Post by tarquinn 'quinn' patterson on Mar 22, 2011 10:53:03 GMT -5
, tarquinn patterson
”Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done
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, burned your way in, under my skin .
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` your age. 22
` years of experience. about 5 years
` contacts. PM, cbox
` how did you find us?. 'Looking For' on PBS
` other characters. that's my first
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, it’s so easy to talk about me.
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` nicknames. Quinn
` age & birthday. 20, August 26th 1990
` sexual orientation. straight
` species. Shapeshifter
` special powers. can turn himself into a cat
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, cut me then blame me for bleeding.
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` body type. tall, rather muscular
` hair color & style. light brown, short and messy
` tattoos & piercings. none
` distinguishing features. his deep voice and piercing blue eyes
` face claim. Garrett Hedlund
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, just because we’re face to face.
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* Women
* Rock music
* Cheeseburgers
* Laze about in cat form
* Sitting on top of buildings
* Having control
* Fights
* Cakes & pies
` dislikes.
* Being called Tarquinn
* Goody-two-shoes and know-it-alls
* Being lectured
* Bad alcohol
* 'Normal' people hating people like him
* His family
* Rats
* Sour food
` strengths.
* Outgoing
* Good fighting skills
* Independent
* Can walk his way out of almost everything
* Charismatic
` weaknesses.
* Very hard for him to give his trust
* Sarcastic
* Anything academic-related/intellectual
* Stubborn
* Loudmouth
` fears.
* Fire
* Being rejected for who he is
* Being killed because of who he is
` secrets.
* He hates himself and his 'powers'
* Wants to know who is father is but is scared of his father's reaction if he finds him
` overall personality.
Quinn is not what you'd consider intelligent, but he's got a lot of common sense and he is resourceful. Since he never finished high school, he lacks some of the tools you learn there. But he learned many more in the streets and know and to work his way out of almost any problem and situation.
When you look at him, you first think he's just a womanizer who picks up fight with anyone that annoys him. But that is just a facade. Quinn never liked to show much of himself, even in this town where he's not the only strange one there. When people ask more about himself, he just say that he comes from Colorado and left because he wanted something else. He is very secretive about himself, whether its his past, his emotions or his dreams. Showing up as a strong and independent man, flirting with any girls he finds interesting, is just the way for him to look normal.
Some days, he hates the fact he isn't a regular person. It cost him many friends, lovers as well as his own family. He often turns into a cat for his own pleasure, thinking that being someone's pet might just be an easier life then remaining in human form. He often, over the years, turn into a cat and become someone's pet for a few days, sometimes even months. But that is not like being a real person and he always ran out after a while. He is just puzzled about himself, not sure how he can have a normal life being a shapeshifter but longing for one.
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, who’s calling names and pointing fingers.
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` parents. Anna Beth & Gregory Patterson
` siblings. none
` other family. Caroline, his grandmother on his mother side
` significant other. none
` pets. he is his own pet
` history.
Even before Tarquinn was born, his father was already gone. His mother always refused to give any details about him to her son, except the fact that it as probably his fault if the man of her life abandoned her. As you can see, Quinn started life with no help at all. At first, his mother liked him, for he was like most boys of his age. He was slowly learning his alphabet and could count on his fingers. But then, while playing with the neighbor's cat, something weird happened. Wanting to follow the cat after it left, Quinn managed to jump on the fence. Little did he notice that he did so after turning himself into a cat. It happened like that. But his mother saw him and ever since, couldn't see him the same way. He was a freak, a monster and obviously not her child. For no atrocity like him could have come from her womb.
After that event, Quinn was mostly raised by his grandmother who was ready to take care of him, unlike his mother who couldn't even look at him anymore. That is how he understood he was different and that it didn't come from his mother side. He immediately thought he inherited it from his father, which cause a ruckus when her mother heard that. She was not gonna let anyone talk like this of the man she once loved.
As he started elementary school, he was always afraid to be found out. He was a kid in the average when it came of grades, but he was known to everyone as the one picking up fights, playing the clown... in one word, playing a character all the time and being hard to decipher. If people could be around him, none really knew him, for he was afraid of their reaction if they ever found out he was able to turn into a cat.
At high school, it grew worse. Tired of being lectured by his teachers for not listening in class and all, he decided to ditch school. He started smoking and hang out with a street gang. At home, the situation was not any lighter and at the age of fifteen, he left the house to live with his new friends. They had no idea who he was either but they couldn't care less anyway. With them, he picked up fights, stole in shops, entered bars with faked IDs, stole cars... giving him a nice criminal record. But since he was not an adult, they weren't able to do much about it and every time they were detaining him, once he was free again, he returned to his friends and bad habits.
