First Name:
Troy
Middle Name(s):
Connor
Surname:
Markins

Age:
17
Birthday:
31/10/89
Year:
Third Year
Nationality:
Australian

Major:
Alternative Health
Minor 1:
Writing
Minor 2:
Film

Appearance:
Troy stands at about 6’0”, and though this may sound strange, he thinks himself to be short considering his family is a tall bunch. He has distinctive storm gray eyes with what one might call “matching jet black hair”. He keeps it cut somewhat short and is a messy child by nature. If it weren’t for the winter swim team and off-season training Troy gets, he wouldn’t be as muscular as he is. Mind you, he doesn’t like to work out like some mad-cows that he knows, so he isn’t the ‘God of Sexiness’.
Troy tends to wear casual clothing: plain black or blue tee-shirts, either khaki shorts (yes, even in the middle of a blizzard) or flared jeans. His choice of footwear is either Doc Martins or sandals. He hates the idea of socks so nine-times-out-of-ten he is seen wearing his sandals.
Tory is a pale being. Mind you, he does like to go on a good hike, but he just doesn’t tan fairly easily. And because of his constant chlorine abuse, he smells of chlorine if you smush your nose right into his skin. Otherwise, he normally smells like sandalwood or sweet like lemongrass.

Personality:
Troy is a very free spirit. He openly admits to being flexible and could care less about anything outside his creative box of wonder and surprise. He laughs easily and doesn’t like to be badgered about what he doesn’t like to talk about. He hates school and the drama it pursues. He listens to music often and has been told he has one hell of a voice, but isn’t interested in that aspect of life. He much prefers to write out his frustrations.
You’ll know if he likes you: his stories. If one happens to show up in your possession with his signature, you’ve been hit by heaven. Often times, he writes about whatever. It will have nothing to do with present topics, and most often, he writes about something that you may have forgotten when you’ve talked.
He is an easygoing person. He keeps to himself, but he isn’t shy or quiet. He hates starting conversations, but he also hates ending conversations unless nothing is happening. He doesn’t need much action to keep himself going.
He likes to drink on occasion, but he doesn’t strive for the constant taste of alcohol. Troy loves to mix strawberries with his alcohol. He mostly drinks by himself if he does drink.
Troy is fascinated by movies and hates the idea of Blu-Ray and High Definition (also known as, HD). He likes being deprived, but finds the art of making a movie to be entertaining. He also likes to be behind the screen, not in front. His favourite movies would have to be Closet Land, V for Vendetta, most of the Harry Potter movies, The Matrix, Schiendler’s List, and he has a soft spot for chick-flicks. He is very much straight, but has nothing against bisexuals or gays.
He is in no way a religious guy. He isn’t an atheist, but you won’t catch him hanging around a church praying.
Lastly, Troy likes to study people, size them up, and in general, just to get a feel for people. He isn’t one for surprises and hates feeling out of control unless he plans being out of control.

History:
Troy grew up in Sydney, Australia. His mother, Mena Markins, was Australian, while his father, Leaf Markins, is from the United States. At about the age of five, his family and Troy moved to Forks, Washington; and because Troy had already acquired an accent, he was made fun of quite a lot in his childhood days. Living in two years of torture, Troy’s parents decided to move back to Sydney where he instantly felt normal once more.
Troy had always been very close to his mother, so it was very tragic when his mother passed away when he was twelve. Troy’s father remarried two year’s later to a red-headed British lady, Meghan Markins. Troy never disliked, but it hasn’t been until recent years that he has accepted her as a stepmother.
It was her idea to send him to Finesse when she happened to come across some of his writings. Troy didn’t really wish to push himself fully into the written English language. He was much closer to the idea of keeping people relaxed, so he at the time, he decided against joining the school when he turned fourteen.
During the time of his stepmother and father being together, things started to row between Troy and his father. At first, they were getting closer, but Troy would have spots of anger and come home yelling at his father for no reason. At fourteen, Troy moved in with his grandparents, back in Australia.
On his fifteenth birthday, Troy’s grandparents got Troy and his father talking again. Two months later, Troy moved back to London. During the summer, Troy started having issues with his father again. His stepmother decided to enroll Troy into the school. She let him decide what majors and what minors he wanted to take without complaint and paid the necessary fees for enrollment.

Roleplay Sample:
“Nuts!” exclaimed Troy as his toe stubbed into the corner of the bookshelf. Some of the girls that were sitting some ways away giggled as they saw him hold his tow (or was it what he exclaimed?) Either way, Troy turned slightly red and limped towards, setting up his new video recorder. It wasn’t anything special, just a small thing that his stepmother gave to him for Christmas.
Ahh, Troy thought. Christmas… what was it that my father said to me? “What a waste of talent and space”? No, he wouldn’t be so blunt… “What is this? Why is it here?” Still too defenseful…
Yawning, Troy turned his camera on, started recording it and then hid it in the bookshelves. He hoped this wasn’t something that was against the law; otherwise he was going to have to pick a different filming project for this year. He still needed to look for a couple of actors/actresses for the wonderful parts that were scripted.
If you could call it that.
He really had no faith in his new teacher’s this year. He found them all the same and boring. If anything, Troy wanted someone just as cookied as him. And yes, he meant cookied. As in, the brain functions on a different set of waves. He hated the same boring yippies that he often had a crush on. He wanted something fresh. Something new.
Again, Troy bumped into someone, sending their stuff flying. “Go fig-your-nuts!”
Troy smiled, something rarely did when he was in thinking/filming mode. Maybe he might find someone to test out.

Accepted!

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