Member
Trent
21 |5'4"|B+
A P P E R A N C E
Dark brown hair that tends to look as dark as the night sky. Eyes the shade of mud. Having spent most of his time in the shooting ranges and in the Citadel's Libraries trying to uncover as much about the Astral Mist, has left him more on the pale side. What little color he gets is from running laps around certain areas of the Citadel for cardio. Fingers seemingly a permanent state of banages from papercuts on pages, he tends to wear the standard WARDEN gloves at all times.
Hair kept as tidy as he possibly can with the standard crew cut as all other WARDENs leave with, he's hoping to get it as long as it was and trimmed in a nicer manner. Facial hair, whilst sparce on his face, tends to grow in patches and swirls, making shaving a rather amusing time for Trent.
Coming up to most of the other cadet's shoulders, if that, depending on who it was standing by. He keeps a smile on his face. Unlike others, throwing himself into the magic portions of study have left him lacking in high muscle tones. Slender and with "femine" curves to boot have made Trent slightly ashamed of his size and body tone.
On his time off, he's usually found in black jeans and a button up shirt, book in hand. If he's not in the libraries he's out jogging the campus to get some sun and keep his cardio at a decent rate.
Hair kept as tidy as he possibly can with the standard crew cut as all other WARDENs leave with, he's hoping to get it as long as it was and trimmed in a nicer manner. Facial hair, whilst sparce on his face, tends to grow in patches and swirls, making shaving a rather amusing time for Trent.
Coming up to most of the other cadet's shoulders, if that, depending on who it was standing by. He keeps a smile on his face. Unlike others, throwing himself into the magic portions of study have left him lacking in high muscle tones. Slender and with "femine" curves to boot have made Trent slightly ashamed of his size and body tone.
On his time off, he's usually found in black jeans and a button up shirt, book in hand. If he's not in the libraries he's out jogging the campus to get some sun and keep his cardio at a decent rate.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Coming from an outlying farm and having four older sisters has left it's mark on Trent's personality. Always a kind word to give to others, cheering them on and helping to motivate them. His smile, to most, is infectious and can get any dark cloud hovering a good scare. Living with so many females, he has learned to also be a decent listener for most troubles. From dating advice (he has little experience) to what one could expect on the next tests (he has more experience with those).
Trent was short tempered and it shows itself every so often. Meditation and Advanced Mist training have dapped most of the fuel of his temper making it a little harder to get him going. When it does go off, he doens't pull his punches and uses his tongue as his weapon to lash whoever is in the wrong. Besides his temper he is extremely carefree and outgoing with those around him. He doesn't always say much but when he does people listen, sometimes.
Being around more kids of his age growing up has also played into effect. He doesn't meant to do it, but sometimes catches himself mimicing others in mannerisms and personality traits. When he does catch himself, he tends to quickly move on or switch topics and watches his interactions better. He's been known to keep a few mannerisms he likes, like a hand on the hip and forefinger pointed for a door when someone has truly crossed him. (He blames his eldest sister for this mannerism.)
Training at the Citadel and with others has proven time and again that Trent is not a leader. He may be cheerful and helpful to those around him but when thrust with responisibilities he locks up and has issues giving commands when he's so use to recieving them. One of the teachers has taken to playing Chess with Trent, trying to help improve this aspect, with little to no effect.
Hard working on his Magic has left it's own traits in him, feeling the power quell in his body and around him, he's slightly more sensitive to other peoples moods and they can make it hard for Trent to breath. One moment intense feelings, the next gone as if a gust of air playing with his shortened hair. Not only this, but only one or two close friends know he is truly afraid of his magic.
Trent was short tempered and it shows itself every so often. Meditation and Advanced Mist training have dapped most of the fuel of his temper making it a little harder to get him going. When it does go off, he doens't pull his punches and uses his tongue as his weapon to lash whoever is in the wrong. Besides his temper he is extremely carefree and outgoing with those around him. He doesn't always say much but when he does people listen, sometimes.
Being around more kids of his age growing up has also played into effect. He doesn't meant to do it, but sometimes catches himself mimicing others in mannerisms and personality traits. When he does catch himself, he tends to quickly move on or switch topics and watches his interactions better. He's been known to keep a few mannerisms he likes, like a hand on the hip and forefinger pointed for a door when someone has truly crossed him. (He blames his eldest sister for this mannerism.)
Training at the Citadel and with others has proven time and again that Trent is not a leader. He may be cheerful and helpful to those around him but when thrust with responisibilities he locks up and has issues giving commands when he's so use to recieving them. One of the teachers has taken to playing Chess with Trent, trying to help improve this aspect, with little to no effect.
Hard working on his Magic has left it's own traits in him, feeling the power quell in his body and around him, he's slightly more sensitive to other peoples moods and they can make it hard for Trent to breath. One moment intense feelings, the next gone as if a gust of air playing with his shortened hair. Not only this, but only one or two close friends know he is truly afraid of his magic.
B A C K G R O U N D
Born in the Southern Rassvet on a small farm in an even smaller town. The fifth child and first son of his family has brought him anything but cheer. His father was a kind man, if not a workaholic and pressed as much as he could into Trent's hand. Ignoring most of the high tech mechinations going on, Trent was taught to appriecate the simply things from the time he asked why another boy had a new electrical toy. Learning little of the farming life from his father, he stayed by his sisters and mother side more often then what other boys of his young age would normally. Mei, the eldest, dubbed herself the princess of the family and acted it. Much of Trent's memories revolve around his sisters all taking turns dressing him up in their hand-me-down clothing and their mother's makeup.
