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Trenton Rook Thayer

Gender: Male
Age/DOB: 33/ December 23rd, 1979
Occupation: Corporate man. He works for J.P. Morgan as a Corporate Executive Project Manager
Race: Half-lycan

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Appearance;
As Trent always says, to be at the top, you have to look like you belong there, and he follows his own advice to the tee. His form is tall, standing at 6’1” and muscular but not overly so. It is apparent that he takes care of himself and doesn’t go around eating junk food like most bachelors, but doesn’t spend his time body building either. Three workouts every week, one upper body, one for abs, and one for lower body were what he limited himself to. Dark hair, the color of molasses is always cut short, with the front a little longer and spiked up. The rest is a chaotic array of messy that suits him well and is still kept up well enough to be business formal. Of course, his image wouldn’t be complete without his neon blue eyes that reflected the very freezing Arctic Ocean within their depths.

For work and any time he goes out on the town, as he has am image to uphold, Trent wears a suit or at least slacks and a button down shirt. Most of his suits are dark, flint gray pinstripe, but he has an assortment that he trades off. Like any well-respected business man, the same color cannot be worn two days in a row. White suits are a no for him, as are pastel shades of color except gray. His ties are always classy, as he is a manager and must act as such. On rare occasions, such as casual Friday, he will wear his nicest jeans with a button down shirt, but not any other time, well, except for dates.

At home, Trent usually wears flannel button downs, comfortable jeans, and boots. He isn’t really a cowboy, and would never even think to claim as much. However, he does have a natural side too, most likely due to his lycan side. When he can actually relax at home, he also loses the spiked hair and just lets it remain messy atop his head. His rule about getting to the top didn’t apply at home.
Sometimes, Trent doesn’t look at all like his normal human self, but that’s probably because he’s been transformed into a bear, an American Black Bear to be exact. Yes, he looked it up to find out. Now, this black bear is average size for a bear of its kind. He weighs in around 450 pounds and stands around 4 feet tall from ground to shoulder. His fur isn’t jet black, but more of a midnight russet brown that was so dark it appeared black in certain lights. There was nothing that truly distinguished him from any other black bears except for his ears. One of his ear was noticeably lighter brown in color than other.



Personality;

There are more than a few sides to Trent. They aren’t actually separate people. They combine to form one complete person where the personaliy quirks over lap, but it is much easier to explain Trent Thayer in sections. You have Trent Thayer: The Business Executive, Trenton: The almost-country man, Trent Rook: the supernatural obsessed, and Trent: the black bear lycan.

Trent Thayer: The Business Executive is a man not to be trifled because he’ll kill you, not literally, but socially, he’ll murder you. Cutthroat business skills let him rise to the top, and if you jeopardize his success, then let me tell you, he will cut you down right where you stand. Word mouth from one business executive to another gets around quickly and usually does more damage to a person than death ever could. Trent doesn’t truly want to be like this, but in the banking world, that is how one must be at all times because anyone could be looking to steal, especially the big bucks from private owners that are the clientele for J.P. Morgan. Besides being a little overly protective of his position, Trent Thayer is business savvy. He knows how to keep people in order, filter out uncreative ideas, and come up with his own imaginative solutions to the plethora of problems that he is faced with every day. His business life often bleeds out into the rest of his social life, as he is always getting calls. However, there are some days that he also must take off work, as he cannot control his lycanthropy, not even in the slightest. When it happens, it happens, and he can’t be Mr. Executive Project Manager Bear.

