Post by HARLEQUIN HOLBROOK on Sept 10, 2011 22:14:48 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: right; width: 450px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1; word-spacing: 1px;]like lightning jump up high like ninja[/style][style=background: #ffffff; text-align: center; padding: 10px; width: 430px; border-left: 1px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000;] [/style][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-right: 10px;]  [/style] [style=margin-left: 110px; height: 90px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;]FULL NAME: harlequin azuras holbrook.NICKNAME(S): quin, or holbrook. AGE: seventeen. GENDER: female. CLASS: trainer. SEXUALITY: bi-curious. mainly hetero. ELEMENT PREFERENCE: she prefers psychic-type pokemon, but also has a soft spot for water and electric pokemon. HOMETOWN: vermillion city, kanto.[/style] [style=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-left: 10px;] [/style][style=margin-right: 110px; height: 200px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;]GOOD PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS:BAD PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS: PERSONAL LIKES: PERSONAL DISLIKES: HISTORY: mother: sonia holbrook née vandyne, age thirty-nine. father: zaire holbrook, age thirty-seven. brother: urie holbrook, age fourteen quin hadn't ever really had any problems with her parents before urie was born. of course, then she was only three years old, and her biggest concern was being stuffed into fluffy dresses that her grandparents bought her. it had only been for show, and take pictures to send to her grandma, her mother had said when she was pulling the ruffled dress over quin's head. yeah. and then urie was born, and it was like the whole world changed. her mom now had two sons to take care of. one, she would have preferred to have as her daughter. as quin got older, sonia and her father put a little more pressure on her. sonia made hints, that she thought were subtle, for quin to be more girly, wear some skirts with her ties and button up shirts, grow her hair out. but quin wasn't up for any of that, she did what she wanted to and looked like how she wanted to. there was no question. she liked the feeling of a breeze on the back of her neck, and the way tourist girls grinned at her like she was some cute boy. at age fifteen, quin headed out of vermillion city to start her own adventure. she hadn't an idea where she was going, but it was somewhere away from her home. she wasn't going back until her family could really finally accept her. she battled people at first to vent off anger, but later just found it as a challenge. quin doesn't do it very often, sometimes she is just too lazy too. and then she found it more interesting to just meet people from all over. it was a combination of pokemon and people that brought her to where she is today, [/style] [style=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-left: 10px;] [/style][style=margin-right: 110px; height: 200px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;] LOLLI︱PSYCHIC︱GOTHITA︱FEMALE lolli was given as a gift to quin from her mother and father. quin was about seven years old. it was more like a promised gift because of an argument that she had had with them about urie, and how they hadn't believed her. but also, zaire holbrook figured that an gothita would provide a playmate for quin, while her mother believed it was more cutesy and up quin's unusual alley. lolli is extremely dramatic, but just a little bit bashful when around other's she doesn't know. quin often finds her digging through her bag as well, and batting her eyelashes often. sometimes lolli is just as cheeky and flirtatious as quin.  HARA︱PSYCHIC︱ESPEON︱FEMALE hara was the light in front of quin. almost literally, only when she and quin had met, hara had actually been blocking the sunlight from quin, as she laid spread out in the middle of a town square. apparently, the young girl had a bit too much fun at one of the gatherings and had just passed out. the espeon hadn't left quin's side, being all maternal and making sure that she was alright. hara has more of a calming and relaxed influence on quin. hara is laid-back and protective over her companion. she's loyal and just a little bossy, sometimes nudging quin in some directions, most times for the better (and sometimes for her own need).  JESUS/JI︱ELECTRIC︱MINUN︱MALE oh yes, this little bugger was a tough one. when quin first met this little minun, she thought nothing of it and just passed by. a while later, after she'd traveled for a bit, hara started to pick up on something. it wasn't until the little minun was jumping on quin's shoulders and squealing. quin had let out a, "Jesus!" and the rest was history. though quin hadn't intentionally named him that, it didn't matter because all that the little minun seemed to care about was quin paying attention to it. quin nicknamed it ji later, because that's really all she could get out, before it'd squeal and come to her. ji is hyper active, and always seeming to get into trouble. he's clumsy and loud. but awfully caring. sometimes he gives quin some massages. PC: [/style] [style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [style=margin-left: 110px; height: 150px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;]OUT OF CHARACTER NAME: bloo.OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a. FACE CLAIM: PERSONA 4, naoto shirogane. SAMPLE POST: The auburn-haired teen stumbled across the hardwood floor of his bedroom. The creaking, rickety noises echoed beneath his feet. These floorboards should really get fixed. Or else he could fall through the second story of their house and into the kitchen (what'd be much worse was if his mom was in there cooking when it