Trent looked back on those days with happiness, until his tenth nameday. Everything changed a month before then. He had been out with the second oldest sister, Kia, when the Town Incident occurred. Trent still doens't know how he managed to get from the bottom of the tree to the top of it and "Mom I swear I was floatin' and everythin'!!" A few days after that, word spread of Trents control over the elements and what it would mean for his life. To Trent, it was the worst thing that could have happened to him in his short ten years. He fought, cried, begged, threatened, cried even more and stomped his foot when he was told he was being taken to the Citadel to train as a WARDEN.
Trent hasn't told anyone at all of his sisters or his family because of that. Not ashamed of his behavoir, but feeling as if he'll be mocked for not WANTING to become a WARDEN.
Training with the others was a hole new world for Trent. Unuse to sleeping with so many boys around him brought up many questions he's squashed with an intense fevor and a neglect that has left him socially awkward around some of the boys. As he grew, he played it off as homesickness, still tight lipped about it, and learning how his sisters had a point that boys would talk your ear off as quickly as any girl would. Teen years and intense training brought out more of Trent's magic.
Making a fireball was easy, making lightning strike form the sky was a sneeze worth of effort. A breeze was as easy as breathing. Getting these elements to fully obey him and not stray from their destined path took the rest of Trent's time leaving him little time for the more physical classes. He learned how to dual wield pistols and not lose accuracy from a few of his classmates thankfully.
The teenaged boys teased him, and learned when Trent sparked (literially sparked) to back off and put on the heavy gloves. The girls learned his listened well and was willing to help them, if they would help him with some of his training as well. Time went by, he's never forgotten the face of the Inspector who took him away to the Citadel, he's forgotten the name however. Planning on escaping back home upon graduation, he's doesn't realize that Fate and Faith have something else instore for him and a small group of "friends".
Trent looked back on those days with happiness, until his tenth nameday. Everything changed a month before then. He had been out with the second oldest sister, Kia, when the Town Incident occurred. Trent still doens't know how he managed to get from the bottom of the tree to the top of it and "Mom I swear I was floatin' and everythin'!!" A few days after that, word spread of Trents control over the elements and what it would mean for his life. To Trent, it was the worst thing that could have happened to him in his short ten years. He fought, cried, begged, threatened, cried even more and stomped his foot when he was told he was being taken to the Citadel to train as a WARDEN.
Trent hasn't told anyone at all of his sisters or his family because of that. Not ashamed of his behavoir, but feeling as if he'll be mocked for not WANTING to become a WARDEN.
Training with the others was a hole new world for Trent. Unuse to sleeping with so many boys around him brought up many questions he's squashed with an intense fevor and a neglect that has left him socially awkward around some of the boys. As he grew, he played it off as homesickness, still tight lipped about it, and learning how his sisters had a point that boys would talk your ear off as quickly as any girl would. Teen years and intense training brought out more of Trent's magic.
Making a fireball was easy, making lightning strike form the sky was a sneeze worth of effort. A breeze was as easy as breathing. Getting these elements to fully obey him and not stray from their destined path took the rest of Trent's time leaving him little time for the more physical classes. He learned how to dual wield pistols and not lose accuracy from a few of his classmates thankfully.
The teenaged boys teased him, and learned when Trent sparked (literially sparked) to back off and put on the heavy gloves. The girls learned his listened well and was willing to help them, if they would help him with some of his training as well. Time went by, he's never forgotten the face of the Inspector who took him away to the Citadel, he's forgotten the name however. Planning on escaping back home upon graduation, he's doesn't realize that Fate and Faith have something else instore for him and a small group of "friends".
C O M B A T
Two handguns at each hip, one usually charged with ice-type bullets the other with water-type to give the ice-water combo a nice sting to his targets. After all, sometimes a bullet was too good for someone.
His main focus is his magics. Though powerful and frightening in his hands, he feels most at ease with them at his beck and call. Fireballs to lightning to forming shards of ice out of the moisture in the air has made up for his lack of physical prowess on the battle field. Where others have minor magics Trent's power seems to stem from the world around him. Trained by some of the best has helped curb his over use of his power and drain on himself making him much more effective.
Very untrained in close combat save for a few minor spells, Trent tends to stick closer to the back of the group, using his high magic attacks as a defense and attack all in one nice little body.
His main focus is his magics. Though powerful and frightening in his hands, he feels most at ease with them at his beck and call. Fireballs to lightning to forming shards of ice out of the moisture in the air has made up for his lack of physical prowess on the battle field. Where others have minor magics Trent's power seems to stem from the world around him. Trained by some of the best has helped curb his over use of his power and drain on himself making him much more effective.
Very untrained in close combat save for a few minor spells, Trent tends to stick closer to the back of the group, using his high magic attacks as a defense and attack all in one nice little body.
R E L A T I O N S
Will fully fill out in the morning when more brain cells are firing.
N O T E S
Nothing to see here, move along maggot!!! (I'm kidding!!!!)
