Trenton
Jul 24, 2018 8:16:30 GMT -6
Post by Trenton on Jul 24, 2018 8:16:30 GMT -6
Name: Trenton
Class: Pupil
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 15
Born in: Cromwell
Appearance: Trenton is a young man who walks with a pep in his step. He always appears to be having the best day of his life. He stands at 5’6” and possesses a thin frame that doesn’t boasts much in the way of muscle. He has thick untamable black hair, which contrasts against his pale and easily burned skin. His bright green eyes and the mole just below his left eye help add to his soft facial features. He is by no means considered unattractive, but his less than “manly” attributes do not turn heads in Cromwell; however, these traits do not bother him due to him being constantly compared to the guild’s leader, whom he idolizes.
Trenton’s garb of choice is a loose fitting light blue shirt that reaches his mid-thighs (not a tunic but a really big shirt). Over his shirt he wears an unbuttoned brown vest. The vest has a five-fold knot design specially embroidered by his mother using black thread and is one of his prized possessions. His trousers, like his vest, are also brown. When he is not running around barefoot, his footwear of choice are soft leather brogues.
Personality: Trenton is debatably the happiest member of Cromwell. He is known for his lack of skill with a blade, his naïve view of the world, as well as his below average smarts, whether street or academic. Despite the constant negative remarks about his future, all negative inputs seem to go in one ear and out the other. He is generally well-liked and is known for his selfless behavior. He is often seen aiding those around him without personal benefit in mind, which by some mercenaries in the guild is seen as admirable but foolish. He is eager to make friends with whomever he meets, and he doesn’t know a stranger. Despite his bubbly attitude and lack of skills, he is determined to become a mercenary despite the advice of others to find a career path to better suit his personalities and talents (or lack of). He idolizes those who possess superior intelligence and strength, which include heroes of current times and those from history to include his mother, and the leader of the guild, and the renowned hero Kenshin.
History: Trenton has grown up within the Lightning Wolves Guild under the guidance of his mother, Melissa. His father is unknown to him; his mother claims that he was the result of a one-night stand. His mother is the primary tactician of the group, and he wishes to be like her. Throughout his childhood he has trained with many weapons, but he has horribly failed at them all. After almost chopping his own leg off, weapons were banned in his hands. Despite this, he still “trains” himself with a wooden sword.
After trying various jobs around the guild, at age eleven he was put to work as the primary cook and janitor, which seems to be the only job he can’t manage to screw up. While he is good at this job, he is discontented with it.
A year after being assigned as the cook, the leader of the guild’s son, Zane, came to live with the guild. Trenton quickly globed onto him, claiming that they are now best friends, which Zane didn’t seem to have an issue with. Originally, Trenton had managed to convince Zane to teach him the sword skills he knew in secret. Zane quickly realized why Trenton was banned from weapons and declined further training with them; however, Zane did offer to teach him how to dance, which he accepted. Over the past three years he has become adept at dancing (although only he and Zane know this), and he has given up all hope of using weapons and is trying to cook up another way to become a mercenary. After saving his money, he has purchased his first tome, but has no idea how to use magic or how to find a teacher.
NPC fight: Trenton and the bandit stood a mere twenty meters apart. The bandit smirked at him. Trenton couldn’t help thinking how the bandit was wasting his time; nothing on him was of value. He possessed little money, no fine jewelry, and even his tome was of the rudimentary variety. He knew that trying to explain this was only a waste of breath, for none of his allies were around and he needed to act quickly.
His bright green eyes hastily scanned the area for an escape, but there were no routes easily available. He gripped his tome tightly in his left hand. “I’m a master at magic!” he shouted, hoping the bandit didn’t call his bluff.
The bandit strolled forward, swinging his axe like a picnic basket. Trenton’s mind began to panic. The bandit didn’t even take a moment to consider his claim. He wanted to call for Zane, but he knew he had to save his own skin this time.
He stumbled back before steading his stance. He thrusted a hand forward and only the smallest spark of light pierced the night air. As the light quickly became nothing more than a vapor, the bandit laughed heartily. “Nice try, Kid,” he mocked.
Trenton dug his feet further into the ground. With determination rising in his chest and the knuckles of his hand grasping his tome white, he thrusted his hand out again. This time a stream of light shot out, striking the bandit’s shoulder with enough force to sting and catch him by surprise.
Trenton’s jelly legs then took on a life of their own, and he darted into a small patch of woods, not daring to look back.
PC fight: -Context: Sparing match with Zane. Zane has rushed forward, aiming for Zane’s neck but then feinted to a downward strike at Trenton’s tome-
Trenton faced Zane with what he was sure was excitement. He had finally purchased a tome, and he had spent the better part of the previous night pouring over its pages. As Zane spoke, Trenton began to wonder if the flipping in his stomach wasn’t from excitement but fear. As he contemplated his nerves, Zane rushed forward.
Trenton had little time to react to Zane’s aim at his neck. His meager jump backward set him off balance, but this worked to his advantage. Zane’s strike swiped down, aiming for his tome, but Trenton’s lack of footing had already set him in motion.
Zane’s blade came within inches of his tome; he could feel the wind from the blade. Trenton stumbled back and quickly put distance between he and his opponent.
“It’s all willpower,” he thought to himself before thrusting his hand out with all the enthusiasm his body held. The only thing that came out of his hand was his enthusiasm because there was no sign of magic, and he was feeling considerably less enthused.
