WELCOME

, quincy alexander bates.
" i was just wondering if you'd come along,
hold up my head when my head wont hold on. "

, a dark congregation of familiar faces .

name: IVY.
age: 16.
contact info: PM.
gender: UNIDENTIFIED FEMALE.
experience: THREE YEARS.
other characters: EDWIN & AUGUSTA ( more to come ).

, a red rose fell upon the soft snow .

name:
• "Quincy Alexander Bates, the first and last."
  age:
• "Freshly turned 19 year old."
  hair:
• "A brownish. I want somethin brighter."
  eyes:
• "Blue and green, occasionally grey."
  distinguishing features:
• "Two bottom lip piercings and a little wierd birthmark on my shoulder."
  height:
• "I want to say 5feet, 111inches."
  weight:
• "Around 140 something."
  position:
• "Volunteer."
  face claim:
• ALEX EVANS!

, i am swallowed by the guilt of this .

likes:
• Cultural Diversity
• Beautiful Women
• Outgoing Males
• Cupcakes
• Blueberry Muffins
• Photography
• Tim Burton Movies
• Ducks (<3)
• Romantic Movies
• Public Parks
• Waterworks
• Traveling
• Hot Showers
  dislikes:
• William L. Bates
• Confusing Metaphors
• Gay Jokes
• Pens With No Ink
• Broken Pencils
• Skull Caps
• Hot Weather
• Yelling, Crying and Arguing
• Cursing Someone Out
• Overrated Sex Appeal
• Bad Attitudes
• 'Big Mouths' (people who tell other peoples business)
• Personal Questions
  strengths:
• Photography
• Mathematics
• Succeeding
• Helping Others
  weaknesses:
• Opening Up
• Paying Attention
• Failing
• Boys that meet his standards
• Catching On (to jokes, being hit on, etc.)
  fears:
• Turtles
• Being Heart Broken
• Never Falling In-Love
• Losing Someone
• Backstabbers, Liars, and Cheaters
  secrets:
• 'I hate being alone, I hate being so reserved sometimes.'
• 'I'm afraid that when I fall in love, love won't love me.'
  
  detailed personality:
  Quincy is a gentlemen sort of speak. He talks with a smile, he's not one to let the problems of the world change his mind. He's been through a lot in his life and he doesn't talk about it. Quincy does not trust anyone unless they were there for him through thick and thin. Besides from the emotional things, he loves having a good time. He may not say much or do much that automatically attracts people to him but in a conversation, he's actually fun. He's a joker, being serious isn't hard for him either but having fun just comes naturally.
  
  Quincy is a talented guy. Full of new ideas. He's musically intuned and also artistically. He's a painter, a pianist, a photographer and he plays the violin pretty well. He's a tad anti-social when it comes to talking to strangers. If his mood is good enough, he'll spark up something to say. Other days, conversations are dead on arrival. Quincy is a bit complicated, hard to understand and stubborn. He'll deny something a thousand times and then finally admit to it when it's been blown over for what would seem years. Quincy is a thinker. He plans things thoroughly before he goes through with them.
  
  Quincy is a very reasonable person. He see's the cup neither half empty or half full. To him, he see's everything fifty/fifty. Everything about Quincy just screams a book of secrets. Quincy bottles things up to were he never seems to be busting at the seams. Overall, Quincy is a quite the vivacious character.

, you dared to kiss the face of the night .

mother and father:
• Sarah Mariam Bates, 44, Receptionist, Mother.
• William Logan Bates, 49, Journalist, Father.
  siblings: none
  birthplace: Denver, CO
  hometown: Romania
  pets: none
  children: none
  
  detailed history:
  "THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IS CALLED BIRTH!"
  The rain trickling outside of the hospital room window, it was midway through the spring of March in Denver, CO. On March 31st, 1988, Sarah and William Bates gave brith to their first born baby boy. Bright green eyes and soft pink lips. His names was Quincy Alexander Bates.
  
