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King Trent

"Until I find those men, I won't let myself die."

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a character in “To Be King”, as played by Rhianoue

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Just wait for me, Celine... one day, I'll join you after I kill those bastards.


โ”ŒDream | Imagine Dragonsโ”˜
โ”ŒEverybody Wants To Rule The World | Lordeโ”˜

Dษชแด€สŸแดษขแดœแด‡ CแดสŸแดส€ โ—† #AF7817
Tสœแดแดœษขสœแด› CแดสŸแดส€ โ—‡ #C11B17

Fแด€แด„แด‡ CสŸแด€ษชแด โ—† Marco Adriano
Pแดส€แด›ส€แด€สแด‡แด… Bส โ—‡ Rhianoue

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โ•’๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅโ•œ
King Lee Trent

โ•’๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅโ•œ
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โ•’๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒโ•œ
Male

โ•’๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผนโ•œ
Heterosexual | Heteroromantic

โ•’๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฃ๏ผฅโ•œ
Human

โ•’๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผฏ๏ผฎโ•œ
Wires

โ•’๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผซโ•œ
B/1

โ•’๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฅโ•œ
The Magician

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โ•’๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผดโ•œ
6'3

โ•’๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผดโ•œ
164 lbs

โ•’๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผฉ๏ผฒ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒโ•œ
Black

โ•’๏ผฅ๏ผน๏ผฅ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒโ•œ
Blue

โ•’๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผฉ๏ผฎ ