but they were terribly different people.
Quinn was content with the mediocre, grab him a beer and a pack of cigarettes and he was good to go. A party was a party with or without the fanfare. Looking at all of this now and there was quite a lot of fanfare. Rachel had really gone to the next level with all of this shit and he was excited, admittedly, excited but a little weary.
Quinn liked parties, sure, but he also liked his space. He didn't forsee himself getting a lot of space here and that brought out the weariness. So, here he was, excited and also somehow weary as he rode on a ferry towards Carnation Island. He exhaled smoke, leaning on his elbow to better watch the others as they laughed and chattered excitedly about what things waited for them on the island.
He didn't really have to wonder, he knew that whatever Rachel had set up, it was going to be bigger and even more vibrant than what they'd seen so far. He couldn't really blame her, she had a flair for this sort of thing and as much as he would be begrudged to admit, he found it all very impressive. He wouldn't be telling her that she'd impressed him because the last thing Rachel needed was more points for her ego but he took in the ferry with an appreciative glint in his eyes.
It was on his second drag when he spotted her out of the corner of his eye. He turned completely to get a better look at the girl who stood amongst her friends, just barely angling himself to watch her for a moment. He didn't think he knew her, but by the look of her, he wanted to know her. Long blonde hair, tied into a high ponytail beneath a red bandana, built small, very cute.
He considered approaching her and he very nearly did but the ferry was docking and he was becoming a bit too distracted to go chasing down a cute blonde. At any rate, by the time he'd glanced back over, he'd lost sight of her. Well, shit, he thought with a flicker of frustration. Maybe I'll run into her again after all of this wraps up.
He tried to focus on what Rachel was saying but he was almost too busy taking in the fire dancers and the flowers. It was exactly what he'd hoped it would be, ridiculously vibrant and full of life. It was kind od incredible how good she was at outdoing herself. He laughed to himself when Rachel retreated on the golf cart, it was all so like her.
"Christ, this is something." he mused, mostly to himself.
Rich people still kind of baffled him, even the ones he'd wound up close to over the years. It was amusing sometimes to watch the levels that they were willing and able to go to, it sometimes made him wonder how differently he might have turned out if he'd had it easy. Of course, it wasn't really the time for philosophical debates about nature, nurture or money. He had a BA in psychology so he could debate those things about other people.
Finishing off his cigarette, he flicked it away from him, grinding it beneath the toe of his sneaker. It wasn't time for any of that, it was time to enjoy himself and he entirely intended to do just that. It was just a matter of deciding where he wanted to go first.
"There couldn't be more alcohol, could there?" He joked as he took a seat at the bar near Theodore. He wasn't quite next to him but he was close enough. The other two who had beaten him to Theodore's left and right sides didn't seem unfriendly which was really all he asked for. "Actually, maybe I don't want to issue that challenge. Rachel would find a way."
Zeke didn't really drink with friends anymore, that had all stopped abruptly when he'd slipped up the first time. He knew he'd grown up a lot since then and that he wasn't the same kid that had planted a drunken kiss on his best friend but he also knew that he'd always be nervous. It wasn't easy to shake the feeling that if alcohol had blurred the boundaries once then it would blur the boundaries again.
While his friend hadn't remembered the incident and he had gotten away without any awkwardness, he had to be on his toes to make sure he didn't repeat the situation. It was a problem that he couldn't shake because while he wasn't that same kid, he was still unfortunately pretty attracted to his friend. There wasn't any hope for that attraction, but he figured that it didn't really matter as he had no intention of coming out.
People had been curious about his lack of interest in girls at first until he'd dated one. The relationship with her had ended so quickly that most just presumed he'd been burned. He hadn't been burned but she might have, he had sort of been avoiding her ever since the whole thing. It was easier to dodge her then it was to have awkward conversations about what went wrong and why they couldn't fix it.
It was easier to avoid her than to admit that he'd never really been interested in her at all.
