Post by Professor Shaun Quinn on Jul 12, 2008 9:41:33 GMT -6
Basics
Full Name: Shaun Nathaniel Quinn
Played By: Michael Vartan
Birthdate: January 1st. 31 Years Old.
Blood: Muggle-born
Physical Description:
Height: 6'2
Weight: 156lbs
Hair Color: A dark chocolate brown. It continues to change from its usual dark color to a lighter brown in summer, as it has done each and every year since childhood.
Eye Color: A similar brown to his hair, but with thorny hazel undertones along his iris' rim.
First Impression: At first glance, you'd guess instantly that Shaun Quinn is the type of man that likes to look after his physical being. At the age of thirty-one, he is still a long way from the harsher attributes of the aging process, and he intends to keep it that way for many years to come. Seemingly warm and friendly, Shaun's manners and social interaction shows just how open and willing to communicate he really is, even from a distance, or to an idle watcher. Although, if pressured or pushed into an uncomfortable situation Shaun's tall and agile frame may surpass it's usually careful and protective nature, and transform into a far more aggressive or impending stance. As friendly and easy-going as he may seem, his body and language still holds the powers of strength and student-day Gryffindor courage.
He's kept himself well groomed, just the way he likes it, but he's no stranger to getting his hands dirty. He's no preener. He can often be found lugging boxes of plant feed or rather large plants around the greenhouses when the suns out. He likes to give a helping hand, which is why his robes are never too fancy. Fashionable, yes. Fancy, no.
Hogwarts Specific:
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Elm, Dragon Heartstrings, 10 inches.
Pet: A mature barn owl, named Parsley.
Personality:
In truth, though he'd never discuss it under his own jurisdiction, Shaun Quinn has never viewed himself as a true Gryffindor Alumni. Even during his school days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he never truly considered himself worthy of his black, red and gold attire. Courage does not shine prominently from Shaun Quinn, and it never shall. His title as a Gryffindor stems from his need and ability to make close friends and ties with the world around him, and his protective nature that envelopes all those that know him. Under his watchful eyes, a friend or ally would receive all preferences of protection. It is this, matched with his underlying courage, ready to spring into immediate action whenever called upon, that placed him in the house of the lion.
Further talents and personality traits also added to his house-doubts as a boy, including his adaptive nature and skill to manipulate those that felt reliant of him. He may not have, or still not, realized how easily his tongue could create a willing mess, or situation that helped or hindered himself. Now at a powerful age, he still uses such a talent unknowingly to further his position with his surrounding peers, on a social and clerical level. If it helps his career, he'll do it. Or say it.
As much as he likes to progress and cushion his own life style, Shaun is a born helper. He gives good advice, or so he's heard, and is never one to shy away from the job at hand. As noted before, he often helps Professor Longbottom with the odd project or job in the Greenhouses. He's an excellent second pair of hands to those that need them.
Unfortunatley, as friendly people go, a group in which Shaun Quinn fits into easily, over the passing years, he has developed a rather negative personality aspect. His trust and confidence in his peers is slowly slipping. His prior career at the Ministry, in the Department of Magical Co-Operation has taken its toll on him, and his newly instated position at Hogwarts as Professor of Arithmancy has not helped... He has come to find, that not all people are trustworthy, nor worthy of his trust. He now knows that he must flush away all prior memories of old Hogwarts friends, and begin anew with all those that he held dear, to him, what seems a lifetime ago...
MBTI/Jung Personality Test:
Result: ISFG
Ennegram Personality Test:
Result: The Reformer. The rational, idealistic type.
Family History: (200 word min)
Michael Quinn, a simple man who worked long hours from a young age, bringing money to his mother and father and trying with all his might to make the pair proud of there son. Of course, they were proud of him, in every way, and yet, like him, they yearned for more. A pretty wife perhaps, for there only child, and a granchild to spoil and watch over. The plans for Michael Quinn's future had already been well oiled and warmed, fate ready to direct him down the correct path, when his mother introduced him to Alison Thorkin. They stumbled for each other instantly, and little by little, the small sums of money that Michael earned strayed from his parents home and upkeep, and onto the lovely Alison. Not that his parents minded. They could get along easily without there son, and wished only for his happiness.
The two, instantly joined together, planned there future together, and throughout the winter that followed the pairs courtship, they planned the wedding that would bind them. They wanted nothing more. They did marry of course, outdoors, in the dewy early spring air, before taking leave of the small town they had been raised and heading to the busier British Midlands. There, Michael bought a family home in which the pair hoped to raise a family, as close and as much in love as they had been on the very first day they'd met. Shaun came first, in the middle of winter, January 1st to be exact, a rather celebratory day. New Year. And with there new baby, a truly new year did arrive.
