Post by trenton on Mar 15, 2009 14:10:43 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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TRENTON ASRIEL REDDINGTON[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Trent
AGE: 18
D.O.B.: august 5th
ALLEGIANCE: purebloods
PROFESSION: picks up small jobs here and there; usually in bookstores or pet stores
WAND TYPE: 9in , Holly , core of Unicorn tail hair
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: brown
HEIGHT: 5''9
WEIGHT: 157lbs
BODY TYPE: Trenton has a long, scrawny body with thin muscles. He's always been slightly frail, considering his condition, and it shows with his bodily appearance.
VOICE: Being a Werewolf, a damned creature hated by many, Trenton's voice is small and somewhat meek. It also has been noted to be quite raspy and husky, becoming more so as the full moon approaches.
PERSONAL STYLE: Not having much of a choice in the matter, Trenton wears whatever he is given. Being a Werewolf, he hasn't a lot of money, and so normally his clothes are given to him by those who pity him, or he scrounges up enough to buy simple things, usually second hand.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Trenton is a scrawny man, through and through. His body is long, though not in an overly attractive way. Trenton always has a look of being frail about him; from his pale skin, to his rather poor posture. Trenton also isn't very tall, only being about five feet, and nine inches. His features are sharp and manly, giving him a look that says if he wasn't so busy trying to go unnoticed, and he was fed a bit more and dressed up, he has the potential to be quite attractive. His eyes are dark, as is his hair, making him look even paler than what most originally thought. The milky pallor of his skin makes him stick out, as well- he always looks like he just doesn't get enough sunlight.[/SIZE]
His body is normally covered with whatever he can find- whatever garment is either given to him, or he can scrounge up enough money to buy. Definitely not one that cares much about fashion, Trenton accepts his current predicament as something that just comes with being what he is, and who he is.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: full moons, being reminded of what he is, large crowds, stressful situations, cooked or burned meat, great restriction, rebellion, cigarette smoke, alcohol
GOALS:
- someday, be cured of his disease
- find a place where he can live in peace
- start a pack of his own, or at least find a female companion werewolf
BOGGART: His boggart has always been himself, while transformed as a Werewolf, killing a small child. Having been changed when he was a small child, Trenton has always feared that he might one day attack another person as he was attacked- or even kill them. Trenton tends to stray away from people because of this.
PATRONUS: Trenton's best memory is most likely, and ironically enough, one of his first transformations. He had finally gotten through the pain of it, and was in a large field. Having found another Werewolf to spend these transformations with, he and his friend raced each other through the field and hunted wild game, such as deer and moose. This was a very happy time in his life.
DEMENTOR: Trenton's worst memory is one that most could try to guess, and fail. It wasn't the night he was changed, strangely enough, as the process was quick and he was knocked out as soon as he had been hit- not knowing what had hit him. Instead, his worst memory is when he was faced with the knowledge that his companion had been killed off. That moment in his life was terrible, and knowing he could do nothing about it made it even worse.
AMORENTIA:
WHEN IN HUMAN FORM:
- Raw Meat
- Fresh cut flowers
- Baking cakes
- Spices
WHEN TRANSFORMED:
- Death [blood / gore / etc.]
- Other Werewolfs
- Dirt, the woods in general
BASIC PERSONALITY: introvert, accepting, careful, withdrawn, depressing, broken, serene, follower, timid, obedient
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Lena Reddington nee Thorn
BROTHER(S): --
SISTER(S): --
OTHER: --
BLOOD STATUS: Impurity
HOMETOWN: Dublin, Ireland
CURRENT RESIDENCE: A small flat in Knocturn Alley
BIOGRAPHY:
Trenton was born into a turbulent time, one that was filled with change and question. When he was small, his parents kept to themselves and didn't worry so much about the fights that were beginning to brew between Harry Potter and Voldemort. When he was eight years old, however, things changed. Many things changed.[/size]
Voldemort took over and the entire UK fell beneath him. Ireland felt a smaller blow, but a blow none the less. They were told that because they were impurities they were not ot breed anymore- he was to be their only child. This wasn't depressing, considering they were planning on having anymore children, what was however was the fact that almost instantly Trenton's father lost his job. While it hadn't been a high standing, he was simply working in an office, it was enough to knock the small family off of their feet and force them to accept more humble living arrangements.
Soon after he lost his job, and couldn't find another one, Trenton's father turned ot the bottle. He wasn't abusive toward Trenton, nor the boy's mother, but he seemed unresponsive and unfeeling when he was under the influence of the bottle, thus causing Trenton to become more distant with his father. He began playing outside, coming in after dark. One night, however, it was a full moon.
There weren't any Werewolfs around that the Reddingtons knew of, and so they assumed their son was safe outside after dark, even with a full moon. Trenton was walking along a small path in the woods, heading back to his house, when he heard a brushing sound in the bushes. Turning slightly, he remembers only a sharp burst of pain and the flash of fur before hitting the ground. From then until he awoke in his bed a day later, Trenton remembers nothing. His parents informed him he'd been bitten by a Werewolf, a stray that had been wandering around unknown to the small neighborhood.
The Werewolf had been killed, Trenton's father having no other choice- it had been either his son, or the beast, and he'd chosen his son. They'd been to late, whoever; Trenton would never be the same.
When his first transformation hit, he had nothing but his own self ot get him through. He hadn't the help of another Werewolf, and had no idea what to expect. Because of this, coupled with the fact that he was so young, it was a terrifying experience. He now looks back upon it and thinks that perhaps it wasn't so painful as he had at first thought- it was simply the anticipation that caused it to feel so painful.
After a few transformations, his father brought back a "friend" he'd met while out on some sort of business trip, though both Trenton and his mother knew this wasn't true as his Father was out of work. The friend turned out to be a werewolf, a female, who agreed to help Trenton learn how to deal with his disease. His next transformation was bliss- well, save for the painful experience of his body being twisted and pulled into a wolfish shape. They ran together, hunted, and when they changed back a bond had formed between them.
In all truth, Trenton looked toward his companion as more of a mother than he did his actual mother. Her name was Deadra.
The years passed, and Trenton and Deadra became closer. She looked to him as her "cub" of sorts, and she his adoptive mother. His own mother, he knew, felt extreme jealously over their relationship, but she couldn't do much about it. Without Deadra, Trenton would have surely lost control one night and torn up the entire community; they were already on the brink of being thrown out of their own home because of what he was, they dared not chance him biting another.
When he turned eleven, he was not invited to Hogwarts. Instead, he stayed home and was taught by his mother and father, and Deadra.
When he turned seventeen, Trenton came home to find his house burned to the ground, his parents nowhere to be found, and Deadra's dead body. It turns out she'd been on the run from a few people she'd angered, and they'd finally found her. Trenton took it upon himself to give her a somewhat proper burial, before he fled the scene. He has no idea where his parents went, but he's sure they finally broke from the stress and abandoned him.
Now he lives in Knockturn Alley, in a room above the store he works in part time. He's learned to accept Pureblood rule and though he doesn't like it in the least, Trenton makes no move against it nor would he ever.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: Eh, long enough.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Poof, I say, and there you were.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Draco Malfoy, Alice Starling, Evander Cross
RP SAMPLE:
DX< just go look at Draco's for god's sake!
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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