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Quinn Bernard Grey


PLAY BY: Jesse Spencer.

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: Grey.
AGE: Seventeen.
HOUSE: Slytherin.
YEAR: Sixth.
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood.
ALLIANCE: Neutral (Undecided).
WEALTH STATUS: Upper-middle class.
SEXUALITY: Bisexual (and a complete and utter player).
PATRONUS: Snow Leopard.
BOGGART: Public humiliation, a sea of people pointing and laughing at him.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Public adoration, a sea of people clamouring to be near him, with much bowing, pleading and grovelling.

THE PERSONALITY ,

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Likes: Sarcasm – Quinn is one of the most sarcastic people to grace the Earth, everything that is said by those around him is liable to be received with a biting comeback; renown – in whatever form, whether in a good light or bad light, he likes for his reputation to proceed him; people who stand-up for themselves – though he might seem like a bully and so shouldn’t like these people, these are the kind of people that Quinn can envision himself as friends with; girls who think they have a chance – so very highly amusing; odd trinkets – Quinn has a collection of odd little contraptions that don’t really seem to do anything, but amuse him; drawing – though he’d never let anyone else know this; pouring rain – for the simple reason that school shirts go see-through; winning – it’s good to be king.

Dislikes: Authority – it’s a cliché but it’s true, don’t try to boss him around, things won’t end well; being wrong – used to have people listen to his words and take them for gospel, or at least being able to justify whatever it was he was saying (regardless of truth), Quinn hates it when it’s irrefutable that he’s not right about something; homework – work is for class time in Quinn’s opinion, personal time should be just that; overly happy people – consistently cheery people and those who are optimistic even in the most dire of situations get on Quinn’s nerves; house pride – he sees no point in blagging membership of a particular house, all he sees the house system as is a stirring of competition and imposition of conformity.

Strengths: Witty – Quinn is a funny guy, once you get past the fact that he’s insulting you in whatever way he can, you realise that it’s all very clever; smooth talker – he always finds a way to get what he wants, once he’s made his mind up on having something it will be his, equally good at worming his way out of situations; liar – is he telling the truth? is he lying to you? who knows; indifference – Quinn is affected very little by what people say to him, insults run off his back and he’ll just as quickly shout abuse back to you.
Weaknesses: Arrogant – Quinn does suffer a large ego and thinks himself better than others with little evidence; sore loser –he will sulk and let his temper show when he loses anything, from the smallest loss to the largest defeat ; doesn’t care for people’s feelings – he has little regard for the impact of his usually harsh words upon others, able to ignore whatever reaction they give; concentration on academics – Quinn doesn’t see much point in putting effort into his classes, a pass is a pass regardless of how well it is attained.

Overall: Quinn – or Grey as he is more usually called - likes to think of himself as a bit of a rock star, enjoying harbouring the opinion that the masses look up to him in some kind of hero-like light. This high opinion of himself may or may not be justified; he doesn’t particularly care either way though – holding his own opinions and thoughts above those of anyone else’s. He oozes cockiness in every facet of his being, his swagger is easily seen from a distance and the confidence in his voice and loud laugh are just as easily identified – most usually before he is even in sight. He acts as if he can get away with anything, and usually he finds that he can – able to convince mostly everyone that whatever his side of the argument is is the right one.

Quinn isn’t the head boy – this fact utterly unsurprising - nor is he a prefect – again, there is little in his personality that would earn him such a position within the school (let alone the fact that his dislike of the professors and their obvious distaste for him can be seen by even the newest of students). He isn’t particularly up on taking part in any of the clubs around the school, too much familiarity residing there-in and preferring instead to remain more enigmatic and separated from the general populace. He has played on the Quidditch team as a substitute on occasion but not for more than a handful of matches. Quinn tends to keep to himself mostly in classes, preferring to wander off in his own tangents rather than cause disruption within a loud group.

The Slytherin has few people that he would term “friends” and very, very few who would go beyond such a label, instead opting to associate himself with people who may prove useful at one particular point in time. He tends to acquire followers who, whilst he may pretend irk him to the highest degree, he relishes in having, upping his reputation levels and so forth. There are people with whom he is closer to than most of the rest of the school, but still they remain only friends of convenience – his inner circle of friends consisting of those with whom he feels an absolute trust (which it is hard to gain).

Bravado aside, he can be a thoughtful and reflective person – putting his cunning to other uses than acid remarks – but even fewer still than those that he would class as permanent friends have ever seen him in such a state; Quinn mostly conserving this type of behaviour for times when he is utterly alone and in need of clearing his mind of everything in the world. He practices Tai Chi to aid with this cleansing, though this is something he is a bit more open about – although only practiced only within his dorm it seems common knowledge that this, along with sketching and drawing are past-times that he does find himself indulging in.

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THE HISTORY ,

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MOTHER: Alison Cristiana Grey – nee Huxley (forty-nine, st mungo’s board of directors).
FATHER: John Benjamin Grey (forty-eight, healer).
SIBLINGS: Alonso John Grey (nineteen).
OTHER RELATIVES: Roland Stephen Huxley (forty).
PETS: Zephyr, ferret. (3)
HISTORY:

Growing up, Quinn had everything that he could have wanted – regardless of if he realised it or not. His parents were a happy couple, utterly devoted to one another; yes, the occasional fights did ensue but they were mere scuffles and easily resolved, not making for anything anywhere near a breakup of the two. Being an only child, he received all of their doting and attention, never in competition for their love with anything else. Money too was never a problem for the Greys, living in a house which was amongst one of the largest in their neighbourhood in the southern reaches of Southampton, with gardens to play in and plenty of other children around about. The family was even in possession of three large and boisterous huskies – something which Quinn had loved from a very young age.