He was about eighteen when he first heard of Ravenwood. After he managed to get more details about this town where apparently there were more like him, he ran away, hitch-hiking in order to get there. He is living there ever since and working as a mechanic.
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, you don’t know what you’re talking about.
[/size][/font]it’s time somebody called you out[/center]
` secret phrase. -ADMIN EDIT-
` anything else?. nope
` roleplay sample.
As his feet brought him back to the great hall, Robert couldn't help but to feel a little tensed passing the guards. They had increased in numbers especially for this event. In a way, the rumors of assassination for today were logical. After all, not only was there the royal family of England, but also of France. The highest members of the court were there, the security had to be enhanced in order to protect everyone and stop the plot if it was to ever happen before anyone could be hurt by it. Still, seeing this many men in arms had something a little intimidating, especially on a man like Robert who was easily impressed by such things. Perhaps because he was not much of a warrior himself, using his head and talking his way out before using any kind of weapon.
They let him back in, of course. Without being someone as rich, important and titled like most of those in the hall right now, he was the royal secretary which gave him certain powers and privileges. As he re-entered the room, now empty handed, he gazed at the people dancing and talking around. He saw the young prince leaving his partner there as the song ended and joining the Queen at the table. Robert frowned a moment, seeing the King was not near his wife. He quickly found him, in company of a young lady. It did not surprised him more than that. The King had the right to do as he pleased and it surely wasn't Robert who would start meddling in his business, especially about women.
He kept looking, denying what, or more like who, his eyes and heart were truly looking for: Ariana. As he finally found her, left alone on a side of the room, sipping from a glass of wine. He was ready to come and stand before her when he froze. His eyes locked on a young girl he had not seen in a very long time, Alys D'Evon. Having lived in the Warwickshire all his life, he knew of this young lady and her ways. Although he had only briefly seen her, what he heard of her was enough to make him pause a moment. What would she be thinking of him going to Ariana like this? Because this girl was cunning, perhaps too much for her own good.
In the end, he decided there was nothing wrong in him going to Ariana and starting a conversation with her. He was not much of a dancer, this was about the only activity to enjoy for him this evening and if it had to be, he could at least choose someone interesting to talk to. He accepted a glass of wine, took a quick sip of it and motioned toward Ariana. But as he reached her, he found himself out of words. As he started thinking of something to say, it was as if the thought vanished. To prevent looking like a fool to her, he simply smiled at her and turned around to look at the dancers. He took another sip of his glass, thinking that if he was able to speak his heart out to her on the paper, even greeting her was hard in person. How pathetic was that!?
They let him back in, of course. Without being someone as rich, important and titled like most of those in the hall right now, he was the royal secretary which gave him certain powers and privileges. As he re-entered the room, now empty handed, he gazed at the people dancing and talking around. He saw the young prince leaving his partner there as the song ended and joining the Queen at the table. Robert frowned a moment, seeing the King was not near his wife. He quickly found him, in company of a young lady. It did not surprised him more than that. The King had the right to do as he pleased and it surely wasn't Robert who would start meddling in his business, especially about women.
He kept looking, denying what, or more like who, his eyes and heart were truly looking for: Ariana. As he finally found her, left alone on a side of the room, sipping from a glass of wine. He was ready to come and stand before her when he froze. His eyes locked on a young girl he had not seen in a very long time, Alys D'Evon. Having lived in the Warwickshire all his life, he knew of this young lady and her ways. Although he had only briefly seen her, what he heard of her was enough to make him pause a moment. What would she be thinking of him going to Ariana like this? Because this girl was cunning, perhaps too much for her own good.
In the end, he decided there was nothing wrong in him going to Ariana and starting a conversation with her. He was not much of a dancer, this was about the only activity to enjoy for him this evening and if it had to be, he could at least choose someone interesting to talk to. He accepted a glass of wine, took a quick sip of it and motioned toward Ariana. But as he reached her, he found himself out of words. As he started thinking of something to say, it was as if the thought vanished. To prevent looking like a fool to her, he simply smiled at her and turned around to look at the dancers. He took another sip of his glass, thinking that if he was able to speak his heart out to her on the paper, even greeting her was hard in person. How pathetic was that!?
, am i speaking english.
[/size][/font]or is this just a deathwish?
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