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Name: Adam Dakota Quinn. Yeah, Dakota. Funny middle name, ain't it?
Age: His birthday is December 21, and right now he's sixteen. Seventeen soon, though!
Gender: He's a boy.
Year: Sixth.
Face Claim: Ryan Kwanten

Canon or Original? Original.

Facial Properties: He's got a real cute face, if you ask me. He sorta looks like a puppy dog, in a way! I don't know what it is, maybe it's the eyebrows. Anyway, his hair is sorta dishwasher blonde. It naturally highlights in the summer, which looks a bit goofy - he gets real, real blonde streaks! Looks like he's dyed it or somethin' if you ask me, but he insists he'd never do that. His eyes are brownish, I guess, but they're pretty light, so I guess you could consider them hazel-y, cause they do have some streaks of green here and there. I don't know, they're a bit weird. Not in a bad way, but just hard to explain. I like them. His nose ain't big, but it's got a bump on it, and then it's pointed at the tip in a real cute way. Laugh lines up the wazoo, already. His smile is golden. Worth a million bucks. White, perfect teeth, and he's got dimples. He's sometimes lazy about shavin', so there ain't no rhyme nor reason to his facial hair. Sometimes he has it, sometimes he don't, and it'd probably always be different. His skin is naturally tanned, just 'cause he's outdoors so damned much.
Physique: ...Okay, I shouldn't be able to answer this question. I'm turnin' pink just thinkin' about it! Golly. Well, let's see. He's... ...he's got a really, really nice body, okay? There, I said it. Gosh. I'm sorry. Okay. He works out, you know, not obsessively, but he likes to look nice, plus he's got this silly new modeling thing, so he sort of needs to look unbelievable without a shirt on. He's not as chunky as I'd prefer - he really doesn't look like he's got a pound of fat on him, he's all lean muscle. His biceps are big. Washboard abs. His shoulders are big, too. And his back is nice. He'd be teasin' me so hard if he saw this, oh my gosh. His biceps, though - when I say they're big, I mean they're big. And his triceps too, I guess. His arms are just... big. And veiny, which I gotta say, is really attractive, for whatever reason. I don't know about the rest of him. His legs are long, I suppose. He's got a cute butt? Oh, and he has those V lines, on his hips or whatever, I don't even know what they're called, but they're those things that make all girls like ice cream on a hot summer day. He's tall. About 6'2". Yeah. He's got a nice... he's got nice everythin'.

Wand Type: Holly, doxy wings, 12 3/4 inches, rigid.
Wand Expertise: Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Patronus: He told me this, once. It's some sorta dog, but I can't say for certain.
Boggart: Honestly, I don't know what it'd be. I bet somethin' to do with his family or his freedom.

Personality:
Adam is a notorious flirt. He loves, loves, loves girls. He loves their bodies, and the way they smell, and the way they talk (well, sometimes), and all that other crap. Flirtin' comes second nature to him - he's been doin' it since he was a kid, and that slow, southern twang of his certainly helps. He's the sort of fella who'd just waltz on up to a pretty lady and compliment her, maybe strike up a general conversation dependin' on the surroundings, whether he knew her or not. He's adaptable, and he knows how to deal with the stubborn ones, the reserved ones, the goofy ones - I won't forget the sloshed ones. He can become whatever sorta guy he needs to be dependin' on the girl, whether that be the intellectual type, or the sensitive type, or the quirky type. He's a chameleon of sorts - but that don't mean he never gets turned down. He's certainly faced denial by women - typically, he ends up befriendin' them afterwards 'cause it's always nice to have lady friends who you know for sure won't let you in their pants. When it comes to sex, he doesn't really see it as a big deal and he'd certainly rather have sex with a woman than with his hand, so he's up for it if he finds a girl who's up for it. He doesn't like attachments, though, and he rarely actually likes a girl, but when he does, she has nothing to worry about; in his books, cheaters are just as good as dead to him.

Adam does what he does to get by. Life, at this point in time, is pretty easy for him - he's got a home, and he has that damn school, but he's a drifter. He takes life as it comes at him, he don't plan things, and he likes to do what he wants. Hell, he'd probably be happy as a clam, living out of the back of a car, travelin', findin' work here and there - maybe paintin' or construction - to get by. The way he told me once, he thinks about his future and he sees hundreds of possibilities. He don't wanna limit himself, so why plan? Why decide so early what you want to do with yourself? Maybe, he said, maybe he'll be a Ministry worker. He don't like too much the idea of office work, so maybe a he'll be a curse breaker. But until the time comes along that he's got to make any major decisions, he just wants to have fun. Meet interestin' people, travel, really experience life - he don't have much interest in settlin' down too soon, I don't think. Who knows what he'll do, though. He doesn't like to make attachments, and I think this might be why - he doesn't want too much baggage, when he goes off and does his thing. Either that, or he just don't care. Probably a combination of both. He don't really think about other people's feelings unless they important to him, which sort of makes him a jackass. He'd admit to it, too. Of course, he's a jackass in a few other ways. He's got a lot of pride, and you really don't want to cross that line. He does get in trouble a lot just for the attitude he takes with teachers and prefects or whatever they're called, 'cause I think he enjoys bein' an a-hole just for the hell of it. And he loves gettin' attention. He'd probably deny that one, and huff off and go and be alone for hours - but he loves attention deep down, and you can sometimes see that side of him, I'd say.

