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The Queen of Scrubs

A Human Crutch





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Name: Quincy Eston

Age: 17 

Occupation: Student at Eastside Academy 

Personalty: Introverted, quiet, pretty shy, easy to fluster, easy to anger, not very social, picky, warms up gradually after time. Once you get to know him it's easy to get him to smile. He is much kinder, sort of a dork, secretly sweet, kind, generous, loyal. 

Looks: Very tall - about 6"6, skinny too very lanky with no muscle. He typically wears comfy clothes, no style at all. Regular T-shirts with symbols on them, usually plain white or with some sort of weird pattern, symbol, or saying on them. Shorts or jeans depending on weather. Has bandages all over his legs. Wears scuffed sneakers with socks. Sometimes wears hoodies, but only when it's getting cold, and barely accessorizes. He has strawberry blond hair, slightly grown out with layers, but not shaggy or too long. It is also not too short and extremely neat. He has brown eyes, and light freckles, barely noticeable. Fair skin tone. 

Ethnicity: American - White. Has European and Dutch roots. 
Hobbies: Gardening, of course 

Small Bio: Quincy Edward Eston used to live in a small town in Georgia. Growing up, he wasn't too keen on making friends, especially since everyone seemed in a world other than his own. When he did make friends, he never kept them - they always left him for someone more interesting. More....human. Quincy's grandmother was very close to her grandson, offering a wise word every now and then, as his family tended to visit a lot - especially since she lived close by and needed help around the house. Quincy got his love of flowers and plants from his grandmother. He figured nurturing plants was easier than nurturing relationships, and stuck to it. He grew his own plants at home, and helped his grandmother with her flowers when he went over to her place. Unfortunately, one transfer later Quincy's parents moved to New York - and instead of letting their son behind to live with Grandma, they dragged him along with - to a tiny apartment with no room for a garden. 

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Name: Jenithan
Age: 16
Occupation: sticky fingers

Personality: very quiet she sees no need to talk, she doesn't have good people skills , much to focused on being sneaky , shes very desperate at times to get her way, she doesn't seem to have emotion, and it comes off as she's careless, but she just doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve.

Looks: She looks like a guy and most people think she is a guy, because of her large black coat and ripped gloves . She has blotchy pale skin, and stubby legs ,often not very clean, the best parts of her that actually look decent are her purple eyes, that seem to peek out, from under her raggedy bleach blond hair, and her nubby small nose.

Ethnicity: white German

Hobbies: Dancing when the city's asleep

Small Bio: Jenithan brought up in a drunkards household, as a child she'd get sick quite a lot and no one seemed to care, because there were seven kids all together in the house, and Jenithan's father was the one who abused the bottle, her mother was always sleeping if not breastfeeding.

One day social services arrived, and tore the family apart , Jenthan ran away before they could take her, and she survived on the streets where she's always been.

Extra: Jenthan still gets sick alot.


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@The Queen of ScrubsIt's the first day of school, the hallways are busy and everyone seems to have their own agenda excited for this new school year.

Jenithan peeks in the glass at the students walking through, she wanted to go to school for a long time, but she was scared she couldn't disguise herself enough as a normal girl, and the teachers might find out about her...this year is different she made up her mind , and she snook in the back door, making her way to the bathroom, she tired freshening up, brushing her teeth, and rinsing her face, she still looked a little rough , but much better, especially without her coat looming over her, but still she couldn't help herself , she had to wear her boyish spacious black jacket , and she walked out into the hallway, trying to figure out where everyone was going. 
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