Accepted! ~ Analiza Snark

About You, the Writer:

Your Nickname: Annie if you please. (I feel as if I’ve done this before!)
Have you read and do you agree to the Code of Conduct?: Yes, sir. I have. :]
How did you find us and decide to write with us? As I’ve said many times before, I had a big search for a harry potter rpg and this one caught my eye. And I fell in love.
If you have written other characters here, list them all:
The lovely Beatrix Dark.
The inevitably confused Spencer Bates.


Full Character Name: Trent Oswald Travis. (T.O.T.)
Character Birthday & Age: October 9th, 1990, seventeen years old.
City & Country of Birth: Liverpool, England.
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Muggleborn.
House & Year: Slytherin, seventh year.

Wand: Inflexible, Decorated Shaft, Runespoor Fang, African Blackwood, 8 inch.

Physical Description:
Trent isn’t the most… Um… Pleasant boy. He’s very tall (About 6’4”) and scrawny and hardly ever showers. He always reeks of incense and lady perfume, which is very odd considering his a man. It’s mainly because he knows he’d stink if he didn’t spray himself with something feminine, and he lights incense in his dorm because he hates the smell of boy sweat.

Trent’s hair is very greasy, but well tamed. He slicks it back in a disgusting manner when there’s a pretty lady around, or if there’s a special occasion. His hair is naturally dark brown, but comes off black because of his nasty habits. It’s also long and usually reaches his chin. Trent’s mane is sometimes parted to the side, something in the middle, sometimes all over the place. No matter what, one just wants to shave it off of him and tell him to shower.

His eyes are a dark blue, sometimes a bluish grey, with thick purple bags underneath. No one really cares to look, because he usually gives nasty looks to those who try. People who look him in the eyes have no right to, as he would say. Trent’s facial features are very slender and round. He could be considered adorable with his puppy dog eyes and dimples, but he’s just too creepy and weird… And greasy. He’s actually so greasy that people started calling him “Tater-tot” since his initials are TOT.

If someone were to shove Trent, he’d immediately topple over. He’s a very scrawny young man and he’s very self-conscious with his body. He wears lots of layers of clothing on the weekends and has never actually undressed in front of his dorm mates. Which is just awkward in itself.

Even though no one understands why, Trent is always smiling. He has a very crooked, evil smile that only a person as tormented and numb as Trent could bare. He’s got a very lazy look to him; he slouches all the time and never seems to have enough sleep. He actually only sleeps two hours or so a night, but on the weekends he sleeps about seventeen hours a night.


Personality Description:
Trent’s very obsessive when it comes to a lot of things. It’s almost disgusting how much he obsesses over some things. He grows attached to people that get close enough to him, and he gets fixated on girls who show him the tiniest interest. He really thrives to find someone who would actually love him.

In most occasions, Trent is very calm. He has a bad temper, yes, but doesn’t show it too often. He isn’t fazed much by people who yell at him or tease him. He used to get beaten up when he was little, so he’s quite used to it now. Trent isn’t really the type to something about it, anyways. He usually takes his beatings and then walks away. Every once in a while if he’s having a bad day, he won’t think twice to hex someone.

He’d almost be a sociopath if it weren’t for the fact that he’s always wanted to be loved. Trent thinks violence isn’t much of an answer. He keeps his anger to himself, which makes him a bit self destructive. But… Not exactly. He’s never harmed himself physically, but he hurts himself emotionally a lot. He just thinks a bit too much.

Trent’s favorite things to talk about are mainly politics, religion, and other topics that would make a normal person uncomfortable. He makes up theories and shares them with people who have no clue he is. This doesn’t matter to Trent, since he talks to everything with a pulse, usually about meaningless things. Trent tends to talk to himself a lot about what he really thinks about what’s happening. If someone were to actually listen, they’d probably call him a freak and leave him alone. This has happened numerous times.

If asked what his talents are, Trent would shrug and ask why the person is in his bathroom. He’s not very open to what he can really do, which is hardly anything. Trent can write extremely well and takes excellent photography… That’s about it. Trent thinks photography and art is buttocks, just like everything else in life. He writes quite a bit, though; mainly in his journal. Trent can make excellent poetry but, again, he thinks it’s a waste of time. Someone once read one of Trent’s poems, complimented him, and in return, their bed was filled with worms when they woke up the next day.

There is an innocent side to Trent… It’s just very well hidden. As mentioned, Trent just wants to be loved. He’s sweet talked his ways to girls hearts plenty, but the feelings never last. The girls either push Trent away, or he realizes the girl isn’t worth it. He can be very romantic, but he doesn’t get close enough to ladies. Trent would rather snap pictures of the girl he likes when she’s not looking, and keep her all to himself in between his mattresses, rather than ask the girl out like a normal person.

It’s not that Trent doesn’t WANT to get close to people, it’s already been established that he WANTS people to love him. Trent just doesn’t feel the mental strength, nor does he feel capable. Plus, it’s just the way he thinks. He thinks the girls he stalks will one day love him as much as he loves them. This plan has only worked one time ever, and she had no idea he had followed her several months before they got together.


History:
January 14th, 1986: Florence Reilly, a muggle who taught young children english, was in her old home in Blackpool, England, cooking dinner for one. It was getting dark and Florence hadn’t realized that it was a bit dangerous for a woman her age to be alone with the doors wide open. A petty criminal, Jasper Jacob, had waltzed right in after smelling the food. Even though frightened, Florence asked what the man wanted. Instead of knocking her down and eating all of her food like he did with every other house he broke into, Jasper simply said “Could I… Possibly… Have dinner with you?”

