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Title: MCKAY, Trenton


Trent McKay - June 6, 2008 11:10 PM (GMT)
YOUR CHARACTER

General


Full name:
Trenton Douglas McKay
Nickname: Trent
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sired/Hereditary (turned or born as your species, only applicable to vampires and weres): N/A
Capabilities: If Vampire, choose two, if Lycan choose two plus two enhanced senses (hearing, smell, sight) Witches, yours have been assigned if you are a cannonN/A
Age:25
Marital status: Single
Hometown: Inverness, Scotland
Current Residence: Salem
Occupation: Hunter
Economic Status (ie, poverty, middle-class, wealthy, etc.):Middle-Class

Appearance

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Hair color:
Jet Black
Fur color (werewolves only): N/A
Hair style/cut:Buzzed really short, or spiky when the mood strikes him to grow it out.
Eye color: light green
Height and weight: 6’3 and weighs 175 pounds
Body type: toned/ athletic
Distinguishing physical features: A scar on his right arm and tattoos on his upper arms.

Personality


Likes:
Fast Cars : Reading the newspaper : Excitement : Walking : Coffee
Dislikes: Werewolf’s : Vampires : Being alone : Oversleeping : Snobby/ Rude People :
Strengths: Trent thrives off his will and promise he made to his brother and sister that he would find the thing responsible for their parents death. Trent likes having his friends what little he has close and his enemies closer. Trent also has a knack for knowing when someone is lying to him. He needs very little to get by. His parents taught him to persevere in the thing you want most. And the thing he wanted most was revenge.
Weaknesses: Trent has been known to fall for a bonnie face, he vows women off but is drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He also
Five words to describe (personality, not physical): Observant, Comical, Strong, Stubborn, Rough.
General impression (ie uptight, quiet, sexual, etc.): For Trent what you see is what you get. He is never one to bite heads off with out cause to. But overall Trent is a laid back type of a guy.

History


Important family members:[Cullen and Mary McKay (Deceased) : Sara McKay (Sister) : Hugh McKay (Brother)
Family members in IFS: N/A ( Unless someone wants to be the Brother or Sister)
Vital notes on history (ie was a soldier, accidentally killed spouse, former opera singer, etc.):Trent wasn’t home when his parents were brutally murdered at their family estate in Scotland. He was away at college when it happened. His brother and sister came home and found the horrific scene. He was called away to take charge of the family. After talking to authorities they believe the murder to have been a freak murder. They assured him the culprits would be caught. But he knew the murder wasn’t caused by human hands. How he knew it wasnt humans, he didn't even know. He knew the local authorities could never solve it. So from that day on he vowed to find what killed his parents. He taught himself all about werewolves, vampires and other things of that nature just to be prepared for what was out there. He study weapons of all types and learned to blend in. He left his brother and sister in the care of other family members and took off to avenge his parent’s death that tore the very happiness from their family. After years of searching and not finding any clues he finally stumbles upon Salem.

Brief (less than 500 words, please) sample RP of your character:
(Use past-tense third-person perspective as per the rules; please do not recycle old RPs.)
[/font]Trenton walked through doors of his apartment. Setting the keys on the coffee table he shrugged off his leather jacket. Tossing into the chair next to the window. Walking through the dark hallway he walked straight to the bathroom. Flipping the light switch on he headed toward the sink. Bracing his hands on the sink he turned the water on. He took his left hand and placed under the running cold water. Leaning closer to the sink he splashed the gash that was on his arm. The stinging burning pain was instant. But he did not flinch or make a noise. He looked at the gash, it was going to leave a scar. After rinsing his blood off his hands and he splashed his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tonight had been a mistake, he never should have trusted a good looking female the always caused him trouble. But this one had information he needed, she had taken a knife and gashed him when he least suspected it and ran. He didn't mind loosing the girl, she didn't know anything. He will find another who had more infomation, walking out the doorway he turned the light off and headed toward his bed. Hoping his demons wouldn't chase him in his sleep as well.

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