"Water, if you don't mind." He said to the bartender, offering her an awkward smile. "Thank you." It was like that sometimes, he couldn't let himself get tangled in old feelings, he had to keep moving forward and so he did, he kept moving forward. Zeke had long since learned that life as a whole was much smoother when he kept his head out of the clouds and didn't worry so much about what once was. He did sort of miss the carelessness sometimes though.
He gave a slight nod of greeting to the others at the bar, a friendly acknowledgement of their presence. He recognized Nathan from hanging out with Theodore but he didn't recognize the girl.
Zeke met Rachel at the cafe he worked at, he hadn't expected to get so engaged in conversation with the girl who'd made her order only moments before his break but it happened. He got so distracted talking to her that he entirely failed to notice that he'd spent his full thirty minutes there. After that incident, he took to talking to her every time she came into the cafe. He even memorized her order so efficiently that he stopped needing to ask her at all.
All in all, Zeke has taken to considering her a friend.
Appearance Details Ezekiel is handsome, thanks to good genetics from both of his parents, he was born with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. His hair is a dark brown and hangs just past hia ears, it's usually very mused. He has a broad forehead and dark brows that are set low on eyes that seem constantly tired. His eyes are heavy-lidded, with medium length, dark eyelashes. His eyes are dark brown in shade and can seem very intense at times.
He has a small nose with a beaky bridge and a shapely mouth. He's built tall and lean, he has broad shoulders and slight muscle definition in his stomach and arms. He has a pale scar that stretches from the knuckle of his ring finger on his right hand, up to the start of his wrist from an accident as a child.
He tends to wear very neutral, fashionable clothing. There's almost always a jacket on his person unless it's incredibly unseasonable.
Hair: Brunette | Wavy | Kept longish and messy.
Eyes: Brown.
Height: 5'9".
Body Type: Broad in the shoulders and chest, lean.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Prominent scar on his hand.
Personality Traits
A born introvert, Ezekiel prefers to have time to himself and can be quite disagreeable if he's denied that time to himself. This isn't to say that he hates people altogether, just that he needs time to recharge after social ventures. He's very open and honest in conversation, a generally agreeable guy. Talking to him isn't much of a struggle and he has a warm humor about him.
He's very smart, the kind of person who sucks up knowledge like a sponge. He loves to learn new things and he's always searching for some new branch of knowledge to balance upon. He especially has a love of insects and he knows more about them than any other subject. This can lead to him sharing this information with whatever poor party that's willing to listen to him.
He also has a particularly good memory, holding onto details that might have otherwise been forgotten. It also helps that he tends to take notes and keeps an active journal. He's very private about the contents of his journal and keeps it hidden in his room. He has a slight worry of one of his siblings finding it.
At times, he can be a bit moody. These times are usually a result of him being cranky from lack of sleep or being surrounded in too many people for too long. When he gets into one of his "moods", he tends to snap at people or say things that he otherwise wouldn't. He'll usually apologize for these outbursts within the hour or sulk about it if the other party got angry in return.
Upbringing Synopsis
Ezekiel was raised in a privileged household, with a big family and a reasonable amount of money. He had just about everything he ever needed. He spent his childhood catching bugs and bringing them indoors (much to the dismay of his mother) and quickly became very interested in all kinds of insects. He learned as much as he could about the insects that he caught, pouring over library books and basically becoming an encyclopedia of bug facts. Despite this quirk, he was a fairly normal young boy.
His hunger for knowledge only grew as he got older. It expanded to new subjects, it became his favorite past time. If he learned something new, he spent days upon days researching it and becoming as knowledgeable as he could about it. This love of learning inspired extremely good grades. Even if he didn't like a subject, he found it relatively easy to learn.
He connected easily with boys in his age group and was even popular amongst the girls to some degree. People liked him, he liked people for the most part. Ezekiel was not a hard person to get along with. That's why it was especially strange when he never started dating. When asked about his interest in the girls that he knew, he seemed to think the idea of dating was ludicrous. Little did anyone know, he was dodging the truth about himself and had been for years.