Quinn was always a leader more than a follower, it could be seen from the way he interacted with the other children, but his parents couldn’t particularly see why – though being magic-folk they did suspect that maybe some magic was being shown in their son and that was influencing the others as such. Quinn however put this occurrence down to sheer personality (and for the most part it was that he was a good story teller and could influence others of his own accord), boosting his confidence levels further. Real magic was shown in his parents’ presence when he was approximately 6 however, his model aeroplanes and cars zooming around his head and on the carpet without John and Alison’s enchantment.

Receiving his letter, and being very proud of doing so, Quinn set of with his parents for London and Diagon Alley. Spending a month over the summer prior to his starting Hogwarts in the city and immersing himself in the whole culture and feel of the wider wizarding community than could have been found back in their own small town, he did not make any notable friends, despite the vast presence of others who were also starting in his year (and without the bias of having previously being sorted to contend with – although many did blag their parents’ houses and divulge their hopes of which house would choose them). Quinn did not care much which house he was sorted into, his parents having told him of the virtues of each (but the real reason for his apathy was that he didn’t much want to win the house cup, and wasn’t bothered with being a goody-two-shoes and collecting points).

Throughout his early Hogwarts career, he quickly established the way in which he was going to be seen and regarded by the other students, the type of person that one always wanted to be friends with but who never seemed to harbour any particular affections in return. A social butterfly, he established few meaningful friendships with anyone – although he was much closer to those in his House (as was only to be expected after having spent the greatest deal of his time with them. He never excelled to the glory of top rank in any class, and by far his best work was produced during practical lessons – as intelligent as he was, the application of knowledge to particular (and as he saw them trivial) problems in the classroom was not a strong point of his – favouring flying, potion-making and spell casting over writing essays and sitting exams.

Having recently found out that he was adopted into such a happy family has made him resentful: of his “parents” for not having trusted him with this fact before he was so old – although with gratitude to them for taking him in; and of his biological parents for not having wanted him in the first place – and for having never attempted to make contact. Not that he found himself interested in having to make the effort on his part, leaving this scrap of information a mere triviality and focusing instead on the bitter feeling left by it.

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: Vince/Corr.
AGE: Twenty.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Quinn; Psychology Of...; 11/06/10::

He tipped his head and glass to her in acknowledgement of her compliment – noting the sarcasm but choosing to disregard it in effort of maintaining form and annoying her further – muttering to his drink, in undertones, a reply; more to himself than for direct impact upon the Gryffindor, “I’m just a classy kind of guy... and you keep telling yourself that darling...” He shook his head lightly with a matching smile upon his mouth; whilst a small voice in his head argued, Grey was too much ego to take into consideration that maybe his particular set of charms and accolades weren’t something that would fell Tinsley for a second time and that perhaps her heart really did say no right along with her lips.

His attitude had firm basis on past experience to his credit however, teaching him that whilst few would openly admit wanting something from him they were more than happy to stick around and pretend like they were irked by his presence – only to voice the strongest protest should he have made any effort to leave their proximity only to then turn on a full scale assault of flirting. And the Slytherin knew that he too employed this tactic from time to time, situation dependant of course (having both people play that same game never usually ended with a positive outcome). So the small voice of reason that could tell the Tinsley blatantly wasn’t headed for Phase 2 anytime soon was ignored in favour of the voice that egged him on and urged him to continue as he would in normal circumstances.

He looked over his shoulder to the table which the Hufflepuffs had taken up, now looking at Tinsley with sour looks that portrayed blame for their friend’s dismissal on her, their sharp glances punctuated with hasty comments thrown to each other and cruel smiles at the obviously derogatory slants. “Would you rather they were still here?” he questioned, slowly returning his gaze back to the Gryffindor, “And I explain to them why we’re standing in conversation? Why I suddenly lost my ability to lie and why you go scarlet at the mere suggestion of anything in my presence?” The smile on his lips now held no warmth or joke, though the look did not quite extend to his eyes, betraying the threat as idle; braggart as he was, he wasn’t one to name names nor tell just anyone who would listen (something which Tinsley seemed as of the moment thoroughly unawares of).

He pinned her with a look that told of the fact that he didn’t think even she believed that. “Oh, come on... you’re not old news yet. Dead relatives and their surviving kin are a big thing at Hogwarts, didn’t you know?” He threw half a look to the Hufflepuff girls again, “And it’s not me that they’re gossiping about now... though it’s probably my fault...” an expression of self-satisfaction flitted across his features before he disappeared behind his drink again and drained half of the remaining liquid. Ruffling his hair a little, he afforded the rejected girl and her friends a false flash of an appreciatory smile, accompanied by the obligatory (and utterly confusing, given prior goings on) once over flirting glance – not entirely willing to burn his bridges there even whilst trying to prove his point to the Seventh year.

“What morals?”

He scoffed, raising his eyebrows at her to twist his expression to one of condescension and accompany his matter-of-fact tonality, “Everyone knows what I’m like, what I do... who I do.” he smirked a little at this, whilst he might not brag others certainly did (and the lies he had heard!), “So long as I live by those morals, I’m in the clear here...” He shrugged as she questioned the honour in his actions, hiding what might have been a flicker of doubt behind his drink before answering in measured, yet defensive, tones, “Just because I’m honest I’m not a good person? Because I know what I like and go for it? Fair enough I don’t play by the rules when I can help it, but I don’t do any lasting damage so what’s the harm, eh?”

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