God, boy's a filthy liar. I can tell, now, sometimes, but he will tell you whatever he needs to tell you to get the reaction he wants. If he wants in your pants, he'll... well, he'll say what he needs to. Whether that's compliment you, or pretend to like whatever band you're dancin' to at the bar, or just be super aggressive and forward 'cause some girls like that sorta thing, I guess. He's good at reading people, and he's smart about a lot of things you wouldn't expect - not a good combination, if you're asking me. If he wants to piss you off, he'll be the biggest dick you've ever seen - and if he knows you, he knows just how to do it. I don't reckon a lot of people really know who he is, 'cause he runs around lying all the time, and he's not really one to keep a lotta friends - probably for that reason, everyone thinks he's a dickhead. And he can be, sometimes. Other times you just gotta remember not to take him seriously, just 'cause he likes fuckin' with people. He really ain't all that bad, though. It's just nice sometimes because every now and then he'll tell me he misses me, or I'll send him a picture of me or something, and he'll tell me I look pretty, and I know he means it, because I know he loves me. And he ain't afraid of that, he's just not too open about that sorta thing. And it comes out of nowhere and you're just like... 'well, aww'. He'd do just about anything for his friends, dead loyal. Super picky about the friends he keeps, but yeah, he's probably more protective than most fathers when it comes to his friends. Good listener. Sometimes he ain't so good at it, though, I've seen him blow a gasket a few times. I don't think he'd ever hit a girl, but I've seen him get into fights with guys a lot, just 'cause of something they said, and if you catch him in the wrong mood and you say the wrong thing, you're in a whole world of trouble. Real scrappy, that one. He ain't one to take deep breaths and calm down - rather just throw a punch at the person pissin' him off. He ain't all that bad, though.

Adam is, weirdly enough, pretty smart. Now I ain't talking about academic stuff, really, but... I don't know, mostly useless crap. He likes learnin', though - only about stuff he thinks is useful. I don't think he likes a lotta his classes 'cause he thinks they're pointless, but that don't mean he can't tell you the randomest shit about cars. The things he's passionate about, he really, really is. He got into cars when he was pretty young, then motorcycles. Always in his shop when he's at home, he's working on re-doin' one right now with Mr. Quinn. He was always helpin' his Daddy around the house, so he knows lots about plumbin', drywallin', woodworkin', general around-the-house repairs. He loves that, woodworkin'. He's a music guy, and he reads way too much into it - could probably tell you anything you wanted to know about most of his favorite bands. He drums, he plays the guitar, he's into that kinda thing - he can sorta sing, he ain't too good at it, but he understands the technicalities of music readin'. He's a guy's guy, so he's into sports, that sorta thing - he misses American sports, like football and baseball, but from what I can tell, but he's gotten into European football, likes to go to the bars in the summer to watch the friendlies or whatever those are. Used to hunt here, doesn't as much over there, but he likes animals (although I guess the only animals he really knows lots about are the ones he'd be killin', so maybe not). He and his family have been doin' this sailin' trip annually since he was tiny, so he knows about sailboats, real sailboats, and other boats too I suppose, because they bought a speedboat a while back. Horses, they own a few 'cause of the racing. Farming, 'cause of his family history or whatever, cotton and stuff. ...And just history in general, but I don't think he likes Wizard history, he just likes American History, which is funny, except not really 'cause there ain't much funny about slavery and wars. Really, his head is filled with useless information. And he's into the whole drug scene, I guess. He deals, so he knows a lot about pretty much every drug. Promises he'd only ever smoke marijuana, and he likes it, says it opens his mind up. He'll write me letters when he's stoned - he's a lot more open, really, really philosophical. I think he's embarrassed about it or something, 'cause whenever I try to bring it up otherwise, he never really talks about it. Who knows.

