Post by Panic on Oct 10, 2017 13:48:35 GMT -5
Trent Panic
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Name: Trent Panic
Nickname: Panic
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Sexuality: straight
Fairytale: Hercules
Year: Teacher
Face Claim: Tom Felton
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Personality: Lets just say, Panic was very aptly named. The pale blonde is literally scared of nearly everything. He known to get himself worked up to the point of physical pain and, occasionally, even passing out. When you look outside and see a normal summer day, Panic sees a death trap. He can find the dangers in anything then twist up such a gruesome story in his head that he can hardly breathe. He has a special fear of touch, being that he'd never really been exposed to it until Avalon. Hugs are out of the question entirely unless your name is Della Miller. Fueled by his fear he tends to be rather spaztic as well, jumping and flinching about, and unintentionally changing shape.
Panic has the self esteem of a...forget it, Panic has no self esteem. He figures any other living thing thing in the world is better than him and yet, he's immortal and must live like this forever. He can't get over the things he was forced to see and do in the Underworld for all those years and the fact that he's a soulless demon. Even the girl he's head over heels for can't convince him otherwise. Panic doesn't know any other way and will take orders like they're law, and also because he's scared of the consequences. He's often trembling, struggling to breath, and stuttering if speaking at all, but besides that he's a real fun one to have at a party.
Since the war, Panic has been away for almost eleven years. A lot can happen in eleven years and a lot has. He is changed somehow. Less jumpy, but perhaps just as scared. Something has happened to cause him to become more controlled and careful. Weather it is for the better or worse is yet to be decided.
Appearance: As a boy he's ghostly pale with striking ice blue eyes, though they're often changing. He's actually a bit tall reaching nearly six foot, but by the way he cowers all the time, you'd never guess. Clothes wise it always simple and nearly always dark, Panic isn't one to pay too much attention to fashion, he has much more pressing matters to be concerned about, like not being horribly maimed. It should be noted that Panic is a shapeshifter, meaning he can alter almost anything about him into say, an animal, or another being entirely, mimicking voice and all. His one fault when it comes to such things it the fact the he has trouble controlling the changing of his eyes. They're often not the shade he would want them to be and are known to mirror the color of whoever he's looking at.
Since the war, Panic has aged. Despite his immortal status, his eyes are tired and his appearance has grown up. His clothes are more put together, just as he appears to be. This could have something to do with his shapeshifting ability and its reaction to his emotional state.
History:Panic was not born, but created a cold damp april day, by the lord of the underworld himself, Hades, along with another demon, Pain. Something went wrong and they didn't exactly turn out...right. They were supposed to be the causers of pain and panic, but instead they just experienced perpetually. Pain was his only friend as they did the dark biddings of Hades, ending lives and tending to the souls and such. Hades treated him like dirt and often beat him or set him on fire, though Panic cannot die so he only dealt with the pain the best he could. After years and years of this torturous existence, Panic was out one day, just doing as he told, when he over shot a target and ended up near Avalon. He was terrified, but ended up staying for it was so much better here at least. Time went by and he fell in love with a Girl by the name of Della Miller, but he could never ever possibly understand this. Then a huge magically accident occurred and he ended up at Tintagel. He's absolutely petrified Hades will find him still, but in the meantime, he has plenty of other things to panic about.
Since the war, PAnic has been busy. There was a very brief amount of time in which he believed he might be able to get back to Della before dread and depression set in. Feeling utterly broken and hopeless he turned back to the only life he knew before a suddenly pull of magic sent him spiraling back to Tintagel.
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Panic was busy. He had been moving the same few things around for hours, but he was busy. His mind was racing and the only thing he could think to do was to keep moving. He had been told to wait and he was waiting. However, he wasn’t doing it well. Every now and again a sound came from the room beyond his and he twitched uncontrollably. He was oddly well dressed given the dismal appearance of his room. A pile of pillows and rags made up his bed and a few boxes provided seating and a place to set things. He had a few personal items that he kept on himself at all times. An odd looking wristband, and dark ring, identical to the one he’d given a loved one years ago. He’d made it as a reminder of why he had done what he’d done.
Finally his door burst open and the shock made him change into a squirrel. Afraid and upset he immediately changed back and hung his head. A dark figure hissed a few obscenities in his direction then clearly told him to get ready. Ready? Panic thought. Ready for what? But his question was answered mere moments later as an unseen force squeezed him tightly and sent him tumbling into time and space.
The words “Do as I say” were the last thing he heard before everything was black.
