Post by Quan Tian Meng on Nov 28, 2009 22:42:21 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Quan Tian Meng
Also Known As: Quan
Age:16
Height: 5'9
Weight: 150
Blood Type: ab+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: dark brown
Hair: black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: picking on those stupid meiguo ren
Talents: Pick pocketing, a little bit of hacking on the side, nothing big though
Favorite things: Don't have time for that
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: I'm looking for a friend, he's Irish, you know him?
Mental Information
Personality: I'm pretty easy going you know? Relaxed, chill I don't particularly like being in the spotlight, in leadership. I like being just out of sight. Maybe it's part of my past, who knows? I'm pretty friendly regardless of who you are, unless you're an ass, of course. Though I generally tend to use my native language as I like to stay out of the way and not knowing how to speak English helps me to do that, you know? Everyone just smiles and nods at the kid that doesn't know english. I like to joke, in or out of conflict, most of the time to myself but if I'm in company with them. Yeah, it's pretty weird but I'm kinda introverted in my extroversion. I'm comfortable in a crowd as I am alone. I won't say no but I won't go out of my way to find company. Who knows? Maybe I am a little shy.
I do have my pet peeves though. My name's Quan Tian Meng. In that order, not Tian Meng Quan or Meng Tian Quan, Quan Tian Meng. Shazi.
Mentality: Currently stable?
Ideal: Finding my friend
Belief: I don't have time to think of these things you know?
Physical Information
Build: I'm toned but not exactly muscular. Fit I guess.
Defining Marks: not really?
Description: Well to start I am in shape. I'm not your muscular super toned buff guy but I'm not the skinny out of shape nerd. You can see my muscles I'm just not bulky. I'm not exactly tall but I'm not exactly short. I'm the same size as the everyone else, well the average that is so I guess you could say that I'm tall in my neighborhood, Chinatown of course. Like I said I'm not underweight but I'm not overweight. My hair is black and my eyes are dark brown what more do you want? My hair is of a medium length I don't have any scars, at least not yet which is a relative surprise.
As for my usual clothes? Well I am a fan of jeans but most, okay all of mine are ripped. No that's not a tough guy thing but those jeans are actually worn out that way. I wear shirts a lot too, generally but for the most part they're t shirts. Usually black without any logo. Sometimes grey or brown a lot of white too. Those are pretty worn too, mostly cheap as well. My shoes are beat up, they always seem like they're about to fall apart too. Oh sometimes I wear this band around my head, its black. I also have these black gloves that I like. They're fingerless.
Generally I wear a smile, that is if I'm not faking confused for whatever reason, be it play or serious. I always walk confidently, unless the situation deems it otherwise, usually because I'm stealing. Other then that I don't have any reason to shy away, unless of course I'm trying not to draw attention to my self, but still I don't really cower.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: a black head band sometimes
Shirts: worn shirts
Pants: worn jeans with holes
Shoes: Beat up ones
Misc: black fingerless gloves
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Freestyle, well make it workstyle
Years Practiced:all my life
Description of style: My style? Well some would call it freestyle. I call it whatever works. I fight to win because the alternative where I come from is death. I can't say I'm the best but I can't say I'm the worst because I'm here right? I punch, I kick, I throw some knees, some elbows, whatever works really. I know some of that wrestling stuff but not to well, just enough to not die.
History Information
History: Well the history? That's not quite an interesting story. Well maybe it is if learning how a street urchin happens to be bilingual and traveled three thousand miles. Well its quite simple jackass. My parents were chinese americans, or maybe just legal immigrants I don't know, and they died leaving me an orphan. I watched it too. They were killed by some gang while we were out on a walk. Typical mugging gone south. I hid behind some trashcans and watched, almost yelled when it happened. Only way I was able to slip away was because in the heat of the moment I was paid no attention too. One in a million shot. So they died and as the gang ran off I heard my mother speak to me. I'll never forget those words, "Wo ai ni."
So I ran. I ran and ran. When I woke up I found that I had passed out. I woke up in the presence of a handful of other kids who I would find out were just like me. Orphans too. I can't deny that I looked up to the leader. I still would say that he was almost like a father figure, as odd as it may be. He showed me how to survive on the streets. He taught me how to pick pockets and to steal. Funny, it's all I know how to do. Steal stuff that is. He taught me how to fight too, stay out of the attention of people who wanted to hurt us. I was never too great at the fighting thing, good enough I suppose but staying out of sight was my forte. As I got older I began to call that kid my friend. We got pretty close. I guess in the relationship I ended up being the brains more and him the brawns. No, not a gay relationship, we were kids. Anyway the shit hit the fan and one night I came back and found everyone dead. Never found my friend though so the hopeful me said he was still alive.
For the first time I was alone. I can't deny at first it was hard. But you know I pushed through it. I used everything that I had learned to survive. I wound up spending most of my time in china town because well it was easy. I looked like them. I spoke their language, mandarin, in the proper accent. I got older. Met some kids, left them. Never really bonded. Showed up to school some times, ended getting up dropping out a few times and getting back in. After awhile it got boring. Freshman year of high school some kid who was into the whole hacking thing told me that it was fun to hack into the school systems. So I watched him and learned. He did show me a few things though. The school systems were the most fun as you could change things. Then for kicks I put my friends name through the national database. Funny thing was that his name showed up on 259 as a student. I was bored and he was the only real friend I ever had. I was going no where in that city so I figured what the hell?
I set out for 259. I figure my friend would still be a good guy. He would remember me, we were tight...
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: where ever I can usually some slum apartment but not anywhere yet.