Class: Pupil
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 15
Born in: Cromwell
Appearance: Trenton is a young man who walks with a pep in his step. He always appears to be having the best day of his life. He stands at 5’6” and possesses a thin frame that doesn’t boasts much in the way of muscle. He has thick untamable black hair, which contrasts against his pale and easily burned skin. His bright green eyes and the mole just below his left eye help add to his soft facial features. He is by no means considered unattractive, but his less than “manly” attributes do not turn heads in Cromwell; however, these traits do not bother him due to him being constantly compared to the guild’s leader, whom he idolizes.
Trenton’s garb of choice is a loose fitting light blue shirt that reaches his mid-thighs (not a tunic but a really big shirt). Over his shirt he wears an unbuttoned brown vest. The vest has a five-fold knot design specially embroidered by his mother using black thread and is one of his prized possessions. His trousers, like his vest, are also brown. When he is not running around barefoot, his footwear of choice are soft leather brogues.
Personality: Trenton is debatably the happiest member of Cromwell. He is known for his lack of skill with a blade, his naïve view of the world, as well as his below average smarts, whether street or academic. Despite the constant negative remarks about his future, all negative inputs seem to go in one ear and out the other. He is generally well-liked and is known for his selfless behavior. He is often seen aiding those around him without personal benefit in mind, which by some mercenaries in the guild is seen as admirable but foolish. He is eager to make friends with whomever he meets, and he doesn’t know a stranger. Despite his bubbly attitude and lack of skills, he is determined to become a mercenary despite the advice of others to find a career path to better suit his personalities and talents (or lack of). He idolizes those who possess superior intelligence and strength, which include heroes of current times and those from history to include his mother, and the leader of the guild, and the renowned hero Kenshin.
History: Trenton has grown up within the Lightning Wolves Guild under the guidance of his mother, Melissa. His father is unknown to him; his mother claims that he was the result of a one-night stand. His mother is the primary tactician of the group, and he wishes to be like her. Throughout his childhood he has trained with many weapons, but he has horribly failed at them all. After almost chopping his own leg off, weapons were banned in his hands. Despite this, he still “trains” himself with a wooden sword.
After trying various jobs around the guild, at age eleven he was put to work as the primary cook and janitor, which seems to be the only job he can’t manage to screw up. While he is good at this job, he is discontented with it.
A year after being assigned as the cook, the leader of the guild’s son, Zane, came to live with the guild. Trenton quickly globed onto him, claiming that they are now best friends, which Zane didn’t seem to have an issue with. Originally, Trenton had managed to convince Zane to teach him the sword skills he knew in secret. Zane quickly realized why Trenton was banned from weapons and declined further training with them; however, Zane did offer to teach him how to dance, which he accepted. Over the past three years he has become adept at dancing (although only he and Zane know this), and he has given up all hope of using weapons and is trying to cook up another way to become a mercenary. After saving his money, he has purchased his first tome, but has no idea how to use magic or how to find a teacher.
NPC fight: Trenton and the bandit stood a mere twenty meters apart. The bandit smirked at him. Trenton couldn’t help thinking how the bandit was wasting his time; nothing on him was of value. He possessed little money, no fine jewelry, and even his tome was of the rudimentary variety. He knew that trying to explain this was only a waste of breath, for none of his allies were around and he needed to act quickly.
His bright green eyes hastily scanned the area for an escape, but there were no routes easily available. He gripped his tome tightly in his left hand. “I’m a master at magic!” he shouted, hoping the bandit didn’t call his bluff.
The bandit strolled forward, swinging his axe like a picnic basket. Trenton’s mind began to panic. The bandit didn’t even take a moment to consider his claim. He wanted to call for Zane, but he knew he had to save his own skin this time.
He stumbled back before steading his stance. He thrusted a hand forward and only the smallest spark of light pierced the night air. As the light quickly became nothing more than a vapor, the bandit laughed heartily. “Nice try, Kid,” he mocked.
Trenton dug his feet further into the ground. With determination rising in his chest and the knuckles of his hand grasping his tome white, he thrusted his hand out again. This time a stream of light shot out, striking the bandit’s shoulder with enough force to sting and catch him by surprise.
Trenton’s jelly legs then took on a life of their own, and he darted into a small patch of woods, not daring to look back.
PC fight: -Context: Sparing match with Zane. Zane has rushed forward, aiming for Zane’s neck but then feinted to a downward strike at Trenton’s tome-
Trenton faced Zane with what he was sure was excitement. He had finally purchased a tome, and he had spent the better part of the previous night pouring over its pages. As Zane spoke, Trenton began to wonder if the flipping in his stomach wasn’t from excitement but fear. As he contemplated his nerves, Zane rushed forward.
Trenton had little time to react to Zane’s aim at his neck. His meager jump backward set him off balance, but this worked to his advantage. Zane’s strike swiped down, aiming for his tome, but Trenton’s lack of footing had already set him in motion.
Zane’s blade came within inches of his tome; he could feel the wind from the blade. Trenton stumbled back and quickly put distance between he and his opponent.
“It’s all willpower,” he thought to himself before thrusting his hand out with all the enthusiasm his body held. The only thing that came out of his hand was his enthusiasm because there was no sign of magic, and he was feeling considerably less enthused.