Post by Trevor Baddock on Jun 16, 2008 20:44:40 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; are
Age; you
Location; serious
Time Zone; ?
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Trevor Baddock [/size]
Age;[/b] Seventeen[/size]
Year;[/b] Seventh[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure[/size]
Parents;[/b] Malcolm Baddock and Tracey Davis (deceased)[/size]
Wand;[/b] Thirteen inches, redwood, Hipogriff feather center[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Lion[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Never encountered one (AKA Rachael doesn't know)[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Nupe[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco[/size]
Pets;[/b] No[/size]
History;[/b]
The first born to a prestigious line, Trevor Baddock was supposed to be treated like a prince. After all, weren’t all Pure-Blood first born sons treated like princes and spoiled rotten? And, as followed tradition, he was treated as such. By his mother, at least.
His mother loved her baby boy dearly. He was her sun and stars, and her little bundle of joy never left her arms. Malcolm seemed indifferent -- he had a son to carry on the family name, and that was good and dandy. However, he wanted another child to add to his legacy. When Trevor was almost still just in diapers, Tracey conceived another child.
When Trevor was almost two, Tracey went into labor and was rushed to St. Mungo's. The new baby was well on it's way, and soon, the Malcolm family would (hopefully) be complete.
However, there were complications.
Magic nor medicine saved Tracey, and the baby had then been pushed to first priority. The mother lived only long enough to request a name for her baby before dying. Cassiopeia would never know her mother, it would seem, and that was tragic enough.
Things got worse.
Malcolm shipped the baby off to America, unable to look at her. He then turned all of his attention to Trevor, and soon, the young boy would grow to hate the man he was forced to call his father.
He was never good enough. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, he was never good enough. He was always wrong, wrong, wrong, and Malcolm was always right. He could never make him say 'Good job, son,' or 'I'm proud of you.' No, it was always, 'What's wrong with you?' or 'Can't you do anything right?'
Trevor longed for a mother's love, or any type of love, though his father refused to be married again. As a result, Trevor felt himself changing. Turning more introverted, becoming more mean. Day by day he depended on talking to his best friend, Sheliya LeStrange, or he would surely lose his mind.
Once he was sent off to Hogwarts, things changed a bit more. Malcolm was almost proud when Trevor was sorted into his old House (Slytherin, of course), though Trevor knew not to let that go to his head. He stuck to the same group of friends he'd known most of his life, and drifted into doing 'bad things,' though it was all in fun.
Just a few months before Trevor's final year started, some news that seemed irrelevant at first came to the Malcolm household. A man with the last name of Brankovitch was dying. Trevor assumed that he was simply an old friend, and his father's reaction shocked him. Malcolm almost immediately flew to America, leaving Trevor by himself for a few weeks, before returning with a girl a year or so younger than Trevor.
Suddenly, things were changing.
After being told for years that his younger sister had died with his mother, he was now being told otherwise. Cassiopeia had, indeed, lived, though Malcolm had shipped her off to America because he had not been able to deal with her. Immediately, Trevor was furious with the man, and furious at his younger sister for reasons he could not explain.
And so, he was off to Hogwarts for his last year with a younger sister he had not had the year before in tow.
Oh, the fun that was to be had.
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Appearance;[/b]
If Trevor inherited one thing from his father, it had definitely been his looks. While his father had grown up awkward and turned into a handsome man, Trevor inherited the good genes from the start. His mother, however, probably had something to do with that.
Stunning blue eyes would probably be the first thing to catch your attention. Though the color varied from light to dark and everywhere in between, the intensity seemed to stay. Set in a very-well set face, the eyes only helped with his features; soft from his mother, though masculine and strong from his father. Smiles, though not often showed to those who do not know him well, showed straight and white teeth. His smiles were the type to dazzle and stun a girl, sending her into a dizzy spell or a fit of giggles.
His skin was usually softly golden, due to his genes, though held a darker tan when possible, due to his love of Quidditch. Said sport had done quite a bit for the young man; his muscles may not have been entirely over the top, they were impressive and rather nice to look at. His figure, as would be obvious, was lean and muscular, and his height brushed that of about six-foot-one.
His hair varied in shades and length, though usually a very dark blonde to a light brown and kept a bit shaggy. However, in the summer months it is known to get lighter, due to the highlights from the sun. A shadow in the same shading as his hair usually lined his jaw, cheeks, and upper lip, as he usually forgot to shave, or was too lazy to.
