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Well, its the weekend here at MHS. Wouldn't it be great if all schools started on a Friday for the first day of school. What a way to start off. You get a weekend right after your first day. Well, this is because we are done with the first day of class. How so you ask. As you only went to one class. yes, but I am sure that doing the same thing for each class would get boring. So the one class you experienced is basically how all the classes are going to be.
Teacher posts role. Day gets started, end of class happens, everyone goes to their next class, or home..
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Appearance: Trent has a powerfully built body, especially for an underclassman. His shoulders are broad and frame a thick neck, with a protruding adam’s apple. Dark stubble lines his square chin and traces his jaw. His eyes are a bright blue, with brilliant specks of green and brown dabbled around the edges and the pupils. His nose is short but squat and trails down to his thin upper-lip and pouty bottom.
His light brown hair is wavy and thick, making it completely uncompromising and such a hassle that he usually keeps it cut short. His bottom lip is constantly split causing tiny black scabs to form over its ruby body, and it matches the rest of his face. The faire complexion on his face is usually worn red, bruised blue, or blackened. His ears are slightly large and the left one has a hardened area that looks pink and perhaps swollen.
He got cauliflower once and wasn’t able to drain all the fluid fast enough, so some of it hardened, and cant be removed unless he gets surgery. He has a barreling chest with soft peach fuzz beginning to grow over him, and it trails down to his chiseled abdomen and boney hips. His arms are broad and his forearms muscular, so much so that his veins seem to jump out when he flexes.
His legs are powerful and sturdy just like the rest of his body. His knees are abit odd though, because they both have inches of extra skin that can be stretched and pulled like putty. This is due to the constant wear of his skin on the mat. His right pinky is swollen at the knuckle, where he broke it and never let it heal properly, and there’s also slender gap of hair in his left eyebrow where he split it open once and the hair never grew back.
Trents clothing style is pretty easy going, and he doesnt put much effort into picking through his wardrobe either. He's a blue jean and tennis shoe kinda guy. He's got an large assortment of baseball caps and few nice brown jackets. He wears alot of blue shirts, and polos because they bring out his eyes. Atleast thats what girls tell him. Socks cut off at
the ankle and boxers are the preference, but as a wrestler, he also has a few revealing singlets and jockstrap or two. All in all Trent has the generic appearance of a high school athlete, with a rugged face, and pretty blue eyes to seal the deal.
Personality: Generally Trent is pretty laidback. He’s not sure what classes he should take, where he really fits in, or even what he wants to do on the weekend. But when it comes to sports, he's Gun-ho about wrestling. His interests waiver on movies, music, and food, but nothing could make him flake from his favorite folk style fun. He committed his childhood to fitness and strength, and he’s willing to sacrifice his social life, and overcome the gag-reflex, to be a competitive international wrestler when he grows up. For fun he runs, after that he might lift a weight or two, at night its sit-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups.
He loves to eat, perhaps his second most favorite past time, and during the season breaks, he goes crazy over food. During seasons, he picks like a bird at little pieces and usually starves himself in order to maintain his desired weight. When with friends he takes the role of a back up, supporting whatever the other person wants to do, and helps follow through with it. He’s very caring and holds things of sentimental value to a esteem higher than things with only superficial value. He’s crazy about Martial Arts, but sees most of them as a dying tradition. So much flashiness, he believes, is impractical in real combat.
He is empathetic, and a good listener, but most of the time unable to offer any real sound advice. He’d never betray a friend, and feels that loyalty is one of those admirable traits a person can have. Although usually easy-going, he’s quick to fight, mostly because he loves the physicality and brutal nature of it, not so much that he’s mad at whoever’s on the other end of his fist. He’s comfortable in any crowd in any situation, and will go with the flow, often following others even though he may disagree with what they’re doing.
Special Power:
Super Strength – Whether it developed because of his obsessive focus on training and workouts, or by a freak accident in his genetics, Trent developed an overly powerful body. His muscles seem to give an extra 30% out-put, exceeding what his coaches and medical trainers deem safe natural limits.
Muscle Manipulation – As a child, Trent often suffered from muscle spasms, twitches, cramps, and Charlie horses. He found that unlike others who were unable to relieve themselves of this pain, that within moments he could simply massage away cramped muscles or relieve overworked areas so that they became relaxed and at ease. Often times his teammates joked he had the ‘magic touch.’ He found that he could do the opposite as well though, that by touch, he could contract muscles into tight binds forcing those that were within the area of the palm of his hand to cramp. Although useful, Trent has to maintain touch with the area he is manipulating, otherwise it wears off within moments.
History: Trent was born and raised in the downtown hustle and bustle of Houston, Texas. His life from the get-go revolved around exercise as he walked to get anywhere he wanted to go, the traffic around his apartments was always too thick, too crowded to drive through his father would say. He lived in a three-room apartment, not too shabby, but he shared it with his three brothers and his father who got a room to himself.
