Post by lukejordan on Dec 30, 2011 3:50:46 GMT
Trent Ithel Rockwell
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celeb look alike: Wilson Jermaine Heredia
character's full name:[/color][/b] Trent Ithel Rockwell
nicknames:[/color][/b] None
age:[/color][/b] 15 | 30th June 1960
year:[/color][/b] 5th Year
house:[/color][/b] Hufflepuff
code word:[/color][/b] [removed by Admin]
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[/color][/b] Trent is around 5’7”, and weighs approximately 150 pounds. Slightly built, he has surprising muscle tone for his build, and has disproportionately long limbs, though he is slowly beginning to grow into them. His shoulders are narrow, but are slightly broader than his chest, which slopes down to a narrow waist. He has long and wiry arms and legs, with somewhat protruding elbows that he often finds awkward and inconvenient when trying to squeeze past other people or through slim gaps. His eyes are a greyish green that tends to lean more towards a misty grey, though depending on the light and amount of surrounding green they can occasionally seem a mottled forest colour. His skin has a slight gold tint to it; the influence of his Native American mother, which has hardly been helped by all the time he spends out in the sun, leaving him fairly tanned.in-depth appearance:
His hair is short and black, and has a tendency to grow as wild, busy and madly curled as his father’s, so he keeps it short and fringeless, trimming it with magic every few days to keep it under control. He occasionally wears a pair of clear ‘John Lennon’ glasses which his parents bought him just before leaving America, not because he actually needs them, but because they are enchanted to help him read his parent’s languages (his Native American needs some serious work). He can usually be found with a smile on his face, and possesses a pair of dimples that serve to make him look several years younger. Though he finds being mistaken as someone in their early-teens irritating, he is not above using his apparent youthfulness to his advantage; mainly in getting discounts at the local cinema. As young as he is, he is already starting to develop a faint tracery of laughter lines around his eyes, though they are hardly visible save when he is smiling or laughing.
His fingers are long and slender, and he is more or less ambidextrous, though he tends to prefer his right hand. He keeps his fingernails cropped short, and on those rare and special occasions when his American friends save up the money to buy him gifts he is often sent henna paste, and spends the next fortnight to month (until the supply runs out) with a different pattern coiling over his palm, around his thumb and up his wrist every couple of days. His hands never sit still, always swinging by his sides, tapping out a rhythm on his thigh or the cover of a book, or sketching elaborate shapes in the air as he talks, leading some of his friends to joke that at least one of his relatives must be Italian given how much of his talking is done with his hands.
Trent has a coyote tooth earring engraved with a tiny Celtic knot in his left ear that his mother took him out to get on his birthday (without telling his father first), and wears a small emerald ring on his right pinky which his father gave him when he started Hogwarts. His voice is deeper than one would expect from his appearance, a low tenor that occasionally falls down into a high baritone, and he has the slightest lilting touch of a Welsh accent.
He has a strange high-pitched laugh, which has often been compared to a coyotes by the wittiest of his schoolmates (his tendency to howl with uncontrollable laughter whenever truly amused hardly helps the comparison). While in uniform he wears a variety of olive-green scarves and gloves, as he finds Hogwarts black too boring. In casual clothing he tends towards greys, browns and greens reminiscent of his home in Cader Idris, with a smattering of golds and tans to match the Great Plains from which his mother’s people come. He wears a dreamcatcher made of augurey feathers and emeralds around his neck on a woven leather thong. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b] At first glance, on the surface level Trent seems the sort of person who would be overlooked by his peers. Fond of silence and solitude, he often seeks it out to allow himself time both to think and read, contemplating everything and anything that he has come across in as much depth as his knowledge base allows. However, that said, he gets absorbed enough in books while reading that even in the noisy chatter of the Great Hall, he can occasionally be found totally focused on whatever he may be reading to the point that he becomes mindless of his surroundings. Attempting to play all sorts of pranks on him while his head is in a book is a game often played in the Hufflepuff commonroom by his peers, though more often than not Trent’s reflexes are still sharp enough that he is able to ward off pranks even with his head stuck in a book.in-depth personality:
However, beneath this tranquil surface Trent is deeply passionate about his ideals and his opinions, though he will rarely be bothered defending them unless they are challenged or called into question, or he is seriously offended by the views or statements of others. He loves a good debate, and can often be found alongside his friends at the centre of some argument or another. Despite his normal respect for others and their right to self-expression and their own personal beliefs, Trent has a propensity to be contemptuous of the ideas of others if he believes that they are built on flawed or false foundations. Despite a seeming willingness to entertain their notions and arguments, he is normally just gathering enough information and listening to enough of their logic that he can dismiss their argument by identifying and pointing out a basic part of either their philosophy or their reasoning that he disagrees with.