Times grew subtly harder. Money became short, and within the year that followed Shaun Quinn's birth, the bickering had begun. The pair held out, and grasped at the final straws of the marriage that crumbled around them, damaged by lack of money, secret debts and isolation from there families. But it did little to help either. Alison found that she had fallen pregnant for a second time, after four years of an uncomfortable marriage. The pregnancy flashed by, and still the pair continued to try and stabilize there relationship, to no avail. They finally parted ways, Michael returning to the British North to his family. Alison stayed behind, with her four year old son and newborn, Daryl.
The family of three struggled along fairly, an utterly tired Alison coming home to care for her children once muggle school had finished, before eating and sleeping, until it was time to take her two beloved sons to school and head to work once more. Life continued in this simple and trench-building way until the eleventh birthday of Alison's oldest son Shaun. The beginning of the trio's new life began with a letter. No ordinary letter, naturally, but a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school of magic. A school in which Shaun Quinn's magical ability would be harnessed and gradually built upon until he reached an age at which he could strive to be a high member of the wizarding world. This of course, is exactly what the boy did.
Having studied well and made many friends over his seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Shaun Quinn made a name for himself within the Charms and Arithmancy classes. He always managed well in the majority of his classes, but these two classes in particular seemed to shine the brightest on his academic record. Naturally, he strived to continue in the fields of Charms and Arithmancy, and took both subjects at NEWT level, along with Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. He later passed all four of his subjects, a distinction in Arithmancy. On a social scale, Shaun Quinn had a number of friends thats he usually kept within, the mass being in his own house or Hufflepuff. His closest friends included Delilah Chiasson, a prefect within his own year but of Hufflepuff, Sara-Louise Thompson, an older Gryffindor and Vincent Blade, a younger Hufflepuff that intrigued him greatly. They held a mutual attraction, a fascination almost in Shaun's perspective of Vincent, one which was cut short at the death of Vincent's father, and the receding of his personality. Such friends advanced his social skills, one Hufflepuff dance in particular that had branded itself upon his memory gave him foresight into the world beyond schooling.
It was during the same year, that the great Battle of Hogwarts commenced. The year itself had been full of the darkest things Shaun had ever experienced, from the vast number of adult wizards disappearing to mass breakouts from Azkaban Prison. The batltle had been a terrifying experience, and as a prefect Shaun had led the majority of the younger Gryffindor students from Hogwarts through the Room of Requirement, to the Hogs Head. Sara-Louise, his partner prefect had taken position in battle whilst Shaun shepherded the children out of the castle. Unwilling to leave the castle without his friends, Shaun returned to the battle raging on the lower levels to seek them. Delilah and Vincent, Prefects themselves, had naturally led there own house to safety, but it was Sara that Shaun found. Treating the injured, Shaun took up the position of her defense in earnest, idiotically brave to try and defend an older student whose experience surpassed his own. Caught by a ricocheting spell cast by one of the waging battlers, and knocked unconscious, Shaun remembers little other than Sara-Louise's muffled words, her face hovering over his, and the screaming and rumbling of the castle.
Once the battle had been won, The Dark Lord defeated by Harry Potter, the school was rebuilt and his academics continued. The two years that followed flew by indifferently, the only change being in the relationships he held with his friends. They, naturally, grew stronger.
The doors of the wizarding world stood open before him, and it was here that he split from his school friends, Delilah Chiasson, Sara-Louise Thompson and Vincent Blade to enter into the amazingly contrivers universe of the Ministry of Magic.
Having retained little of his school populace, he made friends and allies within the Ministry itself, many of which he came to reply upon. Until, the day came that the larger half of such people turned there backs upon him. Not only did a number of the fellow workers within his department (which he rapidly climbed in) seem to believe that Shaun Quinn was unworthy of his position, but tended to whisper snide comments under there breathe. He had of course, been unfortunate enough to be placed under and above a number of pureblood wizards and witches that still upheld old wizarding mentalities. Not only did he find it uncomfortable, as a muggle born within a group of peers that looked at him down the length of there noses, but the work involved tired him easily. Many hours of traveling.
By his twenty-ninth birthday he had resigned from his job, readily mistrusting all his work-mates. He had of course, been rather unfortunate. Not only, since the demise of the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort, had the wizarding world been a far safer and positive place, but under the rule of Kingsley Shaklebolt, discrimination was a simple wavering thought amongst the few purebloods who wished to uphold there 'honors'. After a year of unemployment, and home living and pampering from his mother, he opted for a dream of his since the late months of 1997. A teaching position at Hogwarts.
