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Trent; Meister
Topic Started: Feb 7 2013, 11:07 PM (118 Views)
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Character Name: Trent

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Type: Meister

Partnered? Yes (w/ Nails)

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Clothing and description: Trent, at first glance, looks something like a punk. And that's actually fairly accurate, given his upbringing (we'll get to that later.) One of the first things noticed about him is the almost-constant, cocky smile that he wears on his face. He doesn't actually feel that he's better than everyone else, but he sure as hell likes to make them think that he is. Just above that dancing, roguish grin are a pair of steel-grey eyes. Inherited from his father, he finds them unique and has made little modification to his body in that regard. Just above that rests a dark headband, usually black but it's been known to be all manner of color, depending on what he's feeling like that day. The headband is used to keep his hair out of his eyes, as it's rather wild, with the bangs coming down on either side of his face. A deep blue, it stands out from the rest of the crowd, which is exactly how he likes it. Sadly, his height is a rather average 5'8" but he's confident that he'll put on more inches to stand above the rest.

His body is rather athletic, overall, giving him a healthy appearance. Much time spend outside in the sunlight has darkened his skin considerably, giving him a fairly healthy tan, which has done well to enhance his visual musculature, which he very much approves of. His upper left arm is marred with a tribal tattoo, one that he shares with Nails, as she has hers on her right shoulder. Also over his left shoulder, strapped across his body, is a shoulder guard, pauldron type piece of armor. Really, it's nothing more than a reinforced piece of metal that he found once, fished out of the trash. However, given that he's right handed, he leads with his left, the armor piece is affixed there. A pair of black fingerless gloves cover his hands, with the right one usually carrying either some sort of fist weight, or brass knuckles. He's also taken to wearing a fishnet sleeve on his right arm, as well. Most lamely, all that covers his upper body is a t-shirt, usually black but again, is any variety of darker colors. On the black shirt, on the back, is the logo of his former gang, a bright, fiery skull.

His lower body is probably the least inventive of his style, and simply wears a pair of well-worn jeans over his legs. They're definitely a size or two too big, and a belt is needed for him to keep them up. A wallet, on a chain no less, is in his back pocket, the chain coming around his left side. Trent's feet are covered by a pair of black combat boots, both comfortable for him, as well as doing their job when he wants to kick someone in the face with them.

History: Trent was born to a pair of average parents, in every day suburbia. Only... not. No, in honest truth, Trent was born to a set of parents in the Blazing Skulls biker gang, which made their home in California, driving from one end to the other, doing what they wanted, when they wanted to do it. And of course, as you can imagine, growing up in this environment was extremely healthy for the young boy as he learned all types of valuable skills, such as stealing, motorcycle repairs, how to fight, fast talking, and other such things that are befitting of a young man growing up in this day and age.

A girl, Nails, was born about the same time as he, and the two became friends... to a point. Both of them were very open and such about their own views and ways of life, and that caused a bit of conflict, but as there weren't exactly a lot of children around, they made do with what they had, and eventually began to come around to being friends with one another.

Trent took much more after his father, and by the time he was twelve, was swaggering wherever he was going, showing just how cocky and arrogant he was. He'd made a slight name for himself too in the gang as the 'Pickup King,' as he was able to grab just about anything in his sight and use it skillfully as a weapon. He'd gotten jumped by a cop once after stealing some food and had managed to fend him off and knock him out using a fence post from a nearby picket fence. That had been a tale that Trent had told a number of times over the years since then, and always ended with cheers and laughter.

However, of course, with them riding all over the place and making enemies as they went, it wasn't unusual for them to have some run ins with people that were less than honorable as well. One such night, Trent had managed to get himself cornered by a knife wielding maniac and while he had made it out of the situation alive, he'd taken a nasty gash across his chest, and one on his right arm, neither of which healed fully. He had been a little scared during that fight, and hesitant to do certain things, given that he didn't want to die. He'd talked to his old man about it, and Nails too, and they'd both given him pretty much the same advice: don't be such a pussy.