Adam loves money. I don't really know why - it's not like his parents don't pay for everything he asks for - but he has been working since he was like, thirteen, so good for them, raisin' themselves a good boy who can do things for himself. Mowing lawns, delivering newspapers, painting houses around the block, washing boats at the docks, all sorts of strange jobs. And he'd save it! I remember the first time he ever got a job like that, we went for a nice walk and he bought us ice creams. Since then he's really been doing the same thing - picked up crap like that here and there, he'll sell some things he doesn't use any more for extra cash, he bets a lot, which makes me really nervous. I don't want him gettin' addicted to it, or any of that, but it's the horse stakes and he does like playin' cards and bettin' money. He's invested some money in stocks. Oh, that's another thing I forgot earlier with the random crap - he's pretty self-sufficient that way, learning from his dad and teaching himself all sorts of crap. I don't know. He pays attention to them, though, the stocks - gets The Times every day so he can keep up with the market, then he'll write to his dad, have him adjust things, if needed. During fourth year, he made a habit to steal some smart girl's homework after she'd turned it in and got it graded, so he could sell cheat sheets to the next year's fourth years, and I think he's got a few other kids in on it too so he can do it for all the years. It'll probably get him expelled. Oh, and this is the funniest thing - he got hired by a modeling agency. I don't even know why. He don't do runway things, I don't think, but he's done some photoshoots. Jeans, swimwear, just standard ads... he's completely ridiculous. Good money, though. He did it over the summer, I think he's got something going on with another magic person so he can go into the little village and work there. They like him, I s'pose. He's been hoarding this money for ages - I don't know how much he's got saved, but I do know he really doesn't spend all that much of it - I think he's saving to buy a fancy car, or something. Typical boy.

Likes:
+His mama's pecan pie
+Girls
+Money
+Ganja
+Drummin'
+His family, for sure. He loves them a lot.
+Workin' out
+When the seasons change
+Doin' somethin' new
+Raspberries
Dislikes:
–Feelin' guilty, of course. Hates it. Bein' him, it takes a lot for him to actually get to that stage, but once he's there, you don't wanna be around him - hell, he don't even wanna be around himself.
–Assholes
–Sayin' sorry
–Losin'
–Seein' girls cry - oh, what kinda guy actually likes that sorta sappy, emotional thing anyway? Makes him real uncomfortable, though.
–Clingy girls
–Homework
–Feelin' cooped up
–Filch
–Feelin' ill

History: Now I know this really ain't supposed to be about me, but it's gonna come up later, so I figure it's best if I start from the beginning. I've known Adam all my life. My momma started cleaning for Mr. and Mrs. Quinn when she was about seventeen years old, right after she got outta school. Salem Institute of Magic. Yeah, she was a witch - her parents didn't take kindly to that, though, and they disowned her. She started livin' with her grandparents, but that wasn't workin' out too well, so when she was sixteen, she stayed the summer with her boyfriend, Sam. She was workin' that summer too, for Adam's parents. Then she went back to school, for her seventh year, kept on livin' with Sam and workin' for the Quinns. I don't know exact details of the story, but somewhere in there she got pregnant, and had me. Well, eventually Sam broke up with her, and she had no where to go, since her parents had disowned her. They were the real religious type, you know. I think she went back to ask for help after Sam and her ended, but they didn't want nothin' to do with it. She started sleepin' in the Quinns' shed, way out in back. And one day Mr. Quinn was lookin' for somethin', I don't even know what, probably workin' on the car, and he found a her little pillow and blanket out in that shed. The Quinns were always real generous, so they offered to let momma stay in the guest house. She had me, she's been workin' for them ever since, all while goin' to school and gettin' a degree in somethin' more useful, since she never really wanted to do anythin' with her magic. I guess I can stop there, add more details later when the time comes. Now. On to Adam's parents.

I don't know a ton about either of their lives, to be honest, but I think I know a lot. From what I know, Mr. Quinn came from a big family. I'm not sure exactly how many aunts and uncles Adam has on that side, but I've met a fair few. Nearly all his cousins are on that side - and there's a lot of cousins. Anyway, humble beginnings for Mr. Quinn - his real name's Joe, if you gotta know. I don't think his family was ever poor, per say, but they definitely weren't anywhere near as wealthy as Mrs. Quinn's family, which I think caused some tension later on. I think the problem, with Mr. Quinn's family, was just that there were so many of them growin' up! And of course, kids are expensive. I reckon he was pretty popular in high school, from the looks of the old pictures, the yearbooks. Grew up in Savannah. Mentioned somethin' to me in passin' once, about how he always wanted to become a firefighter. Obviously, it never worked out, but I guess there's an interesting little tidbit of information. Played ball in school. I think he was a runnin' back. Went to University of Georgia for just that - football, that is. And that's where he met Mrs. Quinn.

