Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 2:10:52 GMT
Quinton Oliver Kincaid "It's always tease tease tease You're happy when I'm on my knees One day is fine and next is black So if you want me off your back Well come on an' let me know... beta werewolf  Full Name: Quinton Oliver Kincaid Nicknames: Quinn Age: 17 Birthday: 09/23/1995 Gender: male Sexuality: straight Face Claim:Jay Ryan Appearance: short dark brownish red hair likes to spike it, light green eyes. Can usually be seen wearing a tight black under armour tank top, a slightly baggy plaid throw over(he has many different colored ones) but his favorite is a red, black and white one and he is usualy wearing either dark gray camo pants or dark green ones, his shoes are usually black & white converse style. He has a light scar on his right jaw that goes from his hair line almost to the tip of his chin. Personality: Quinn's a trouble maker, hes also hard to get to know and like because of his bad attitude and being a wealthy spoiled brat of a teenager. But under his tough and somewhat cruel nature and words, he can be a really good kid if someone could get through his tough fisod and get to his good side.Once you get through that tough guy act, Quinton will do whatever he needs to,to protect his family and friends. Mother: Christina Kincaid(pureblood werewolf) Father: Rupert Kincaid(pureblood werewolf) Children: Pets: none Others: none History: Quinton and his parents are a pretty wealthy wolf pack from Scotland. But slowly,Quintons parents grew tired of thier sons horrible behavior within and outside the pack. Quinton used to be a really good kid before the accident, his relationship with his parent used to be excellent as well, they were always hiking, camping and having an all around good time. But when Quinn was 14, him and his friends were messing around beside Blaines casm near one of his parents many Scotland lofts. They were all shoving each other close to the edge then twirling away before they all fell into the skinny dark deep hole. But something in Quinn snapped when he was telling his friends that he had enough, and they pushed him a little too far. The young wolf snapped and shoved his very best and longest childhood pack mate a little too hard and sent the poor kid over the edge of blaines chasm. The last thing he saw was his friends horified face as they rushed to grab him, but it was too late, they could only watch as the young teen fell to his death. Because under blaines chasm was the ocean surounded by rock and not even a pureblood could survive through a bashing from rough ocean water and rock. It was written off as an accident, but that didnt change the fact that he was responsible for his best friends death. After that Quinn could only think of his friend being bashed into the rocks and everywhere he went his pack and others had either given him a pitying look or a look that said he was a murderer, what hurt the most and broke his happy time with his parents was that the looks he was also getting from everyone else in town and from the pack, he was also seeing on his parents faces those horified and pitying looks he got when he lost his temper, once and only once he had gotten into it with his father and they both wolfed out a little. It put the teen in a bad mood every day, he started acting up, sneekng out at night to spray paint buildings and businesses, hanging out with the wrong crowed as he partied, drinking and smoking under age. It was just too much for his parents, his grades were slipping, getting into fights that he knew he could win against humans instead of walking away like he was taught to do. Finally, over three years of puting up with his sons strange rebelion against everyone and everything, his father and mother had enough of his it all, it was too much for the both of them. Making a pretty easy decision, the alpha of the pack, Quinns father, outcasted his son to the states and to Beacon Hills california. He was hoping to teach his son a lesson in respect for his alpha and those around him. But now Quinn just has a chip on his shoulder for his father and mother for throwing him out of the pack and country, even though they threw him out, they still send him money and he lives by himself in a luxurious mansion type vacation house. Now hes ready to make a little trouble in this new place, but to his dismay,his parents enrolled him in the high school there and he would soon be starting school at Beacon Hills High School... What a pain... Quintons parents knew he would stay at becon hills, he had said when he was maybe seven or eight when they had last visited there or it could have been before the hale house burned down, they couldnt remember exactly when, it had been a buisiness trip. But they remember him saying he likex the sunshine when he was that young, but they also knew he would stay because of the money they would send him, thier son might have had a bad streak but he was no fool to wonder around unknown territories in case there were bigger worse thing out there than himself. RP Sample: The day was bright and sunny, the sun coming in through his bay bedroom windows and glistening off his victorian style mirror and his darkish pumpkin colored bedroom walls. The sun had finally risen up far enough that it was reflecting off his mirror and right into his eyes. With a groan and a scowl on his face, he squinted open an eye to look at his new bedroom that surounded him. Quinn pushed back the covers of his king size bed, his bed set was a dark pumpkin, white and a brighter shade of orange stripes to match the walls of his room. The teenager groaned again with a stretch this time as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed, his feet not even touching the floor. He hopped a bit to the floor before making his way to the large bay bedroom windows before looking out the thin white curtains. People and cars were out and about this fine sunny day, but it was also the first day of school... Great...it was his first day and he was going to be late, just how he wanted it. He would be pretty new and he hated questions by people he didnt know. Well, it was time to get ready, Quinn walked away from the window and into his full bathroom. The walls were a lighter color of his bedrooms everything matched in there too. Quinton showered, then dressed in his normal tight black under armour tank, his red white and black plaid throw over, dark gray camo pants and his black and white convers shoes. He even spiked his hair up like he liked it and sprayed on his favorite axe body spray which was called dark temptation. Quinn then trotted out of his room and down his winding staircase, the stark white walls beating him in the face compaired to his darker colored room. There was no time for breakfast, he was already twenty minutes late for his first class, he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl next to the double front doors as well as his helmet, keys and sunglasses before slamming and locking the door behind him. Then there it stood, his baby, the one thing he loved to ride, his strait from Japan imported crotch rocket, its blood red and black painted metal glistening in the bright sunshine. The young teenage werewolf slid his helmet on then his sunglasses before getting on the beast and starting it up, he reved her a couple times before pulling the kickstand up and taking off out of the short driveway and down the road to the high school. |
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