After a meeting with the headmistress, he received his wanted position as the schools Arithmancy Professor. To say he enjoys the teaching of his subject would be a small exaggeration. To say he enjoys teaching the students would be a seriously terrible understatement. His home, now Hogwarts, fits him perfectly. Having entered the realm of his old friends, he knows important and awkward re-introductions shall be contemplated and acted out between them. And so, life after the great war continues for Shaun Quinn...
Brief Roleplay Sample:
The howl of the wind, which magnified the rustling of the many brown and golded leaves, sent shivers along Shaun Quinn's spine. The crunching of the dead substance, untouched by human feet, disturbed him to the smallest of degrees. It reminded him of long nights under his red bed sheets in the Gryffindor Common Room, his lit wand in hand along with a good horror novel. Indefinably foolish, as he could easily foresee his future upset at reading such a thing in the dead of night with the leaves rustling and the trees creaking. Youth. Truthfully, it had made him the man at present, perched precariously on the edge of his seat as he gripped a large pile of parchment which threatened to tumble to the hard wood floor. His unbuttoned indoor cloak swept forwards in its deep mahogany color and smooth texture, the angle of his body letting it ripple forward, his head bent over the essay before him. Why, exactly, did fifteen year old boys have to have such impossible handwriting? He didn't know, nor could he remember, if his own had been so scrawly and scratchy. If it had, it had come a long way from to the looped red drafting that he etched now along the blocks of writing, correcting the mistakes made as he went.
A few minutes passed, his steady breathing, the lungs of the wind still screeching its harrowing tune, and the friction of quill on paper being the only sound to penetrate Professor Quinn's sixth floor office. If the outdoor squeal would only slip away, he easily could have enjoyed such silence. It had been a long day. An extremely long day, to be entirely accurate. His students had been exceedingly riled for some reason. One girl in particular had caused more trouble than usual. She always tended to have a mouth on her, but her latest class had been the loudest by far, with her contributions. Teenage girls. Quiet one day, a Filibuster the next.
Shaun Quinn then realized, with a sigh and the collecting of his robes, that he had better stick to Arithmancy, and not the workings of his students. Arithmancy, he could understand.
Full Name: Shaun Nathaniel Quinn
Played By: Michael Vartan
Birthdate: January 1st. 31 Years Old.
Blood: Muggle-born
Physical Description:
Height: 6'2
Weight: 156lbs
Hair Color: A dark chocolate brown. It continues to change from its usual dark color to a lighter brown in summer, as it has done each and every year since childhood.
Eye Color: A similar brown to his hair, but with thorny hazel undertones along his iris' rim.
First Impression: At first glance, you'd guess instantly that Shaun Quinn is the type of man that likes to look after his physical being. At the age of thirty-one, he is still a long way from the harsher attributes of the aging process, and he intends to keep it that way for many years to come. Seemingly warm and friendly, Shaun's manners and social interaction shows just how open and willing to communicate he really is, even from a distance, or to an idle watcher. Although, if pressured or pushed into an uncomfortable situation Shaun's tall and agile frame may surpass it's usually careful and protective nature, and transform into a far more aggressive or impending stance. As friendly and easy-going as he may seem, his body and language still holds the powers of strength and student-day Gryffindor courage.
He's kept himself well groomed, just the way he likes it, but he's no stranger to getting his hands dirty. He's no preener. He can often be found lugging boxes of plant feed or rather large plants around the greenhouses when the suns out. He likes to give a helping hand, which is why his robes are never too fancy. Fashionable, yes. Fancy, no.
Hogwarts Specific:
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Elm, Dragon Heartstrings, 10 inches.
Pet: A mature barn owl, named Parsley.
Personality:
In truth, though he'd never discuss it under his own jurisdiction, Shaun Quinn has never viewed himself as a true Gryffindor Alumni. Even during his school days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he never truly considered himself worthy of his black, red and gold attire. Courage does not shine prominently from Shaun Quinn, and it never shall. His title as a Gryffindor stems from his need and ability to make close friends and ties with the world around him, and his protective nature that envelopes all those that know him. Under his watchful eyes, a friend or ally would receive all preferences of protection. It is this, matched with his underlying courage, ready to spring into immediate action whenever called upon, that placed him in the house of the lion.
