Post by Glen Frederick Quartermane on Jun 12, 2011 13:05:23 GMT -6
it's time to show you what i'm all about,
, Glen Frederick Quartermane!?
Geek is the color for fall-I’m the geek in the pink
, Glen Frederick Quartermane!?
Geek is the color for fall-I’m the geek in the pink
get up, let's see what you're made of
the basics
the basics
Character Name: Glen Frederick Quartermane
Alias: Neutral
Birthday: March 8th, 1996
Age: Seventeen
Orientation: Straight with bisexual tendencies
House: Ravenclaw
Patronus: Badger
Wand: 12 ½ inch, unicorn hair, ebony
bring it on; you know i'm not afraid
the secrets
the secrets
Likes:
+Winning/being the best/being right
+Fashion
+Hot chocolate
+Books (specifically romance)
+Quidditch
+Bright colors
Dislikes:
+Losing/being overcome/being wrong
+Tardiness
+Bad hygiene
+Spicy food
+Slytherin punks
+Coffee
+Blood
Strengths:
+Sharp witted
+Keen fashion sense
+Potions/medical knowledge
+ Strong willed (or stubborn as his mother likes to call it)
Weaknesses:
+Terribly blunt/honest
+Uptight/by the book
+Snippy
+Chocolate
Boggart: Spider
Veritaserum: Few know that Glen is a vampire. He attempts to pass as a muggle born but his parents are not muggles but they aren’t wizards either. Only the staff at Hogwarts, and the select few that he’s told, know of his ‘condition.’
General Appearance: Glen is tall and reaches a height of 6’3”. His frame is stretched in appearance though toned like a muscular bean pole. Dark locks frame his peachy face accenting his blue-green eyes. His features are chiseled and are proportional. Rose-colored lips are typically meshed into a pout but it isn’t uncommon for him to be seen smiling, usually smirking at someone’s mistake. If not clad in his Hogwart’s uniform Glen can be seen in a pair of khakki’s with a pastel sweater or polo shirt, with a bright scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. Normally he wears contacts but sometimes when studying he puts on a silver pair of spectacles.
never give up when the going gets rough
the history
the history
Mother: Annette Renee Quartermane, 47, stay at home mother (vampire)
Father: Larten Bartholomew Quartermane, 49, manages a bank in central London (vampire)
Siblings: Bristle Eleanora Quartermane, 19, attends a muggle university for fashion design/journalism (vampire)
Others: No
Background: In an attempt at staying low-key, Larten visited southern Africa in hopes of evading the prying eyes of humans. Like most sane vampires he did not enjoy drinking the blood of the innocent and instead chose to consume human food to survive, despite the fact that doing so would make him weak and reduce him to nothing more than a human with fangs. While there he unexpectedly ran into a group of other vampires who had the same idea in mind as he did. There was a woman named Annette who had come from a wealthy pure-blood family of vampires but unlike her, delighted in feasting on humans. She had run away in hopes of escaping temptation. Finally, at the age of twenty-five, they married and left the group of vampires feeling ready to face the world. Three years later they birthed a daughter, Bristle, and two years after had a son, Glen.
Annette stayed home with the children to watch over them carefully while Larten worked at a prestigious bank. He made a fair amount of income but despite being higher middle class, the couple did their best to stay grounded so as to not be noticed. Their home is a flat a few blocks away from the bank where Larten works. Bristle and Glen were homeschooled until at the age of eleven Glen received a letter from Hogwarts. The family had always noticed something odd about Glen, besides being a young vampire, objects would always move when he was emotionally upset and at one point the pipes below the sink burst. His parents begrudgingly allowed him to attend. Glen tries to pass as a muggleborn, though he’s always been around muggle equipment and acts just like one. Only the staff at Hogwarts and a select few knows of his true heritage. None of his family drinks blood but eats normal food, this makes them weak and they don’t possess any typical vampire abilities except for grace.
i'll show you there's nothing that i can't do
behind the scenes
behind the scenes
Player: Breezy
Age: Seventeen
Contact: PM por favor :3
Anything Else: I like goats <3
RP Sample:
Footsteps padded lightly down the stairwell, the sound muted by the plush carpet. Glen lounged in a recliner near the base of the steps, his eyes glued to the newspaper stretched out in front of him. Without lifting his gaze he said, “Is that you Bristle?”
