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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:18 pm
Table of Contents 0.) T.O.C.
1.) User Description
2.) Character's Description
3.) History
4.) RP Example
5.) Extra?
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:22 pm
User Description Username: Krysin
Nickname: Kry, Krys
Age: 18
Location: Missing (Last seen in the EST timezone)
Interests: Reading, writing, TWEWY, board games, card games, House
Interesting Facts: I have a very large family. >: Beware of my family values. BEWARE.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:24 pm
Character's Description Full Name: Quinn David Dacey
Nicknames: N/A, just Quinn
Nationality/Ethnicity: Predominantly English, but has smaller genetic influences from other European countries (German, Belgian, French).
D.O.B.: January 20th 2007
Age: 15
Height: 5'6
Weight: 129 lbs.
Body-type: Average (he doesn't have any access fat hanging around, and could be considered a little on the slim side, but for the most part he's 'average')
Eye color: Indigo
Hair color/style: His hair, from a distance, appears black, though it's actually a dark purple (he had fun experimenting with hair dye one day, likely out of idle curiosity on how his hair would turn out - naturally it is an ashy-brown color). It isn't cut often or on any sort of schedule, so for the most part it has a slight wave (he was curly-headed as a kid, but the curls evened out into waves as he matured) and reaches down just past his ears. (Basically you can do his hair however you want to, as long as it isn't a buzz cut -shudders-)
Skin tone: Fair-skinned, far from being pale, slightly tanned is probably the best way to describe it.
Extra Note About Skin: He has a dark freckle at the far corner, slightly underneath his left eye.
Clothes: He's a very casual dresser, and is most often seen in a baggy jeans and a plain t-shirt. There may be some small design on the t-shirt, but he usually just reaches for whatever is in his closet and goes.
Accessories: He had his ears pierced when he was little, and it's rare that he goes a day without the same silver studs in them.
Personality: He had always been a little quiet, and it wasn't because he didn't enjoy conversation with the other children his age, he just didn't see much point in saying more than what needed to be said, and even an inherent shyness he had when he was younger. But, that was something he got over. Recently, though, he's become even more quiet because of overusing his voice - and being scared that he might damage his vocal chords further. He developed nodules on his vocal chords (little bumps that rub together when he talks and creates a rasping noise), but those will go away in a few weeks. When that phase of his life is over, he'll be a more eager conversationist, and enjoy hanging around with the other students, even though years of being mostly away from children his age has left him a little socially awkward (which he is sure to overcome in time).
He has always been the child to follow in his parents footsteps, and to the day is still disgusted with how the humans had treated the aliens - and when he thinks on it, it becomes easy for him to see how the events preluding Thanksgiving Day, 2015 could happen and were almost destined to happen. He's sympathetic to the unintelligent race of aliens the humans took advantage of, but when it comes to human survival and alien survival - he'll always pick humans. His parents pressed upon him that sense of duty, and so he feels obligated in a way to help the human race, which will make him more attentive to his studies. It will be learning first, playtime later for Quinn.
Though, he will be making time specifically to practice his violin - around a hour or so each day. He'll variate through instruments, because he's learned to play many types over his short years. But, to his dismay, he'll stop practicing his fencing less and less to concentrate on school work and what really 'matters' to him. He'll practice a few times a week, but not as regularly or as intensive as he did back at his cousin's farmhouse. Most of the time he'll be practicing in his dorm, and usually just certain moves of stances. Again, he'll be pushing back all the extra things he enjoys to focus on what he thinks needs to be focused on. He's dedicated to his schoolwork and his music, and could easily be called a perfectionist when it comes to that. But he doesn't feel the need to extend his perfection further than that. He'll never take interest in becoming the best fencer - for him that's fun.
Quinn truly is a kind-hearted kid, and it's hard to find a mean bone in his body (but oh, there are some things he can get angry over - but he's not very good at arguing, so would usually dissolve into some angry sputtering). He's open-minded and considerate, and yet he still does things he can get angry over - such as someone believing that all aliens are evil, and that what they did to them before the Earthian Wars was acceptable. His parents taught him differently, and he will continually stand beside them and what they've taught him.
