Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 31, 2019 8:40:25 GMT
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quinn ardan blackwood
PERSONALITY Boggart: Being surrounded by a loud crowd, everyone trying to talk to him at once Mirror of Erised: Painting his soulmate ... Patronus: Red Panda - Cannot produce a patronus. Being alone in Hogwarts for the first quidditch match of his first year at Hogwarts. He didn't come across another person. Creative and bright Quinn is impossibly smart. He's not necessarily quick witted but he retains knowledge like nobody else. What does he do with such talents? Nothing. Not really. He has no interest in working or making something of himself like his older brother. He's far more laid back and more interested in pursuing his art. His creativeness is far more important to him than the wealth he could get from some office job or running his own business like his older brother, but then Rían and there's no need for his parents to see him married off like his younger sister, Aoife. Quinn is free to be himself, free to live life as he pleases so long as he keeps up with the social niceties demanded of him. This freedom is something Quinn is grateful for and does not squander. Making friends was never a priority of Quinn's. He got on well with a handful of people and that was enough for him. Many people believed him to be shy, thinking they'd try and break him out of his shell they would often try talking to him, only to be faced with short answers. Some people found Quinn rude, others just felt awkward, some would happily just talk at him until they had to get on with something else. Being a bit of a quiet guy around people Quinn didn't really make any enemies. He kept to himself and his art and his school work. There wasn't anything about him that really bothered anyone. He began showing an interest in girls around about his fifth year but found he couldn't really tolerate anyone. As beautiful and arousing as women could be, they could really do your bloody head in. If you're lucky enough to get to know Quinn you'll find that actually he can be far from quiet, he can talk about all sorts of things, his mind often jumping from one subject to the next without prompting. His love of artwork is something he will happily discuss and if a woman can't stand art or tolerate a trip to a museum then he wants nothing more to do with her. Quinn's quite quirky and loves to laugh and once he starts he might not stop for a while. He's a pretty lucky guy and not just in the way of family and friends and a pretty sweet life. Occasionally he'll find a dropped galleon or a client willing to pay more than a painting is worth. People want to gravitate towards Quinn but he doesn't necessarily want them to. HISTORY Mother: Beatrice Blackwood nee Flint, 62, Ravenclaw, Pureblood Father: Niall Blackwood, 66, Ravenclaw, Pureblood. Siblings: Rían Blackwood, 33, Ravenclaw, Pureblood, owns his own business, married, two children Aoife Blackwood, 27, Ravenclaw, Pureblood, engaged to a rich Pureblood Partners: None worth mentioning Others: Sister in law, two nieces., future brother in law. Second born son of Beatrice and Niall, a pureblood couple from Northern Ireland, Quinn was waited on hand and foot. Every need he ever had was met by a nanny, house elf or his parents. Life was straight forward and simple for Quinn. Bland and boring. Was there anything special about him? Anything at all? Not really. Life truly was simple for Quinn, albeit a little simple. Without much to brighten up his life Quinn found an interest in art from a young age. Blending colours, applying paint to canvas, creating something truly inspiring is the greatest joy that Quinn gets from his life and has done for as long as he can remember. He spent time with his older brother growing up but Rían was the type of boy that liked to play fight, would enjoy a little rough housing, and while Quinn would play along for a little, he lost interest fast. He would play catch and enjoy physical activities for a short while before losing interest and finding his own thing to do. At about the age of eight, Quinn realised that nearly everything he read he would remember and that wasn't really normal. His mother and father were always forgetting things like promises they made and Rían would also forget things. Growing up Quinn's catchphrase became "Don't you remember?". In a house full of Ravenclaws, Quinn was the smart one. Hogwarts was incredibly dull for Quinn. He barely did anything in lessons an spent the time messing around quietly with friends. There was no need to study too much because he got flawless grades on the written side of things. In the way of practical elements, Quinn was just as gifted. He didn't struggle at all through school although went unnoticed a lot by Professors. He was no trouble, got good grades and that was as much as they could possibly hope for. He flew under the radar and was content with that. He had zero interest in quidditch and would often love it when Quidditch games were on because it would mean the school was his canvas. He'd often paint a whole classroom over the course of a weekend, sending paintbrushes flying, covering the walls in paint until his vision was complete and perfect. Once done Quinn would take a moment to appreciate it all before he'd strip the room, leaving it just as it was before he began. He has left a couple of rooms as a reminder of his time at Hogwarts, but they're not necessarily rooms students or teachers would come across in their day to day lives about the castle. After leaving Hogwarts Quinn moved to a place of his own, paid for by his parents. He pays his own expenses and does his own cleaning. Once a week the family house elf pays a visit and does his washing, mops and cleans the floors, dusts, and sorts out all that once in a while stuff too. Quinn gets by, by selling his paintings. He enjoys his life and he's happy to live alone. At 29 years of age there's not a lot about Quinn that's changed but he's content. OOC  Play By: Chris Evans! Your Alias: Coco! Pronouns: Her/she Him/he etc. Age: Tired. Always tired. Other Characters: Everyone that isn't yours. Or that other person's. Or those other people's. Where did you find us: My butt -snicker- |
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