TRENT LAWSON

[Trent Lawson]

TRENT JACOB LAWSON

....the mask

Your Name: Mystic :]
Where did you find us?: Found it on a board I was advertising my site on.
How long have you been roleplaying?:5 Years
Password: It was in the rules, find it

...basic character information

Birth Name: Trent Jacob Lawson
Nickname: TJ
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Grade: 10th
Birth date: June Eleventh
Program: Bachelor of Social Studies
Major: Law Enforcement
Animal Identity: Dog > German Shepard

...personality

Likes:(at least 10)

• Parties
  
• Girls
  
• Drinking
  
• Chocolate
  
• Rebellion
  
• Rock Music [ Metallica and Avenged Sevenfold <3]
  
• Fast Cars
  
• Motercycles
  
• Addrenaline rushes
  
• Electric Guitar Solo's
  

Dislikes: (at least 10)

• Know-It-Alls
  
• Math
  
• Teachers
  
• People who tell him what to do
  
• Preppy girls
  
• Homosexuals
  
• Green Apples
  
• Taylor Swift music[hehe]
  
• People who think they can sing but can't [keyesha cole!]
  
• Painting
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Chihuahua's [not telling anybody]
  
• Moths [creepy buggers]
  
• Cantalope. [What? Don't judge.]
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Physical stamina/ strength
  
• A lot of street smarts
  
• Good with all animals [except cats.]
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Acts before he thinks.
  
• Pushes fights too quickly.
  
• Makes enimies more easily than friends.
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]

A rather unique bit of persona spread over this chap. Trent has very mixed personalities sometimes, depending on who he's around, time of day, you know, all those things. Trent is very explosive and can turn on you in a split second. His anger is mostly out of control and nobody can predict when he is going to snap. The smallest thing will push him over the edge and send him into a frenzy. His canine part of him usualy shows itself when he is one of his uncontrollable rages. A frenzy flows in his eyes when he is angry and he can almost literaly see red. He won't hesitate to show people what he means or pounce on somebodys judgement or thoughts. He thinks he is always right and will always go after those who think otherwise.

He is not afraid to fight, either in human or canine form. He is tough and is not afraid to use it. If he used his brains the way he used his muscles, he could be like, Einstein. With less hair of course. He is a showoff when it comes to his looks as well. He knows he looks good and he likes to flaunt it. Not over- excessivly of course, but he is a total flirt. He can be very romantic when he chooses. When it comes to getting a girls attention, he can be the most romantic man in the world. Flowers and chocolates. Then after he gets them, he will keep them for a while, then leave them once he gets bored. Just like a dog and a toy.

Although he comes with a player status, he is very loyal. Not nessicaraly loyal to girls or other people, but he is very loyal to himself. When he has a duty, it must be carried out fully. He has a lot of respect for himself. Well, sometimes he does. Again, it depends on his current mood. When he gets to drinking, he doesn't care what happens. When, on the off chance, that he does happen to be sober, he has a lot of respect. This doesn't erase the fact that he's a man whore on wheels, but it does mean that he doesn't degrade himself. He only hits on pretty girls. Which, to him, most girls are pretty. He has high standereds. Due to his low financial stability, he does tend to go for the richer girls.

He knows what he wants and he will go after it. Although, he is the type of guy to meet a girl one day, and be [at the very least] making out with her in the next couple hours. He likes to make his rounds, and make them well.

...appearance

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Appearance: [400 words minimum]
In his human form, Trent can be described in one word : downright sexy. Or, I guess that is two words. [ Told you Trent didn't like math.] He stands at 5'9. Not the tallest around, but he is built well. Lean, but well muscled. He has a nice set of six pack abs and musclal arms and legs. Something nice for the ladies to look at, but not over the top. For some girls, he can be described as quite a heart throb. He has deep, chocolate brown eyes that hold just a hint of mystery and seductivness. His skin tone is bronzed just right. He has usualy shaggy (ish) dark brown hair. Not too long. He always has it either spiked or just shaggy. When he feels like cleaning up, he may smooth it out.

