NIALL QUINN,

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NIALLQUINN

_{I'm too young to lose my soul,
I'm too young to feel this old.}

FULL NAME.

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_{Niall Quinn.}
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
_{Various obscenities.}
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
_{Seventeen & October 17^th.}
GENDER.[/size][/color]
_Male.
RANKING.[/size][/color]
_{Hollow One.}
OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
_{Student -- Freelancer.}
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
_{Jason Todd -- DC Universe.}

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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]

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<sub>Niall doesn't stand out much from an initial glance. He sports a narrow chin with shallow cheekbones, features that take away from what some would revel as a 'babyface' and giving him a visage seemingly sharpened by his rough life. Combined with lower inner eyebrows than the norm, Niall's normal face when not focused on anything seems to be a bit brooding. While lacking the eyes of an innocent child, Niall's emerald hues still radiate with life and determination, though such energy is more-so of a violent nature. The thin lips that imprison his pearly whites also give off a subtle hint of civility, even when the youth divulges a smirk. Periorbital hyperpigmentation contributes dark circles around his eyes, ironically inherited from his mother. Combined with a brunette mass of hair, though his natural hair color is auburn, a single adjective to some up Niall's face without being literal is simply 'dark.'

Standing at five feet and eleven inches tall, he certainly can't claim to be a giant. Still, being slightly above average in height, he still has sometime to grow. Niall maintains an athletic physique, weighing in at about one hundred and eighty pounds. Although he's no Lou Ferrigno, the acrobatic stunts that he's pushed himself to achieve throughout his bouts of free running and parkour have granted him a tone mass of muscle that is at least effective in helping him maneuver more than anything. His practice of the sport has also lead to many injuries throughout his childhood, his form mildly matted with scars from some of the incidents. The most visible scar on him rests upon his right cheek, though it's still small enough for him to cover it with a bandaid-- Something he's done since he ran away from home in order to keep his appearance somewhat unrecognizable to pursuers.

His clothes are fairly simple, though give off the appearance of a normal teen. The most cherished part of Niall's closet is a red, sleeveless shirt with a hood. On it is the logo for a popular hero in his hometown, an 'S-Shield' of black outlining. With it, he wears a black pair of chinos. The most notable, and most expensive, parts of his usual outfit are black leather biker boots and a leather biker jacket of the same color. Any who are actually familiar with his life style would find such strange, as he actually isn't in possession of a motorcycle. The only jewelry one will find on Niall is a chain with his father's high-school ring on it-- Something he retrieved from a relative upon his return to New York. Niall isn't fond of hats and, therefore, almost never wears any as his hood serves him just fine.</sub>

PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]

<sub>Niall's personality is, for lack of better words, intricate. Complicated, detailed and yet, at the same time, the boy is somewhat simple minded. Emotionally damaged from his past, he developed into quite the cynical youth with a compulsive habit of maintaining distance between himself and any other individual he knows. Since the closest people to him as a child betrayed his trust, he decided not to give others a chance to from that point on. He has actually resorted to using humor as a defense mechanism and means of maintaining distance, as it's rare to go through a conversation with Niall and not experience some sort of sarcastic, sardonic or just plain facetious response in order to pass through said conversation without building any attachment.

Within this sense of distance from others comes a disregard for their opinion. He cares not for what anyone else thinks of him and, as such, is far from judgmental. This makes him an easy person to be around, though his snarky persona makes it difficult for someone to confide in him and receive serious help. Ironically, the walls Niall established between himself and others haven't made him anti-social. In spite of a desire to not grow attached to anyone, he isn't above making superficial friends and useful acquaintances. The air about him due to his lack of a formal posture makes attracting others not so difficult. His innate sense of humor serves to make him somewhat detestable, however. By those who can't appreciate it, at least.

His disregard for the opinions of others brings about another trait-- Niall is a doer of whatever the hell he wants! A free spirit, though what others may consider as 'crazy,' he believes in the power of the individual to seize what they aspire for. As such, he goes for what he wants with little care for the consequences. Even so, he detests harming innocent bystanders and especially hates those who use others for personal gain. His deplore for the ways of criminals, reckless habit of acting without considering the consequences and lack of care for what others thinks have manifested several times in the form of vigilante acts. If Niall sees a crime in action and can help it, he'll jump right into the fray and take out the crook by any means necessary.

As a combat pragmatist, he'll do what it takes to win in a battle. Of course, that's not to say he'll end a fight quickly with deceptive means. Where's the fun in that? Still, his carefree and careless outlook is somewhat deceptive, given the fact that Niall has quite a high level of perception. Being prone to anger, however, usually throws this out the window. While it's somewhat difficult to draw out his full wrath, he's comparable to the violence one would see between two cock-fighting honey badgers once enraged. Being spiteful and vindictive aren't far out of the confines of his persona, either. All-in-all, in spite of a dark personality, Niall still bears morals. As such, he tries to concentrate his wrath for the sake of what he deems just.</sub>

HISTORY.[/size][/color]

hometown; Manhattan, New York.
family members;
Damian Quinn [Father]( Presumed Dead )
Thalia Rahl [Mother]

<sub>Born to Damian Quinn and Thalia Rahl in the city of Manhattan, Niall found himself generally under the care of his mother for most of his life. His mother didn't hide the fact that his father was dead from him but, somehow, the boy figured there was more to the story. In his mother's care under the shelter of her estate in Japan, however, Niall found his wants and needs more tended to than the average child. From an early age he had his mind primed and his body conditioned from two of his passions-- Acrobatics and Muay Thai. The former came from his habit as a toddler to hone his agility and flexibility with various 'adventures' around his mother's estate, the boy having been lucky to not have severely injured himself. The latter came much later, around the age of five when speech and movement weren't too difficult for him. Niall received praise from his mother for his achievements, but not much else.