By the time he turned sixteen, he was starting to realize his growing attraction to men and that made him very uncomfortable. He didn't know how to talk about this or who he could talk to about it so he kept it inside. He seemed to figure that it would go away if he didn't give it attention, he was very wrong. In fact, it seemed more and more apparent that he wasn't finding women attractive.
Despite his strong relationship with his family, he couldn't bring himself to talk about this. He would dodge questions that got too close for comfort and he'd pretend like everything was fine. He was the type to encourage his friends to do whatever made them happy while not following his own advice in the slightest.
Around the age of seventeen, he had his first kiss. Though this was never spoken of out loud, it's written in explicit detail in his journal. At a small house party, he had gotten a little tipsy and made the mistake of kissing a close male friend of his. Though they agreed that this was just a product of the alcohol in his bloodstream, he was unable to forget it.
3:20 A.M.
Tonight I messed up. It was an accident, I swear by that. I know you don't believe me but it was an accident. I never would have done that if I'd been completely sober but God, it made something inside of me. . . I can't finish that, it's too cheesy. Rest assured, I enjoyed it.
I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't drink around people anymore. Tonight I kissed him. I don't want to name him, that'll ruin the fantasy. If I put his name here, it'll make this more real somehow. It was fleeting, a single moment of fire where my lips touched his. I could feel him freeze, I knew he was confused. Hell, I was confused too. His mouth tasted like alcohol and spearmint gum, it seared into my teeth.
I touched his hair before he pulled back, my fingers got caught in it for just a brief moment. His lips had been dry, I wondered if mine were too. I self consciously licked my lips afterwards, I couldn't speak. I was staring at him as this sick sense of awe and wonder spread through my chest. Somewhere there was fireworks and flowers blooming. There were colors sparkling behind my eyes.
He laughed, really laughed, and I smiled at him. I was so confused. I should have known that he was laughing because he thought that in my drunken stupor, I'd forgotten he was a boy. I wish that was the case. If that had been the case then I wouldn't be sitting here, my heart pounding in my chest, in my bedroom, seeping in my own wretchedness. I wouldn't feel the heat of his mouth on mine, I wouldn't be touching my lips right now to see if they feel as hot as I think they do.
I keep thinking of how his cheeks looked flushed. Was it from the beer in his hand or because he'd been embarrassed by my kiss? I know that I must have been beat red when he'd looked at me, I'm not sure he noticed. I'm not sure people notice things as much as I do.
Like, I noticed that there was this girl near us when it happened. She'd paused to stare at us as we stared at each other. A circle of awkwardness, tension so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. She was a witness to my fumbling words and shaking hands.
Did she notice that my hands were shaking? Did he?
She hurried away after awhile, I think she realized that I kept glancing at her. I kept giving her looks. Help me, please looks. I was a drowning man at sea, clinging to the light shining above my head, and then she left. Plunged into darkness, I drifted downwards after that. I laughed at my own idiocy, he laughed too.
It was all so funny. I guess, in a cosmic way, it sort of is. It's sort of hilarious. The aching in my chest is an absolute riot. I'd be laughing right now if I didn't feel like breaking into tears.
God, it was awful but I satisfied some morbid curiosity within myself. I liked the brief hope of kissing him. I don't know if I'll ever recover from that. Can I force this front of liking girls forever when it feels so wrong? I'm not sure. It's not the same with girls.
I've had more than enough chances to pursue girls, I've taken none of them. Maybe I should have. Maybe I'll find that I like it somehow.
It's 3:35 A.M. now and I'm wondering what it would have felt like if he'd kissed me back.
At eighteen, he forced himself into a relationship with a girl and it was very strained. It was obvious that there was a lot of distance between the two. He was emotionally and physically distant and she was often left on the sidelines. They dated for about a year before he couldn't seem to take it any longer and broke it off. He never explained his reasoning for breaking up with her but it inspired talk from the locals.