Having been exposed to a wider array of cultures and experiences than many of his fellow students through his parents and their frequent travelling, Trent is fairly worldly, at least by the standards of the average British student or even adult wizard or witch. He enjoys passing on knowledge to others, and has a natural gift for teaching and sharing information with others, endlessly patient and tolerant with younger students and tirelessly kind to and gentle with the egos of his fellows. That said, he will not hesitate to push them or call them out on their lack of effort or excuses, and he can be exceedingly rude and blunt if he feels that will help them to excel. Better to be truly helpful than to be liked, as he often says. He is also highly allergic to giving straight answers or teaching accepted truths, largely due to his time in Japan as a child when his parents were studying with the Buddhist mages there. Instead, he takes inspiration from Socrates and prefers to ask questions leading to fulfilling or enlightening trains of thought.
On rare occasions Trent can be quite grumpy and easily angered. Most often this happens in the morning when he’s low on sleep, or when he is attempting to concentrate and finds himself interrupted. During these rare times, he unleashes the acidic and biting wit that he normally disdains to use except in playful banter with his closer friends. If he is ever seen looking tired or irritated, the whole of Hufflepuff house has learnt through bitter experience to get him either some form of caffeine or a warm and soothing drink depending on the cause of his aggravation, and to do so as soon as possible. Aside from these rare occasions, Trent’s temper otherwise resembles the slumbering bear of his father’s Animagus form; hard to provoke and hard to rouse, but a formidable and quite scary force should someone push him far enough past his limits that he turns to violence either with wand or fists.
He is deeply distrustful of books and writings, as his mother used to say that ‘knowledge’ was wisdom that had been killed and written down before being left to rot. That said, over the years he has matured to the point where he is now willing to seek guidance from books and teachers if his methods fail, something that even a few years ago he would have stubbornly refused to do. All of this stems from the distrust of authority that he has inherited not only from the Buddhist teachings he has studied but also from both of his parents, who have spent enough time in other countries with other beliefs systems that they no longer see Britain and its people as the be-all and end-all of knowledge and learning, despite Hogwarts’ claims to the contrary. This life experience has also left him independent and self-reliant, as well as breeding a strong streak of self-questioning, though it sometimes leads to self-doubt and can lead to him becoming paralysed by indecision or caught in the trap of overthinking and second-guessing himself.
He has a bizarre sense of humor, which his classmates found offputting in their early years, but they have, in the most part, come to accept it as a strange personal foible in the years since. Trent is deeply loyal, and would do anything for those he counts as his friends, and those he counts as best friends or as family he would willingly die for. He finds it difficult to watch others in pain and do nothing, and will offer a sympathetic ear or a shoulder to cry on to those who are in need of either, as well as giving what advice he can as gently or bluntly as is required. That said, when dealing with those who need to be snapped back to their senses his brand of sympathetic advice, though not entirely insensitive or lacking in mercy, has a tendency to be just as blunt as his teaching style; Trent does not see how shading or obscuring the truth will help anyone. He has occasionally offended people with this particular brand of rough love, but normally his good intentions and his compassion mean that his advice is fairly sound and in hindsight, people are often willing to forgive him. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b] Fiction of all sorts and stripes. His favourite genre is fantasy, and Ursula LeGuinn’s A Wizard of Earthsea is (in his opinion) without a doubt the greatest work of fiction ever written.likes:
His trunk, and the books within. Trent saved up birthday money for years to afford a multi-compartment trunk so that he would have space for the small library he’s managed to collect.
