Tristan Brenton {{Finished}}

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{{Tristan Brenton}}

quick facts;

Full Name: Tristan Michael Brenton
Nicknames: Tris
Portrayed By (PB): (Celebrity representing your character in avatars, signatures and other pictures. Remember, max. width for pictures is 500px) Tim Rozon
Age: 16
Birthday: October 15th
Wealth Status: Very rich
Neighborhood: Heaven Gates
Job/School: School--Junior
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Clique: D. Rulers


inner details;

Appearance:

Tristan stands 5'11'' with jet black hair and peircing blue eyes to top it off. He's generally got an 'itense' look on his face, though that usually only means he's in deep thought. He's usually wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, topped off with a hoodie. If he's outside, you'll often find him wearing a leather jacket and sun glasses. This guy is all about glamour and grunge. His hair is often perfectly gelled into a mohawk. He has a tattoo of a moon and a star on his right ring finger, and a scar on his forehead from a childhood adventure that lead to running into a wall.



Personality:
Tristan is hardly a loud guy. Infact, he's one of the quietest people you'll meet. He's warm and out going; Very down to earth. He's been refered to by friends as the guy at the back of the party whom you go to after fighting with your boyfriend, and though he knows he could treat you so much better and cares about you more, he's willing to help you fix what's going on in your curren relationship because he cares that much. You'll rarely find this guy getting mad unless you hurt someone he cares about. He's one to keep quiet and to himself, often walking away from a fight, angry, but never yelling. He's not afraid to show his emotions, and knows when someone he cares about has been hurt. He often acts like an immature kid around friends, making comments that other people would say are weird, but are usually just inside jokes. When Tristan's not on a music project, he's usually attatched to his guitar or writing music, which are often tied to his current emotions.

Likes:

*Alcohol
*Ice cream
*Girls
*Music
*His Guitar
*All the nightclubs
*Exstacy
*Draw
*Writing lyrics


Dislikes:

*Sluts
*Lying Ex-Girlfriends
*Fighting
*His parents
*School
*Fur & Meat


the background;

History:

Tim grew up in Monaco. From the time he could walk, he knew how to hold a guitar. By the time he was six, he knew how to play popular classics such as Stairway To Heaven. He had a breif run-in with the T. United when he was 13, but soon regretted it when he decided he wasn't accustomed to be part of their group, and was beaten enough to be put in the hospital for a week.
He's the average teen. He rebels against what his parents say, barely does any of his homework, and doesn't really care if he makes it to school every day or not. This has been the same thorughout all of his schooling. Even when he was just child, all he cared about was music class.


Parents: Darell & Michelle Brenton
Siblings: Brianna Brenton (Younger sister)

Other: nada

--The content bellow is for 1st character only and must be removed after you've been accepted.--
The Roleplayer:

We call you: Mell
Are you in any other sites? Yes. (to name a few)---Madison Academy, Lie To Survive, Wasega Beach, East High School, Island High
Activity (1-10): 8
Graphic Abilities: VERY VERY Good
RP Sample:

Trinity simply stepped back,surprised at the sudden impact. She sighed as her World History book fell to the ground, knocking out all of it's contents; most of which were 'book-marks.' She sighed heavily as she began to pick up the little scraps of paper. Rather than bying the stick-in bookmarks that she could stick out the sides, she opted for small slips of paper that could easily fall out, and right now they seemed to be blowing across the floor like papers scattering out of an overly-stuffed locker. She picked up as many as she could, thankful that she'd written the page numbers on the them and then threw them into her purse. She picked up her book, forgetting that her bag was still open and stood, smoothing her skirt down.

As if her day couldn't get any worse, it just had to, and right on cue. The current guy she'd had her eye on-- his name she still didn't know-- was passing by as her bag bottomed out from far too much stuff in it, causing everything to splash across the floor ranging from make-up to pencils, from personal notes from friends to her bookmarks. From midol for cramps, to her last bit of ecstacy she owned. She scrambled quickly to pick everything up and shove it into her shoulder bag, dumping the little that was left in her purse, into her bag as well.

Life couldn't seem to get any worse, but at the moment it just seemed to need to. Her current grade report drifted away from her, straight into the bumpee's eye level. She sighed, biting the inside of her lip to keep from letting tears fill her eyes as she saw the girl grab it.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I...I should pay better attention." She reached out to grab the paper, hoping the girl hadn't read her marks too closely. Otherwise she might be inclined to say something, and that's the last thing needed at the moment on top of having the whole group of people just having seen everything in her bag...

[MISSUS IZZY.]

Could you please lenghten appearence and history?

This application is pending.

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