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GENERAL

NAME: Quentin Mulligan Youngblood
NICKNAMES: Quen, Blood, Asshole
AGE/DOB: 15/July 4
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood, but there's magic, muggle and squib all up in that youngblood cocktail
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him
SEXUALITY: idk man idk i don't know this kid, he doesn't even go here

It doesn't really matter. There are aliens living on moons of planets we haven't even named yet. 80 percent of the ocean hasn't ever been touched and people are rediscovering species other people thought went extinct millions of years ago because they live in recesses of water we can't touch yet. Humans evolved from apes, and there is bacteria that can eat away your eyeballs. Something as small and obsolete as who one specific person wants to fuck in a world of 6 billion people and thousands of languages most people haven't even heard doesn't seem like it really matters.
HOMETOWN: Youngblood Compound, outside Point Pleasant, West Virginia.

CONCEPT: The phrase 'Don't Count Your Eggs Before They Hatch' personified.

PHYSICAL

APPEARANCE:

HEIGHT: 5'6

PB: Gabriel Basso

PERSONALITY

LIKES: Theories, patterns, hypotheses, pranks, Blade, all the blade movies, Blade Trinity is his favorite, pranks, noncomformity, an enraptured audience, clever conclusions, even wrong clever conclusions, puzzles, traps, pranks, attention

DISLIKES: sunburns, just the sun in general, like what the fuck is it even doing, it looks suspicious as fuck, it can't seriously think it's fooling anyone; being told what to do, bitch babies who can't appreciate a good prank, Casey Patterson, what traumatic event happened involving that kid and shirts and which one of them should we be more suspicious of, Nightwing, Star Wars, like all of them, all the star wars, those stars are pretty suspicious as fuck too now that you mention it, Criticism, even constructive criticism, compliments, bitch babies in general too, conformity

PERSONALITY:

Quentin definitively takes after his mother. He finds truth in a lot of what his father says and believes and has taught them his entire life, but Quentin compartmentalizes a lot of it. He doesn't act on every sneaking suspicion that enters his head. He doesn't act with violence on nearly anything. He's much more analytical and almost patient in a way.

Now, don't get me wrong, like his brother, he is very much the living embodiment of an internet troll. He plays up this whole conspiracy nut persona gifted to him from his father. He says extremely outlandish things, especially if he thinks they're funny. It makes it slightly difficult to take him seriously any of the time, and even more difficult to tell when he's actually being serious. He's totally cool with that, because the boy who cried wolf is definitely just a fucking myth. In the much bigger scheme of things, being incapable of pining down one set belief system will make it increasingly more difficult to target him. Who's targeting him? It could be literally anyone, it could be the teaching staff, random students, the shadow government. It doesn't matter. He needs to start young, so that he can develop a history before anybody even thinks about looking into his history.

At his core, Quentin is smart. He's a smart child. He was taught to always keep his mind moving. If your mind's empty, if you're letting yourself drift off, then there's probably a hundred and two things happening right now that you just don't notice. To have an empty mind is suspicious as fuck, and it should concern you; you should definitely feel bad about it. But he's also a child. So a lot of the time, when he keeps his mind moving, it's not necessarily for good reasons. This mentality makes him more mentally organized, and observant, but it also means that at extremely inopportune and usually inappropriate times, he's mentally devising the next best prank to pull off. It also means that he sometimes doesn't notice extremely obvious things, or forgets important things because at the time, he didn't consider them important enough to remember. There were other important things to focus on - like why the fuck that squirrel paused for 3.7 seconds right when Quentin walked past it and what it could possibly be hiding because that's suspicious as fuck.

It's also entirely possible that he uses the phrase 'suspicious as fuck' in a general way, like when people use a minute to signify any amount of time at all, including up to but not limited to an entire year. 72 percent of the time he's completely serious while using it (87.5% of the time, he creates statistics up on the spot). Lots of things are suspicious. Are they at the level of suspicious as say - JFK's brain disappearing after his death? No, usually not. But they're on the spectrum, and he intends to pay attention to them and not forget about their level of suspicious, in case that level suspiciously increases.

Quentin does not have a lot of trust for mostly anybody. The family he was raised into is not a very trusting group of people. This doesn't make it difficult for him to befriend people, because he has a very base form that he feels is understandable, because that's also the form he views other people at. He doesn't trust people, so he doesn't expect them to trust him - like who the fuck he is? He's suspicious as fuck. Trust, however, is also on a spectrum. Different things require different levels of trust, and because of that, he understands that there's certain things he doesn't qualify for, because he doesn't reach those levels, just as other people don't qualify for certain things with him. Like emotions. Emotions require a level 9 trust, and nobody really qualifies for that high of a level, not even family. Whereas pranks require a level four trust, and deep dialogues require a level 2 trust. It's hard to tell if being his friend really ever graduates you to higher levels of trust, because Quentin has a base personality that doesn't really seem to change, even with people he's lived with for the last year.