His normal attire consists of just a few things. He usualy wears slightly baggy jeans ( not the type that sagg down to his ankles, just so they aren't butt-huggers.), and either a tee shirt or a tank top. He loves to work out, too, whether it be running or going to the gym. When this occurs, he wears a tank top and basketball shorts, no matter the weather. He can always tough out the cold. The tank tops he wears tend to show off his stomach muscles. As mentioned earlier, he likes to show off what he's got.

On his right shoulder, he has a tattoo of a five point star with a paw print inside of it. Whenever humans ask him what it means, he tells them he was drunk when he got it. When other shifters ask, he says its because it represents who he is. He always wears a chain around his neck, whether in human or animal form. Its a large-link chain with a lock on it. He only takes it off when he goes running because he doesn't like it hitting against his chest. He also has a gold bracelet on his wrist, which is covered by thick fur in his animal form, but he always wears it in his human form.

In his animal form, Trent resembles a normal german sheperd. He is mostly tan/light brown, with some black on his face, around his eyes and muzzle, around his neck, along his back, on all four paws, and on the tip of his tail. Soft brown eyes still remain in this form. That is one trait carried over amungst both forms. On his shoulder that the tattoo is on in his human form, you can slightly see a coloring difference in his dog form. There is a slightly darker color in the shape of the five point star and paw print. Nobody would know what it meant though, unless they knew him as a human.

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...history

Parents:
Margorie Lawson/Mother/ Deceased
Unknown/Father/Unknown
Siblings:
None
[400 words minimum]
Trent has a rather crazy history. He came from a small town in Washington State. This town was not well known, and wasn't even on a map. He was there all his life, as his family was not really capeable of leaving. Before he was even born, his father left. He had just gotton his mother pregnant and then left. So, Trent grew up his entire life with just his mother. He had no siblings, he didn't even know any of his extended family. No uncles, aunts, grandparents... nothing. He only had one outlet, one escape, one way to express himself.

There was a small horse ranch down the road that he started going to when he turned 13. He spent most of his time there, leaving his mother home alone. He learned the basics of caring for a horse, and a little on how to ride. This was also the time in his life when he turned more towards the ' bad boy' side to life when it came to school. He got in a lot of fights, and was suspended many times. When he was in ninth grade at the age of 14, he joined the Army JROTC program to try to change his life. And it did, a little. He began respecting his morals, and living a real military lifestyle, but he always went back to the horse ranch.

One day, after school, Trent went straight to the barn instead of going home first. He stayed there until almost seven O-clock at night, wondering why his mother hadn't called him yet. When he got home, the door was open, and there was no music on inside, no TV on. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He walked into the kitchen, and found a man holding a gun to his mother. He was only 14, he didn't know what to do, but his mother had tears streaming down her face. The only thing he remembered then was the man's face, and then the gun being pointed at him. The face of the man looked oddly familiar, and then he noticed, the face was reflected in him. That was his father.

And then a gunshot had echoed through the whole house, and Trent just rembers the sting he felt to his leg, and then anouther shot, and a scream from his mother. He had blacked out from the pain. But the next thing he remembers was waking up in the hospital, with an unfamilar face in his room. A man and a women whom he didn't know, with tears on there face. Just then he knew, his mother didn't make it.

Trent went back home, or, as much home as it was without a family. His anger was pulsing in his head, making his skull feel like it was about to explode. He sat on the floor, on the very spot his mother was killed, and clenched his teeth and his fists. Red hot anger welled in his eyes and he yelled and smacked his head against the wall. Just then he felt a new sensation rippling throughout him. Pain shooting throughout his bones, feeling them break and bend in different directions. Something he couldn't control. His anger continued to pound against his skull. He tried to resist the pain, but he couldn't. Tan and black fur began to spread over his body and it began to twist and mutilate himself into a new form.

After laying in writhing pain for a few moments, he opened his eyes. He could see nothing but black and white. He had no idea what was going on. His heart rate spead up as he tried to stand, and realized he was standing on four feet. He looked and noticed that the feet where not feet, they where in fact paws. A scream exhoed in his mind. He looked behind him and saw a tail. Am i dreaming?

Ever since, his life has never been the same.

