Post by trent on Oct 15, 2012 23:01:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]MELIMUS PRIME FULL NAME: Trent Morgan Rhodes ALIAS: T DATE OF BIRTH: 4/6/1987 AGE: 25 OCCUPATION: Bodyguard SEXUALITY: Heterosexual PLAY BY: Aaron O'Connell TOURIST [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me [style='font-size: 20px; font-family: georgia;]MY ROOTS My full name is Trent Morgan Rhodes. There's a lot of speculation as to how I got my middle name. People in the town I grew up in used to joke and say that my old man named me after his favorite drink. Captain Morgan. I don't take any of it to heart. I know my old man was an alcoholic growing up. The evidence was there for me, plain as day to see. But just because my old man is one type of man doesn't mean that I'm cut from the same cloth necessarily. Keep that in mind. My mother, Hannah Rhodes, has always been a pretty quiet, subdued woman. She worked as a secretary for the Boone Police Department in Colorado. She still lives in Boone now, actually. Kevin Rhodes is a different breed of man altogether. I think I've already made it clear that there's really no love lost between the pair of us. He was a Green Beret in his younger years. And yeah, I admit that some part of me wanted to try and make my father proud at some point in my life, but no matter what I did, I always fell short of what he considered to be his expectations. He was a part of the Gulf War. When he came back home, he was a bit of a booze hound. Despite all that, he still wound up with a position as the Sherrif in Boone. I have to admit that he does run a tight ship, but if half of his deputies knew what the man was like at home, they might think differently of him. My younger sister, April... well... She's 21 now and attending college. She lives up in Vancouver, BC, Canada. Pretty well as far away from Dad as she could manage to be. Truth be told, I think my father scares her and after she saw what I dealt with a good portion of the time, I couldn't blame her in the least for being afriad of him. He's a proper prick when he gets drinking and he's almost never sober at home. I grew up doing a hell of a lot of chores at a local farm. Learned how to ride horses and herd cattle at a pretty young age there. It was how I made a little spending money for myself and my sister after school and in the summers. Not to mention, it got me out of the house which I desperately wanted and was more than thankful to have. My old man and I fought a lot as I was growing up. It got twice as bad when I joined the Army. I started developing opinions of my own for real and when I saw what some of my buddies lived with when it came to their families - fathers who were proud of their sons and actually loving towards their wives - realized the bullshit my father had been putting us through. Sometimes I took an ass kicking from my father when he got particularly pissed off with the way his family was being run. But the older I got... the more I took an interest in what I was doing in the military... well... the more it became apparent that I wasn't taking his shit any longer. Soon enough my beatings turned into ass kickings for him. I helped send April off to school in Vancouver three years ago and I made damned sure to let her know when I was being deployed and when I got home. Every. Single. Time. MY FOUNDATION Honestly, my military career probably wasn't as long as I would have liked it to be... But shit happens in life. I wound up as a sniper with the Army Rangers. I did and saw a hell of a lot in the Middle East. I'm not denying that in the least. I worked with a lot of different individuals. Honestly, I was having the time of my life out there, even if living was hard some days. You took the good with the bad and the ugly you grin and bared. It was simple as that. But I didn't realize how badly shit was going back home. My Dad got in deep. Real deep. He lost his job as the Sherrif when he was caught smuggling drugs for a cartel associated with a much, much bigger one. In short, more of the product wound up going up his nose than it did out to the dealers. In the end, the cartel wasn't happy with him. They started targetting my mother first. But the final straw was when I came home from deployment last year after 8 years with the Army, and found an envelope stuck to the door with a knife and a picture of my sister inside while she was on campus in Vancouver and at school. There were crosshairs on her forehead. I was pissed. I tracked the leader of this cartel down. He was in Rhode Island. It was probably incredibly stupid of me to do it but... I wanted to set him right about my sister once and for all. No one touched her and I'd do anything to keep her safe. I admit, I used Uncle Sam's hard won training from my Ranger days to get a good bead on what I needed to do to get the job done, but in the end, i was over run and taken before the Cartel Boss himself. Lucky me. And that was when we bargained and struck a deal. He said he'd been looking for a man of my specific expertise. Said that I probably would have had a damned good chance of throttling the life out of him if he hadn't have stepped up security recently to the point where I was outnumbered 7 to 1. I had told him that I wouldn't mind still choking the life out of him for threatening my little sister. In the end, the deal was simple. I keep his daughter safe and my sister would be left alone. My mother would be left alone and, so long as I got my father the hell out of Boone and away from his operations, he'd consider my old man's debt wiped clean from the slate. A five year contract. They said they'd treat me well and take care of anything I needed to get the job done but made it clear that if I turned my back on them, my sister was a dead woman. They want to 'renegotiate' the terms of my service at the end of the five years. I feel like I've given up the Army for a persoanl army. And while I feel dirty knowing where my money and my dinner comes from every night... I can't deny that the girl that I'm protecting appears to be far more innocent than her father.[/style][/style] |
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