Post by Quinn on Nov 26, 2013 20:51:11 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Quinn Masterson
Also Known As: Q.
Age: 18
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Mental Information
Personality: Quinn is bound by
honor, having grown up wanting to be a
knight she is dutiful, honorable, and
loyal to a fault. Though her honor and
loyalty are not unrequited it is earned.
She is drawn to people who are selfless
and kind much like her however harsh the
world has turned she's refused to give
up that there is still the nature of
purity in the world. Thinks very highly
of herself and is bound by her pride, if
an opponent is injured she will proceed
to injure herself in order to be on
equal terms or similarily handicap
herself.
Physical Information
Build: Quinn is a slim girl, her
body has an athletic build due to a
number of years having trained riding
horseback as well as performing up to
sophmore year in track and field. She is
particularly pround of her thighs not
being particularly bulky but being where
her real strength seems to come from.
Despite her years of swordsmanship and
pole vaulting her arms don't
particularily stand out.
Pure blonde locks are ornately drawn
down her face in very straight
precision, however when she's
excersising or fighting she'll often tie
it back in a bun. Her eyes are a deep
blue Cerulean.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Kendo/Judo/Aikido
Years Practiced: 6 years
Description of style: Quinn's
fighting style revolves around her usage
of an implimented sword to control her
foes at a distance. While not exactly
being the largest force in a fight she
attempts to make up for that by
controling her opponent's momentum
whenever they fight aggressively against
her. She is rarely a vigorous aggressive
fighter unless she is forced into a
situation outside of her control or she
knows she needs to take advantage of an
opening.
History Information
History: It wasn't what you might
call a strange upbringing. If anything
she was considered normal, a mother, a
father, a twin sibling. Things were
happier back then before the world
seemed to peel away. Melting a burning
beneath the pride of kings in the
battlefield Quinn matured to a world of
ashes. After the bombs fell destroying
the known world that she'd grown up into
she now had to come to the sudden
realization that instead of a world of
prosperity and hope that there was
little more than ashes to spread about
beneath her feet.
***
"Mommy when I grow up I want
to be a knight!"
The cued squeal comming from the
youthful girl's lips as she clapped,
dictating everyone within earshot to pay
mind to the telivision she was errantly
clasped to. The pixelated images of tall
men straddled atop of their armored
mounts before going to war. The slow
trops of the horses birthed upwards
chunks of the dust and ground sprinkling
back down to the ground like a sparkle
of fairy dust. It was all calm and king
before the grewsome clash.
***
I want to be a knight. It wasn't until
she'd made it into high school that
those dreams were but the fancy of an
adolescent school girl or boy for that
matter wanting to live in a childhood
fantasy. Only a sophmore she really was
oblivious to the school's hierarchy as
well as its own darker obscenities. It
wasn't until the bombs truly dropped
that she got an eye full of the havoc.
***
Flames decorated the area, screaming,
panic, fear. It was terrifying but all
Quinn knew what to do was to run, run
straight, run hard, run until her lungs
gave out. It wasn't until she'd made it
to the wreckage of her enflamed house
that she could stop falling to break
down into tears digging in the ashes til
her palms were scarred and bleeding.
Hoping against hope that they weren't
burried beneath the walls of the house
she'd felt so safe in. Hours later
surrendering to exhaustion, to fear of
death, to the cold Quinn retreated to
the meager flames that decorated the lot
and hid from the night.
***
A number of years later the only things
changed were the venue and how Quinn had
adapted to deal with these changing
times. A tougher, less childish girl
emerged from the ashes although not
entirely aged for the better.
Living Status Information
Type of residence: Impromptu
Estate North of the Old Suburbs.
Roommates: (N/A)
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 20
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code
Phrase: *Removed by admin, bio approved.*
Name: Quinn Masterson
Also Known As: Q.
Age: 18
Height: 5'7
Weight: 130 lbs
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Mental Information
Personality: Quinn is bound by
honor, having grown up wanting to be a
knight she is dutiful, honorable, and
loyal to a fault. Though her honor and
loyalty are not unrequited it is earned.
She is drawn to people who are selfless
and kind much like her however harsh the
world has turned she's refused to give
up that there is still the nature of
purity in the world. Thinks very highly
of herself and is bound by her pride, if
an opponent is injured she will proceed
to injure herself in order to be on
equal terms or similarily handicap
herself.
Physical Information
Build: Quinn is a slim girl, her
body has an athletic build due to a
number of years having trained riding
horseback as well as performing up to
sophmore year in track and field. She is
particularly pround of her thighs not
being particularly bulky but being where
her real strength seems to come from.
Despite her years of swordsmanship and
pole vaulting her arms don't
particularily stand out.
Pure blonde locks are ornately drawn
down her face in very straight
precision, however when she's
excersising or fighting she'll often tie
it back in a bun. Her eyes are a deep
blue Cerulean.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Kendo/Judo/Aikido
Years Practiced: 6 years
Description of style: Quinn's
fighting style revolves around her usage
of an implimented sword to control her
foes at a distance. While not exactly
being the largest force in a fight she
attempts to make up for that by
controling her opponent's momentum
whenever they fight aggressively against
her. She is rarely a vigorous aggressive
fighter unless she is forced into a
situation outside of her control or she
knows she needs to take advantage of an
opening.
History Information
History: It wasn't what you might
call a strange upbringing. If anything
she was considered normal, a mother, a
father, a twin sibling. Things were
happier back then before the world
seemed to peel away. Melting a burning
beneath the pride of kings in the
battlefield Quinn matured to a world of
ashes. After the bombs fell destroying
the known world that she'd grown up into
she now had to come to the sudden
realization that instead of a world of
prosperity and hope that there was
little more than ashes to spread about
beneath her feet.
***
"Mommy when I grow up I want
to be a knight!"
The cued squeal comming from the
youthful girl's lips as she clapped,
dictating everyone within earshot to pay
mind to the telivision she was errantly
clasped to. The pixelated images of tall
men straddled atop of their armored
mounts before going to war. The slow
trops of the horses birthed upwards
chunks of the dust and ground sprinkling
back down to the ground like a sparkle
of fairy dust. It was all calm and king
before the grewsome clash.
***
I want to be a knight. It wasn't until
she'd made it into high school that
those dreams were but the fancy of an
adolescent school girl or boy for that
matter wanting to live in a childhood
fantasy. Only a sophmore she really was
oblivious to the school's hierarchy as
well as its own darker obscenities. It
wasn't until the bombs truly dropped
that she got an eye full of the havoc.
***
Flames decorated the area, screaming,
panic, fear. It was terrifying but all
Quinn knew what to do was to run, run
straight, run hard, run until her lungs
gave out. It wasn't until she'd made it
to the wreckage of her enflamed house
that she could stop falling to break
down into tears digging in the ashes til
her palms were scarred and bleeding.
Hoping against hope that they weren't
burried beneath the walls of the house
she'd felt so safe in. Hours later
surrendering to exhaustion, to fear of
death, to the cold Quinn retreated to
the meager flames that decorated the lot
and hid from the night.
***
A number of years later the only things
changed were the venue and how Quinn had
adapted to deal with these changing
times. A tougher, less childish girl
emerged from the ashes although not
entirely aged for the better.
Living Status Information
Type of residence: Impromptu
Estate North of the Old Suburbs.
Roommates: (N/A)
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 20
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| 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 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code
Phrase: *Removed by admin, bio approved.*
