Post by Trenton Graves on Jun 29, 2007 3:57:57 GMT -5
Name: Trenton Graves
Age: 23
Birthday: October 13
Bloodline: He would like to think himself Pure
Why are they important to this plot line?: He is one of Voldemort's loyal servants and will do as the Dark Lord wishes, this can help the plot in many ways alone.
Physical Description: Trent holds a sleek handsome face, a charming smile and delicate facial features, all except his piercing silver gaze. He stands at 6’1 with a slender but muscular physique, this is how he manages to uphold his mildly threatening characteristics. Tattoos stain his pale skin, a few on his chest and limbs, though it is the one on his left arm that brings him such fame.
You will never find him wearing clothes that are any other color but black. Trent prefers to wear unpretentious garments, and tends to lean more towards muggle fashions rather than keeping to his own wizarding style.
Personality: Trent is rather childish, which is surprising when it comes to his ‘occupation.’ He tends to be immature at moments though there are times when he can be just as ruthless and uncaring as any other Death Eater, and perhaps this is why he to is on the multiple wanted posters.
He also has a tendency to harass women, he find wooing a waste of time and will hardly keep the patience when it comes to finding himself company. He is no more than a low life scum bag that lives off other’s misery and deprivation.
Likes: The Dark Lord, Dark Arts, women, torture and blood.
Dislikes: The Order, Ministry of Magic, Mudbloods, goody-two-shoes and Aurors.
History: Trent grew up obsessed with the darker side of life.
He had lived with his grandparents all though his younger years, unaware that his mother had been a muggle and his father a wizard. Since his elders had all been pure bloods, he grew older convinced that he too was of pure decent, but was never been told otherwise.
His father had been a Death Eater and his grandparents accepted such actions, even influenced Trent to believe that such an pursuit would be fantastic for his future.
He went to Hogwarts and was obviously switched into Slytherin house, where he stayed for six years straight- leaving early to further engage in his so called, ‘dream.’
Rash behavior landed Trent a six month sentence in Azkaban prison, where he met up with multiple other Death Eaters who further convinced Trenton to join forces with the dark side.
When his sentence was up he continued to commit crimes, things that grew more and more hideous as time went on. He claimed to do it in the Dark Lord’s name, and believed the same- even when he was forced to return to Azkaban.
He was still young when he received the three year sentence, but luckily he managed to escape after only two years. He broke free with the other Death Eaters and joined with them to return to the Dark Lord’s aid.
Family and Pets:
Family- Grandfather and Grandmother, George and Alice Graves
Pets- None.
Roleplaying Sample:
The rain hit the smudged, grimy glass of his bedroom window. The city appeared lifeless from where he stood, he followed the clouds as they crept over the moon and stars, blocking out the light from above, leaving only the dull orange glow of the shops that had not yet closed.
The storm progressed, and soon the water drops were pounding up against the old building and coming through tiny cracks in the walls, forcing the owner of the desolate domicile to drag out old pots and pans in hopes of collecting the undesirable moisture.
Trent growled as he placed a bucket on top of a forming puddle in the center of the bedroom floor, he prayed to leave this place soon. To have the mark on his left arm scald his flesh unexpectedly and he would have a reason to escape this hell hole, the part with this trap that he had created for himself.
A bitter sigh parted his pallid lips and he shook his head, lifting his hand to push back his tangled black tresses. There was a moment of disheartening silence where he felt as though even the raindrops were applauding his pitiable actions- he was a wizard, a man that was in one of the most feared groups ever to exist, and yet here he stood, appearing like a fool.
Brows furrowed and he muttered an incantation under his breath, aiming his wand at the ceiling to stop the uninvited drips from continuing.
This is going to be a long night. He thought bitterly to himself before turning and moving back towards the window.
Age: 23
Birthday: October 13
Bloodline: He would like to think himself Pure
Why are they important to this plot line?: He is one of Voldemort's loyal servants and will do as the Dark Lord wishes, this can help the plot in many ways alone.
Physical Description: Trent holds a sleek handsome face, a charming smile and delicate facial features, all except his piercing silver gaze. He stands at 6’1 with a slender but muscular physique, this is how he manages to uphold his mildly threatening characteristics. Tattoos stain his pale skin, a few on his chest and limbs, though it is the one on his left arm that brings him such fame.
You will never find him wearing clothes that are any other color but black. Trent prefers to wear unpretentious garments, and tends to lean more towards muggle fashions rather than keeping to his own wizarding style.
Personality: Trent is rather childish, which is surprising when it comes to his ‘occupation.’ He tends to be immature at moments though there are times when he can be just as ruthless and uncaring as any other Death Eater, and perhaps this is why he to is on the multiple wanted posters.
He also has a tendency to harass women, he find wooing a waste of time and will hardly keep the patience when it comes to finding himself company. He is no more than a low life scum bag that lives off other’s misery and deprivation.
Likes: The Dark Lord, Dark Arts, women, torture and blood.
Dislikes: The Order, Ministry of Magic, Mudbloods, goody-two-shoes and Aurors.
History: Trent grew up obsessed with the darker side of life.
He had lived with his grandparents all though his younger years, unaware that his mother had been a muggle and his father a wizard. Since his elders had all been pure bloods, he grew older convinced that he too was of pure decent, but was never been told otherwise.
His father had been a Death Eater and his grandparents accepted such actions, even influenced Trent to believe that such an pursuit would be fantastic for his future.
He went to Hogwarts and was obviously switched into Slytherin house, where he stayed for six years straight- leaving early to further engage in his so called, ‘dream.’
Rash behavior landed Trent a six month sentence in Azkaban prison, where he met up with multiple other Death Eaters who further convinced Trenton to join forces with the dark side.
When his sentence was up he continued to commit crimes, things that grew more and more hideous as time went on. He claimed to do it in the Dark Lord’s name, and believed the same- even when he was forced to return to Azkaban.
He was still young when he received the three year sentence, but luckily he managed to escape after only two years. He broke free with the other Death Eaters and joined with them to return to the Dark Lord’s aid.
Family and Pets:
Family- Grandfather and Grandmother, George and Alice Graves
Pets- None.
Roleplaying Sample:
The rain hit the smudged, grimy glass of his bedroom window. The city appeared lifeless from where he stood, he followed the clouds as they crept over the moon and stars, blocking out the light from above, leaving only the dull orange glow of the shops that had not yet closed.
The storm progressed, and soon the water drops were pounding up against the old building and coming through tiny cracks in the walls, forcing the owner of the desolate domicile to drag out old pots and pans in hopes of collecting the undesirable moisture.
Trent growled as he placed a bucket on top of a forming puddle in the center of the bedroom floor, he prayed to leave this place soon. To have the mark on his left arm scald his flesh unexpectedly and he would have a reason to escape this hell hole, the part with this trap that he had created for himself.
A bitter sigh parted his pallid lips and he shook his head, lifting his hand to push back his tangled black tresses. There was a moment of disheartening silence where he felt as though even the raindrops were applauding his pitiable actions- he was a wizard, a man that was in one of the most feared groups ever to exist, and yet here he stood, appearing like a fool.
Brows furrowed and he muttered an incantation under his breath, aiming his wand at the ceiling to stop the uninvited drips from continuing.
This is going to be a long night. He thought bitterly to himself before turning and moving back towards the window.