Mrs. Quinn - Tallulah - I think lived a charmed life. Whenever I look at old pictures of her, I always think about those girls who did beauty pageants. She never did - it was below her, I bet. Her parents were filthy rich, though, rollin' in cash, because her daddy owned a cotton farm. They'd expanded, too, they owned land all over the state, and they had their factories, the whole shebang. She went to a private boarding school. She danced, too, I think she was pretty good at that. She did cheerleadin'. I don't know - she's such a nice lady, I can't imagine her bein' much different back then. The pretty, popular girl you wanted to hate but really couldn't, just 'cause she'd always smile, or help people, and you can't go off hatin' someone like that, unless you ain't got a soul. Didn't have any siblings - well, she did, an older brother, but he got real sick and died a while ago - left behind a wife and a little baby. She told me once she was real innocent until she went to college, so who knows what happened with that transition. All I know is that she met Mr. Quinn - probably along with Mr. Daniels and Mr. Cuervo.

They met in their freshman year, in one of those general education classes, probably math or somethin'. Who knows. After a few parties, Mr. Quinn had decided he wanted to marry her - yeah, seriously - but she really didn't want much to do with him 'cause she was more focused on gettin' her studies done. Not to mention she was a cheerleader, and he was playin' ball, so she didn't see much sense in them datin' when they had so much on their plates, so she'd turned him down whenever he asked her on a date. She caved eventually, though, at the end of their freshman year, and they went steady ever since then. He asked her to marry him, she said yes - they got married at the house she grew up in, too, which is real cute if you ask me. They had their first baby in June of 1960, named him Ethan Stormy Quinn. Yeah, Stormy. I don't know what's up with these people and their weird names. Then they had Adam, in December 1962, then Rhiannon Alexandra, then Lola Jasmine. I don't... ugh, I suppose I'll do the math just for the sake of this. Rhi was born in 1965, and Lola was born in 1966. I myself was born in 1963, in case you're wonderin'. He loves them a lot, his family. He and Ethan don't really get along a lot. With them it's always gotta be a competition. And Rhi is sorta messed up, and going through this phase, so she's just plain old irritating. And Lola... well, Lola is Lola, so she can be completely overwhelmin' sometimes.

She's got a disorder, there's somethin' off about her head, it's called sensory integration disorder. It's sorta like autism, but not as bad. So this is, again, where my momma comes in - she's a therapist, and she specializes in this sorta thing I guess, and she's the one who noticed there was somethin' wrong, and she's been Lola's occupational therapist for a few years now, helpin' her deal with it and everything. Now this is where the story goes funny. Mr. Quinn - he's a journalist, he writes for papers - he got an offer from The Times, in London, after doin' this huge story, he got all this attention from big newspapers - and he decided he wanted that one. He brought it up to Mrs. Quinn, who had recently been dealing with some people offerin' her big money for the cotton farm, which was now left to her, since her parents had died. The only thing that was holdin' them back was Lola. When you've got a kid with sensory integration disorder, gettin' a new therapist and a new house and a new country and new friends just ain't... it ain't a good idea, at all. Lola can be just as happy as a clam to a holy terror in the span of five minutes just 'cause you tell her you ain't goin' to the grocery store on Monday, when she was countin' on it, so she just... you just can't throw that much change at a kid who's like that, or else all hell is gonna break loose. They mentioned it to my momma, offered to take her with them, and they'd pay for all the flight and the move and her housing and everythin' - they just really had started to rely on my momma over the years, and they didn't wanna part with that. So my momma said yes. She didn't really have much in her life, except for me, and of course I'd be comin'. So we all up and moved to the UK. Even took the plantation house with us. Mrs. Quinn just couldn't stand the idea of sellin' her grandfather's handiwork and all those memories to some stranger, so she got some people who just came in and took it right off the foundation, shipped it across the sea on a big boat and plopped it back down in England.

That was about seven years ago. I was nine. Adam was ten then. Or maybe he was still nine, almost ten? I don't really remember, and I ain't too great with math, either. Adam and I were always friends, from the very beginning - we've gone through some weird stages, like the one where we thought each other had cooties, and then the stage where we were way too curious, and then the stage where we aren't really sure what we feel anymore. But he'll always be my friend, no matter what. I remember when he first started showin' signs - it was always small things. He would levitate toys, sometimes he'd get upset and things would explode or whatever. I was always expectin' somethin' to happen with me, since my momma was a witch. I guess I just turned out a Squib. Nothin' never happened. I was real, real sad when my eleventh birthday came around and I didn't get no letter to Hogwarts like Adam had. Sometimes I still kinda am disappointed about it, but it ain't like I don't got friends here at my school. Hearing about it though, from Adam, and my momma, it still sorta sucks, 'cause you know something so unbelievable is real, but you just... ain't able to do it. He likes it there, though, I think. There are a few things he really don't like all that much, like all the work, and some of the teachers, and some of his classmates as well, but he knows it wouldn't be any different if he were goin' to school with me. He thinks magic is cool and all. And he's always writin' these innuendos about wands and Quidditch and brooms and Slytherin into his letters. Of course. He got his friends, though, and all those girls, and whatever, I guess he's happy.

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