Trent Matthew Carmody

[trent]

Character Name: Trent Matthew Carmody
Nickname(s): Trent, Mattie (by parents)
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen
Grade: Junior
Former School: Transfer
Sexuality: Straight
Clique: Classic
Weight: 183 lbs
Height: 6'1 ft
Appearence:

In general, Trent is a well-kempt person. It is a certain tick of his to always look, what he usually considers, his best. He is clean-shaven, well-dressed, and smells like an expensive brand of cologne. His typical style of dress brings him to wear polo shirts, button shirts, jackets and hoodies – anything that allows him to breathe but simultaneously showcases his chest. Trent likes faded jeans and sneakers, though he would wear slacks and dress shoes on special occasions or simply to impress. Hats are another preference of his, and something he is rarely without. The teenager loves to push a fedora over his head, slant it at a debonair angle, and deliver a killer smile in the same go (he believes chicks dig hats).

Trent is not a small guy, either in height or build. Like the rest of the Carmody men, he stands a little over six feet and possesses the same lean look that his mother lusted after his father for. His complexion is even and dark, tanned from nearly two decades spent in the Australian heat. At the age of fourteen, Trent worked around the garage with his dad, lifting heavy machinery and fixing cars. As expected, he bulked up from this rigorous exercise – his arms and chest developed muscle, filling him into a broad-shouldered gent rather than the gawky nerd he had been. He has worked to keep physically in shape, too, often through running or lifting weights (though he eats damn near anything).

Now, Trent has the opportunity to be very versatile feature-wise. He’s got those looks that girls either fawn over, or roll their eyes at – there is usually never anything in-between. The teenager himself fully considers that he is a great piece of work with a nice ass. He could be related as either the pretty boy, or the tough bad guy who just rolled into town – it all depends on his mood, his wardrobe of the day, and the kind of attitude he gives out. Trent has been known to play both aspects of appearance fairly often, depending on the person he’s around. His lips can stretch into a dominating smile, though it can look fake and disingenuous especially if his flashy teeth catch the light.

Striking blue eyes, pink lips, big nose, square jaw – he’s got the potential to be a heartthrob if he so chooses. As mentioned before, Trent likes to keep himself clean-shaven (rarely will he be caught with five o’clock shadow, though it isn’t unheard of). His hair is about the only aspect he lets do whatever. It is a shaggy mop of chestnut hair, long and brushed forward to fall in front of his gaze. Trent, when lazy, simply puts a cap over it to cover the fact that it hasn’t been brushed or styled. If anyone points out the unruly mess, he would merely shrug it off and claim it as his personal style (which, in all fairness, it is). Though he obviously considers himself a good-looking guy, whether other people agree with him or not cannot be determined by him. He’s pretty, and sexy, and would probably flex to prove his manliness – but, some girls might just like their men a little more rugged.

Personality:

Deep down, once you get past the rough exterior and on his good side, Trent can be a pretty swell guy and fun friend. His humor is grand, though sometimes he can pick on stuff that other people probably don’t think is that funny. He is loyal so long as people don’t start expecting stuff out of him – especially if they want him to change. Also, pity parties are a big no-no for Trent. He loathes people who either want to complain of their situations, or “sympathize” with his. In his mind, no one can really understand what he is going through and he’d rather not be offended by something attempting to step into his shoes.

Otherwise, Trent is blunt and honest. He says what is on his mind and usually provides unnecessary commentary of how he feels on a situation. Sometimes, he does this to purposely annoy another if he knows how to push their buttons – though, it is all in good sport. Trent doesn’t actually mean any harm by what he says. In fact, the guy is rather careless in that fashion. He sometimes says what people expect to hear, or want to hear; he gives them what they want and meanwhile, whatever he is spewing forth probably means absolutely nothing to him personally. This is especially true for relationships. Trent is known to spin tales that he understands will endear the girl to him. It isn’t that he lies (though if that needs to be done, he will since his honesty only pertains to his thoughts of a situation), he simply embellishes and exaggerates until they consider him the greatest thing to walk the earth.

Trent is a cocky, confident sort, mostly because he thinks it will attract people to him and he can enjoy himself when centered with such attention. Trent is as outspoken as he is observant. Its in his nature to shut his mouth and pay attention, which he can do fairly well. Things rarely escape his notice, unless his interest in the matter is unnecessary. He gives equal amount of time digesting a situation and (as mentioned before) providing commentary. Subtleties are his strong point – Trent’s overactive imagination can formulate many ideas around a certain subject until he merely ends up assuming which one is most likely. He spends an extraordinary amount of time dissecting others, and their behavior. It’s all he’s done his entire life anyway. Trent knows within the first few minutes of meeting a person whether or not he can even tolerate them. His behavior towards this unfortunate depends upon the judgment he makes. He is not one to form relationships of any kind – in an old-fashioned way; Trent believes if love ever happens for him, it will hit him when he first meets the girl. He seriously doubts he will ever meet a girl worthwhile to chase, and therefore just uses whatever a lady offers him until the passion between them has died. Though, truth be told, after witnessing what his father had with his mother, Trent’s a little afraid of true commitment. He won’t do anything to his lover if he’s dead, and doesn’t see the sense in causing unnecessary heartache (even though he seems oblivious to the hearts he’s already breaking).