Their rooms were always crowded, but it gave plenty of time to bond with his one older, and two younger siblings. Like all boys they fought and banged heads, but they enjoyed it and it came to be one of their favorite past-times. Boxing gloves, shin-pads, headgear, mouth guards. As children these were the type of toys they wanted for Christmas.
Growing up in such an aggressive environment, left a lasting impression on Trent, fighting was no longer a last resort or a violent means to solve problems. It just became normal. He begged and pleaded with his dad to let him take up boxing lessons, but the old man was hesitant. He was an ex-amateur boxer, and didn’t have very fond memories of his career. So, he turned Trent down, and offered him a compromise.
There was a wrestling club some distance down the road, and Trent jumped for the chance to get a few lessons. He joined the practices with a slew of other inner-city kids, all grown and raised in a similar manner to himself. So, with so many tough-guys around there was of course a ridiculous amount of fighting. Trent relished the moments of adrenaline and the pride in his chest after a victory. It felt so good it became all he cared about. He started to train more intensely running the apartment stairs, jump roping, and he went to the gym with his older brother, while he was still pretty young.
He rolled through his Novice season like it was breeze, and thrashed wrestlers from around the Nation, at an Open Tournament he attended up in Oklahoma. Although he didn’t have the best technique, nor was he the fastest, he always seemed to be able to outmuscle his opponent, and more than once he won by injury default. His opponents had an odd habit of developing abdominal cramps when he ‘tightwaisted’ them. He earned the nickname TNT, because of how 'explosive' all his slams were, and how he could lift his opponents with such force.
As he grew, he became continually more and more obsessed with his weight, physique, and wrestling. He had to win, and would punish himself severely when he lost. His weights became heavier and he began to lift and run to the point where he felt it was his will that carried him not his muscles. That same will power he began to feel when he applied himself. It was a strength he felt from within that carried out and physically manifested itself in his muscles.
Although off to a good start in life, he had his shortcomings too, he began to follow his older brother’s bad habits. Drinking and smoking became almost as routine as his trips to the gym. Their father wasn’t dumb though, and more than once Trent took the heat to save his brother’s hides. He felt a strong sense of loyalty, and felt the need to protect what was dear to him, traits he still holds onto today. Unfortunately, too many fights, and too many drinking problems occurred, some on school campus, so when Trent graduated to high school, his father shipped him off to boarding school hoping that it would straighten him out.
“Screw you, rat looking mole faced, pimply egg headed snotspit-” Trent was cutshort as a plastic action figure smashed into his face, flying at a speed fast enough to inflict pain on the young boy. His cheeks flushed with anger and rushed into his brothers room shoving past his eldest brother, who was trying to mediate the two younger boys fight. The laser pistol of the power ranger had scratched his chin and a tiny dribble of blood crept from it.
This was more than enough to incite the rage of the adolescent. He speared the smaller boy into the wooden frame of his bunk bed, and brought up an open left hand slapping him off his pinned position to the floor. “Hey, chill out dude!” Troy, Trent’s older brother hoisted him into the air, wrapping his arms around the muscular young boy with some great difficulty. Being the wiry youth that he was, Trent wriggled free and kicked his kid-brother in the ribs sending him flipping onto his back.
The boy looked up with tears welling in his eyes, but he wouldn’t cry. No one in the Taylor family cried, it was a man thing. He pulled a Tonka truck from the under the bed and leapt up to his feet just as Troy managed to bring the aggressor to the ground. As the two of them struggled, he smashed the metal bucket on its rear against the side of Trent’s head. Its corner bit into his skull, and then he slunk away immediately realizing what he had done.
With a howl of rage, the bleeding boy tore free from his brother’s binds and chased after the child who was rounding the hallway corner and burning rubber for the bathroom. It was the only door in the house with sturdy hinges and a good lock. The others had been broken eons ago. Lance, the frightened younger brother twisted the lock shut and sat with his back against the door as he beat Trent to the restroom, and then waited, bracing it for the worst. Edited by: Duke Fire Tiger at: 12/25/06 7:23 pm
First off, put an empty line between the name, age, grade, and appearance; this makes it easier to read.
Secondly, I think the ability to instantly cause muscle injuries with a touch might be a bit overpowered, but that will be up to an admin; they're in charge of approving powers.
I couldn't really find anything else other than that wrong. So, you can go ahead and roleplay. Just don't use any powers until an admin comes here to approve them for you.
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There is a state that a martial artist can reach, a state where he ceases to be an individual person, but instead becomes a living, breathing representation of his art. This state of perfection is called Shin no Mushin. It is my only goal.
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