He's avoided dating like the plague ever since and remains in the closet to this day. Recently, he's thrown himself into his job and tried to focus on his insect collection to occupy himself but recieving the invitation from Rachel pulled him out of his funk. At least for the time being.
Misc.
Milo Ventimiglia | #f26522 - Zeke has a form of insomnia commonly brought on by stress. - Zeke collects insects and he's quite proud of his collection. - He dreams of being an entomologist someday. - He's in the closet and has no intention of coming out.
Zeke met Rachel at the cafe he worked at, he hadn't expected to get so engaged in conversation with the girl who'd made her order only moments before his break but it happened. He got so distracted talking to her that he entirely failed to notice that he'd spent his full thirty minutes there. After that incident, he took to talking to her every time she came into the cafe. He even memorized her order so efficiently that he stopped needing to ask her at all.
All in all, Zeke has taken to considering her a friend.
Appearance Details Ezekiel is handsome, thanks to good genetics from both of his parents, he was born with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. His hair is a dark brown and hangs just past hia ears, it's usually very mused. He has a broad forehead and dark brows that are set low on eyes that seem constantly tired. His eyes are heavy-lidded, with medium length, dark eyelashes. His eyes are dark brown in shade and can seem very intense at times.
He has a small nose with a beaky bridge and a shapely mouth. He's built tall and lean, he has broad shoulders and slight muscle definition in his stomach and arms. He has a pale scar that stretches from the knuckle of his ring finger on his right hand, up to the start of his wrist from an accident as a child.
He tends to wear very neutral, fashionable clothing. There's almost always a jacket on his person unless it's incredibly unseasonable.
Hair: Brunette | Wavy | Kept longish and messy.
Eyes: Brown.
Height: 5'9".
Body Type: Broad in the shoulders and chest, lean.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Prominent scar on his hand.
Personality Traits
A born introvert, Ezekiel prefers to have time to himself and can be quite disagreeable if he's denied that time to himself. This isn't to say that he hates people altogether, just that he needs time to recharge after social ventures. He's very open and honest in conversation, a generally agreeable guy. Talking to him isn't much of a struggle and he has a warm humor about him.
He's very smart, the kind of person who sucks up knowledge like a sponge. He loves to learn new things and he's always searching for some new branch of knowledge to balance upon. He especially has a love of insects and he knows more about them than any other subject. This can lead to him sharing this information with whatever poor party that's willing to listen to him.
He also has a particularly good memory, holding onto details that might have otherwise been forgotten. It also helps that he tends to take notes and keeps an active journal. He's very private about the contents of his journal and keeps it hidden in his room. He has a slight worry of one of his siblings finding it.
At times, he can be a bit moody. These times are usually a result of him being cranky from lack of sleep or being surrounded in too many people for too long. When he gets into one of his "moods", he tends to snap at people or say things that he otherwise wouldn't. He'll usually apologize for these outbursts within the hour or sulk about it if the other party got angry in return.
Upbringing Synopsis
Ezekiel was raised in a privileged household, with a big family and a reasonable amount of money. He had just about everything he ever needed. He spent his childhood catching bugs and bringing them indoors (much to the dismay of his mother) and quickly became very interested in all kinds of insects. He learned as much as he could about the insects that he caught, pouring over library books and basically becoming an encyclopedia of bug facts. Despite this quirk, he was a fairly normal young boy.
His hunger for knowledge only grew as he got older. It expanded to new subjects, it became his favorite past time. If he learned something new, he spent days upon days researching it and becoming as knowledgeable as he could about it. This love of learning inspired extremely good grades. Even if he didn't like a subject, he found it relatively easy to learn.
He connected easily with boys in his age group and was even popular amongst the girls to some degree. People liked him, he liked people for the most part. Ezekiel was not a hard person to get along with. That's why it was especially strange when he never started dating. When asked about his interest in the girls that he knew, he seemed to think the idea of dating was ludicrous. Little did anyone know, he was dodging the truth about himself and had been for years.
