Parisadavani·:

[  BIOGRAPHY ※  ]

graphic inspired by 

troublemaker and #sominions by @gunshzt

memories by @gwldcnz

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME quinn morrison NICKNAMES quinneth, Q TROPE the teacher’s pet ADDITIONAL TROPES here AGE twenty two BIRTHDAY 14th of july, 2000 STAR SIGN cancer STAR CHART here PRONOUNS she / her SEXUALITY presumed straight DEGREE pre-med YEAR sophomore EXTRACURRICULARS women’s volleyball captain, sophomore class board, first chair violin in the orchestra, vp of recruitment at tri delt RELATIONS AT OGDEN greer morrison, mitchell morrison (cousins) SIBLINGS one far older paternal half brother, one younger sister HOMETOWN noho, manhattan, ny AESTHETIC a mix of vibrant and pastel academia SKILLS multitasking between commitments, initiating conversation with confidence, steady physical co-ordination POSITIVE TRAITS driven, clever and romantic NEGATIVE TRAITS stressed, critical and envious INSPIRATION spencer hastings (pretty little liars) annie edison (community) amy santiago (brooklyn 99) lisa simpson (the simpsons) jal fazer (skins) hermione granger (harry potter series)  PINTEREST here

FACTS

almost always has her nose in a book when alone

the only thing more important than the grind is being the best at it

travelled before enrolling in college

top grades, high achiever, chases knowledge

peak girly

obsessive note taker and stationary collector

fuelled by nootropic mushroom coffee and vegan protein snacks

needs approval like plants need water

second-in-command syndrome

secretly leaves pencil annotations and cute notes in library books

the notion app rules her life

being a morrison, she has money to burn

cooks and bakes to unwind

speed knitter 

falls asleep to nature documentaries

OOC

annie, 26, bst/gmt. she/they. no triggers.

Hayley Williams — Simmer

if a guy calls you princess in a condescending manner what you do is you assert your newly appointed royal status and you have him beheaded

rewdmello·:

who: @quinneths· where: Near the pool what: Carew’s just really sick of her shit

He was already annoyed. That much he was certain, was obvious in the way he’d kept to himself almost the entirety of the night. He didn’t want to be bothered anymore than he wanted to get in this fight tonight. But neither of which seemed to be his choice when he found himself coming face to face with none other than their golden girl herself’s cousin. Quinn Morrison. Someone initially he really liked to believe he would have gotten along with. Intellectually he could appreciate just about anyone who seemed smart enough to keep up with him. But her personality? In comparison it was like nails on a chalk board. If he wasn’t afraid of getting in two arguments that evening he’d have passed her on all together. But he decided against being rude when she stopped in front of him. “Quinn..” He started, not quite willing to make eye contact with her. “Didn’t expect you to want to be at something like this.” He suggested, glancing down to finally meet her gaze. He wasn’t sure how the hell he’d handle a party thrown by a missing relative but it sure as hell seemed like one he’d wish to avoid himself. 

               quinn   was   bored   and   that   was   bad   news   for   everyone.   a   middle   child,   and   a   spoiled   one   at   that,   her   reflexive   reaction   was   to   start   pushing   the   buttons   of   whoever   she   could   find   as   entertainment.   even   better   if   there   was   already   bad   blood   there.   she   spotted   carew   in   the   standing   crowd   and   made   a   beeline.   quinn   didn't   have   a   particular   dislike   for   the   junior.   far   from   it;   she   found   his   mind,   and   looks,   attractive.   what   she   did   have   was   an   awareness   that   she   ground   his   gears   for   whatever   reasons...      it   wasn't   like   he   made   a   secret   of   it.   while   she   theorised   he   actually   secretly   enjoyed   their   back   and   forth,   quinn   knew   she   was   mostly   in   this   for   herself.   she   stared   up   at   him   until   he   looked   back. "i   don't.   but   what   would   the   masses   say   if   i   didn't   come?"

aceofportsmouth·:

- where: greer's pool party - when: october 25th, early in the evening - who: open starter

The pool felt amazing. It had been a long since he’d been swimming. It never hurt to get some exercise in so he began doing some laps, dodging any of the other swimmers. He breached the water, shaking the excess of like a dog. Movement caught his eye nearby the ledge. Why weren’t they swimming? Feeling social, Booker swam towards the ledge, propping his arms on the side, looking up at the person. “I think you’re suppose to get in the water at a pool party.” He said with a cheeky grin. “If you need a push, I’m more than willing.”

               the   closest   quinn   was   getting   to   the   pool   was   to   sit   on   the   edge,   staring   down   her   nose   at   the   hullaballoo   of   her   classmates   in   the   water.   for   all   their   youthful   anarchy   she   knew   if   her   cousin   were   to   walk   through   those   doors   this   minute   they   would   all   stand   to   attention   like   the   obedient   dogs   they   were.   save   a   few,   perhaps.   she   was   off   in   her   own   fault-finding   thoughts   when   she   realised   one   of   those   very   whelps   was   talking   to   her.   her   eyes   narrowed. "lay   a   hand   on   me   and   you'll   be   in   a   jail   cell   quicker   than   you   can   say   attempted   assault."