She always left him in the care of tutors, teachers, and servants while she tended to business. A sense of neglect combined with no effort to bond with the boy out of knowledge of what he was supposed to become manifested in Niall's personality as him habitually distancing himself from others. It wouldn't be long before he figured out how and why his mother went through great lengths to maintain and progress his status as a prodigy. While on a walk through the Rahl estate, the boy overheard a conversation between his mother and what was probably a trusted partner. His father was indeed dead, but it turns out his mother was the one who ordered it done. After Niall's birth, his mother had abandoned him and his father to marry a drug lord. Before the boy even reached two years of age, Thalia had managed to inherit her late husband's empire after his 'mysterious' death, the first of two personally ordered by the woman. The second was Niall's father so that she could avoid the lengthy process of gaining custody over him through the legal system as well as taking out her only opposition in securing an heir to her throne.

Such an abundance of disappointments took its toll on the boy's already fragile psyche, perhaps responsible for what he has developed into now. Being sixteen at the time, Niall would make Thalia regret one thing-- Having so much invested into giving him the exact talents that would help him flee from his mad mother. His last words to his mother would be found in a simple, curt letter-- "Off to find myself and get waaay the hell away from you. Ever-so-bloody-sincerely, Niall." Upon leaving the estate and going into hiding, Niall had become two things-- A vigilante and a vagabond. Using his skills and knowledge, the teen had managed to make a living with various odd jobs until he worked enough money to return to America.

Taking up residency in the same city he was born with, Niall would attempt to lead a normal life by finding employment support a less than attractive life-style in a small apartment. With no missing person's report having been filed for him and no sign of his mother's subordinates pursuing him, Niall could only assume that his mother had decided not to bother wasting any more of her fortune on him. Having shelter, a city to continue his beloved practice of parkour throughout and plenty of criminals to vent the pent up frustrations with him have made the move worthwhile. Once he has obtained a degree, however, Niall plans to enroll in a college to major in economics-- Solely to gain enough money to further his plans of shutting down crime.</sub>

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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
_Jackal!
AGE.[/size][/color]
_Seventeen!
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
_N/a!
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
_{A Numemon.}
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
<sub>An excerpt from a Fairy Tail based forum,

The buzz didn't go unnoticed by the orange-haired youth, but he merely rolled over in the bed and feigned sleep. He would rather remain asleep for the time being. Sleeping seemed a bit more appealing lately thanks to the presence of his new "roommate." While he would save saying it for when he wished to make her blush, Alessio found himself a lot more comfortable in his bed with Addie present. Speaking of his female counterpart, he found himself hearing her groan. He would sigh, knowing she would stir up from her sleep in moments. Destry seemed to play the role of alarm clock, and the fact that the mutt turned to him for shelter meant that he put his talents toward awakening Addie and remembered the electric sting of her wrath. Rolling over, he would move an arm to pet the dog while smiling with a bit of a sigh. His little moment of bliss had come to an abrupt end, though starting the day wasn't such a bad thing.

It wasn't long until he felt a kick from his beloved, and his eyebrows would furrow in response as she continued in an attempt to wake him. Reaching out a hand to rub Destry's stomach, he would groan before finally sitting up. "I was already up...," he would whine monotonously with his eyes closed to keep his mind in a better place. Springing out of bed, he would stretch his arms behind his back like a bird spreading its wings before a grand takeoff. He was well aware of the mission and wondered to himself silently why he hadn't forced Addie to go to sleep earlier. Of course, the answer to that was that he probably couldn't force her to do anything—rather, he could only convince her. Seeing how early it was in the morning, Alessio wasn't much to entertained by the idea of convincing her to do anything. So he would scratch his butt and proceed forward, as he had the mission to get ready for.

He was looking forward to it, a chance to use his abilities without restraint. As a destruction mage, he was a natural at wrecking shit. Naturally, he was eager at the thought of getting to cut loose. Running into the bathroom, he would drain the canal and tend to himself much as Addie had already done. with his teeth brushed and hair left to settle whichever way it did after abrupt ruffling, he would throw on black cargo shorts and a white v-neck t-shirt. He would complete his attire with predominately white Air Jordans, the sneakers still having accents of red, black and grey on them. They were actually his favorite pair, though he never deeply thought of clothing outside of wearing it. He had more or less remained silent throughout the motions out of knowledge of how Addie was by now. Anything he said would just go in one ear and out of the other.

After making sure he had his wallet and keys he would grab his sword, sling the ties for its sheathe around his waist, and knot them securely. More ready than he'd ever go beyond, he would walk up to Addie before pressing his hands onto the bed—each hand on either side of the short-tempered girl—as he leaned in for a moment while smiling. "Good mornin' to you, too, sunshine," he would begin in a slightly sarcastic yet still sincere tone. "Once, but I can't quite remember what for. Pretty nice place. We still have an hour 'till we have to be at the train station, eh? Want to kill time?"</sub>

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[Beatrice Townsend]

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_{your digimon partner is . . . Leormon}