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase:"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"*
Name: Quan Tian Meng
Also Known As: Quan
Age:16
Height: 5'9
Weight: 150
Blood Type: ab+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: dark brown
Hair: black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: picking on those stupid meiguo ren
Talents: Pick pocketing, a little bit of hacking on the side, nothing big though
Favorite things: Don't have time for that
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: I'm looking for a friend, he's Irish, you know him?
Mental Information
Personality: I'm pretty easy going you know? Relaxed, chill I don't particularly like being in the spotlight, in leadership. I like being just out of sight. Maybe it's part of my past, who knows? I'm pretty friendly regardless of who you are, unless you're an ass, of course. Though I generally tend to use my native language as I like to stay out of the way and not knowing how to speak English helps me to do that, you know? Everyone just smiles and nods at the kid that doesn't know english. I like to joke, in or out of conflict, most of the time to myself but if I'm in company with them. Yeah, it's pretty weird but I'm kinda introverted in my extroversion. I'm comfortable in a crowd as I am alone. I won't say no but I won't go out of my way to find company. Who knows? Maybe I am a little shy.
I do have my pet peeves though. My name's Quan Tian Meng. In that order, not Tian Meng Quan or Meng Tian Quan, Quan Tian Meng. Shazi.
Mentality: Currently stable?
Ideal: Finding my friend
Belief: I don't have time to think of these things you know?
Physical Information
Build: I'm toned but not exactly muscular. Fit I guess.
Defining Marks: not really?
Description: Well to start I am in shape. I'm not your muscular super toned buff guy but I'm not the skinny out of shape nerd. You can see my muscles I'm just not bulky. I'm not exactly tall but I'm not exactly short. I'm the same size as the everyone else, well the average that is so I guess you could say that I'm tall in my neighborhood, Chinatown of course. Like I said I'm not underweight but I'm not overweight. My hair is black and my eyes are dark brown what more do you want? My hair is of a medium length I don't have any scars, at least not yet which is a relative surprise.
As for my usual clothes? Well I am a fan of jeans but most, okay all of mine are ripped. No that's not a tough guy thing but those jeans are actually worn out that way. I wear shirts a lot too, generally but for the most part they're t shirts. Usually black without any logo. Sometimes grey or brown a lot of white too. Those are pretty worn too, mostly cheap as well. My shoes are beat up, they always seem like they're about to fall apart too. Oh sometimes I wear this band around my head, its black. I also have these black gloves that I like. They're fingerless.
Generally I wear a smile, that is if I'm not faking confused for whatever reason, be it play or serious. I always walk confidently, unless the situation deems it otherwise, usually because I'm stealing. Other then that I don't have any reason to shy away, unless of course I'm trying not to draw attention to my self, but still I don't really cower.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: a black head band sometimes
Shirts: worn shirts
Pants: worn jeans with holes
Shoes: Beat up ones
Misc: black fingerless gloves
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Freestyle, well make it workstyle
Years Practiced:all my life
Description of style: My style? Well some would call it freestyle. I call it whatever works. I fight to win because the alternative where I come from is death. I can't say I'm the best but I can't say I'm the worst because I'm here right? I punch, I kick, I throw some knees, some elbows, whatever works really. I know some of that wrestling stuff but not to well, just enough to not die.
History Information
History: Well the history? That's not quite an interesting story. Well maybe it is if learning how a street urchin happens to be bilingual and traveled three thousand miles. Well its quite simple jackass. My parents were chinese americans, or maybe just legal immigrants I don't know, and they died leaving me an orphan. I watched it too. They were killed by some gang while we were out on a walk. Typical mugging gone south. I hid behind some trashcans and watched, almost yelled when it happened. Only way I was able to slip away was because in the heat of the moment I was paid no attention too. One in a million shot. So they died and as the gang ran off I heard my mother speak to me. I'll never forget those words, "Wo ai ni."
So I ran. I ran and ran. When I woke up I found that I had passed out. I woke up in the presence of a handful of other kids who I would find out were just like me. Orphans too. I can't deny that I looked up to the leader. I still would say that he was almost like a father figure, as odd as it may be. He showed me how to survive on the streets. He taught me how to pick pockets and to steal. Funny, it's all I know how to do. Steal stuff that is. He taught me how to fight too, stay out of the attention of people who wanted to hurt us. I was never too great at the fighting thing, good enough I suppose but staying out of sight was my forte. As I got older I began to call that kid my friend. We got pretty close. I guess in the relationship I ended up being the brains more and him the brawns. No, not a gay relationship, we were kids. Anyway the shit hit the fan and one night I came back and found everyone dead. Never found my friend though so the hopeful me said he was still alive.
For the first time I was alone. I can't deny at first it was hard. But you know I pushed through it. I used everything that I had learned to survive. I wound up spending most of my time in china town because well it was easy. I looked like them. I spoke their language, mandarin, in the proper accent. I got older. Met some kids, left them. Never really bonded. Showed up to school some times, ended getting up dropping out a few times and getting back in. After awhile it got boring. Freshman year of high school some kid who was into the whole hacking thing told me that it was fun to hack into the school systems. So I watched him and learned. He did show me a few things though. The school systems were the most fun as you could change things. Then for kicks I put my friends name through the national database. Funny thing was that his name showed up on 259 as a student. I was bored and he was the only real friend I ever had. I was going no where in that city so I figured what the hell?
I set out for 259. I figure my friend would still be a good guy. He would remember me, we were tight...
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: where ever I can usually some slum apartment but not anywhere yet.
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Crazy 1.2 stat modifier thing |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Christmas Colors: This vest flies the colors of christmas, red in color and trimmed in green. It shows that you roll with Santa's crew. +10 Con |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | C.F. Enforcer Badge (+2 Constitution, +2 Intelligence, +2 Charisma, +2 All Statistics) {Militia Participation Award}: |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase:"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"*