Telling stories around the fire in the Hufflepuff commonroom of a night-time. Sometimes it’s just his friends listening, sometimes the First Years who are finding it hard to get to sleep, and sometimes the entire house itself. He’s even told stories to members of the other houses on occasion, most notably every year on Halloween since his second year.
The noble house of Hufflepuff. The common room, the Head of House, his Housemates and the values that the Badgers are meant to represent. He loves everything about it, and Trent could not be more proud being a brave Gryffindor or cunning Slytherin than he is as a hard-working, loyal Hufflepuff.
Charms. It is Trent’s best class at Hogwarts, and his favourite aspect of the subject would have to be the weaving of Illusions and Glamours. He’s even begun to practice mixing them in with his stories, but only in the privacy of the Fifth-Year Dorm with no one there to judge him.
His friends. As a Hufflepuff, is there really anything else that needs saying.
Wales and New York. Home is where the heart is, or so people say, and some part of Trent’s heart will always in the places he’s been; Japan, Mongolia, the Great Plains. But none of these places are so dear to his heart as a little village near Cader Idris and a tent city built over an empty lot on the corner of 11th Street and Avenue B.
The Hogwarts Library. Full of such an incredible wealth of both knowledge and entertainment that Trent knows that even to this day he has no idea just how many books are held within. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
[/color][/b] Prejudice of any sort. As both a Mudblood and a child of mixed-race parents, Trent is more familiar than he would like with the details of how cruel and hateful people can be. Needless to say, he does not at all approve.dislikes:
British summers. Or rather, the pitiful excuses for summers that his fellow Brits like to claim are the real thing. Trent’s been to America; he’s seen real summers and he is not fooled.
Defence Against the Dark Arts. Don’t get him wrong; Trent isn’t all bad at it, and he has no objection to defending himself, but it all just seems so unnecessarily crude. Trent would much rather outthink, outwit and outsmart and generally outclass his opponents by enough that direct confrontation never becomes necessary.
Anyone who so much as thinks about touching his friends. Any of them. Particularly his best friend Lachlan Parker. So much as consider touching a single hair on their heads and Trent will happily disregard laws and morals to pay you back one thousandfold.
Dogs. Never been able to stand them. Something about their blind unthinking obedience reminds Trent of the worst stereotypes out there about Hufflepuffs.
Oily food. His dodgy gall bladder kicks up an agonising storm the next day if he overdoes things in regard to fat content. It’s half the reason that he liked Japan so much. [/blockquote][/blockquote]
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boggart:[/color][/b] The one thing in the world that Trent fears most is the loss of his family; his parents and his friends back in America.
patronus:[/color][/b] Patronus takes the form of a large Hufflepuff badger, though at times and in certain lights it has been known to more resemble a large brown bear.
mirror of erised:[/color][/b] Trent's greatest desire is to see his friends and family survive the coming war alive and well. Of course, figuring out what he wants to do with his future would be nice too.
wand:[/color][/b] Rowan heartwood, flexible, augurey feathers, 9 inches.
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[/color][/b] Halfblood (as most Purebloods would not consider the shamanic culture of Native America as worthy of blood status). [/blockquote][/blockquote]blood status:
[/color][/b]parents:
Bran Rhydderch: Born in 1929 in Camarthenshire, it was no great surprise for a young Bran Rhydderch to discover he was a wizard; having grown up in the birthplace of Merlin as he had (or so the Muggles claimed). He went through Hogwarts as a Hufflepuff with brilliant marks in Transfiguration and History of Magic, and became a scholar and magical anthropologist/sociologist upon graduation. In 1954 he met Maiara Ujarak while studying the Native American shamans of the Great Plains, and they married in early 1958. Even after Trent's birth in 1960, Bran continued studying and travelling and in 1975 is currently investigating Hoodoo practitioners in Louisiana with Maiara.