Trenton: The almost-country man happens to be the real Trenton, as he was raised on a ranch with the rest of his family. Since he grew up tending horses and hiking, that’s what he learned to love. Now, he’s almost-country because he doesn’t wear the hat. That’s just a little overkill for him. Plus, he doesn’t go around with a country drawl. After all, he does live in Massachusetts now, and Southern accents aren’t looked upon wonderfully in , his line of work. At home, Trenton likes to slip on his boots and go out fishing. It’s his favorite thing to pass the time with his buds, his real friends, not the execs that he works with. Now, his country-self isn’t just skin deep in the activities he likes to do. He has Southern charm, and a lot of it. Manners are important to him, not only because he was raised that way, but because it’s the right thing to do. You see, his life away from work is the one time when he gets to be morally good. At work, he has to do what’s right for the company, which isn’t always right for him or his fellow co-workers, and sometimes, he’s a bear. Bear’s obviously have no moral compass, though he likes to think that sometimes he can get through to his bear-self and teach it who’s boss. Like any true Southern man, he works hard while having fun, and one thing he really works hard at is cooking. Trent loves to cook, and had to learn since no girl wants to be with a guy who’s hardly ever home. He didn’t go to culinary school or anything, but he’d consider himself a five-star chef. Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes, food tests better burned, right? Now, besides burning food, Trenton is also an advocate for the environment, mostly because without the environment, there’s no nature for him to hike around and become a bear in, but it also looks good for his company if he is “green.” That’s right, Trent uses everything he possibly can that is recycled and is constantly recycling himself. He has a garden, in which he grows almost any vegetable he could ever want, which means less money spent in grocery stores for non-organic food. He even has a compost bin complete with red worms which he has raised since he got them in the mail six year ago. To top it all off, he also has solar panels on his house, and drives a black Nissan Leaf, which is a fully electric car. As is to be expected from a “green” man, Trent doesn’t impress the ladies with his car or ideals, unless that happen to be their kind of thing, at which point he might just marry them that second if they had enough in common, but instead, he impresses them with his money, his masculinity, and his looks. Most of the time, he goes for flings, simply because it’s easier to have a one-night-stand with a women than be in an actual relationship and have to explain his whole were-bear issues. Of course, if that doesn’t put them on, his love for alcohol might. He isn’t an alcoholic, as he can control himself, but when at home, he doesn’t much like to. Only his sister can really talk him out of drinking most of the time, as he is a family man and highly protective of those he loves or considers a relative.

Trent Rook: The supernatural obsessed has a thing for, well, all things supernatural. If he could, he would try and find ghosts and just have a nice chat to see what life’s like, but as he can’t speak to them, that would be ultimately, pointless. Instead, he focuses on lycans, supernatural humans, and vampires. As for vampires, does not understand them or how they survive. He often wonders what is like to only feed on blood. His curiosity has gotten him into scuffles with half-vamps before, but he is sensible enough to not take on a full-blooded vampire. It simply would not be an advisable sort of thing to do, being that he is only half-lycan and could not defend himself without the right equipment. Weres, or lycanthropes, also interest him greatly, mostly because his mother is one and he’s now cursed with a bear counterpart that he cannot even dream of controlling. As sort of a way to have fun, Trent goes hunting for supernaturals, not to kill them, but to try and learn about them. He’s a little bit obsessed, but it’s probably because he really would rather be a full-blood lycan than a half-breed with control issues. Of course, Trent keeps this part of his life, the supernatural hunter, as quiet as possible.

Trent: the black bear lycan is a fierce creature with the attitude of an animal, not a human in animal form. Some days are good and Trent can transform himself when he wishes. However, he almost always has trouble returning to his human form, as once he becomes a bear, it’s like he loses himself to his animal nature. He is not Trent the beat, but just a bear that feats upon fish and hibernates in caves during the winter. During his childhood, he went missing for three months at the same time as repeated bear sightings were being reported around the town. Was it a coincidence? Not even a little. To change into a bear, Trent must focus on it exclusively, and sometimes it does not work. Of course, this frustrates him greatly, as he feels most free when in his animal form. On bad days, Trent cannot control his transformations. He shifts whenever his bear-self wants to break free, and can shift back into a human just as suddenly. Luckily for Trent, he gets a feeling when these days are going to happen and avoids being in the town as much as possible. Now, it is true that Trent has been a bear for as long as three months, but long periods of time as a bear is often uncommon for the man. Most often, if he becomes a bear for periods of time, it is only for a couple of days. If he’s actually trying to transform, it usually lasts for only a few hours. Most of the time, however, he doesn’t even fully transform at all. He may get the claws of a bear, and the teeth, but he won’t have the body shape and hair, or vice-versa. Honestly, his shape-shifting is very inconsistent, unpredictable, and causes Trent a lot of strife. He wishes to either be human or full lycanthrope at any cost.


