Post by James Quentin on Nov 17, 2015 15:56:24 GMT -5
Name: James Alexander Morgan Quentin
Alias:
Age: 17
Grade: Senior (Summer birthday ftw!)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 187 lbs
Eye Color: Bright red (genetic fluke)
Hair Color: Jet black
Appearance:
Personality: Calm, laid back, a bit odd; all in all a very strange fellow that seems almost contradictory. His personality even carries over into his fighting, happily holding entire conversations with himself or his opponents in between attempts to wear him down. One could even surmise that this is the culmination of his personality: annoy someone until they make a mistake, and then capitalize on it. He's always there when a mistake is made to point out how it could have been done differently, and the mistake avoided, to the point some would consider him a nerd.
Fighting Style: If one were to assign a martial art style to the way James fights, the only one that would fit would be Ninjutsu. Strike swiftly and decisively, and leave no recourse for your enemies. These are the words James lives and fights by. Oftentimes he will simply spend most of a fight bobbing, weaving, and avoiding strikes, only to strike back at the least expected moment, taking advantage of a split second opening.
Strengths: James is extremely patient, often to the point of being accused of not caring about anything. He will happily help anyone that asks for it, though he may grow frustrated if they ask and then ignore his advice. He is also very quick to notice situations developing around him, to the point some think he might actually be truly prescient (he's not, of course, that would just be ridiculous.... wouldn't it?)
Weaknesses: There's just that tinge of... pure chaos to James. Sometimes there's just no accounting for why he does things. He can't control this at all, and will frequently wonder aloud why he hasn't gotten medication for it. This even happens in the middle of a fight from time to time, distracting him and creating an opening easily taken advantage of by those looking for it.
James has a mild allergy to sunlight, and even in the dead heat of summer, will go out fully covered, with sunglasses on. The light is actually painful to his vision, and subjecting him to it suddenly will send him diving for the nearest shade, ignoring all danger, largely because he can't see it.
He also can't stand the smell of garlic, growing nearly violently ill anytime he is subjected to it. Even the physicians he sees can't quite explain why this is a thing, but it is.
History: James was always odd. At birth, there was none of the screaming and squalling, instead a single indignant squawk to herald a new life entering the world. The doctors had remarked on his eyes, but that was about the only visibly odd thing. But growing up, he was always a quiet child, rarely throwing fits, always watching when someone was talking.
This continued through his childhood, up until his parents died under mysterious circumstances, and he was named a ward of the state. It took three different foster homes before someone took him in that wasn't bothered by the quiet, almost melancholy, young boy he'd become after the funeral. Half of his time outside of school was spent at the bookstore his father had owned, a bookstore that had many secrets that he soon learned, a bookstore that he had inherited, though at the moment it had been inherited by proxy, his foster parents actually holding the deed until he was of age.
Of course, once he hit middle school, his calm, quiet, withdrawn demeanor caused trouble. Everyone from the school bullies to the outcasts did whatever they could to try to make him talk. That's when the violent streak showed itself, and it was almost as if he was a completely different person when he got into a fight. Not a single one of the fights passed without him holding an entire conversation with the people that had picked it.
He didn't win every fight, far from it, but he certainly gave as good as he got. It wasn't until he outright told his psychiatrist that he enjoyed the fighting, enjoyed seeing the blood, smelling it, that he was recommended for PHS 552, which conveniently enough was a few streets over from the bookstore he'd inherited. His parents' lawyer and his psychiatrist had him move in residence into the bookstore, and enrolled at 552.
Other: Quirk of Behavior: Actually enjoys the taste of blood. His own, someone else's, doesn't matter.
Quirk of Dress: Always wears a pair of white gloves with red sigils embroidered on the backs.
Alias:
Age: 17
Grade: Senior (Summer birthday ftw!)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 187 lbs
Eye Color: Bright red (genetic fluke)
Hair Color: Jet black
Appearance:
Personality: Calm, laid back, a bit odd; all in all a very strange fellow that seems almost contradictory. His personality even carries over into his fighting, happily holding entire conversations with himself or his opponents in between attempts to wear him down. One could even surmise that this is the culmination of his personality: annoy someone until they make a mistake, and then capitalize on it. He's always there when a mistake is made to point out how it could have been done differently, and the mistake avoided, to the point some would consider him a nerd.
Fighting Style: If one were to assign a martial art style to the way James fights, the only one that would fit would be Ninjutsu. Strike swiftly and decisively, and leave no recourse for your enemies. These are the words James lives and fights by. Oftentimes he will simply spend most of a fight bobbing, weaving, and avoiding strikes, only to strike back at the least expected moment, taking advantage of a split second opening.
Strengths: James is extremely patient, often to the point of being accused of not caring about anything. He will happily help anyone that asks for it, though he may grow frustrated if they ask and then ignore his advice. He is also very quick to notice situations developing around him, to the point some think he might actually be truly prescient (he's not, of course, that would just be ridiculous.... wouldn't it?)
Weaknesses: There's just that tinge of... pure chaos to James. Sometimes there's just no accounting for why he does things. He can't control this at all, and will frequently wonder aloud why he hasn't gotten medication for it. This even happens in the middle of a fight from time to time, distracting him and creating an opening easily taken advantage of by those looking for it.
James has a mild allergy to sunlight, and even in the dead heat of summer, will go out fully covered, with sunglasses on. The light is actually painful to his vision, and subjecting him to it suddenly will send him diving for the nearest shade, ignoring all danger, largely because he can't see it.
He also can't stand the smell of garlic, growing nearly violently ill anytime he is subjected to it. Even the physicians he sees can't quite explain why this is a thing, but it is.
History: James was always odd. At birth, there was none of the screaming and squalling, instead a single indignant squawk to herald a new life entering the world. The doctors had remarked on his eyes, but that was about the only visibly odd thing. But growing up, he was always a quiet child, rarely throwing fits, always watching when someone was talking.
This continued through his childhood, up until his parents died under mysterious circumstances, and he was named a ward of the state. It took three different foster homes before someone took him in that wasn't bothered by the quiet, almost melancholy, young boy he'd become after the funeral. Half of his time outside of school was spent at the bookstore his father had owned, a bookstore that had many secrets that he soon learned, a bookstore that he had inherited, though at the moment it had been inherited by proxy, his foster parents actually holding the deed until he was of age.
Of course, once he hit middle school, his calm, quiet, withdrawn demeanor caused trouble. Everyone from the school bullies to the outcasts did whatever they could to try to make him talk. That's when the violent streak showed itself, and it was almost as if he was a completely different person when he got into a fight. Not a single one of the fights passed without him holding an entire conversation with the people that had picked it.
He didn't win every fight, far from it, but he certainly gave as good as he got. It wasn't until he outright told his psychiatrist that he enjoyed the fighting, enjoyed seeing the blood, smelling it, that he was recommended for PHS 552, which conveniently enough was a few streets over from the bookstore he'd inherited. His parents' lawyer and his psychiatrist had him move in residence into the bookstore, and enrolled at 552.
Other: Quirk of Behavior: Actually enjoys the taste of blood. His own, someone else's, doesn't matter.
Quirk of Dress: Always wears a pair of white gloves with red sigils embroidered on the backs.