Talent: His talent is music, but he'll be invited for the prospect of using it in a fashion to manipulate/evoke/utilize magic.
Hobbies: He has taken up fencing, and it is one of his more favorite things to do - because he doesn't really feel the need to excel in it like he does music (to please his mother). On top of that, he enjoys reading and being around other people - he doesn't necessarily talk a lot, but he would get lonely if he's not at least in the company of another person for some time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:28 pm
History Born January 20th, 2007, Quinn grew up in a relatively peaceful (but cramped) house in the streets of London. He was an only child, though he had once overheard a conversation between his parents about wanting another – the wish never came to happen. But, as a single child he became a little spoilt, not in the snobby rich-kid fashion, but rather in the kind that he didn’t know what loss was, and didn’t really think much about people worse off than himself, as if they did not exist. His mother was a musician and composer, and a little bit of a political activist on the side. His father was even more-so of a political activist, though made a hearty income from working as a sales rep for Toyota.
From just a few months old his parents had put effort into their son being given a rich lifestyle. They put him through baby sign language courses so they could better communicate with him as a baby and toddler, they were highly hands-on when he started learning to read and write. His mother would sing to him and teach him to follow along on the little music sheet filled with bars and notes. They did what they could to stoke his learning, though his mother took more part in his development than his father. He started tooting away on the recorder when he was five, and was advanced through a few instruments before he decided he liked the violin the best.
He doesn’t remember much of the early years of his schooling, though his parents kept a record of his achievements (which were apparently many in numbers). His clear intelligence was likely more due to his parents’ effort in raising him more than any natural-born intellect. Learning came naturally and easy to him, though his mother and father were stern with him when it came to studying and doing his work (left alone he might have slacked off).
Quinn never understood the scope of how against his parents had been of the alien mistreatment – but the values were pressed upon him, that no creature should be treated so inhumanely.
His parents were active followers of Prinwaltz, and so Thanksgiving Day, 2015 when the aliens swarmed the skies, they abandoned their home and livelihood to take shelter in the Forest of Mana with Prinwaltz’s other followers. For Quinn, this is all much rather an indistinct blur to him, being only eight and not yet understanding the full scope of what was going on, and how high the cost of human life had been. He just knew he was safe with his parents and with the other refugees.
Once the invading aliens that followed Prinwaltz group into the forest were destroyed, his parents decided to distance themselves from everything that had happened, and moved to a distant relative’s farmhouse. Quinn’s learning grew more relaxed those years, though he continued to practice his violin, and took up fencing (from the distant relative) to keep himself entertained. He never became that good at it, but he did enjoy the countless hours he spent practicing.
A few days before he turned fifteen he received an invite to Shinkami School of Saviors.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 9:44 am
RP Sample He sat outside on the steps of the front porch of his second (or maybe it was fifth?) cousin's farm house, simply sitting in silence and enjoying the cold fall day. Quinn had dressed with more consideration than was his norm, to fight off the chill - a wife beater underneath a turtleneck sweater, which was then covered by an over-sized hoodie. Well, if he was going to be spending any amount of time out in the cold weather, he was determined to make sure he didn't catch a cold. But, already he could feel the chill setting in to his bones, could feel his nose beginning to drip unpleasantly.
With a reluctant sigh he closed the little novelle he had been reading (after he had bent the corner of the page so he wouldn't lose his spot - he was pretty bad about the care of his books). Picking himself up off the front steps, he wandered back into the house. He supposed that his father and cousin were outside still, chatting over some warm coffee. From upstairs he could hear the sweet, crisp chirping of the flute, and smiling a little he followed the noise into his mother's room.