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Personality;[/b]
Trevor was a quite..complex individual. He was more-so like his father, or so he’d been told, and that made him hate his personality more and more. However, he was who he was, and there was no changing it. Unfortunately.
He was truly his father’s son, and had inherited his temper. It was terrible–easy to trigger, not so easy to calm. He did not yell, he exploded, and he exploded huge. Thing nuclear bomb, and you have Trevor angry. He could not hold back and honestly, if he could, he probably would not try.
‘Blunt’ would be a very good word to describe Trevor. He did not like using ‘the filter’ as his mother called it, and only used it when she was around or those who would report to her were around. He did not mince words, and personally saw it better that he did not. Why should he? Telling a person the honest truth was always best, in his own opinion. Even if it did hurt at first, it got it over with. It was like pulling off a band-aid.
Trevor was annoyed easily, and lots of things irked him. He had lots of pet peeves, and those who possessed them were often not liked by Trevor. Hair twirling, gum popping, and nail biting were among the large list. He tolerated them from those he cared about (not a very large group, thankfully), though the new people he had to learn to tolerate were not allowed to have those damned traits.
Due to the fact that Trevor was..well, an asshole, you would think he would not get many girls. You would just so happen to be right. However, that was (surprisingly) not the reason why he was not a man-whore like several of his friends. He did not see the whole big thing about sex. Yes, it was fun, and yes, it felt good, but why risk STD’s by allowing some random whore in your bed? No, thank you. Trevor went for the good girls, who often were not interested, so happily stayed chaste for the time. He got bored of that sometimes, and would have a one night stand. Though they weren’t too-too often.
And yes, many did imply he was gay. And many were glared at and found spiders in their food.
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Likes;[/b]
-Shelli
-Good girls
-Drinking
-Smoking
-Occasional drugs
-Watching people make idiots of themselves
-Sleeping
-Eating
-Slytherins
-Purebloods
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Dislikes;[/b]
-Sluts
-Germs
-Mudbloods
-Publicity
-Being a Pureblood (at times)
-His father
-His sister[/size]
Model;[/b] Chace Crawford[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] He’s uptight and needs to get laid xP[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] Nu[/size]
Name; are
Age; you
Location; serious
Time Zone; ?
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Trevor Baddock [/size]
Age;[/b] Seventeen[/size]
Year;[/b] Seventh[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure[/size]
Parents;[/b] Malcolm Baddock and Tracey Davis (deceased)[/size]
Wand;[/b] Thirteen inches, redwood, Hipogriff feather center[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Lion[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Never encountered one (AKA Rachael doesn't know)[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Nupe[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco[/size]
Pets;[/b] No[/size]
History;[/b]
The first born to a prestigious line, Trevor Baddock was supposed to be treated like a prince. After all, weren’t all Pure-Blood first born sons treated like princes and spoiled rotten? And, as followed tradition, he was treated as such. By his mother, at least.
His mother loved her baby boy dearly. He was her sun and stars, and her little bundle of joy never left her arms. Malcolm seemed indifferent -- he had a son to carry on the family name, and that was good and dandy. However, he wanted another child to add to his legacy. When Trevor was almost still just in diapers, Tracey conceived another child.
When Trevor was almost two, Tracey went into labor and was rushed to St. Mungo's. The new baby was well on it's way, and soon, the Malcolm family would (hopefully) be complete.
However, there were complications.
Magic nor medicine saved Tracey, and the baby had then been pushed to first priority. The mother lived only long enough to request a name for her baby before dying. Cassiopeia would never know her mother, it would seem, and that was tragic enough.
Things got worse.
Malcolm shipped the baby off to America, unable to look at her. He then turned all of his attention to Trevor, and soon, the young boy would grow to hate the man he was forced to call his father.
He was never good enough. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, he was never good enough. He was always wrong, wrong, wrong, and Malcolm was always right. He could never make him say 'Good job, son,' or 'I'm proud of you.' No, it was always, 'What's wrong with you?' or 'Can't you do anything right?'
Trevor longed for a mother's love, or any type of love, though his father refused to be married again. As a result, Trevor felt himself changing. Turning more introverted, becoming more mean. Day by day he depended on talking to his best friend, Sheliya LeStrange, or he would surely lose his mind.
