Quinten Ezra Rumancek. I prefer Ezra at home and among close friends, but normally go by Quinn. Either of the two work for me, though.

I'm a dude, last I checked.

15-years-old. Just turned a couple weeks ago.

9^th grade.

Heterosexual.

Fresh out of a relationship. Currently single.

I stand tall for my age, at 6'2 and weigh roughly 196 lbs. A bit chunkier than I'd like to be, but whatever. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft grey, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arm open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time, and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, slitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar.

+ Generous
+ Polite
+ Respectful
+ Loyal
+ Observant
+ Persistent
+ Soft-hearted
- Hard Headed
- Sarcastic
- Impatient
- Boorish at times, depending on situation
- Says things before thinking when mad/upset sometimes

I'm a people-pleaser. I’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done me wrong. In my opinion, I'm quite a natural leader.. although I’d rather be a team player, most times. Being the team lead isn’t that difficult for me to become. I can have quite the temper, though. Rub me the wrong way, too far, and you’ll catch a glimpse of my 'Mr. Hyde'. I've got, what seems like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really I just like to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. I have this rule that papa passed down to me, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it first.. never done anyone any amount of good.’ For my age, I'm wise beyond my years and most definitely independent, or so I've been told.. Must have been brought up due to the fact my father wasn't around to teach me how to be a man, so I taught myself. Growing up without a father present most times, while taking care of my baby sister while mom has been distracted by her own troubles over the years, all while trying to live as an adult trapped in a young kid’s body. As much as I don't like to, I know how to follow orders and am well-disciplined. Can thank my papa for that. With my dad absent, my papa and uncle both stepped in and became the only 'father figures' I've had in my life.

→ I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet.
→ Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning to you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.”
→ I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is.
→ For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it.
→ When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth.
→ Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position, though I have never been in the military. Guess I get it from my dad and papa.
→ Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles.

→ Journaling
→ Singing
→ Western horse-back riding
→ Online Gaming - PC for WOW & CoD for Xbox
→ Eating..
→ Breathing...
→ Netflix....?
→ Football

+ Lifted trucks
+ Dogs
+ Video games
+ Guns/Shooting/Hunting
+ Playing acoustic guitar
+ Singing ^{(although he likes to keep this somewhat secret)}
+ Archery
+ Board games
+ ATVs
+ Military-related anything
+ Camping
+ Day-trips to the river/lake
+ Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work
- Homework
- People
- Chores
- Bullies
- Being alone/single
- People who talk too much
- Words or phrases repeated over and over
- Overly hyper people
- Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO!
- Squash..just, no.
- And meatloaf. No meatloaf.

→ Mother ☬ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ☬ Works at Culver's as Asst. Manager
→ Father ☬ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ^{(guy on far right)} ☬ Currently Deployed Navy SEAL
→ Sister ☬ Skylar Rumancek ☬ 7th Grade at neighboring Junior High
→ Grandpa ☬ Joseph Rumancek ☬ Retired Marine, tends to ranch & participates in Cattle Drives
→ Uncle ^{Dad's brother} & Cousin ☬ John & Peter Rumancek ☬ Helps Grandpa with farm & Peter is in 2nd Grade
→ 2 Cousins & Aunt ☬ Destiny, Jestina and Leah Rumancek ☬ Senior at Arrowsmith, College Freshman, helps grandpa on ranch

Our house isn't really anything to brag about. It's nice and all, but.. it just seems empty anymore. It's a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house. In the backyard we have a pool, which is nice for the summer time. Of course, out front we fly an American flag in respect for all the men and women who've fought for our country, especially our grandpa and my dad. The floors of our house are wooden, the walls are covered with scattered pictures and a couple of mounted animal heads. One being mine, the rest my father's. I've got my first buck mounted on the wall beside the door that leads down to my basement-turned-bedroom. There's two parts to my room. One part is where my loft bed, desk, couch and dressers are. The other part, separated by two glass doors by the stairs, is my little theater/gaming room. My uncle helped me set it up.