So the boy set his jaw, didn't speak a peep as their 'doctor' sewed his chest and arm back shut, just listening to the sound of the needle pulling through his skin and deciding that he couldn't be scared in fights, and nor could he give his opponents any quarter. In this kind of life, it was the way that he fought that determined whether he lived or died, and that made a profound impression on the way that he fought. He became something of even more of a dangerous fighter after that knowledge, as he was one that fought not for honor, but to live, and spared no expense in breaking knee caps, striking the groin, smashing the nose, gouging the eyes, anything that would give him the edge in the battle.

When he was fifteen, he began to notice that he could... see things. He couldn't quite describe it, and in fact kept it a secret from everyone else. He was able to look at people and see what was probably their soul, if he could guess. He'd heard of things called Meisters and weapons, but he didn't really want to leave the gang, and for that reason alone, he didn't say a word about it. He knew that Death City was only a few hours' ride from where they were located, and didn't think that he wanted to go through with that kind of thing. He wasn't really sure how he got the ability, as far as he knew, neither of his parents had that kind of ability, but they might be just as tight lipped as he was about it.

But the real shock came a few months later, when he and Nails had gotten in way over their head, and managed to be cornered in an alley by three members of a rival gang, The Black Bolts. Trent, not afraid but realizing that their chances of winning this fight were pretty much zero, grabbed Nails and tried to run, but the girl was resistant, and wanted to stay and fight. Something happened then, and her body changed, and the next thing he knew, he had a knife on his left hand. She shouted at him then to start fighting, and Trent, not entirely sure what the hell was going on, took a step backwards. Then when one of the fellows attacked him, he saw things moving just a hair slower, and managed to dart inwards, giving the first attacker a glasgow smile, the knife cutting through flesh like it was butter.

The other two were dispatched just as quickly, a combination of the knife, formed from Nails, and the lead pipe he'd taken to carrying with him. Trent had mixed feelings about what had happened, but Nails was elated, and had no problem at all telling her parents, and just about everyone else, what had happened there. Of course, that was pretty much what Trent had not wanted to happen, and within a week, they were given a motorcycle, and sent off to the Meister Academy. Since then they'd stuck close, but are gradually getting more and more used to the whole 'school life' thing.

Personality: Trent, given his upbringing (which we just covered) has stemmed from his roots in a pretty obvious way. His mind is sharp-witted and quick, and he has no problem giving anyone (be they fellow student or teacher) some flak for whatever they're doing. His sharp tongue has gotten him into his own fair share of trouble in the past (but nowhere near as much as Nails' has.) But even with that, Trent is not a mean-spirited fellow, he's just one that was raised in an environment where showing how strong one was came in words first, and then in physical might, so he's gotten quite skilled at 'talking the talk' as it were.

With that being said, even though he's not quite as mean or spiteful as his words make him out to be, and he can be a generally pleasant person to be around, when it comes to schoolwork, he's still a complete delinquent. He will do just enough to get him to pass the class so that he doesn't have to do it again. He's not stupid by any means, he just doesn't see the point in doing things that way, in showing everything on paper that he knows how to do. If he solves one problem just fine, there's no need to go through the same steps to solve thirty other identical problems. It's just easier for him to not have to do that.

With his superiors, unless they've done something to earn Trent's respect, he's not going to give them any, and that is usually the fast track for them earning it. Most of the respect he has for elders are his parents, and the others that were in that gang as well, because most of them had, at one time or another, either shut down Trent's mouth, or beat him senseless for mouthing off, which was enough for him to give them some level of respect. And, once its earned, it isn't all that hard for Trent to lose that respect either. One slip up and the boy's mouth will start shooting off again. In summarization, the best ways to earn the young punk's respect are to provide him with a verbal lashing that will close even /his/ mouth, or if one isn't so handy with words, simply beating him in a fight is enough to cause him to give respect...just don't do anything that may cause him to lose it, or you'll be back at square one.