When dealing with problems, Quentin has a very organized, almost clinical system in place. First and foremost, he begins with 'ignore the problem until it goes away'. If it does not go away after being ignored, there's a 35% chance he's already forgotten all about it, so it's basically away and not his problem anyway. After that, he tries to shove the problem off onto other people. Sometimes this works if it's a situational problem, such as responsibilities. This works a great deal less if it's a personal emotional problem, but he tries to use the exact same tactic regardless of what kind of problem it is. If that doesn't work, he becomes hyper aware of the problem, because this problem is just not going away, it's not being solved, it's indestructible, and that's suspicious as fuck. ...Needless to say, Quentin doesn't tend to solve a whole lot of problems.

SKILLS

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English and some kind of extremely unnecessarily complicated code that involves words that may not entirely be words and several complicated hand movements. The hand movements are important, but this entire code is only important to the Youngbloods, in preparation for the day the world finally goes to shit.

PATRONUS: He can't, fam, he's a baby

SKILLS: Quentin has a multitude of skills. Are they necessary to most shit? Probably not. He can hunt, he can fish, he can start a fire, he can whittle, he's pretty good at climbing trees, he can whistle the mature way where you use two fingers, he learned it from a movie. He can load, aim and shoot a gun. He can clean a fish, he can skin a deer.

HISTORY

FAMILY MEMBERS:

Father - "Doc" Youngblood, born Stanford Robinson in Olympus, TN. He doesn't talk about his past or the amount of magic blood in him. There are rumors he's a pureblood who ran away from home and changed his name. Rumors confirmed. He's ambitious, tenacious, doesn’t have an ounce of taste, tact, or class.
Mother - Shawna (Cash) Youngblood, Muggleborn. The secret brains of the operation. She’s the only reason they’ve ever even paid taxes.
Brothers - Sean Cash Youngblood (22), Robin Maverick Youngblood (18, graduated Coppertale; auror in training; easily forgettable unless you're in the exact same room as him, it's part of his allure)

HISTORY:

Quentin technically grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. By the time he hit his first birthday, his father had already made their first million, just one of the perks of being the youngest in their family.

Doc Youngblood was a peculiar man, who had no marketable skills and next to no education in a no maj town that had next to no jobs to offer, even to those no maj folk who did have their fancy no maj education, and their fancy no maj tastes and skills. So he created his own job. He designed, patented and marketed a rifle scope, and made his first million before Quentin could even fully develop actual memories. Naturally, that would give Doc cause to give back to his shitty little town, by providing amble jobs to the jobless town, and boosting their drowning economy, but Doc was never the sort to give other people a leg up when they'd never given him a leg up.

Instead, he moved himself and his family out of that shitty small town, and onto a self sustaining compound he insists is officially off the grid and therefore it's own country, dictated by it's own rules.

Quentin, along with his brothers grew up homeschooled. He wasn't necessarily the perfect student, even while he wasn't stubbornly apathetic. Quentin read the materials put in front of him, and then he read other materials. The internet was more of a wonder to him than the satellite tv they had installed. The internet was like a billion books stuffed into one convenient box. He could read about alien abductions while reading the entire history of mexico at the same time. There was no real need to focus on one given thing, so he just never did. A psychiatrist might have suggested that the kid might just have some kind of hyperactivity disorder, like ADHD, but that would require seeing a psychiatrist, which he also just never did. The Youngbloods don't see shrinks.

It was his mother, Shawna that did her research and decided that her children would be attending a magic middle school in Georgia, and the magic middle school wasn't too familiar with hyperactivity disorders, so they didn't much think about it. To them, Quentin did fairly well. He thought a lot on his feet, and did ten things at once, but most everything that was meant to be done got done just fine. It wasn't very organized and there was a healthy dose of procrastinating done in favor of focusing on some many other things that had nothing to do with school at all, but despite that procrastination, his work got done on time just as it always had. Quentin's mind seemed to always be moving. It became apparent that sometimes he hyper focused on things, while tuning out other things. Sometimes he invested himself fully into lengthy conversations, while other times he tuned out conversations so completely he had no memory of them after they were over. He forgot names, and faces, and full conversations with people. But he remembered static things extremely well. He remembered numbers and dates extremely well. He didn't forget birth dates, he didn't forget history dates, he never forget a single password that required numbers, he never forgot a phone number. Whereas names were too numerous. There were just too many goddamn kids around everywhere, and names weren't even all that important - they tied you down so the government could track you, so really - it would just be nice if more people could forget your name, and make it harder for the government to track you in the end. So yeah, he forgot names quite often.