happened). These thoughts barely graced his mind as he was too busy trying to pull up his pants without knocking the socks off his toes. One leg was inside his black trousers, while the other one seemed like it had a mind of its own, and didn't want to be shoved inside. He hopped around the room on his left foot, as if that would make getting his right leg into his pants any easier. But with various clothes strewn about the room, made it hard to move about on one foot. The teenager slipped on a sweater (which probably should have been put in a box with the cold-weather stuff), and tumbled to the ground. His cheeks turned pink, even though no one was there to see. Even so, ignoring the sting in his butt cheeks, he finally managed to pull on his pants (in an awkward position, mind you). He bit his lip, the tip of his tongue just poking out from the corner of his mouth like he always did when in deep concentration, as he focused on the buttons. This was always the hardest part for him, his fingers fumbling viciously over them. His hands already shaking a bit, from his fall or the fact that he was going to be late for the dinner. Perhaps stopping at his house wasn't a good idea, and it would have been better to have shown up underdressed at the fancy restaurant. He always liked being early to events. Not only because he could scope out the area for any suspicious behavior and prepare himself, but because it was polite. But it was too late for regrets now. After successfully fastening one button, the door to his room slammed against the wall of his bedroom as it opened. The young man yelped in surprise, and scrambled to shield the stretch of boxer that hadn't been covered yet, as well as fold his not-so-buttoned-up shirt to block any part of his chest from his mother's view. "Mom, now's not really the best time," he started, staring up at her from his spot on the floor. But stopped as he took note of the worry etched on her face. "What's wrong?" Anything could have been wrong. His father could have gotten swallowed up whole by the millions of words he'd written on his computer. Or his Immy could have collapsed at school, when he wasn't with her. Quickly, as if the new purpose gave him strength to fasten the other button, he had his pants completely on, and was working on the middle button of his shirt (that's how he always started anyway). "I heard you fall; I thought you'd hurt yourself," she said, just a bit grim. But then the older, dark haired woman broke out into a teasing grin. "I didn't expect you to express such enthusiasm for your date." Dakota's fingers halted on his fourth to last button, and he blushed. "It's not a date," he stated, before continuing his button-ery. He'd never been on a date before. He hadn't ever really thought about it so much. Just the thought would cause him to blush, maybe even 'causing his cheeks to explode. Dating and Dakota might have sounded good together, but he imagined that it'd just be somewhat of a mess if it actually did happen. Just look at what a wreck he made of his room. Imagine if he was that frantic about finding bottoms and a shirt, how would he be when trying to pick out a movie or a restaurant? Nothing scared him more than girls and dates (except for the ones you eat, 'cause those were good). "Whatever you say, my little Kota-bear," his mom said. It was almost like something Imogen would have said to him, in this situation. You know, just without the motherly tone, her voice would have taken more to teasing than anything else. Kota glanced at her from beneath his dark ginger-brown-ish locks and bit his lip. "Mom, I'm gonna be late!" He said, as if her standing there was keeping him from buttoning his shirt. Which it was embarrassing, he didn't want her to see his chest! That was just too much. He looked down at the white fabric, and then back up at her, expectantly. She gave a nod and opened her mouth as if to say she'd seen it all before, but there was no point, and just went back down the steps. Kota, making up for lost time, rushed to get the buttons into the right hole, and pulled his socks on all the way. Moments later, he rushed down to the entryway, with a light, black sweater in search for his shoes. Well, not really in search. Any time he was home, he left his shoes in the same place. It was like a routine for him, and what he did. Shoes always went in the hallway to the left of the front door. He slipped them on, retying them (just because one loop was looking too loopy and droopy), and turned towards the back of the house, where he knew his parents were. "I'm leaving!" He called, half expecting to hear his mom wish him well on his date, again. "If I don't come back, it's probably because I died of food poisoning. Remember that I was with Nell Shepherd, okay? She'd have been the accomplice in the scheme to murder me." He was totally serious. "Love you, bye!" With that, he left into the night. Or rather, to his impending doom, also known as Northern Lights. When Nell took him out to do something, who really had a clue whether he'd survive or not? She kind of frightened him, actually. It was uncertain to Kota if there was a good!Frighten, but if there was, it'd probably when he spent time with Nell. Even if some of the things he did with her made him think that, oh yes, his life was going to come to an end soon. But he liked spending time with her, so he didn't really want to turn this down. Plus, food was just good. When it wasn't alive and trying to eat you. After entering the fancy schmancy little place, he found his dark haired friend, and took a place across from her. "Hey Nellie," he said with a smile. "You are The Real Nell, right?" How was he supposed to know if an alien invasion had taken place in Maple Hollow while he was fighting a pair of pants in his bedroom?[/style] |
