quin FAREWOOD

[quinfarewood]

quin FAREWOOD

hollywood titan*

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»the basics

NAME:

quin demi farewood

NICK NAMES:

Quin

CLASS:

Titan

REINCARNATE:

Rhea, Titan of the gods

AGE:

Twenty-one

GRADE:

college sophomore

ORIENTATION:

Bats for home team

FACE CLAIM:

Andrew Smith

»the image

EYE COLOR:

blue

HAIR:

brown and goldish, wavy, nearly always looks like a mess, but thats how he styles it

HEIGHT:

like 5"7

WEIGHT:

like 127ish

CLOTHING STYLE:

bright and crazy. Lots of color

»the story

FAMILY:

Bradley Farewood, father
Regina Farewood, mother
Corey Selvyn Farewood, aged 25, brother

HOMETOWN:

Reading, Pennsylvania

PERSONALITY:

PSYCHO - That's him all over. From trading intelligence with the leader of the elusive apple tree nymphs to saving the world from an army of super-evil hairy moles, there is never a dull moment in his life.
SPONTANEOUS - This goes without saying. Quin is the kind of guy who will wake up in the morning and decide that the day is perfect for bungee jumping, and will drop by your house and drag you along. It's not all bad. He's been known to celebrate birthdays........six months in advance.......
STUBBORN - It's his way or the highway when the mood hits him, and you'd better believe he'll get his way. Thankfully, his stubbornness is mostly centered on the belief that fairies, unicorns and other mythical creatures are real, no matter what anyone else says.

PAST:

Quin was, well a guy. He grew up in Pennsylvania, running around huge expanses of green grass with a stray dog that had taken a liking to him since he was six years old. His parents, a banker and upholstery store owner, had always thought he was a bit odd, and always made sure he knew it. Quin, however, didn't care. He was happy, and as long as he was happy, he could do as he please.
Until he grew up.
At fourteen, when he finally decided that girls really weren't going to do it for him, his parents, completely disgusted with him, kicked him out. So he'd caught a plane, paid for by his older brother, who was making it big but wasn't telling him how, and came to Hollywood.
And found he fit right in.
For the first month, all Quin did was drink, party, strut on the streets and pose. He garnered a lot of attention for himself that way, and even did a little modeling. Eventually, his brother got him to calm down, and settle into a school. He didn't go straight to Hollywood high, choosing instead to attend the snotty private school his older brother suggested.
But after his sophomore year, in which some bullies took offense to his orientation and decided he needed an introduction to the 'proper' mechanics of sexuality, a venture that was swiftly deterred by a passing janitor, Quin decided that he really, really needed a change of scenery.
His junior year found him partying less, drinking more, sexually stagnant and attending Hollywood High School. His brother was quite pleased with the change (as much as he knew about it). He was pretty content to exist in his own little world, making funny little sounds and talking to inanimate objects, or randomly bursting into song.....

PRESENT:

Now a sophomore in college, Quin spends his time studying for classes, majoring in Script and Screenplay Production, attending a few parties, and generally trying to be a good guy. Kinda. He stays away from bullies, and most nightclubs, unless he's had a helluva week.
He still lives with Corey, and still hasn't a clue what the man does. It kinda worries him. He's been peeking through his brother's stuff and found whips and chains and LOTSA lube....He was briefly worried his brothers was being hurt, but since he never had any lasting scars, he as forced to let it go.
That doesn't mean he's stopped mothering him though. Since Quin is pretty single, aside from the random classmate he decides to make out with, he's supplemented his social life by mothering seemingly random individuals in Hollywood. His frequent visits to the high school have yielded many little ducklings to his brood. Maybe it's a little bit weird.....but then, that's Quin

»the extra

LIKES:

Parties
Pink bouncy balls
Dinosaurs
Randomness
evil smilies
alcohol ( in moderate amounts)

DISLIKES:

Badly made pizza
the color orange
waaay too wide smiles
cheese
bitches
being groped without permission

OTHER INFO:

Well, yes, I haven't a clue what kind of powers he's gonna have.....but he's the TITAN OF THE GODS....that's GOT to mean something.......

»the writer

NAME:

Ghost

AGE:

twenty (GAH!!! I'm so old!!)

GENDER:

I. AM. WOMAN!!

RP EXPERIENCE:

about three years

HOW YOU FOUND STS:

I was part of the birthing process

RP SAMPLE:

He was hungry. He was surrounded by food. He had money. These three things should have already combined to become the sweetest non problem ever. And yet....here he was....staring at a bag of animal crackers and clutching his stomach pathetically.

"You are a horrible fiend, you plastic package of animal crackery goodness," he mumbled, glaring at the brightly colored bag before him. "You diabolical wielder of the sugary, buscuity loveliness..."

With a huff, Quin snatched the bag from the shelf, flopped down on the giant bean bag he had dragged from the furniture department, ripped it open and stuck his hand in.

The first thing he pulled out was a rabbit.

After staring at it for a full minute, Quin decided that he needed to make that bunny hop. And so hie did. Across his knee, down is leg, it did a turbo spin flip flop combo from his shin to his forehead. "Hop hop hop little bunny."

A little kid was standing a few feet away, staring at him open-mouthed. Quin gave the boy a grin, and popped the bunny into his mouth, making loud munching dinosaur noises all the while.

He went on like this for a while. With lions bears, monkeys, pretty soon he had a whole zoo in his tummy, but he was still hungry.

This called for some fast food.

He was about to get up and drag himself (beanie bag and cookies and all) over to the McDonald's at the front of the store, when he sat up and his eyes snagged on him.

Andy Laurent. Looking at popcorn.

Quin nearly started drooling. Really, he was more of a cotton candy and all that sugary goodness kind of person, but that hardly mattered at the moment.

Omg saysometingsaysomethingsaysomething! It's frickin' Andy and you're sitting on the floor like some total spaz! Shit! e's looking this way! He'slookingthisway! HESLOOKINGTHISWAY!!!

Quin hurriedly stuffed the screaming voice in his head into a small closet and slapped on a 'cool' expression. This was just Andy, a guy two years younger than he was and hotter than California in the midle of a drought. Nothing to panic about. At all.

"Hey, you wanna cookie?"

Oh please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease let food be the one true unifier of mankind/

[Penelope]