I have a truck, but I'm not old enough to drive it yet. My grandpa got it for me for my birthday this year. It's the exact truck I've been wanting for years. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3. I only have to wait one more year to drive her. Legally, anyway. Grandpa lets me drive it around on his ranch. With him or Uncle John in the passenger seat at all times, though. Haven't gotten to drive her by myself, yet.

What I'm about to say are things I don't tell to just anyone, okay? So please, don't throw it back in my face and make me regret saying anything. |Quinten takes a second, looking you dead in the eye before dropping his head as he begins to speak again.| My dad has been in the military since before I was born. I never really got to make much of a bond with him, and have spent my better years getting close with my mom. You very well may say I'm a 'momma's boy'. Two years after I was born, my sister was brought into my life. As weird as it may sound, she and I don't really fight like your 'average' brothers and sisters do. We got that out of our systems years ago.

Her and I are pretty much each other's best friends. We talk about anything and everything, just about. Although, she doesn't quite get the way I feel about our dad. He acknowledges me, being his only son of course, but spends most of his time around my sister when he's home. She's smart. Genius, even. She gets all A's in her classes, except the stray B+ she got in her science class. That's one thing we both aren't too savvy with. English and History are our major favorites in school. And PE, in a sense. Depending on the sports activities they have us do.

During the summer, and weekends in the school year, I go out to my grandpa's farm and help him with the work. Branding calves, putting down the wild dogs that terrorize our livestock, and making sure anything and everything else is in order. Sometimes, if I catch Uncle John in time from picking Peter up from school, mom lets me catch a ride with him out to grandpa's farm on school nights. My mom hasn't been very happy lately. She doesn't say it, but you can see it in her eyes. The way they don't light up the way they used to, or the way her smile doesn't fully reach to her ears the way it did when she was truly happy. Even when dad comes home, she's not her usual self. As much as I try to help, it's nice to get out from the funk hanging around our house. It's a heavy weight on my chest that's hard to shake, anymore. The house is way too quiet, these days.

On days when the weight becomes unbearable and I have to escape for a while, I talk to Uncle John and grandpa in search of help. Me being 'the man of the house' while dad's away, it's basically my responsibility to make sure everything in our house is right. These days, I've been having trouble doing what's right. Over the summer, my mom caught me smoking for the first time with my Junior High buddy, Mark, and she really took off on me. I'm currently grounded. Probably will be for the rest of my life. Guess it's a good thing I didn't care too much for the cigg.

I act out every now and then. As much as I'd like to deny it, I know it's true. How could I not? My mom insisted I go talk with the counselor once a week. There's no avoiding it. This is my life, and I've got to deal with it. This year, I hope to get my grades back on track. Last year they weren't so good. I want to get into Choir, Drama or Band. I think I'd feel at home among the people in those classes. I've never really been one to fit in. Only ever had one or two really good friends. Since moving to a new school, I have to make all brand new friends. Guess that's another goal of mine. Making a new friend this year, besides my English teacher. I mean, if my English teacher was the only friend I made this year, that would be sorta depressing.

I've got the responsibility of taking care of 5 animals in the house. 3, technically 4 of which are mine. My dogs Jack (6 y.o. Corgi) and Bagheera (2 ^1/2 y.o. black Pit Bull Terrier), stallion Brego (4 ^1/2 y.o) and colt Cisco (5 m.o.). I also take care of the mare that bred with Brego. It's only temporary. We will be returning her to grandpa's friend soon. Cisco is almost ready to wean. Another month, maybe. My sister also has this cat of hers that hangs around me every now and then. It's name is Marley. We don't know how old he is, but from what I know about cats, he looks like a Maine Coon? The shelter said his tail got amputated when they rescued him cause he got ran over and broke it, and the shelter vet thought it be best just to cut it off all together. Not much of a cat person, honestly, but Marley is the coolest and most chill cat you'll ever meet! We've had him for about 7 years now, so he's getting up there in age.