He is also a very argumentative and confrontational person. Trent gets very defensive of himself; he does not like to delve into his personal issues, whether he knows you or not. He can get downright surly to those who are relentless, continually pushing for him to open up. Trent isn’t the nicest person out there – he is like a hermit, sheltering himself from the world and refusing to let anyone in to convince him he can be anything different. His language can get colorful, especially when his temper flares (which is actually quite easy to rile). Whenever he flies off the handle, it can be a destructive thing to either the person or environment he’s around at the time. Now, Trent would never hit a woman, but he’s got no issues with decking a man who thinks to try his patience, even if the guy can bloody him to a pulp. He will welcome the chance to be flattened, really, as it would take his mind off things. But Trent often throws or breaks things as well when he’s tantruming, and therefore casualties can be had.

History:

Hayden and Sydney had a strong bond that a lot of people would be envious over – they had fallen, hard and fast, for each other within the first few minutes. It was the classic ‘love at first sight’ tale; they rushed marriage and neither family thought it would last very long, let alone the thirty-some years they were blissfully together. By the time Trent came into the picture, they were older and a well-established in Australia. Hayden had made himself a successful mechanics business named for his family, which he hoped to pass onto his eldest son, Grady, when the time came. They were wealthy and comfortable. They were a close-nit bunch, even the children despite the age gaps. Trent was closest to his sister Amelia, though he and Grady often wrestled and joked around too. Trent looked up to his brother, even. He wanted to be just like Grady and his father, who both spent long hours working together in the garage and came home dirty.

Good things never last, or at least that is what Trent believes now. He was sixteen when his mother got diagnosed with Leukemia; her sickly pallor and weakening health had alarmed everyone, and they finally got their answer. Sydney was a strong lady, though. Hayden was devastated by the news, even more so when she refused treatment that could very well save her or at the least delay the inevitable. Her belief was she had already enjoyed a long, good life and there was no reason to suffer through the last of it. Trent wasn’t sure how to cope. In private, he seemed angry and would often break things to vent his frustration. Around her, he tried to keep a smile to his features and ignore the wasted look that crept into her features. He loved her, as did his siblings. The family was at a loss, but Sydney refused to let them change anything. They did their best to keep things how they were.

Sydney passed away before Trent’s seventeenth birthday – she missed it by a week, actually. They didn’t celebrate his birthday; instead, the family spent time arranging the funeral and paying proper respect. At first, everyone was numbed. Trent stared at his mother’s casket for an hour, disbelieving that such a vivacious lady could have been taken away so quickly. Hayden bore the worst of it. His grief was rather public, and privately, he wasn’t much different. He turned to the bottle for solace, and all he seemed to do was talk about little things that reminded him of her. (It became common for the man to cry himself asleep every night.) Eventually, his father didn’t even want to remain in Sydney, Australia anymore – the name, the country; everything brought fresh memories to him.

Grady and Amelia chose to stay. Grady took on the family business for Hayden, and Amelia had her own life with a man she was engaged to. Trent was too young to make his own decision, and frankly, he didn’t want to remain where his mother’s memory was around every corner either. He also didn’t want to leave his father. The two packed up and headed off to the states, where other distant relations had already settled. With the help of his cousin, Hayden secured a two-bedroom home for he and his son. Within months, he began a new line of Carmody Mechanics, thinking he could lose himself in work. And he did – Hayden spent long hours slaving away for quality work, to keep himself from returning to boozing. Trent joined him often for the same reasons; he would come home, covered in oil and grease, happy that he had exhausted himself.

Doctors worried that Trent and his siblings might have what Sydney did. He was encouraged to go in for testing, and so he did. Trent went in for frequent tests (and continues to do so) to hear a verdict. Amelia and Grady called with the news that neither of them had any cause for alarm, it seemed. This relieved Hayden; the man wasn’t ready to handle the distress of losing his children, too. Trent didn’t have much luck, however. His results came back ambiguous; doctors weren’t positive, but things weren’t positive, either. The teenager couldn’t get anyone to give him a yes or no answer – he didn’t know if he suffered from cancer himself, or not. Judging by the reactions of those around him, Trent assumed his odds weren’t good at all. He made the decision early, though. He wasn’t as strong as his mother, and he planned to combat the disease if things got so drastic. To think of his father and how he would feel, having to lose his wife and then his son was what encouraged Trent the most. Already his dad was different, and he didn’t think he’d last through another depression. Not to mention the kid was rather scared of dying, too.

