Malloy, Trent Christopher

[trent christopher malloy]

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way

TRENT CHRISTOPHER MALLOY

"Boys, you can break. You'll find out how much they can take. Boys will be strong and boys soldier on, but boys would be gone without warmth from a woman's good, good heart." [/center][/i]

It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore

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Name: Katie
Age: 24
Rping experience: about 5 months
Rping level: moderate to high
How did you find us: Ann

Where's your gavel, your jury, what's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life

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Full Name: Trent Christopher Malloy
Nickname(s): Trent
Age: 15
Birthday: November 2, 1996
Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Time spent at Horizon: new
Canon or Original: Original

Group: Student
Grade: Sophomore
Horizon Group: only for students [Cliffhangers, Ridgerunners, Pathwinders, Trackers]
Why are you here: depression over mother’s death, drug use

Don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same

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Hair color: brown
Eye color: brown
Height:6’3”
Weight: 170
Build: small to medium
Tattoos and/or piercings: none
Style: comfy- jeans and a t-shirt
Play By: John Mayer

The friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good

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Likes [5+]: guitar, music, alcohol, weed, writing songs
Dislikes [5+]: counselors, the foster system, cars, fighting, not having his mom
Fears [1+]:getting close to people and the loosing them
Strengths [3+]: playing guitar, writing music, school when sober
Weaknesses [3+]: athletics, Math, sharing feelings/emotions
Secrets [1+]: He has no clue who his father is.
Overall personality [at least 2 paragraphs; each 6+ sent.]:
Trent is quiet and reserved. He prefers to keep his problems to himself. He is depressed about the loss of his mother. He used to make friends easily with people his age, but has a harder time letting himself get close to others now. He fears he will and then he will lose them. Due to previous bad experiences of counselors pushing him, he does not easily trust counselors or psychologists.

He loves music both listening to and playing. He is a very gifted guitar player. Trent enjoys writing his own music. He is not very athletic. When he is determined to do something, nothing can stop him from reaching his goal. He is not very argumentative and likes to avoid fighting with others.

You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir

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Birthplace: Seattle, Washington
Hometown: Bellingham, Washigton
Heritage: his mom was 50% Italian, with some English, and German.
Mother: Karen Malloy (deceased about 6 months
Father: unknown
Sibling(s): none
Other important family members: Foster parents Kelly and Ryan Grant
Pet(s): none

History [at least 2 paragraphs; 5+ sentences each]:

When she was 20, Karen Malloy partied a lot and slept with many men. She found out she was pregnant but did not know who the father was. Therefore, Trent was born to a young single mother and did not have a father figure in his life. Karen decided she was going to straighten her life out to give her son the best life she possibly could.

While they did not have much, she worked hard as a waitress to provide for them. They loved each other very much and spent as much time as they could together. She often took him to work with her when he was young, as she could not afford a babysitter. He became very close to the staff and regular customers there. They became like his extended family.

As he started Elementary school, he was a very happy child. He did well in school, getting mostly B’s. He made friends easily as was well liked by teachers and his peers. He fell in love with music in his elementary school music class. He begged his mother to let him take guitar lessons and she pulled extra shifts so that she could pay for them.

By the time he reached middle school he was a gifted guitar player and had received a full music scholarship to go to a middle school for the arts. He excelled there and had hope of making it into Julliard one day. He played at local coffee shops and other small venues to help his mother pay their bills, as well as, gain experience performing. He loved it. His mother went to every performance she could, she loved hearing him play, and he enjoyed playing for her. He composed a song for her and he loved seeing her happiness when he played it.

When he was in the middle of the 9th grade, his life fell apart. His mom had been working a double shift to cover for one of her co-workers. As she was driving home, she fell asleep at the wheel and swerved off the road hitting a tree. Police officers came late in the evening and told Trent his mother had died instantly from a brain hemorrhage. Trent had to go with the officers to the morgue to identify her body. After her death, he was prescribed Ambien to help him sleep, as he was having nightmares. He loved how they made him feel and he quickly became hooked.