Further talents and personality traits also added to his house-doubts as a boy, including his adaptive nature and skill to manipulate those that felt reliant of him. He may not have, or still not, realized how easily his tongue could create a willing mess, or situation that helped or hindered himself. Now at a powerful age, he still uses such a talent unknowingly to further his position with his surrounding peers, on a social and clerical level. If it helps his career, he'll do it. Or say it.
As much as he likes to progress and cushion his own life style, Shaun is a born helper. He gives good advice, or so he's heard, and is never one to shy away from the job at hand. As noted before, he often helps Professor Longbottom with the odd project or job in the Greenhouses. He's an excellent second pair of hands to those that need them.
Unfortunatley, as friendly people go, a group in which Shaun Quinn fits into easily, over the passing years, he has developed a rather negative personality aspect. His trust and confidence in his peers is slowly slipping. His prior career at the Ministry, in the Department of Magical Co-Operation has taken its toll on him, and his newly instated position at Hogwarts as Professor of Arithmancy has not helped... He has come to find, that not all people are trustworthy, nor worthy of his trust. He now knows that he must flush away all prior memories of old Hogwarts friends, and begin anew with all those that he held dear, to him, what seems a lifetime ago...
MBTI/Jung Personality Test:
Result: ISFG
Ennegram Personality Test:
Result: The Reformer. The rational, idealistic type.
Family History: (200 word min)
Michael Quinn, a simple man who worked long hours from a young age, bringing money to his mother and father and trying with all his might to make the pair proud of there son. Of course, they were proud of him, in every way, and yet, like him, they yearned for more. A pretty wife perhaps, for there only child, and a granchild to spoil and watch over. The plans for Michael Quinn's future had already been well oiled and warmed, fate ready to direct him down the correct path, when his mother introduced him to Alison Thorkin. They stumbled for each other instantly, and little by little, the small sums of money that Michael earned strayed from his parents home and upkeep, and onto the lovely Alison. Not that his parents minded. They could get along easily without there son, and wished only for his happiness.
The two, instantly joined together, planned there future together, and throughout the winter that followed the pairs courtship, they planned the wedding that would bind them. They wanted nothing more. They did marry of course, outdoors, in the dewy early spring air, before taking leave of the small town they had been raised and heading to the busier British Midlands. There, Michael bought a family home in which the pair hoped to raise a family, as close and as much in love as they had been on the very first day they'd met. Shaun came first, in the middle of winter, January 1st to be exact, a rather celebratory day. New Year. And with there new baby, a truly new year did arrive.
Times grew subtly harder. Money became short, and within the year that followed Shaun Quinn's birth, the bickering had begun. The pair held out, and grasped at the final straws of the marriage that crumbled around them, damaged by lack of money, secret debts and isolation from there families. But it did little to help either. Alison found that she had fallen pregnant for a second time, after four years of an uncomfortable marriage. The pregnancy flashed by, and still the pair continued to try and stabilize there relationship, to no avail. They finally parted ways, Michael returning to the British North to his family. Alison stayed behind, with her four year old son and newborn, Daryl.
The family of three struggled along fairly, an utterly tired Alison coming home to care for her children once muggle school had finished, before eating and sleeping, until it was time to take her two beloved sons to school and head to work once more. Life continued in this simple and trench-building way until the eleventh birthday of Alison's oldest son Shaun. The beginning of the trio's new life began with a letter. No ordinary letter, naturally, but a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school of magic. A school in which Shaun Quinn's magical ability would be harnessed and gradually built upon until he reached an age at which he could strive to be a high member of the wizarding world. This of course, is exactly what the boy did.
Having studied well and made many friends over his seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Shaun Quinn made a name for himself within the Charms and Arithmancy classes. He always managed well in the majority of his classes, but these two classes in particular seemed to shine the brightest on his academic record. Naturally, he strived to continue in the fields of Charms and Arithmancy, and took both subjects at NEWT level, along with Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. He later passed all four of his subjects, a distinction in Arithmancy. On a social scale, Shaun Quinn had a number of friends thats he usually kept within, the mass being in his own house or Hufflepuff. His closest friends included Delilah Chiasson, a prefect within his own year but of Hufflepuff, Sara-Louise Thompson, an older Gryffindor and Vincent Blade, a younger Hufflepuff that intrigued him greatly. They held a mutual attraction, a fascination almost in Shaun's perspective of Vincent, one which was cut short at the death of Vincent's father, and the receding of his personality. Such friends advanced his social skills, one Hufflepuff dance in particular that had branded itself upon his memory gave him foresight into the world beyond schooling.