Things ended abruptly for him in his first year at that school, because Robin got transported to a muggle hospital and ruined things for everybody. After that episode, Doc pulled all of his kids from public school and insisted on homeschooling them all over again, which was inconvenient, really. Doc focused on teaching them all the shit that really mattered - like killing what you needed to eat, because that fancy education is useless when they're all just going to work for the family business.

Quentin didn't really appreciate that. Without the kind of structure of school, his mind began to wander more frequently. He learned all that important shit regardless - he could bring down his own buck by the age of twelve. He could skin a deer, he could gut a fish. He knew how to build and handle knives. He learned how to do all that shit regardless - because he didn't learn any of that shit out of books, so that made the learning easier. But it was just all so... boring. There was no growth to any of it. You learn to hunt a deer and it's just fucking game over from there. That's it. There's no advancement there. You don't become a master of hunting in this day and age - you learn to feed yourself and stop there. Which was great, but also like ... what was the point to it? You just gonna go off and do that boring shit for the rest of your life?

No. Quentin didn't want to be bored for the rest of his life. And school had taught him that he didn't want to just be satisfied with reading wikipedia paraphrasing of shit for the rest of his life either. He wanted to interact with other people, and annoy the shit out of people he wasn't related to. And he sure as hell didn't want to assimilate into the family business like some kind of worker bee - he was sure as hell not going to inherit that bullshit hivemind shit. If he was gonna do anything, he was gonna do his own damn thing. He couldn't give less of a shit about rifle scopes and he wasn't about to commit to some shit he couldn't give a shit about.

Robin got that first breakthrough, when he actually got back out and went to Gooseberry. That kicked the door wide open for Quentin to follow him three years later. Quentin wasn't necessarily massively far behind other kids. Shawna was smart, and a decent teacher and continued to teach them shit that actually mattered. Magic shit. Spells and shit. Quentin didn't care if it was some mormon bullshit in the middle of nowhere Utah, he wanted to go to.

Robin eased that transition for him. Since Doc had already let one kid run off to join the mormons, it was easier to let a second kid do the same. But that doesn't mean Quentin latched onto his older brother while at that school. They were sorted into the same house, but the youngblood clan doesn't do a whole lot of latching on. They existed in separate universes. Robin had his bullshit ghost hunting fuckers, and Quentin couldn't give less of a shit about that whole anonymous writer mystery. There was some psycho living in the woods abducting kids, so what? This is America, sounds like a normal Tuesday. For his first year, Quentin kept his circle of existence more local than some school wide mystery.

SCHOOL

YEAR: Sophomore
HOUSE: Coppertale
SORTING: Quentin's sorting wasn't long at all. Five seconds into stepping into the sorting cave, it was very obvious that he belonged in coppertale. The emblems seemed aware of that. Quentin got to watch Coppertale and Azurcrest go at it for a minute, but Azurcrest inevitably seceded, because Coppertale just inhabited the same kind of fire that Quentin has inside of him. Quentin gave the coppertale Emblem a very high compliment, when he told the painting "You're pretty good for a painting" and paid the Azurcrest emblem a high insult by adding "Yous a bitch tho". It took him mere weeks to prove the emblems right, that he was right where he belonged, and the other three were all the better for not claiming him.
WAND: Ebony wood with dragon heartstring core, 9.5", springy as fuck
FAMILIAR: A ferret named Seymour.
CLASSES: Charms, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Artificing, Defense against the dark arts
ADVANCED STUDY: Muggle Technology Studies. Quentin wasn't raised by the internet like his brother was, but in his house, technology itself is a cornerstone to functioning. So of course he wants to sign up for an advanced study on it - technology, especially that created by muggles - opens up an entire world. He wants to know everything he can about accessing that world.
SENIOR PROJECT: He's got no idea, but he's got time.
ACADEMIC PERFORMANCE: Quentin is fairing decently in school, partially because unlike his brother, the internet did not attempt to play third parent to him. Quentin shows an impressive ability to remember extremely benign, forgettable facts about a large variety of things, while also showcasing an impressive ability to forget very crucial basic facts about a large variety of things too. He does very well in specific classes when he manages to remember what he needs to. This makes it more a hit or miss case for theory driven classes.

EXTRACURRICULARS: Archery, Dueling and fencing, gaming, Outdoor exploration

OOC

NAME: Roz
EMAIL: kermitfries @ gmail . com
CDJ: torturedartist
OTHER PREFERRED CONTACT: rozonda bozz on aim, or drop box, it's whatever
TIME ZONE: central