Trent was placed into foster care by the state after it was determined he had no other living relatives to take him in. A nice couple, Kelly and Ryan Grant, took him in. They have been trying to form a relationship with him, or do anything they could to get him to open up some. Since his mother’s death, he has had a harder time letting himself get close to others, especially adults. He fears if he lets himself get close to people he will just end up losing them. He began smoking weed and drinking alcohol to help him numb his pain. He still takes Ambien when he can get it off the streets, as his doctor would not refill it, having realized his addiction. They tried to help Trent through his loss the best they could, they even made sure he got counseling. He did not like the counselors though, feeling like they were pushing him to open up too soon, and refused to participate in sessions.

They drove him an hour each day to and from school, so he could stay in his same high school for the remainder of the school year. Trent’s grades dropped from honor roll to failing and he did not pay attention in class. He no longer hung out with his friends that he’d had for years, instead preferring to spend his time isolated and alone. He stopped going to guitar lessons. This caused him to lose his music scholarship he would have gotten for high school his Sophomore year. This was fine with him, as he preferred to walk to the local high school. He has difficulty riding in cars, and often will have panic attacks, fearing they will have an accident.

At a loss for how to help him get back on track, Kelly and Ryan found out about Horizon through the social worker assigned to Trent’s case. They all hope Horizon can find a way to help him.

I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

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Rp sample [may be from other site; must meet posting requirements]:
“You don’t understand… nobody ever understands,” she replied dejectedly. I’ve heard everything they have to say before…it’s not worth hearing it again. I can’t make them happy…I can’t fix it! she shrieked. She paced back and forth, her eyes glued to the floor as her body shook. She started to think about all the things they had said to her; she stopped and stared off as she relived that night in her mind. She started to feel like she could not breathe. She ran over and crouched down in a comer of the room, and leaned heavily on the wall. She hunched down and pulled her legs to her chest. Her head rested on her knees, and she tried to get her arms around her legs as best she could, as they were still zip tied. She wished she were invisible; she just wanted to be left alone.

After what felt like a long time to her, she got herself together. She shoved those memories to the back of her mind and forced herself not to think about them. She hated herself for breaking down her first day here. She got up and went to stand near the table by her bag, and raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. No sex on a high school campus, she didn’t believe they could actually enforce that. A safe place, yeah right, she thought. “Whatever,” she replied condescendingly. She’d heard that lie before, she wasn’t going to be fooled again. She knew she could protect herself physically, years of Taekwondo, and her more recent street fighting meant she kept her body in good shape. Emotionally, she was not as good at protecting herself. Her parents had said their homes would be safe places when they divorced. She sure as hell didn’t feel safe!

Her jaw tightened. S**t! She had thought with him being a guy and all, that he would be to embarrassed to look at her tampons. “Wow! I’m surprised you actually passed your training!” she mocked. He confused her, and it made her nervous. He was finding her stuff, but he wasn’t yelling at her. Adults always seemed to yell at her for one thing or another. Why wasn’t he? Yelling was at least familiar to her, even though she didn’t like it. Did he have other plans for her? Only once had an adult hit her, she had deserved it then, she had screwed up big time. She backed up and put distance between her and Denzel, so if he tried to hit her she would have time to react accordingly and wouldn’t let him take her by surprise again.

She widened her stance, to improve her balance. She wasn’t going to just hand it over to him. She looked him in the eyes and yelled, “I’m not going to just f**king give you my MP3 player! Why the f**k should I!” She thought about it. “Seriously, when was the last time the paper read death by MP3 player! Besides, it’s special and I don’t want you losers loosing it! F**k you!”
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“Don’t get your f**king boxers in a wad! I’ve never used household cleaners and that s**t like some people do, and I don’t plan on starting! God! Someone needs a chillax,” she said, annoyed. She had never been that desperate to get high. Between the fights she won and things she stole, she had always had the money to get her fix. She could not wrap her mind around the thought of doing that, it did not appeal to her.

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Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

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