The girl muttered a curse beneath her breath, brushing a lock of red hair from her face. “Yes Glen, it is.” Annoyance bled heavily from her voice. Placing a hand on her hip she waited for him to speak, but when only silence ensued she made to quietly slip away.
“Where are you going? Do father and mother know?” He casually set the paper aside on the coffee table, glancing up at her with feigned impassiveness; a dark eyebrow arched in stringent disapproval. But one look at her outfit caused his mouth to drop in shock. “What the bloody hell are you wearing?”
Bristle scrunched up her nose fighting back her irritation. Tiling her head downwards she reexamined her ensemble; finding nothing to be wrong she simply crossed her arms and huffed. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Wha…what’s wrong with it?” Glen stuttered horrified. He couldn’t help but stare though every fiber within his being screamed for him to look away. Jean shorts, or what he perceived as such, barely covered her rear end while her shredded, black tank top did an equally poor job at concealing her breasts. Large hoop earrings glinted within the lighting while bright red lips formed into a pout. But what truly baffled him were the zebra heels that she wore which had to be at least eight inches. “Bristle, have you lost your mind?”
“Surprisingly no, but would you let up? I have to go.” She turned and quickly hopped down the last few steps before attempting to dart from the room. A hand shot out and grasped her wrist, pulling her backwards.
“Not in that you’re not. This really has to be some sort of sick joke or else I’m truly appalled.” He blinked glaring at his sister.
“Look it’s a club, everyone wears clothing like this.”
“Unlike everyone else sister dearest, you have class. Besides you look like a chewed up prostitute version of that Raggedy Anne doll, completely inappropriate for a soon-to-be fashion major.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before exhaling in frustration. “Honestly, what on earth were you thinking? Those colors are so drab.”
“Shut-up,” Bristle growled marching up the stairs to change.
“I need a glass of water,” Glen muttered holding his throbbing head within his hands.
The girl muttered a curse beneath her breath, brushing a lock of red hair from her face. “Yes Glen, it is.” Annoyance bled heavily from her voice. Placing a hand on her hip she waited for him to speak, but when only silence ensued she made to quietly slip away.
“Where are you going? Do father and mother know?” He casually set the paper aside on the coffee table, glancing up at her with feigned impassiveness; a dark eyebrow arched in stringent disapproval. But one look at her outfit caused his mouth to drop in shock. “What the bloody hell are you wearing?”
Bristle scrunched up her nose fighting back her irritation. Tiling her head downwards she reexamined her ensemble; finding nothing to be wrong she simply crossed her arms and huffed. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Wha…what’s wrong with it?” Glen stuttered horrified. He couldn’t help but stare though every fiber within his being screamed for him to look away. Jean shorts, or what he perceived as such, barely covered her rear end while her shredded, black tank top did an equally poor job at concealing her breasts. Large hoop earrings glinted within the lighting while bright red lips formed into a pout. But what truly baffled him were the zebra heels that she wore which had to be at least eight inches. “Bristle, have you lost your mind?”
“Surprisingly no, but would you let up? I have to go.” She turned and quickly hopped down the last few steps before attempting to dart from the room. A hand shot out and grasped her wrist, pulling her backwards.
“Not in that you’re not. This really has to be some sort of sick joke or else I’m truly appalled.” He blinked glaring at his sister.
“Look it’s a club, everyone wears clothing like this.”
“Unlike everyone else sister dearest, you have class. Besides you look like a chewed up prostitute version of that Raggedy Anne doll, completely inappropriate for a soon-to-be fashion major.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before exhaling in frustration. “Honestly, what on earth were you thinking? Those colors are so drab.”
“Shut-up,” Bristle growled marching up the stairs to change.
“I need a glass of water,” Glen muttered holding his throbbing head within his hands.
it's so close, i can almost taste it
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
the credits
made by rae aka
cupcake of rpgd and
vanilla_pop of caution 2.0
lyrics from angela via
"catch me if you can"
no stealing or else the pretty
fishies in my aquarium will
eat you<3