Likes: The outdoors, making money, fishing, anything “green”, working out, country music, animals, cooking, beer, being around people, supernaturals

Dislikes: His inconsistency as a lycan, being talked down to, disrespect, liars- even people who tell white lies, people who don’t work for their money, bad jokes

Strengths: Suave way of speaking, ability to adapt to situations, not easily riled up or angered, protective, knows sign-language

Weaknesses: Inconsistency as a lycan, rude to those who are low-class, judgmental, arrogant at times, protective- family harm is one of the few things that upsets him to the point of anger

Fears: Becoming a bear forever, becoming a bear amidst the public eye, losing his job, death, losing his sister

Quirks: Obsessed with the supernatural, “green,” a down-home Southern man filling the shoes of a big business executive


History:
In West Texas, in the town of Brownston, Trent was born to two hard-working his parents. They owned a cattle ranch and wheat farm. From the age of 3, he was following his parents around outside with a bucket full of cattle feed, though it was a small amount since he was tiny he could barely lift it. He was a quick-learner as a child, and went to pre-school at age 3 as well, where he become friends with a great many of the other children. By age five, his parents, Roscoe and Chloe Thayer, were teaching him how to ride horses by himself. Before, they’d held him up on the saddle or ridden with him, but soon enough, he could steer the horses by himself. Kindergarten through third grade went smoothly as he learned how to read, write, and solve math in school, and was taught how to do all things country, from fishing to firing guns, at home. However, fourth grade was when things started to get tough for him.

One day, when he was out tending to the cattle, one of the calves had become trapped in the mud by the pond, something happened to him. He began to feel and odd sensation, starting in his feet, coursing up his legs, through his arms, his neck, his face, until everything was tingling. It was painful, this strange sensation, and the cattle took off, even the calf who he had just tugged out of the mud was frightened and took off clumsily tripping over to the heard. Standing up, Trent had stumbled backward, staring at his hands as his fingernails started turning black, then elongated and sharpened. The sounds of a tractor died behind him, and he turned to see his father sprinting toward him.

Confused and terrified, Trent had began to run. He couldn’t let his dad see his nails like this. He looked like a monster, but the monstrosity was only beginning. Pretty soon, her began to grow taller, and dark brown hair began sprouting all over his body. He could hear his dad calling after him, but Trent was not going to let him father catch him. Instead, he instinctively got down on all fours, cleanly leapt over the pasture’s barbed wire fence, and disappeared into the scrubland.

Tall grass whipped his face. Thorned cacti sliced open his arms, but he just kept racing through the wilderness. His vision was clouded by tears that welled in his eyes and fell to the ground in waterfalls. He had no idea what was happening to him, but soon, he got tired, and had to rest. He slowed to a walk, and collapsed underneath a mesquite tree. Looking down at his bleeding hands, he realized they were no longer hands at all, but paws the size of dinner plates. Trent had let loose a frightened holler, but it didn’t sound remotely human. It sounded more like an animal, like the roar of a bear. Startled, he jumped up, and in that instant, he realized that he felt much heavier than before. Alarmed, he looked down at himself. There was dark brown hair everywhere, but he could see that his back legs were no longer straight, but bent like a dog’s. He reached up timidly for his face. It was still skin, but his nose felt strange, and he had fluffy ears.