It was during the same year, that the great Battle of Hogwarts commenced. The year itself had been full of the darkest things Shaun had ever experienced, from the vast number of adult wizards disappearing to mass breakouts from Azkaban Prison. The batltle had been a terrifying experience, and as a prefect Shaun had led the majority of the younger Gryffindor students from Hogwarts through the Room of Requirement, to the Hogs Head. Sara-Louise, his partner prefect had taken position in battle whilst Shaun shepherded the children out of the castle. Unwilling to leave the castle without his friends, Shaun returned to the battle raging on the lower levels to seek them. Delilah and Vincent, Prefects themselves, had naturally led there own house to safety, but it was Sara that Shaun found. Treating the injured, Shaun took up the position of her defense in earnest, idiotically brave to try and defend an older student whose experience surpassed his own. Caught by a ricocheting spell cast by one of the waging battlers, and knocked unconscious, Shaun remembers little other than Sara-Louise's muffled words, her face hovering over his, and the screaming and rumbling of the castle.
Once the battle had been won, The Dark Lord defeated by Harry Potter, the school was rebuilt and his academics continued. The two years that followed flew by indifferently, the only change being in the relationships he held with his friends. They, naturally, grew stronger.
The doors of the wizarding world stood open before him, and it was here that he split from his school friends, Delilah Chiasson, Sara-Louise Thompson and Vincent Blade to enter into the amazingly contrivers universe of the Ministry of Magic.
Having retained little of his school populace, he made friends and allies within the Ministry itself, many of which he came to reply upon. Until, the day came that the larger half of such people turned there backs upon him. Not only did a number of the fellow workers within his department (which he rapidly climbed in) seem to believe that Shaun Quinn was unworthy of his position, but tended to whisper snide comments under there breathe. He had of course, been unfortunate enough to be placed under and above a number of pureblood wizards and witches that still upheld old wizarding mentalities. Not only did he find it uncomfortable, as a muggle born within a group of peers that looked at him down the length of there noses, but the work involved tired him easily. Many hours of traveling.
By his twenty-ninth birthday he had resigned from his job, readily mistrusting all his work-mates. He had of course, been rather unfortunate. Not only, since the demise of the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort, had the wizarding world been a far safer and positive place, but under the rule of Kingsley Shaklebolt, discrimination was a simple wavering thought amongst the few purebloods who wished to uphold there 'honors'. After a year of unemployment, and home living and pampering from his mother, he opted for a dream of his since the late months of 1997. A teaching position at Hogwarts.
After a meeting with the headmistress, he received his wanted position as the schools Arithmancy Professor. To say he enjoys the teaching of his subject would be a small exaggeration. To say he enjoys teaching the students would be a seriously terrible understatement. His home, now Hogwarts, fits him perfectly. Having entered the realm of his old friends, he knows important and awkward re-introductions shall be contemplated and acted out between them. And so, life after the great war continues for Shaun Quinn...
Brief Roleplay Sample:
The howl of the wind, which magnified the rustling of the many brown and golded leaves, sent shivers along Shaun Quinn's spine. The crunching of the dead substance, untouched by human feet, disturbed him to the smallest of degrees. It reminded him of long nights under his red bed sheets in the Gryffindor Common Room, his lit wand in hand along with a good horror novel. Indefinably foolish, as he could easily foresee his future upset at reading such a thing in the dead of night with the leaves rustling and the trees creaking. Youth. Truthfully, it had made him the man at present, perched precariously on the edge of his seat as he gripped a large pile of parchment which threatened to tumble to the hard wood floor. His unbuttoned indoor cloak swept forwards in its deep mahogany color and smooth texture, the angle of his body letting it ripple forward, his head bent over the essay before him. Why, exactly, did fifteen year old boys have to have such impossible handwriting? He didn't know, nor could he remember, if his own had been so scrawly and scratchy. If it had, it had come a long way from to the looped red drafting that he etched now along the blocks of writing, correcting the mistakes made as he went.
A few minutes passed, his steady breathing, the lungs of the wind still screeching its harrowing tune, and the friction of quill on paper being the only sound to penetrate Professor Quinn's sixth floor office. If the outdoor squeal would only slip away, he easily could have enjoyed such silence. It had been a long day. An extremely long day, to be entirely accurate. His students had been exceedingly riled for some reason. One girl in particular had caused more trouble than usual. She always tended to have a mouth on her, but her latest class had been the loudest by far, with her contributions. Teenage girls. Quiet one day, a Filibuster the next.
Shaun Quinn then realized, with a sigh and the collecting of his robes, that he had better stick to Arithmancy, and not the workings of his students. Arithmancy, he could understand.