Maiara Ujarak: All her life, Maiara Ujarak was groomed by her mother, grandmother and various aunts to become the next shaman of her tribe. From her birth in 1928 all the way until she met Bran Rhydderch in 1954, the only thing she and her family desired was that she follow in the footsteps of her revered ancestors. Love has a funny way of changing plans, however, and after her wedding in 1958 changes had to be made and her younger sister became the tribe’s shaman-in-waiting as Maiara set off with Bran around the world. Some 17 years later, Maiara has become an accomplished scholar in her own right, and she and Bran now work together publishing highly-regarded papers on indigenous magical practices and wizarding sociology.
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[/color][/b] None by blood, though he considers his friends Lachlan Parker and Tye Hearne to be practically members of his family. [/blockquote][/blockquote]siblings:
[/color][/b] Hogwarts | Cader Idris [/blockquote][/blockquote]current residence:
[/color][/b] Trent’s parents met while his Welsh father was travelling the world. Having just studied with the Zen Buddhist mages of Japan, his father moved on to the Native American people of the Great Plains. After a whirlwind romance, they were married by her tribal elder in the eyes of her people, and again in a small Celtic wizarding ceremony after they got back to Wales.in depth history:
In 1960, he was born in a small village near the foothills of Cader Idris, and spent his first five years there, growing up with an appreciation of the beauty and power of nature. His parents then took him on a four year trip to New York, where his father began to research the ‘Artistic-Magic’ being practiced by the Bohemians there. Though he had no siblings, he found an older brother in his next-door neighbour, Tye Hearne. Tye’s interest in Transfiguration rubbed off on Trent, as did his belief that magic should be used for what magic does best. A talented artist, Tye’s obsession with creating sculptures with Transfiguration eventually led Trent to focus on Charms at Hogwarts, using them to illustrate his stories with illusions.
He had been back in Britain only 10 months when he received his Hogwarts letter, though he already knew a little about the Wizarding World (the Bohemians played notoriously fast and loose with the American Statute of Secrecy). Exited by the possibilities, he rushed out and bought as many books from Diagon Alley as possible. Unbeknownst to most of his classmates, these were largely wizarding fiction (Tales of Beedle the Bard, etc), hidden within the covers of more academic looking books.
Eventually, the support of his Hufflepuff housemates allowed him to embrace his love of stories and storytelling, and the sight of him telling stories around the fire became increasingly common. He begged several illusion spells out of his Charm’s professor (and his parents), and began making his stories increasingly more elaborate. Nowadays, he is even approached by members of the other houses (albeit occasionally) for stories, and in such he always tries to help them see that there isn’t anyone in Hogwarts who couldn’t benefit from some Hufflepuff loyalty and compassion.
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Hey, I'm Luke, and I've been roleplaying for 7 years.[/b]
roleplay sample: [/color][/b]
Trent sat by the fire in the Hufflepuff commonroom, sunk into a comfortable armchair with a pile of books lying on the floor in front of him. Staring into the fire, he watched the dancing flames with delight as the warmth in the room slowly began to defrost his toes.
The flames flickered and leaped, and he fell into meditation almost unconsciously, his breathing falling into a regular, even pattern as his eyes unfocused. Shapes danced before him, wisps of flame suggesting the movement of elaborately costumed figures.
It took him a fair while to figure out that the figures were playing out what seemed like Hamlet, but as the ghost rose from the charred logs below with a snap and crackle, the figures suddenly blurred, morphing into nine men kneeling in a circle with what looked like....spit-roasting cats behind them.
Trent blinked, the bizzarity of that image jolting him out of the trance-like state. But the creature the ghost had become refused to leave his mind - a figure taller than a man, with the head of a large savage tiger. And the hands, shaped like those of a man, but attached backwards, reaching out for a figure rising from a cauldron.
After thinking about it, he realized that wouldn't make a half bad horror story for the Hufflepuff after-feast Halloween party. Books forgotten, he flicked his wand, and set a small tiger-headed figure striding on the floor as he grasped for words and phrases, fitting the jigsaw-like pieces of the story together in his mind.