Trent keeps his history and straight facts a secret from people. His family are the ones who know what’s going on with him – they know where he disappears to every month, and why. He’s doing his best not to focus on the negative. After the loss of his mother, he became numb to the entire situation and vowed he wouldn’t just let himself waste away. The idea of dying scares Trent; he wants to live a long, healthy life with people he loves. For now, while his future is uncertain, Trent appears to be pushing people away so they don’t get too close. He has friends, and he has lovers, but things haven’t been going any deeper than that. And, as long as he knows things are bleak for him, Trent doesn’t plan to ever get too close.

Sample Rp:

Trent shut his laptop, one arm swinging up to rest beneath his head as he looked up at the ceiling. The compact computer rested heavily on his bare chest, balanced as it had been for the past half hour. In all reality, Trent didn’t use it much. If he ever went online, it was either to surf youtube or chat with other Sydney residents whenever boredom became an issue. That was what he’d been doing this past half hour until that girl had rankled him. Trent brooded at the ceiling, eyebrows set low over his blue gaze. Him, a pansy ass nerd-virgin? Who was she trying to play? The guy knew it was all some ploy to get his attention, but hell, it worked. He was offended, even. And then she claimed they were going to have drinks together – as if he had no say in the matter…

Well, Trent did. He could just as easily stay inside and mope around like he had been all evening. Or, he could go out to the bar like his original plan had been. If he ran into her, who knows? Normally he didn’t like whiney little prissy chicks who had the best fun in tormenting a guy. This situation was no different, really, yet he still found himself intrigued. Trent muttered and slid the laptop off his chest. The guy rolled over some and sat up, his muscles aching from the amount of time he had spent in that position. “I need a drink,” he said to himself, Australian accent thick as his hands swept through the tough brown curls at his scalp.

He took a little more care than usual while dressing. Trent stood in front of his closet, frowning at his typical t-shirts. He sniffed one and rubbed the back of his neck; he’d have to do laundry soon… The man rifled past a few more shirts, eventually deciding on a white button-down, gray vest, and some clean pants. Trent lifted his chin as regarded himself in the mirror, slipping the last few buttons into their hole before tugging the material down snugly over his chest. He thought he looked great, especially for going to some bar. However, he was a strong believer in not knowing where the night could take him. There was no harm in having standards for himself…

Trent perched on his bed once again, sliding on some socks and shoes and then getting to his feet to tighten the belt around his waist. “Aye, ya look good,” he smirked towards his reflection, a little cockiness brightening his eyes. He patted the curls on his head and then grabbed his hat, pushing it onto his head at a debonair angle. “Where’s me wallet?” He turned, snatching it off the dresser and pocketed while leaving his apartment altogether. He had taken enough time to doll himself up, really. It was time to get some good old alcohol into his system and maybe it would help to loosen him up. Lately, after each doctor visit, he seemed to be slipping more and more into a shell of nothing. Trent didn’t want to go out like that; he wanted to enjoy what he could while it lasted.

It was a short walk down to the harbor. He entered the bar, pushing roughly past another bloke trying to slide out when he was going in. Trent ignored the foul curse the guy slung at his back and wandered through the crowd. His eyes picked over the patrons inside, none of them really sticking out to him. Though, why he was looking for someone he’d met over the internet seemed pretty ridiculous to him. She had been pulling his leg, he knew. Being a tease like the rest of the bitch population. Still, Trent couldn’t quite get the feeling that he dressed to impress for nothing very important but a bloody Fosters’. He sidled to the counter and settled upon a free stool, knocking his knuckles against the counter to gain the bartender’s attention.

Blue eyes connected with the chubby man’s and Trent’s brow rose some. “Give me a Fosters’, aye?” Seconds later, a bottle was slung his way and he caught it effortlessly, already taking a few large swallows from the contents. Yeah, that was a beer. Though Trent hadn’t exactly traveled to any place outside of Australia, he just knew that the beer here had to beat the shit out of the other continents’ wimpy copycats. There here was a man’s beer. Trent smirked to himself, glancing down at the glossed surface of the bar. He leaned back, rolling the ends of his long-sleeved shirt to his elbows and prepared for a long, lonely night of booze and music. The song playing now wasn’t that great, but it blocked out most of the chatter around him and helped him to forget he was alone just then.

Celeb:

Zac Efron

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Out Of Character:

Hm, hi. My name's Robyn, and I'm twenty years old. I've been RPing for nine years -- almost ten now, actually. You can contact me on AIM, if need be: harlandliddell. I'm also reached on MSN: [e-mail], though I'm ALWAYS invisible. Also, a PM is a good way to catch me, too. Great site, by the way!

[( shannon )]

wow great history. i like that it's all kept a secret because that
gives a lot of plot twists if he were to tell anyone or it comes out.
so obviously, accepted (: this was great. welcome to central!

edit: oh, and thanks for the compliment! <3