Having been treated as an outsider for most of his life, in dealings with the law and such, he is never really sure when he's been treated as a friend, or if he's just being used by them. In that, the young man finds it kind of difficult to make friends. Acquaintances, sure, but just because he knows someone's name, their favorite foods, color, and some other miscellaneous information does not mean that he can trust them to watch his back in a fight, or just in day-to-day circumstances, which is his definition of friend. But once his trust has been earned, and has been proven that they are a friend that he can truly count on, then they can do the same for him, and he'll be there to whatever needs done.

Being somewhat of a loudmouth jerk doesn't earn him many points with the guys or the girls, but he finds that he does tend to get along with other males like himself. And he, of course, considers himself something of a womanizer, and has no problem shmoozing up to any girl that he likes and thinks will listen to and put up with him. Granted, usually that just leaves him with a lot of bruises on his arm, or hand prints on the side of his face, but it doesn't deter him at all. And he will go straight on up to the next girl with no hesitation.

Abilities:

Technique Name: Soul Sensing
Effects/Description: Like most other Meisters, Trent has the ability to see the differing souls in various things. As his ability is still forming, it's not exactly reliable or honed, and is really only able to see its relative size and strength. Usually he can only see the souls of people he is familiar with, and even that would take awhile. (He wouldn't be able to sense the souls of his fellow students on day two or three together, for example, but after a week or two he'd start to be able to do so.) Once he's become intimated with a soul, however, he can sense it with very little concentration. As of yet, however, he has never sensed a witch's soul or a kishin egg soul, but the same rules would apply, though it would take some time for him to learn the difference. Also right now, his range is painfully short, no more than twenty to thirty feet away. Granted, this makes him a terrible judge of how strong a foe is, as he cannot sense souls that are new to him. But on the flipside, any changes in someone's soul that he's familiar with, he's able to pick up on rather quickly.

Combat Style: Growing up in the situations he has, Trent has long since shirked any sort of ideals of 'honorable combat.' He's come close to dying a few times, and has the scars to prove it. So he's gotten to a state where he has no morals about how he fights, and what might be 'dirty' or 'clean.' To him, there's only victory and death. Eye gouges, nut shots, all is fair game when he fights, and usually when the opponent will least expect it. With that being said, Trent has an almost supernatural ability to fight with the 'improvised' weapons. Nails will be on his left hand, sure, but his right is usually covered with a pair of brass knuckles. Out fighting elsewhere though, a steel pipe is his best friend, but anything that he picks up is liable to be more dangerous in Trent's hands than it would be, otherwise.

As for his overall combat skills, while he's a fair scrapper, he's by no means powerful. With Nails at his side, he's been able to take on four adult, experienced humans, but that's been at the upper limits of his abilities. He's never fought against any of the Evil Humans or Kishin Eggs (yet) but it's likely that as long as they weren't too powerful, he'd be able to come out on top, with some cuts and bruises. But street-smarts, which includes fighting, is something that he learns quickly, and this will likely change after he's taken on a few missions.

Miscellaneous Information: Trent has an affinity for talking like the TV Mobsters, and is pretty much his normal tone of speech.

Strengths:

  • Quick to react to changing situations
  • Unpredictable/unconventional
  • Always aware of his surroundings

Weaknesses:

  • Overconfident
  • Doesn't use any forethought
  • Likes to show off

Roleplay Sample:

"Oi oi oi! Youse best watch yerself now, toots!"

The voice of Trent made its way across the campus as one of the girls that he'd been trying to 'hit on' as it were had left without even so much as giving him a denial. She'd just turned around and left. "Man this school's got the girls with their knees locked together," he grunted as he folded his hands behind his head, before looking out over the desert. He frowned, looking to the South West, where he knew his parents and the rest of his family was at. He didn't know how they were doing, as they hadn't really kept in touch at all, not that he thought they would. "Wonder if I should just call it quits, eh?" he asked, really to no one but himself.

He adjusted the glove on his right hand, pulling it a little more tightly before he looked over at the school, figuring that it probably was about time to get back to class. "Might as well just blow the whole damn day off. Now that the day's ruined," he spoke, muttering to himself. He scratched at his chin and yawned once, before he turned around, looking to go back to the dorm and just sleep the day away, when he saw another boy a short distance away. "The hell you want, son?" he asked as he took a step forward towards the other, not showing any bit of discomfort. "Class is startin' soon. Don' wanna be caught off yer guard now. Probably worry about your grades and whatnot," he grunted.

