Trustin (WIP)
Jul 29, 2015 1:36:47 GMT -5
Post by Trustin on Jul 29, 2015 1:36:47 GMT -5
Full Name: Trustin Pitomi Leicht Karotte Hareton Douce Enfant de Lapin III ( goes by Trey sometimes)
Age & Date of Birth: 18, June 15th | Gemini
Gender: Male
Class: Slums rabbit millionaire
Occupation: Delivery Boy and occasional Thief.
Affiliation: Civilian
Genetic Modifications:
Got rabbit ears and tail from his parents. Gives him superior hearing, and a body shivering predator animal sensor.
He ignores them most of the time, he wouldn't leave his house otherwise.
Unique Tech: Being Nice. Swiss Army Knife
Appearance:
Personality:
Trustin seems naive on the surface. He is oblivious to society’s expectations and acts shamelessly. He is painfully honest, but sometimes knows the best times to not mention things. For his safety. Trust does have a innocent mind, but he's very knowledgeable about random and somewhat illegal things. Like the safest Nahgix dosage, what a scavenger will trade for anti-conception, and how to knife fight. He tries to stay, cheerful and vibrant because it keeps him and others going. Lastly Trustin will give just about anyone his time of day. He knows people often like to talk out their feelings, or sob story, or give young'ns advice, so he listens.
Deep down he's more direct, impatient, and anxious. In such a low class, he struggles a lot. Most days aren't fun or...full. But if he has to keep his problems hidden. If he has to keep up a smile. If he has to pretend for people, to get a little charity, he'll do it. Trustin doesn't know his genuine personality, because it's just not important right now.
Background:
Trustin used to live with his parents and many siblings in a nice middle class neighborhood. He didn’t pay much attention in school throughout the years and didn’t excel much at anything. So when the placement test came around, he did god awful and ended up placed in the slums. At 17 he tested up to lower class. But this year he didn't make much progress the following year, and the government had noticed his bad pick pocketing habit. So he was thrown back to the slums. He takes small jobs of delivering items to people from the Slums' Black Market. It's hard there, but there isn't anything to lose there. It's like a weird disgusting, but no pressure freedom. Due to his more upbeat and agreeable personality, he's occasionally given opportunities that take him out of the slums for a day or two.
Age & Date of Birth: 18, June 15th | Gemini
Gender: Male
Class: Slums
Occupation: Delivery Boy and occasional Thief.
Affiliation: Civilian
Genetic Modifications:
Got rabbit ears and tail from his parents. Gives him superior hearing, and a body shivering predator animal sensor.
He ignores them most of the time, he wouldn't leave his house otherwise.
Unique Tech: Being Nice. Swiss Army Knife
Appearance:
Personality:
Trustin seems naive on the surface. He is oblivious to society’s expectations and acts shamelessly. He is painfully honest, but sometimes knows the best times to not mention things. For his safety. Trust does have a innocent mind, but he's very knowledgeable about random and somewhat illegal things. Like the safest Nahgix dosage, what a scavenger will trade for anti-conception, and how to knife fight. He tries to stay, cheerful and vibrant because it keeps him and others going. Lastly Trustin will give just about anyone his time of day. He knows people often like to talk out their feelings, or sob story, or give young'ns advice, so he listens.
Deep down he's more direct, impatient, and anxious. In such a low class, he struggles a lot. Most days aren't fun or...full. But if he has to keep his problems hidden. If he has to keep up a smile. If he has to pretend for people, to get a little charity, he'll do it. Trustin doesn't know his genuine personality, because it's just not important right now.
Background:
Trustin used to live with his parents and many siblings in a nice middle class neighborhood. He didn’t pay much attention in school throughout the years and didn’t excel much at anything. So when the placement test came around, he did god awful and ended up placed in the slums. At 17 he tested up to lower class. But this year he didn't make much progress the following year, and the government had noticed his bad pick pocketing habit. So he was thrown back to the slums. He takes small jobs of delivering items to people from the Slums' Black Market. It's hard there, but there isn't anything to lose there. It's like a weird disgusting, but no pressure freedom. Due to his more upbeat and agreeable personality, he's occasionally given opportunities that take him out of the slums for a day or two.