montyrichler·:

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“Oh, shit.” Steps halted, he made a move to pat down his jean pockets, although it seemed pretty likely that the Juul she was holding out to him was indeed his – how many people plastered their vapes with Tweety Bird stickers? “Thanks. Another couple hours and I would’ve been spiraling into the painful grips of nicotine withdrawal,” Monty joked with a smile, somewhat surprised that Quinn of all people was the one to return it to him. She tended to be a hater of most things fun, and because of that, he clipped right along to ask, “Are you expecting a finder’s fee? ‘Cause I was just headed over to the campus café. That one librarian got on my ass about having open drinks around the books, again.”

          ———      ⁂      At his joke, Quinn raised a brow and smile. The expression was one of amusement, rather than judgement. She had learned by now that nagging Monty was the same as shouting at paint to dry. ❝ Of course not. If you want to die from lipoid pneumonia, that's between you and your poor lungs. I'll come for a coffee though. Hold on,❞ She held up a single finger to signal a minute. ❝ Just let me get my bag. ❞ The sophomore pushed in past the library's double doors.

parisadavani·:

closed starter for @quinneths· when: tuesday, october 25th; early in the night where: on the bleachers by the school pool

“Here, try this,” Parisa encouraged, passing a cup to Quinn as she sat down next to the blonde. “Sprite, lemonade, and grenadine. I wish these events catered more to us,” she mentioned with a pout, at least glad that Quinn was also interested in mocktails. “You look stunning, by the way. Purple is an excellent choice.” The color of royalty, a subtlety that may have gotten to Greer had she been at her own birthday party. “It’s certainly a choice to have a party on a school night, but I guess Greer would’ve had it no other way. Are you planning on taking a dip in the pool?”

               she   took   the   drink   but   hesitated   putting   it   to   her   lips,   ever   wary   of   accidental   spiking,   until   parisa   confirmed   its   ingredients.   the   pair   often   gravitated   towards   each   other   at   events   like   this.   they   both   abstained   from   alcohol   and   neither   asked   those   irritating   questions   on   the   matter   of   each   other.   the   scent   of   pomegranate   and   lemons   flirted   with   quinn’s   nose   and   she   took   a   sip.   she   thought   sprite   and   lemonade   were   essentially   the   same   but   it   tasted   pleasant   enough.   

               the   blonde   got   more   comfortable   against   the   velvet   two   seater,   not   once   questioning   the   mystery   of   how   it   ended   up   in   the   natatorium. “the   birthday   girl   isn’t   here   to   persuade   me,”   quinn   answered,   a   little   spite   in   her   tone.   “so   that   would   be   a   no.   please   don’t   tell   me   you   are…   god   knows   if   anyone’s   showered.”

          ———      ⁂      This year at Ogden, Quinn had bought herself a townhouse in the local area as a birthday present. Living in dorms freshman year without somewhere to escape to had driven her half mad. A librarian had given her the idea; one of the many mornings she showed up groggy and incoherent from lack of sleep. You're rich rich. Why not buy somewhere? It hit her like a train. Veering on the sensible side, she still kept paying her dorm [ Waverly #206 ] for when she needed to be on campus. Tonight was one of those nights, with a biochem midterm stupid early in the morning.                                       She didn't know what had triggered such a petty tactic... other than the fact she merely existed. At exactly 10pm her dorm mate had decided it was the perfect time for flute practice. He just continued, getting louder and louder. Eventually, after leaving the dorm for a walk and coming back, she had enough and jumped up from her bed — grabbing the flute from his two hands and smacking it against the wall. The head joint fell to the floor with a clang. It was probably dented. He just laughed and said Bianca was right.                                      The phrase ringing through her head carried her slippered feet all the way to Linden. Quinn was FURIOUS. The sophomore didn't know if this was a Greek rivalry thing or a Pre-Med thing but whatever it was, tonight was not the night. She wrapped her knuckles furiously against Bianca's door. After she answered, Quinn dropped the rest of the flute at her feet.

                       ❝  I  need  you  to  stop  giving  your  minions  ideas  !  ❞

open / closed starter location: late night at linden housing / bianca’s dorm

the loud knocking on her door nearly made her jump out of her skin. she scrunched her eyebrows together as she hurried to finish moisturizing her face before leaving the bathroom. bianca didn’t want whoever to get the chance to pound on her door again. besides, it was late and she wasn’t expecting anyone, or was she? if she did, she forgot about their plans. bianca opened the door and plastered a smile on her face before speaking, confusion still written on her face. ❝it’s nearly midnight and you knocking on the door like you’re the police,❞ she shook her head. the pace her heart was beating would’ve given an old man a heart attack. ❝you needed something?❞