His clothes were shredded around him, hanging on by mere miracle, and as soon as he stood up to test his new legs, he could feel his face changing. At that very moment, everything changed. He lost himself to the bear, and his human thoughts left him. Food was all he wanted, and so he went off to find it. First, he tried a cactus. It poked his tongue and he had to scrape the needles off. After that, he just walked, sniffing for food. He could smell something, somewhere, and so, he took off in the direction of his very own house. When he got there, these strange beings were shouting at him and firing guns. He could remember rising to his back legs and trying to scare them off so he could eat, but they wouldn't let up and kept yelling like thunder. Trent had finally given up and ran off.

He ended up in a place full of those same creatures, which for some reason he knew were humans, so he waited till night and then rummaged through every metal log he could find. There was food galore. He couldn’t imagine why the humans wouldn’t protect it, but when the light lit the sky, they did. He learned to only eat at night and sleep during the hot day. For three months, this went on, until, one day, when the bear was drinking from a puddle, it shifted back into human form.

It was like Trent had awoken from a dream, except he could tell that he was much leaner than before. He didn’t have any of his child’s chubbiness left. It was all muscle. That wasn’t a problem. The real problem was that he was nude and had no idea where he was. Luckily for him, no matter where you went in the world, people had been there. He found a tattered old backpack with some denim shorts, a girl’s pink shirt,a pack of batteries, an empty water bottle, and a granola bar in it. He wasn’t hungry at all, so he just slipped the shorts on, decided against the pink shirt, and shrugged on the backpack.

For nearly four hours, he had walked and walked and walked until he came upon a road. He recognized it as the road from town to his friends house. Exhausted, he sat down on the side of the road and waited for a car to drive by. Within an hour, a red Dodge truck came roaring into sight. Trent had stood up, flailed his arms in an excited wave, and the truck had stopped. It was Dr. Reisand. She was the resident home-call vet, and she was so overjoyed to see him that she had actually cried.

As soon as he got home, his parents hugged him and didn’t let go for what felt like an hour. Mom had cooked a hearty meal of chicken and rice. They ate and talked about how much they’d missed him, and then they slept, as if he had never gone. No one even mentioned what had happened to him for three days. They muts have been trying to figure out what to say, and he certainly wasn’t going to tell them that he’d turned into a bear. However, his mother wasn’t going to just let it get away. She’d turned off the tv while he was watching some movie about guys who caught ghosts that had come out a few years before. He later realized it was Ghostbusters, but his mom had interrupted him in the middle of the beginning scene. She had told him about how he had nothing to be ashamed of. She could transform into a mountain lion, which is why they lived somewhere where cougars were a common sight. When he didn’t believe her, she showed him.

After that, he was home-schooled. His mom and dad were pretty good teachers, and he learned everything he needed to know about school matters. He also learned what he needed to know about lycanthrope matters, though he certainly had his problems there. He couldn’t really control it, and when he could, he could only change his nails. It was ridiculous and it frustrated him, but he got a little better during the first year. Of course, his training time with his mom lessened after that year, because she became pregnant with his little sister. Mallory Maye Thayer was born nine months later. At first, Trent disliked his sister immensely. She took all of his parent’s attention away from him, and he was forced to work the ranch and tend to his lycan problem almost alone for the first two years after his sister’s birth.

The reason for so much time without his parents was because his sister had her own problems. She never listened to his parents, didn’t smile when they talked, and made strange noises that seemed to come from the back of her throat. They took her to doctor after doctor and most suggested a mental disorder. It took 2 ½ years for a doctor to realize she was only deaf. The years that followed were spent learning sign language at the same time as learning school studies, tending to the ranch, and attempting to control his lycan side.