The other boy didn't say much of anything at first, and then Trent noted that the girl he'd just hit on was standing just off to the side, and he grunted. So it was some kind of revenge, then. "I don't think you should be hitting on girls that are already spoken for." He held out his right hand, and the girl began to glow, before turning into a weapon. Trent gave a grunt as he saw the battle axe, and should have guessed that, given the girl's even pigtails. "Sid! Can you judge this for us?" the boy called out, and the ninja-like zombie gave an affirmative grunt from a short distance away. Trent spat on the ground; he didn't even know when the fellow had shown up.

Trent was at a slight disadvantage here; he didn't have Nails. All he had was his fingerless gloves, and a fist weight for his right hand. That was going to have to be enough. "Aight then ya whineass. Let's see whatcha got!" he called out as he darted inwards, his feet slamming against the concrete of the ground as he closed the distance between them. The other boy watched, waiting as Trent drew close, before swinging the battle axe at him. Trent leapt then, slamming the bladed edge of the axe into the ground before he turned, unleashing a wild uppercut with his right hand up at the boy.

He leaned back out of the way, and gave a definite yank on the axe, causing Trent to stumble backwards a step before he pushed off, flipping once and landing back on the ground. "C'mon, tha' can't be all ya got. I ain't even got a weapon, chummer," he spoke, and the boy gave a grunt before he ran forward, holding that axe at his side. Trent grinned, and waited for the boy to get within a few feet before he darted forward as well, the two closing the distance in an instant before he slammed his fist into the other boy's face, using the fact that he didn't have an over-sized weapon to attack more quickly. "Get yer ass back up, I ain't done with you," he spoke, before Trent felt a hand on his shoulder, and glanced up at Sid. "Aight, aight. I'm done. Yeah, I'm goin' t' class, geez," he grunted, stopping the question before it was even asked, the zombie's pupil shoving his hands into his pockets and sauntering off.
Edited by Kularian, Feb 9 2013, 06:52 PM.
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Hello Kularian, I will be your moderator for this character, though it doesn't really look like it'll need much. :3

Appearance:

May we have Trent's height please? Sometimes an artist will have group pictures with multiple characters or people will ask about height to judge how their character would interact with another.

Personality:

In the third paragraph of your personality section it mentions a fast way to earn his respect but it is very unclear what it is, though later parts in the paragraph mention things like beating him up or shutting his mouth, implying rather than clarifying that this is the fast track to his respect.

Abilities:

We'll need more details about Trent's Soul Sensing abilities, because there are various methods at using these abilities and even various levels of mastery for this ability. For a couple of canon examples, Even when Maka and Stein have similar sight based Soul sensing Stein can sense the personalities of people when we first meet him. However, when we see Maka use the ability she seems to have difficulty figuring it out right away and throughout the series she become better at sensing souls from longer distances. Tsubaki has the ability to hear souls when resonating with Black Star, there was one dude whose hairstyle let him use soul sensing but only on one person. Even among 42's characters there are various ways to do this, a couple of examples off the top of my head include scent based soul sensing, someone who saw something like a heart rate meter for people's souls, someone has soul perception that lets him see the person's name as well, etc. So please describe things like: a bit about what he sees, how far away can he sense souls, and his success rate (since he apparently can't always tell the difference), can he at least tell the difference between a kishin egg soul, an innocent soul, and a witch soul?

Combat Style: Any weapons he's particularly good with? his ability to easily improvise weapons with random things should be mentioned here as well. How good of a fighter is he, could he take on the average kishin egg by himself, how about random thugs and gang members, basically some sort of reference for his combat prowess would be appreciated.




Overall this was a great read and i look forward to seeing Trent on the forum.
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I thiiiiiink I got it all edited. Lemme know if there's anything else to mess with : D
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