Once he was sent off to Hogwarts, things changed a bit more. Malcolm was almost proud when Trevor was sorted into his old House (Slytherin, of course), though Trevor knew not to let that go to his head. He stuck to the same group of friends he'd known most of his life, and drifted into doing 'bad things,' though it was all in fun.
Just a few months before Trevor's final year started, some news that seemed irrelevant at first came to the Malcolm household. A man with the last name of Brankovitch was dying. Trevor assumed that he was simply an old friend, and his father's reaction shocked him. Malcolm almost immediately flew to America, leaving Trevor by himself for a few weeks, before returning with a girl a year or so younger than Trevor.
Suddenly, things were changing.
After being told for years that his younger sister had died with his mother, he was now being told otherwise. Cassiopeia had, indeed, lived, though Malcolm had shipped her off to America because he had not been able to deal with her. Immediately, Trevor was furious with the man, and furious at his younger sister for reasons he could not explain.
And so, he was off to Hogwarts for his last year with a younger sister he had not had the year before in tow.
Oh, the fun that was to be had.
[/size]
Appearance;[/b]
If Trevor inherited one thing from his father, it had definitely been his looks. While his father had grown up awkward and turned into a handsome man, Trevor inherited the good genes from the start. His mother, however, probably had something to do with that.
Stunning blue eyes would probably be the first thing to catch your attention. Though the color varied from light to dark and everywhere in between, the intensity seemed to stay. Set in a very-well set face, the eyes only helped with his features; soft from his mother, though masculine and strong from his father. Smiles, though not often showed to those who do not know him well, showed straight and white teeth. His smiles were the type to dazzle and stun a girl, sending her into a dizzy spell or a fit of giggles.
His skin was usually softly golden, due to his genes, though held a darker tan when possible, due to his love of Quidditch. Said sport had done quite a bit for the young man; his muscles may not have been entirely over the top, they were impressive and rather nice to look at. His figure, as would be obvious, was lean and muscular, and his height brushed that of about six-foot-one.
His hair varied in shades and length, though usually a very dark blonde to a light brown and kept a bit shaggy. However, in the summer months it is known to get lighter, due to the highlights from the sun. A shadow in the same shading as his hair usually lined his jaw, cheeks, and upper lip, as he usually forgot to shave, or was too lazy to.
[/size]
Personality;[/b]
Trevor was a quite..complex individual. He was more-so like his father, or so he’d been told, and that made him hate his personality more and more. However, he was who he was, and there was no changing it. Unfortunately.
He was truly his father’s son, and had inherited his temper. It was terrible–easy to trigger, not so easy to calm. He did not yell, he exploded, and he exploded huge. Thing nuclear bomb, and you have Trevor angry. He could not hold back and honestly, if he could, he probably would not try.
‘Blunt’ would be a very good word to describe Trevor. He did not like using ‘the filter’ as his mother called it, and only used it when she was around or those who would report to her were around. He did not mince words, and personally saw it better that he did not. Why should he? Telling a person the honest truth was always best, in his own opinion. Even if it did hurt at first, it got it over with. It was like pulling off a band-aid.
Trevor was annoyed easily, and lots of things irked him. He had lots of pet peeves, and those who possessed them were often not liked by Trevor. Hair twirling, gum popping, and nail biting were among the large list. He tolerated them from those he cared about (not a very large group, thankfully), though the new people he had to learn to tolerate were not allowed to have those damned traits.
Due to the fact that Trevor was..well, an asshole, you would think he would not get many girls. You would just so happen to be right. However, that was (surprisingly) not the reason why he was not a man-whore like several of his friends. He did not see the whole big thing about sex. Yes, it was fun, and yes, it felt good, but why risk STD’s by allowing some random whore in your bed? No, thank you. Trevor went for the good girls, who often were not interested, so happily stayed chaste for the time. He got bored of that sometimes, and would have a one night stand. Though they weren’t too-too often.
And yes, many did imply he was gay. And many were glared at and found spiders in their food.
[/size]
Likes;[/b]
-Shelli
-Good girls
-Drinking
-Smoking
-Occasional drugs
-Watching people make idiots of themselves
-Sleeping
-Eating
-Slytherins
-Purebloods
[/size]
Dislikes;[/b]
-Sluts
-Germs
-Mudbloods
-Publicity
-Being a Pureblood (at times)
-His father
-His sister[/size]
Model;[/b] Chace Crawford[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] He’s uptight and needs to get laid xP[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b] Nu[/size]