...connecting human to animal

[One Paragraph Minimum (Can be point form)]
The connection between Trents human and animal form is a very thick line. Trent has horrible anger issues, and will attack almost anybody, and of course, german sheperds are used as attack dogs in the military and police. Trents major is Law Enforcement as well. The color of the dogs fur matches almost perfectly that of Trents skin. Trent is very brave when it comes to putting himself in danger, and police dogs are the same way. Trent will risk his own life to save that of somebody close to him, and police dogs do that almost every day. Trent is loyal to those whom he trusts and are close to him.

...literacy

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Karlee led the fifteen point two hand high Mutt horse out of the barn and towards the arena. The dark leather saddle fit perfectly on the horses back. Karlee and her horse, Bella, where new here in Hunter Creek, and it was scary being the new girl. Well, for most people it was scary, but Karlee had had enough 'scary' experiances in her life to last a life time. I mean, jeez, having people with guns after you twenty-four-seven wasn't scary at all, was it? She hadn't met anybody yet, so she really had nothing better to do than go for a ride. Bella was her super star barrel racing horse, and Karlee loved her to pieces. She was extreamly high strung, probably from the arabian part of her, and it suited her just fine for barrels. Karlee didn't often do much else with her, besides trail riding, because what the pair loved to do was run the Barrels.

Karlee led the copper penny and ivory mare through the gate to the indoor arena, and closed it behind them. You ready to go for a ride, girl? Karlee said in her soothing voice as she put the reigns up over the mares head. Bella didn't look like much. She was pretty, yes, with her coat two condesending colars, of copper and ivory. She definatly did not look like a barrel horse. With the dainty and refined head of an arabian, and the long tail, and dainty legs, she looks more like a halter horse. Her hips and chest where not very big either. It was obvious that she had muscle, but not enough to look like the kind of horse that could run 13 second short pattern.

Karlee was only five foot two, so mounting up on a horse was not the easiest task, but she had perfected it. She gathered the reigns in her left hand as she jumped up, and slid her foot into the left stirrup. Good girl. She mumbled to her horse as she slid her right foot in the stirrup. Her dark chocolate hair fell around her shoulders as she got ready to ride. Her riding boots where blue and tan leather Ariat Phat Babies. Her light blue jeans where tucked into the tops of the boots. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she glanced around with emerald green eyes. The barrels she had set up earlier where still there, making her glad. She should have checked before she mounted up, but oh well.

She nudged the mare slightly with her spurs, and she lurched forward immediatly. Bella didn't really have the normal ''walk, jog, lope, run'' paces that most western horses had, and she didn't go ''low and slow.'' No, Bella was more like ''Fast, Faster, and Fastest.'' Karlee kept the reigns pulled tightly until Bella started to jog. The mare had one blue eye and one green eye. Her blue eye was staring intently at the nearest barrel as Karlee jogged her around the arena. Or it was more like a ''skip'' rather than a jog. Chomping at the bit, Bella gave a little buck, wanting to go faster. Karlee swung the over and under back and popped her on the butt when she did so, and Bella immediatly pinned her ears.

If you don't warm up first your gonna pull somethin' girlie. Karlee said to the excited belle. A couple times around the arena at this.. what ever it was gait.. and Karlee lined Bella up at the barrels. Bella started rearing up and wanting to go as Karlee lined her up. She pulled Bella in a tight circle before letting her go. Four hooves pounding like pistons beneath her as she came to the left barrel. Karlee snapped her head to look at the right barrel as they rounded the first barrel. Bella turned so she was almost on her side, her butt almost touching the ground. Powerful hind legs burned the track as the pair rounded the second barrel with the same intensity. Head laid low and ears laid back as they came to the final barrel. As they started the turn, Karlee turned her head to look home, an intent look in her emerad eyes.

Yah! Yah! Karlee commanded as the horse came home. She didn't push Bella at all this run. She never did at practice, she just let the mare run with the speed she wanted. As they crossed the home like. Karlee sat back and pulled on the reigns, and Bella's hind legs slid under her, dust flying up around them. A pefect reigning stop, as Karlee had taught her. Bella pranced, her eyes lost, bottem lip drooping, as it always was when they where gaming. She had no brain when they gamed. It was fried. Karlee patted the excited mare to calm her down. Good job Bells, good Job.

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