Trace Blackburn

[Trace Blackburn]

Trace Blackburn

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Name: Xrenfairorst
Age: 19
Roleplaying Experience: about 4 or 5 years
How you found the site: Dolores Haze Fairchild

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Name: Trace Blackburn
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Hair Color: Pink (he dyes it. His natural color is dark brown)
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: 5'8
Weight: 140
Wealth: Dirt poor
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Why they are in La Campana: His parents were tired of dealing with his constant flirting and other shenanigans. So they decided to send him away. Trace was excited to go, after all a new school with new people and no parents. What more could he ask for?[/size]

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Likes: Friends, people in general, himself, flirting, smoking, dancing, music, believing that everyday he is given a fresh start
Dislikes: People who ignore him, bullies, weak willed people, spicy food, his anger, alcohol, collared shirts, sadism
Turn Ons: Strong willed partners, long hair, romantic dates, and accents
Turn Offs: Weak willed partners, relationships where there is no equality, excess pain, people who take advantage of him.
Nervous Habits: Plays with his hair, avoids eye contact, scratches his head
Fears: The world ignoring him, letting his anger get the better of him.
Goals/Aspirations: Getting his anger issues under control, getting a job as a backup dancer, finding someone who will understand his fear of being alone.
Appearance: Trace has a rather strong face. His eyes have a natural bed room like quality and the piecing blue can’t be helping that. He has pink slightly curly hair. He almost always keeps it tied up in a high ponytail, when he does have it down it reaches to his shoulder blades. Trace’s skin is a very smooth tan color with a long thick scar stretching from the hairline on the left side of his face to his jaw on the right side; it zigzags. He has two piercing, one on his right eyebrow and the other through his lip on the right side.
In his free time Trace practices dancing, any style really. So his body his pretty built but flexible so he can do all those dance moves. He can normally be seen wearing a red hooded jacket that has black fake fur lining his hood also black or dark blue pants that are almost falling off of him all the time.

Personality: To everyone that Trace has ever met he has been a flirt. He flirts all the time, that’s how he interacts and if anyone ever flirts back he is absolutely delighted. Even though Trace can be arrogant, he really isn’t as arrogant as he pretends to be. He finds this pretending to be very fun.
To say the least Trace has anger issues. He’s taken anger management classes all of his life, so he isn’t a loose cannon. He just can’t seem to completely get it down. This is the one thing Trace hates about himself. When Trace gets angry he just sees red. He acts a bit more like a bull you’ve been teasing then a person. He’ll attack anyone or anything, this includes: cars, people, tables, animals, lamps, ect. ect. Trace doesn’t want to hurt anyone precious to him, ever.
Underneath all of this Trace is really a good guy. He’s kind and faithful and will always lend a helping hand, even if it is out of his way. He probably got this because he’s terrified of being alone of people ignoring him. So he can be a bit of a people pleaser. He does have his limits though, Trace isn’t a doormat.
Throughout all of his anger management classes Trace grasped onto his own philosophy. He believes that everyday is a new day. That everyday is a new chance to right your wrongs and to start a new. Everyday he will fight and he will strive to come to terms with his guilt and his hate.

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&&--A glimpse of the past

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Father: Korey Blackburn/ 47
Mother: Selma Blackburn/ 43
Sibling/s: N/a
Other important relatives: N/a
Pets:N/a
History:When Trace was a child his parents often ignored him, because of this Trace acted out. He would yell in class, start fights, throw temper tantrums, and over all get himself in a lot of trouble. Just so that someone would pay attention to him. It didn’t matter if they were scolding him or praising him attention was attention and attention was good.
The first time people realized Trace had anger issues was when he was 5. He tried to scratch out a classmate’s eyes because they were teasing him. His parents who didn’t want to get into legal debates later in life decided that taking him to anger management would be the best solution. Within the first week of the therapy he had started walking to the sessions all by himself. His parents said they didn’t have the time. After all the classes was only a 15min walk away from his school.
As Trace grew older and got into 5th grade he started to dance obsessively. He loved it, the sensations, the blood, the sweat, and the tears, how he felt after he got it all down perfectly. This was also about the time he developed his philosophy. Everyday just seemed to be getting better for him.
Around 8th grade Trace learned to flirt very well. Mostly from watching the older kids he hung out with he also started smoking and doing drugs at this point. They way people reacted, how they smiled and blushed sometimes even giggled made Trace feel good inside. He was so happy that he could cause all these good feelings for once. From that point on flirting became his way of interacting.
As Trace got older he still got into a lot of trouble, he supposed it came from hanging out with all the punks in his area. Eventually his parents didn’t want to have to deal with him anymore. Trace was too much of a handful for them. So they decided to ship him off to La Campana. Instead of being reluctant to go, Trace was excited. Sure he’d miss his old friends, but it’s not like he was as close to them as he’d like to be.
Now he could start at a new school, with new people, and no parents, really what more could he ask for? So Trace packed up his bags and bussed, hitchhiked, and walked all the way to La Campana.

Roleplaying Sample:Trace grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and dragged it across the dirty white tiled floors to the cabinets. The chair and the cabinets looked like they could have come from the same tree; they were both such an ugly color of brown. Plus they were all falling apart. Trace hoped the chair would support him.
‘I know Mommy hides the chocolate up here.’ He thought to himself as he climbed onto the chair. He reached up as high as he could, he even tippy-toed. It was still too far for his small ten year old body to reach. He was starting to get annoyed. ‘ Mommy and Daddy aren’t gonna help me so I’ll get it myself.’ Trace started to jump on the chair. ‘Only a little bit farther!’
His eyes went wide. He flailed, struggled to grab onto anything. It didn’t work, he fell. Trace cried out in pain when his face collided with the sharp edges of the kitchen counter. It caught him at the bottom of his jaw and as Trace tried to tuck his head into his body to protect himself he only made it worse. The longest ragged edge cut him deep, all the way from the right side of his jaw to his hairline on the left side of his face. Trace screamed when he hit the ground. He continued to cry for a while. It hurt so much, why would no one come to help him? He didn’t understand.
He eventually got up clutching his face. He could feel the blood seeping though his hands. He ran to the bathroom and washed off the cut with soap and water. That was what you were supposed to do with a cut right? It stung, a lot but he kept at it. ‘The people in the movies always put a cloth on a cut right?’ Trace grabbed a towel and clasped it to his face as he cried. When would it stop hurting?
Eventually he pulled the cloth away when the blood had clotted, though he was still sniffling a bit. Opening the mirror cabinet above the sink he grabbed the box of band-aids in there. He used almost all of them so that he could cover every inch of the cut. It still hurt so much.