She was a fine woman in her mid-40's, her hair the ashen brown that Quinn's would be if he left it alone. Her eyes were the color of hot cocoa, a dull shade of brown, but it reminded him of all the things he enjoyed. He let her be, deciding not to disturb her as she played. Instead, he walked over to the bed and got down on his knees, fishing around until he found the handle to his violin case. He probably should have went for one of the lower, more supportive instruments (because a flute always demanded center stage, and it was hard for him to balance against it with a violin), like a cello. But, he felt the urge to play the violin.
He would have started to hum along if his voice wasn't shot for a few weeks, because the melody was so sweet. His head bobbed a little in time with his mother's rythym as he pulled out his violin and waxed the bow tenderly, taking great care in his preparation of the instrument. If he could, he would have practiced outside - but he was worried what the cold would do to his delicate and most favorite instrument.
Cradling the neck tenderly in his hands, he brought the instrument to lay upon his shoulder, he resting his chin upon the rich wood. He tested out a few of the strings, tuning the instrument to perfection, and walking to stand beside his mother and the sheet of music, he found her place and began to play along. He kept to the lower notes, not wanting to overwhelm the piece, because he had learned that was simpler was better. The rythym and melodies he played were hardly the same as what was on the music, but he knew what his mother was playing, and knew the best ways to compliment them. He hardly went off sheets of music when he was playing for his own enjoyment, but to practice the fundamentals over and over again, he would. He had his music sheets stashed somewhere around here...
He blinked, momentarily confused when his mother stopped playing. He glanced over her, continuing to follow the melody he had planned out in his head, strumming the violin's strings tenderly and adoringly. His mother had put down her flute to listen to him, and it gave him an overwhelming sense of pride and achievement to be able to please her.
He played for her, played the things he knew she would enjoy, and when she began to talk he would make some noise of agreement or not. By now his mother knew what each noise meant.
"Have you looked over the invitation?"
He nodded his head a little, wincing when that set off his beat (though he doubted his mother could tell as clearly as he could). "Yeah," and he tried not to grimace at the way his voice sounded, how raspy and breathy it truly was. He was so glad that it would pass eventually. "You like Prinwaltz, don't you?"
His mother watched him idly, as if making sure he wasn't making any blatant mistakes with his music. Really, he knew she didn't hear half the things wrong that he could. "He would have been a good Prime Minister. But, really, Quinn, you never really listen when you're playing."
"I am listening. I read the invite - I think, well, it would be cool. You think Prinwaltz is a good man, and I want to help. Besides, it's getting boring here." With a little sigh he stopped strumming the violin, lowering the bow and letting the instrument hang at his side, because he really couldn't concentrate on conversation when he was practicing. "I'd like to go back to school."
"But then you'd have no time for fencing." His mother leaned onto the music stand, red beads hanging from her neck and clanging against the steel. "And I'd miss you."
"I'll make time - and I'll miss you too." He smiled fondly at his mother, and it warmed him to receive a smile in return.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 12:12 pm
>; In case I needz it. Might put what I need to change in here as a note to myself. IDK. IT IS JUST HERE.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 8:27 pm
Well, my opinion as of right now is that he lacks a 'wow' factor.
I'm just unsure as to what is really going to motivate him through Shinkami. He feels obligated and because his parents were firm believers, I understand why he feels that way. But I'm not reading any real person motivation to really solidify his reason and purpose for being there. It's a bit 'la-di-da'.
I do approve of the music thing because quite simply I'm a bando myself. And the prospect of using music to use magic is wonderful to me. So I enjoy that and you should keep with that idea.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 10:41 am
I dunno if you edited your app after Wei looked through it, but it looks fine to me. I see a student who was impressed upon much in his youth for school work and betterment - who lost that after the aliens attacked. Not being challenged thereafter would naturally leave a void.
His health issue is interesting (I thought so since the FS), and it may be worth mentioning if it was a one-time shot or if those nodules will return throughout his life. Or if magic is a means to heal his affliction? Or if something grander would happen... ninja
I'll be interested in seeing how he uses his musical ability to evoke magic, or manipulate elements, however you choose him to advance.
Approved.
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