Application
- PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME: Michi
AGE: 21
PRONOUN OF CHOICE: Female
EMAIL ADDRESS: thewindthesea@gmail.com
AIM SCREENNAME & MAIN PERSONAL LJ ACCOUNT: thewindthesea & hazel_secrets
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
- CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Quatre Raberba Winner
CODENAME: N/A
SERIES/SOURCE: Gundam Wing
AGE: 15
GENDER: Male
ROLE:Student
BACKGROUND: Quatre is the youngest of thirty and the only boy. All of his sisters are adopted, but Quatre was born naturally to Quatrine and Zayeed Winner. A few days after the birth, Quatrine died from complications. Not wanting his only son to know the truth, he told him he was adopted, just like his sisters. Even when Quatre was a baby, his father and sisters noticed that he was extremely perceptive to the people around him.
He was a happy child, always being doted upon by his sisters and father. Quatre was normal as one could be when apart of the influential family his was. When he was younger, he asked many questions about his mother and why he didn’t look like all his older sisters. Very seldom would he be given answers. Once when he was about seven, he overheard his oldest sister, who was home visiting for Quatre’s upcoming birthday, and his father talking about whether or not Quatre should be told he was adopted or... He ran off before he could hear the rest of the conversation.
The next few years, Quatre was very much a little brat; he believed that his father could just get someone to replace him. The summer he turned eleven, things changed. The car he was in was hijacked. The ten year old looked at the man who hijacked the car and told him he didn’t care whether or not he died, his father could get someone to replace him as he was merely adopted. For some reason, that struck a chord with the hijacker and he slapped Quatre, telling him that just because he was adopted, didn’t mean his father could replace him anytime he wanted. Quatre was shocked; no one had treated him like that before. The man then fled, leaving Quatre and the driver unharmed, what he wanted was never discovered. But, Quatre changed after that, becoming the sweet boy his sisters and father knew.
He went to private school from the time that he began school until the end of his freshman year of high school. Quatre’s time there was pretty average; he made friends, participated in sports (mostly fencing) and the orchestra as a violinist. That summer, after he turned fourteen, his power began to show itself. Not knowing what was going on with him, Quatre went to his father to see if he had answers. It was then Zayeed told informed him that, unlike his sisters, he was not adopted, but in fact naturally born. His mother had died a few days after his birth, that she had a medical condition that gave her a fifty percent of survival if she chose to carry a child to full term. Quatre was distraught by this, but Zayeed told his son that Quatrine wanted to have him. Understanding this, he once again asked about his powers, if they where mutant powers. That fall, Quatre went to the Xavier Institute so he could learn to control them.
PERSONALITY: Though he may appear to be quite, polite and unassuming, Quatre can be quite the brat. Well, only if he feels that if it’s appropriate or is just feeling a bit snarky. He never says anything bad about people or allows rumors to spread about those that he cares about. He’d do most anything for someone he considers a friend, and not just a friend, perfect strangers too. Though some of his sisters say that Quatre bends over backwards helping people until his back breaks. The blonde is also stubborn as hell, not allowing anything to stand in his way. He will not back down from anything, seeing it to be a sign of weakness and wanting those he stands against to know that no matter what, nothing will change his mind. But Quatre does have a darker side. There are times when his normally bright blue eyes will darken and ice over with anger or sorrow. When the "nice guy" face slips away, what's left is a cold, calculating, brilliant strategist with no remorse.
APPEARANCE: Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Quatre embodies the picture of innocence. Even at fifteen, he’s rather short, only about 5’5” and rather slender. Sometimes, he’s mistaken for a girl. But, don’t let his meek looking appearance fool you; he’s got strength and speed. Often Quatre can be found wearing nice slacks, a button down shirt and depending on the day, a vest.
POWERS: For most of his life, Quatre had only his empathy. His father always explained it to him that it was just something he inherited from his mother. For most of his life, Quatre ignored it, except for little pangs of a particularly strong emotion from someone he knew or a complete stranger.
When he was fourteen, a new ability began to manifest… Quatre noticed that he was starting to be able to do multiple things at once without loosing focus on any of them. This also allows him to recall specific information without pause and have a photographic memory. With this new appeared ability, its increased Quatre’s natural strategic skills, letting him make snap decisions.
ANYTHING ELSE?: I think I’m alright…
- RP SAMPLES
First-person sample:
Is there anyone who would be interested in a game of chess? I’ve finished all of my homework and reading for tonight and I’m a little bored.
I’ve been wondering if I should try to learn a new language or improve upon the Arabic that Father taught me. Maybe Italian, I already know French and Latin, so it would be easy… Does anyone have any suggestions?
Third-person sample: Quatre ran through the halls, weaving in and out of people, quickly saying his apologizes if he bumped into anyone. He was going to be late for his class! Quatre hated being late for anything! Just before class was due to begin, he got in and sat down with a sigh. Opening his notebook, he leaned back waiting for the class to begin.
After class was over, Quatre relaxed a bit. Done for the day, all that was left was to work on his homework and then go to the library. Grabbing his bag, he walked out of the room, laughing with one of his classmates. He felt more comfortable at the Institute than he had the last year he was in the private school he’d come from.
He split from his classmates a while before the library. Walking into the large room, Quatre smiled. He waved to the person at the desk before walking towards the little nook he used to study and do his homework. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone, which was one of the newer smart phones. With a few movements of his fingers on the screen, he’d pulled up the news articles he’d been assigned to read and then review concerning mutant politics and rights.