Post by trey leshcitm on Apr 6, 2008 16:56:36 GMT -5
About You
Name: Trey is fine
Age: Teenagers
Experience: Since I was... About 8
Other Characters: None
Other: I love to role-play (I hope it goes here...)
The Character
Do you really know who you are?
Full Name: Brant Julian Mitchels
Nickname: Trey Leshcitm
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Grade: Drop Out
Preferred Gang: None yet
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Celebrity used:
Appearance: Trey changed himself totally from what he used to look like. He used to be a normal kid, blond hair that was long with texture. He dyed it black and straightened it. He made his own piercings, took a safety pin and shoved it through his lip and gave himself snake bites.
Trey is rather scene now. He couldn't be labeled emo quite yet. He can fit into a few labels, but none fit him perfectly. He used to have blue eyes, but he always wears dark contacts, so you wouldn't know. The eyes of a person gives them away completely. He usually has on gloves that show is fingers. He likes to cover his palm because of the scar on his knuckle.
Trey's body type is not too abnormal. He's not very strong, so he's an easy target to beat up on. But you'll have to catch him first. Trey is very fast, he couldn't run quickly for a long time. Making him a pain in the butt. He usually keeps some chains hanging out of his pocket or wears a hard belt with metal on it or something. He taught himself how to use those if needed.
Personality: Trey is a very odd child, he grew up never really fitting in anywhere, this affected him a lot when it comes to who he is. If he is walking down the street and he sees something on someone that reminds him of someone from his past he will walk up to them and sock them in the face if they remind him of an old bully, he'll run over and tackle them in reminded of a best friend. He still has a lot of catching up to do with people from his past that don't exist in his life.
Trey will treat you well if you are a friend. He doesn't exactly understand the concept of death yet, and doesn't fear it because he always had someone protecting him. So he would run in front of a gun for you.
If Trey hates you, he is real quiet and emoish. He just doesn't talk, he'll write in his notebook that he carries around a lot. There isn't much more then that. He isn't too violent unless you are a real issue.
Likes:
[x] Chocolate - Nice flavored things
[x] His brother - Nate
[x] Boys/girls
[x] Following someone (Not being a leader)
[x] Quiet
Dislikes:
[x] Being ignored
[x] Silence
[x] Loud
[x] Guns
[x] Lies
Is the past behind you, or is your mind still dwelling?
Family:
mother; Bahh Orlan – dead
father;
Chase Orlan – Probably dead
siblings;
Nathaniel Lukas Mitchels - alive in NYC - 18
History: Brants's parents were in a huge fight until he was born. His older brother was only two at the time. His father agreed to a verbal settlement where he would take Brant and Nathaniel every other month and that other month would be spent with Bahh in New York City. Nate loved NYC with his mother more, while Brant didn't really care. He just wanted to stay with his older brother, as long as he could be with him, anywhere would be like heaven.
The father liked Nate more and wanted Nate to be like him, while Brant was off to the side and he was just looked down on as a small child. His father wanted to infest Nate's brain. His father tried to flee the country with Nate, but he called their mother before that happened.
Their father one day tried to kidnap them, of course he failed and the children where given to their mother. Brant's brother Nate always watched out for him, he was ten at the time. Brant was only 8. They became closer than ever. Brant never left the side of his brother.
Although, lots happened. Nate ended up getting framed for shooting their mother. Brant wasn't really sure what to think at the time. He became a bit depressed and wasn't sure why this all happened. He liked his brother more than his mother, and his brother looked up to their mother a bit.
When Nate was 14. He felt. Leaving Brant all alone. Of course, the young 11-year-old didn't want to be all alone. He dyed his hair black and took two safety pins and shoved them through his lip. He couldn't believe his brother left him. He got brown contacts and began to wear them. The next two years of his life where torture.
He was switched around to family and family. Each time being brought back from the terrifying night after night where the young boy would screech after having night terrors that kept getting worse and worse.
After a while, Brant couldn't take it anymore. He tried suicide once, but he was saved and brought to the hospital. After staying there a few weeks he was let go. He ran away from the orphanage and he chased after his brother. He wanted to get his brother back, he knew he was somewhere in NYC. He would do whatever it would take to find him.
Brant spent weeks getting picked up by strangers and getting driven farther and farther. One boy picked him up and looked out for him for about two weeks. Although he was killed in a motorcycle crash. Brant got away and continued moving, still very depressed and alone.
Brant's name; Trey, had to come from somewhere. He didn't want to meet up with his brother and just become brothers again. He wasn't the same as he was. He wasn't even sure if he was ready to meet his brother again. He changed his look, although, he needed to change his name. It happened when he was on the street. He was walking into a coffee shop when he met with another teenage boy.
After having a small conversation, the other teen asked about Brant's name. He didn't know what to say. He quickly looked around. Wall. Table. Hair. Man. Women. Waitress. TREY! He quickly blurted out Trey since it was the only reasonable name... And of course, it went from there.
Trey has spent the past couple of weeks looking for his brother. He has been moving around NYC, steeling and pick pocketing people for money since he couldn't find a job because he was too busy. Since he is fast it works out perfectly for him.
Trey, ended up in this part of the city. He heard talk about gangs, big ones. Of course, he heard something that seemed like his brother. He decided to stick around a little bit and experiment and try to find him.