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Character: Quinn Fabray.
Series: GLEE.
Character Age: 16.
Canon: Wealthy, pretty, talented Quinn Fabray used to have the perfect life. Head cheerleader. President of the chastity club. The most popular girl in McKinley High School. Since everyone found out she was knocked up, however, her only friends are the bunch of social malajusts and outcasts that make up the school glee club, New Directions. GLEE is a show about teen stereotypes enriching their lives through song and dance, daring to be inspirationally different, and fighting their way towards national championships to Eye of the Tiger montages.
No matter what she's going through, Quinn doesn't take shit lying down: not from her manipulative cheerleading coach, the woman who wants to adopt her child, her teachers, friends, boyfriend, baby-daddy - not even her horrified parents when they kick her out. While she does have a gooey marshmallow center under that beautiful blonde exterior, Quinn tends to come off as condescending and shallow. Despite her fanatic Christianity, Quinn has no problem belittling and manipulating those around her to get her way - and in the end, Quinn Fabray will get her way.
Sample Post:
Listen up, Night of the Living Dead. I'm a cheerleader, which means I can lead; it's right there in my name. And that is why you're going to stop gnawing on each other's compound fractures and gimme some attention here! Now, normally a bunch of untrained mouth-breathers like you would have as much of a chance getting to nationals as Cher has at a successful comeback, but if the past few months have taught me anything it's that even losers? Can win stuff.
Some of you have already demonstrated that you're like, obscenely flexible - seriously, I'm pretty sure legs aren't meant to bend that way? Try and keep them attached next time, I am not going to be stuck in Louisiana for the rest of my life just because you freakazoids couldn't hold yourselves together. But since you can handle the high-kicks, we're going to move on to the most important weapon in any cheerleader's arsenal: the human pyramid. Mostly human. Human-ish. Now, obviously in my condition I can't take my rightful place at the top. I know that's like, totally disappointing to you bunch of pervs hoping for an upskirt shot, but you'll just have to suck it up.
Ew, I did not mean that literally. I don't even want to know what that fluid is, okay? But I'm pretty sure it's not calorie-free. You're going to be lifting each other full off the ground, people, so unlike Slurpy here you need to watch what you eat. I don't know about brains, do they have a high fat content? Whatever. If I were you? Well, first I would see a doctor, and then I'd go buy an entirely new wardrobe, but most importantly I would start a full dieting regime - instead of just licking whatever you find on the ground. 'Cause, uh, how about gross!
Look, I'm not going to cut you a break just because you're the living dead. Like, that gives you no advantage here, got it? And don't think just because I'm blonde and pretty that I'm going to run and scream and twist my ankle. This baby isn't going to burst out of me like I'm John Hurt or Bella Swan. You're going to work hard, and pray hard, and maybe then, if you're lucky, we might qualify for sectionals. Now show me some freaking cheer!
-I think you need to have a real think? About what you special needs freaks just spelled out. Once more from the top, and this time the only C-word I want to hear you spell is Camp!