By the time he turned sixteen, he was starting to realize his growing attraction to men and that made him very uncomfortable. He didn't know how to talk about this or who he could talk to about it so he kept it inside. He seemed to figure that it would go away if he didn't give it attention, he was very wrong. In fact, it seemed more and more apparent that he wasn't finding women attractive.
Despite his strong relationship with his family, he couldn't bring himself to talk about this. He would dodge questions that got too close for comfort and he'd pretend like everything was fine. He was the type to encourage his friends to do whatever made them happy while not following his own advice in the slightest.
Around the age of seventeen, he had his first kiss. Though this was never spoken of out loud, it's written in explicit detail in his journal. At a small house party, he had gotten a little tipsy and made the mistake of kissing a close male friend of his. Though they agreed that this was just a product of the alcohol in his bloodstream, he was unable to forget it.
3:20 A.M.
Tonight I messed up. It was an accident, I swear by that. I know you don't believe me but it was an accident. I never would have done that if I'd been completely sober but God, it made something inside of me. . . I can't finish that, it's too cheesy. Rest assured, I enjoyed it.
I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't drink around people anymore. Tonight I kissed him. I don't want to name him, that'll ruin the fantasy. If I put his name here, it'll make this more real somehow. It was fleeting, a single moment of fire where my lips touched his. I could feel him freeze, I knew he was confused. Hell, I was confused too. His mouth tasted like alcohol and spearmint gum, it seared into my teeth.
I touched his hair before he pulled back, my fingers got caught in it for just a brief moment. His lips had been dry, I wondered if mine were too. I self consciously licked my lips afterwards, I couldn't speak. I was staring at him as this sick sense of awe and wonder spread through my chest. Somewhere there was fireworks and flowers blooming. There were colors sparkling behind my eyes.
He laughed, really laughed, and I smiled at him. I was so confused. I should have known that he was laughing because he thought that in my drunken stupor, I'd forgotten he was a boy. I wish that was the case. If that had been the case then I wouldn't be sitting here, my heart pounding in my chest, in my bedroom, seeping in my own wretchedness. I wouldn't feel the heat of his mouth on mine, I wouldn't be touching my lips right now to see if they feel as hot as I think they do.
I keep thinking of how his cheeks looked flushed. Was it from the beer in his hand or because he'd been embarrassed by my kiss? I know that I must have been beat red when he'd looked at me, I'm not sure he noticed. I'm not sure people notice things as much as I do.
Like, I noticed that there was this girl near us when it happened. She'd paused to stare at us as we stared at each other. A circle of awkwardness, tension so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. She was a witness to my fumbling words and shaking hands.
Did she notice that my hands were shaking? Did he?
She hurried away after awhile, I think she realized that I kept glancing at her. I kept giving her looks. Help me, please looks. I was a drowning man at sea, clinging to the light shining above my head, and then she left. Plunged into darkness, I drifted downwards after that. I laughed at my own idiocy, he laughed too.
It was all so funny. I guess, in a cosmic way, it sort of is. It's sort of hilarious. The aching in my chest is an absolute riot. I'd be laughing right now if I didn't feel like breaking into tears.
God, it was awful but I satisfied some morbid curiosity within myself. I liked the brief hope of kissing him. I don't know if I'll ever recover from that. Can I force this front of liking girls forever when it feels so wrong? I'm not sure. It's not the same with girls.
I've had more than enough chances to pursue girls, I've taken none of them. Maybe I should have. Maybe I'll find that I like it somehow.
It's 3:35 A.M. now and I'm wondering what it would have felt like if he'd kissed me back.
At eighteen, he forced himself into a relationship with a girl and it was very strained. It was obvious that there was a lot of distance between the two. He was emotionally and physically distant and she was often left on the sidelines. They dated for about a year before he couldn't seem to take it any longer and broke it off. He never explained his reasoning for breaking up with her but it inspired talk from the locals.
He's avoided dating like the plague ever since and remains in the closet to this day. Recently, he's thrown himself into his job and tried to focus on his insect collection to occupy himself but recieving the invitation from Rachel pulled him out of his funk. At least for the time being.