Yes, Jasper Jacob had asked Florence on a date after breaking into her home. But, Florence accepted and they had a lovely dinner together. Maybe it was because something about Florence had caught Jasper’s attention, or maybe the fact he was too starving to care anymore. Either way, they married two years later, January 11th, 1988.

Immediately following their marriage, Florence and Jasper had a child named Laurence Jacob, October 4th, 1988. Laurence was a very evil child and liked to pretend his teddy bears were the people he hated. He grew up to be a prison guard in a high-maintenance state penitentiary. Laurence had grown some sense in his teenage days, and went on the right road instead of the same his father had followed.

January 1989, the Jacob family moved to Liverpool in hopes of a better life. One didn’t come, of course, and they were now quite poor. They kept their hopes up and made the best in life. Laurence was getting a proper education and Jasper had gotten two jobs for the city to help provide food for his family.

October 9th, 1990, Trent Jacob was born. He was a beautiful baby, but didn’t remain as beautiful as he grew older. He was on the same track as Laurence, only a lot more depressed and a lot less homicidal. Trent was a mistake, practically. His family pretty much neglected him and pretended he didn’t exist. This wasn’t easy on little Trent.

Trent started Muggle School in 1995. It wasn’t too long before his classmates began to tease him about how different he was. Since he was so poor, he had to wear his brother Laurence’s hand-me-downs, and he had long shaggy hair that he would eventually cut off with safety-scissors because it was getting in his face too much.

His classmates showed no mercy when it came to picking at Trent. At first, he was very upset with this. Why didn’t anybody love him? On December 7th, 1998, a little girl finally showed Trent some compassion… But she only did so when others weren’t around. This was a pathetic existence for Trent, even if he was only seven. But this made Trent realize that if he wanted love, he’d get some from a woman. This didn’t become an issue until he hit… Err… Puberty.

On March 20th, 1999, Florence Reilly-Jacob died in a fatal car crash. This was a major blow to Trent and his family, and caused a bit of a mental breakdown for the young boy. None of his family members noticed, of course. Trent was left to heal on his own. It was also around this time that he finally got used to his bullies and he finally didn’t care anymore. It would be quite hard for an eight year old to suffer this much, really.

On August 20th, 2000, Trent got his letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was quite a shock to the Jacob family, and Trent was actually happy to leave. Even if he hated school because it was a load of donkey waste, Trent gladly left his beaten down home and joined his fellow first years on September 1st, 2001.

In Trent’s third year of Hogwarts, Jasper Jacob died of pneumonia. This was yet another hit on Trent, and he had been taken in by a foster family. The family was quite nice and Trent likes them very much. Sarah Richards-Travis and William Travis took Trent in like he was their own son. They couldn’t have children after a bit of an accident with William and his job as a construction worker.

The Travis family gave him the love Trent needed to live. But it was the same love any other couple would give to a dirty thirteen year old boy they had to watch. But they didn’t neglect him; they didn’t pretend he didn’t exist. That was all Trent really needed.

During Trent’s 4th year, his shenanigans of chasing girls finally paid off. Melissa Ettinger, 3rd year Gryffindor, had found that soft side of Trent and actually liked him. She ended up leaving him because he took the relationship too serious. Trent was frantic at first, but finally took the break up in and cried his eyes out one night in his dorm. Just like how any other teenage GIRL would.


How Do You Fit Into Your House?:
How DOESN’T Trent fit into his house? He’s nasty and rude and likes to make people uncomfortable. He’s also very arrogant and cruel at some points. Trent can be rather violent sometimes and he has the temper of a wasp.

Writing Sample:
Even if the night was growing darker and the moon was climbing higher into the sky, Trent Travis sat by his dorm window and scribbled nonsense into his journal. This was a common thing for Trent to do, and he liked to do it often. He let out a stiff yawn and his darkened eyes picked themselves off the new page he created for himself and he stared around his quiet dorm.

With a small grumble, he pulled himself out of his favorite chair and dragged himself to his bed. “Tater-Tot! Go to sleep!” One of his roommates yelled from under their covers. How they were able to hear him fumble around with his trunk, he had no idea. He glared over at their curtains and hissed back, “I will in a second, you fool.”

There was another voice from a separate roommate, mumbling “Guys, please don’t fight. I’ve got a test tomorrow.” And the last one grumbled “You’re all a bunch of bloody idiots.” Trent rolled his eyes and hopped onto his bed, pulling the curtains around him. He quietly removed his uniform and threw it onto the floor beside him. “Good night Tot.” The snooty housemate seethed. “Oh, shut it.” Trent snapped back before edging under the cool covers.

Within a few moments, Trent began to doze off. Then someone woke him up again. “Hey… Does anybody have any lotion?” The rest of his roommates groaned and Trent poked his head out of the curtains.

“Why do you need lotion?” He asked, coldly.

“I have a rash.” The Slytherin called out after a few minutes.

“… Alright. Just don’t use all of it… It smells like strawberries and it’s my favorite.” Trent whispered. Another minute passed after he gave the boy his lotion.

“… Trent?”

“Yes?” He muttered.

“Why do you have lady’s lotion?”



Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Trent is a greasy boy who gets obsessed with anything that gets close to him. He isn’t the nicest person, but he isn’t a violent person, either. Trent is very unloved and uncaring. He hates basically everything. Trent doesn’t like to admit his talents, which he doesn’t have many of. He thinks that if he stalks girls, they’ll love him one day. Trent hopes that one day someone will love him as much as he loves them.