  Sarah Bates was a receptionist for local attorney Jude White. Working only part-time she did not find it difficulkt to lay off a few weeks to dedicate to her baby boy. The same went for William Bates who was a journalist for a local paper called, "Everyday Jungle". His job didn't ask much of him and he was more than happy to take the weeks off to take care of newborn Quincy. Both parents found this to be only the beginning. The beginning of something amazing.
  
  Quincy wasn't treated like a God, only the child. Loved fairly, Sarach and william refused to spoil the young boy. All in all, Quincy didn't mind. Growing up, Quin grew to become a quite reserved child. His parents caught on to his quiet being and only grew to love it more and more.
  
  
  "THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IS CALLED SORROW!"
  At the age of 7, Quin began to watch his great suburban life crumble within his fingers. With his family silently growing apart from one another, Quin knew that behind closed doors, his happy family was falling apart.
  
  Time passed rapidly as he watched his life being packed away in cardboard boxes. From suburb to suburb, the suburban life was just too much for the family. They were forced to find apartments that fit within there slim budget. From apartment to apartment, they hunted endlessly until they arrived. Three bedrooms, one bathroom, a severly small kitchen and an even smaller living room.
  
  
  "THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IS CALLED TRANSITION!"
  Quincy slowly adjusted to his new life. Goign to school, coming home, taking a walk around the block or the park then back home. At the age of 9, Quins parents found this routine healthy for the boy and them as well. Taking time to sort their differences behind their sons back, they refused to leave one another. For Quincy, they made things work. No matter what.
  
  The following year, Quin fell into the interest of photography and music. Taking music classes after school, Quin also filled his time with small jobs of manual labor (mowing lawns, watering flowers, planting flowers and things along that line). Quin saved up enough to help pay for his first professional like camera. This part of his life made him quite content.
  
  
  "THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IS CALLED PAIN!"
  Entering high school, Quin's life began to change quickly. His home life, full of secrets, began to make a public affair of drug abuse and heartache. Behind Quin's back, his father took on a new form of love for his only son. Something deeper than what it should have been. Quin caught on to nothing, he just smiled at the fact that his father took more time to take him out and have conversations.
  
  Sarah began to work later, making the money to keep their apartment a comfortable home. Working overtime wasn't out of the norm for her. William never had any feeligns towards the woman never being at home. He was infatuated with his son's growth spurt and good looks.
  
  Months passed until William could take no more. With heroine running deep within his veisn, he watched his son prepare for bed quietly. Slowly coming up behind he, he forced the boy on his stomach and placed a pillow in the opening of his mouth. Taking all of his remaining energy he held Quin's arms above his head and undressed him almost slowly. Quincy cried out for someone, anyone but he screams went unheard. The pain was unbearable. Quincy tried to fight until it was all over. Feeling his father slump over his body, Quincy still tried to fight his off. Pushing his father to the floor, Quin wiped the remaining tears with a look in his eyes only a victim could portray. This was the day Quincy hated his father.
  
  
  "THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IS CALLED MORE PAIN!"
  The next few years came rolling past almost instantly. Seventeen year old Quincy questioned his sexuality since the incident with his father. Quincy knew that there was nothing left to question, only confrontation. Holding the hand of his then current boyfriend Corey Smith, Quincy found enough strength to tell his parents who he really was. Sarah fell ill just a year before and William just grew angrier. Quincy came out to the two most important people in his life to only find himself shedding tears on the beiged carpet. Slapped by the man who made him this way, Quincy knew from that day forth he was on a journey out of this house and out of this town.
  
  
  "THIS POINT IN MY LIFE IS CALLED THE NEXT STEP!"
  At age 19, Quincy Alexander Bates graduated at the top of his class. Quin knew that his mind was full of adventures he was beyond ready to take. Packign his belongings, he placed his entire life in cardboard boxes. He'd bought tickets to somewhere in Eastern Europe, volunteering at an insane asylum to help widen his photography and his list of potential careers. Sarah shed tears as she watched her boy go. William turned the other cheek. Quincy walked away from that life into a new one. A one he will never forget.

, in the cold like a hundred souls escaping .

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