Misc.
Milo Ventimiglia | #f26522 - Zeke has a form of insomnia commonly brought on by stress. - Zeke collects insects and he's quite proud of his collection. - He dreams of being an entomologist someday. - I had beef jerky for lunch.
Quinn met Rachel at one of the many parties he frequented, there was an almost instant connection between the two though this could have been partially do to how wasted they both were. Perhaps unbeknownst to Rachel, he hadn't been having the best night until she'd shown up and in a way she'd brought him out of a pretty terrible mood. She also took his flirtations in surpringly good humor.
The two spent the night joking and laughing until he inevitably had to go. He sort of kept an eye out for her from then on while bouncing from party to party.
Appearance Details Quinn is a very tall and gangly fellow, he stands in around an even six feet in height. He's very slender, lacking much muscle at all and maintains narrow hips and shoulders. His frame is naturally very slight and his legs are very long, he is also very pale. He has very few freckles or scars but the freckles that he does have are very prominent and dark.
He has extremely curly hair that is very dark in color, so dark that it's almost black. This hair frames a pointed, youthful face with high cheekbones. He has very thick, dark brows that sit low over jade green eyes. His lips are nicely shaped and he has a slight dimple in his chin.
He is prone to wearing highly casual clothing, though he has a noticeable fondness for plaid.
Hair: Brunette | Curly | Messy
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'0".
Body Type: Tall, lean and wiry.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: His left hand has a tattoo of three black stars that curve over the back of his thumb.
Personality Traits
Quinn is a jokester, the type of guy that never takes things seriously. He breezes through life with little to no care for anything around him, while this light-hearted approach leads to him having very little stress, it also leads to him being a major underachiever. He doesn't follow through with commitments and he hates to be tied down.
He's very friendly most of the time, though there seems to be an undertone of bitterness to his personality. He's passive in regards to the feelings of others and he has a tendency towards snide remarks. He seems to have an edge of self-deprecation in everything that he says about himself, though a lot of it is masked in sharp humor. He's very clever and able to work things out quickly, he's often the first to suggest plans and ideas
He can be slightly reckless at times, seems to try to live as fast-paced as he can. He's prone to self-destructive habits and will often engage in risky behavior. He seems to constantly be testing the edge of just how far that he can go before something bad happens.
Upbringing Synopsis
Quinn Alan Lloyd was born into what could only be considered a low income home. There was a constant struggle to keep food on the table and his parents were constantly working, it made for a very distant relationship with them. The distance between him and his parents lead to a lot of missed events and them never really knowing much about their son. Quinn was unhappy in this environment, though there wasn't much that he could do about it.
He understood as best as a kid could that necessity deemed that his parents would have to work extra hard to take care of him. Despite this distance between him and them, he understood that they cared about him. His relationship with his parents was never really the problem, the problem was what happened when he was in middle school. In middle school, his mother divorced his father after a four year long affair that everyone in the household had been turning their heads to.
In her absence, Quinn's shaky existence became even shakier. They were barely raking in enough money to keep their house, the kid was practically living on school lunch and whatever his dad could afford to buy that night. By highschool, Quinn had developed a kind of bitterness towards his mother that became more and more evident each time that they interacted. After awhile, she stopped trying to connect to her unreachable son altogether.
After they completely disconnected, Quinn began to fall into a cycle of bad habits as if to compensate for how bad that he was feeling. Fights became frequent, he was constantly getting in tiffs with other students and he had picked up a habit for smoking, he became obsessed with parties and drinking himself silly. His father was working harder than ever to maintain their household, it was only natural that he wouldn't have the time to keep his wild son in check.
This behavior seemingly never stopped, not even when he went into college, barely scraping by on a trustfund that was set up by his grandparents. Quinn was a little more than excited to get an invitation from Rachel.
Misc.
Robert Sheehan | #8dc73f - Quinn suffers from MDD. - He's hellishly afraid of spiders.