Tired of being so bored and having no friends, Trent convinced his parents let him go to normal high school with the rest of the people his age. Being the new kid in high school was actually pretty awesome, even if they remembered him as the boy who went missing for three months and then never went back to school. With his heightened senses, he was excellent at chemistry and the sciences, so he was well respected by teachers. He also had the manners of a southern gentleman, as that is how his parents had taught him to be, but he knew how to have fun all at the same time. Sure, he didn’t have a great sense of humor all the time, but he made up for that in his outdoorsman’s spirit. Fishing trips were a usual with his buddies, who he had met and become friends with mostly from football and baseball. With his strength, though it was only slightly more than an average student along with his speed, he was a star athlete.
Girls had fights over him, which was one of the things he found funny. He usually only stayed with one girl for two months, at the most, because after that, they started asking too many questions. He became known as a heartbreaker, but that didn’t stop girls from trying. They were always sure that they would be the one. Of course, they weren’t.

His one plight in high school was when people made fun of him for having a deaf sister. He could just say he didn’t feel like going to school when he couldn’t show up cause of his lycan blood, but he couldn’t hide his little sister from them. Now, he didn’t really mind them making fun of him; he could handle that. It was the fact that they were verbally attacking his family, his little sister, and that was not alright. Guys who said anything negative about that got punched, several times, and Trent never regretted it. People learned not to mess with his sister.

Now, it may seem odd that Trent went from working on a ranch to a bank, but it wasn’t really that weird. You see, he had this girlfriend who’d been the receptionist at Chase, and had helped to get him a job there as well so he could earn money for college. After the breakup, it was a little awkward, but it was still money. Every day, he watched the corporate executives walk out to their Mercedes, and realized just how much he loved money. It was money that drove him to go to college and major in business, with a minor in accounting.
He attended University of Texas at Austin on a football scholarship. His years there were full of parties, girls, and skipped college days for “hikes in the woods.” There was nothing really that exciting about it, and holidays were always his favorite time of the year. He got to see his family, which was enough for him to be happy. He got to see his little sister, who looked up to him more than anyone. Every holiday, he’d ask his mom if Mallory had changed yet, and the answer was answer no, and still was a no. Mallory was perfectly human. As soon as Trent graduated from college with a Masters in business management, he went home. He was 25 years old. Mallory was 12. He didn’t really want to leave his family, but he got a job offer for J.P. Morgan in Massachusetts, not as a manager, but it was still a job. He had to take it.

Moving to Massachussetts was a big change. It wasn’t usually hot, but a cool temperature. However, there were forests which was much better for his bear problem. He bought an apartment, and started making money. Here, he didn’t have many girlfriends. He found that it interfered with his job, and he couldn’t have that. With his suave skills, charm, and good looks, Trent Thayer quickly rose in the ranks of the business world. He flew his family up to see him when he was 29, and then, the next year, he went to see them. By age 32, he the Executive Project Manager, and his attitude had changed greatly. He was still Trent, but he had an air of arrogance about him now. He also valued money much more, though he wasn’t afraid to spend it. He bought a large house on the outskirts of town. It sat on thirty acres, nothing compared to his childhood ranch, but enough for him to be happy. His house was medium-large size, with four bedrooms and a stone-front. It was beautiful, and he was glad that it was so large.
There was a secret side to his life, though. He tried to find as many other supernaturals as he could. They were insight to his problems, or, in non-lycans’ cases, curiosities. He already knew about quite a few of the vampires, they were easy to tell as they were simply not human. The lycans were a little trickier as they blended in so well, and any half-breeds like himself were nearly impossible to discover. He’d heard stories around town, as well, and about people who could actually speak to them, but they did not interest him as much as others.

Mallory came to live with him after she graduated high school that year. She’d had to start kindergarten late because of her disability. It’s been a year now since she’s moved in, and things have gotten a lot better for him. It was nice to have family to be around again. His parents were off traveling the country in an RV, and he was just living his life, trying to get to the top of his career ladder, find others like himself, and take care of his sister.

Family: Mallory Maye Thayer-sister, Chloe Thayer- mother, Rosecoe Thayer- father

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OOC;
Name: Bri
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