Quinn met Rachel at one of the many parties he frequented, there was an almost instant connection between the two though this could have been partially do to how wasted they both were. Perhaps unbeknownst to Rachel, he hadn't been having the best night until she'd shown up and in a way she'd brought him out of a pretty terrible mood. She also took his flirtations in surpringly good humor.
The two spent the night joking and laughing until he inevitably had to go. He sort of kept an eye out for her from then on while bouncing from party to party.
Appearance Details Quinn is a very tall and gangly fellow, he stands in around an even six feet in height. He's very slender, lacking much muscle at all and maintains narrow hips and shoulders. His frame is naturally very slight and his legs are very long, he is also very pale. He has very few freckles or scars but the freckles that he does have are very prominent and dark.
He has extremely curly hair that is very dark in color, so dark that it's almost black. This hair frames a pointed, youthful face with high cheekbones. He has very thick, dark brows that sit low over jade green eyes. His lips are nicely shaped and he has a slight dimple in his chin.
He is prone to wearing highly casual clothing, though he has a noticeable fondness for plaid.
Hair: Brunette | Curly | Messy
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'0".
Body Type: Tall, lean and wiry.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: His left hand has a tattoo of three black stars that curve over the back of his thumb.
Personality Traits
Quinn is a jokester, the type of guy that never takes things seriously. He breezes through life with little to no care for anything around him, while this light-hearted approach leads to him having very little stress, it also leads to him being a major underachiever. He doesn't follow through with commitments and he hates to be tied down.
He's very friendly most of the time, though there seems to be an undertone of bitterness to his personality. He's passive in regards to the feelings of others and he has a tendency towards snide remarks. He seems to have an edge of self-deprecation in everything that he says about himself, though a lot of it is masked in sharp humor. He's very clever and able to work things out quickly, he's often the first to suggest plans and ideas
He can be slightly reckless at times, seems to try to live as fast-paced as he can. He's prone to self-destructive habits and will often engage in risky behavior. He seems to constantly be testing the edge of just how far that he can go before something bad happens.
Upbringing Synopsis
Quinn Alan Lloyd was born into what could only be considered a low income home. There was a constant struggle to keep food on the table and his parents were constantly working, it made for a very distant relationship with them. The distance between him and his parents lead to a lot of missed events and them never really knowing much about their son. Quinn was unhappy in this environment, though there wasn't much that he could do about it.
He understood as best as a kid could that necessity deemed that his parents would have to work extra hard to take care of him. Despite this distance between him and them, he understood that they cared about him. His relationship with his parents was never really the problem, the problem was what happened when he was in middle school. In middle school, his mother divorced his father after a four year long affair that everyone in the household had been turning their heads to.
In her absence, Quinn's shaky existence became even shakier. They were barely raking in enough money to keep their house, the kid was practically living on school lunch and whatever his dad could afford to buy that night. By highschool, Quinn had developed a kind of bitterness towards his mother that became more and more evident each time that they interacted. After awhile, she stopped trying to connect to her unreachable son altogether.
After they completely disconnected, Quinn began to fall into a cycle of bad habits as if to compensate for how bad that he was feeling. Fights became frequent, he was constantly getting in tiffs with other students and he had picked up a habit for smoking, he became obsessed with parties and drinking himself silly. His father was working harder than ever to maintain their household, it was only natural that he wouldn't have the time to keep his wild son in check.
This behavior seemingly never stopped, not even when he went into college, barely scraping by on a trustfund that was set up by his grandparents. Quinn was a little more than excited to get an invitation from Rachel.
Misc.
Robert Sheehan | #8dc73f - Quinn suffers from MDD. - He's a hell of an aranchnophobe. - I haven't had lunch. :(
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I'm twenty something, I like superheroes, magic and well... anything that happens to catch my eye. Sometimes I take random breaks from this site and reappear when you least expect me. Sorry about that. It's the mental health. I thrive in high casual settings and I like to write the same characters over and over so expect to see them regurgitated across different threads.[/center]
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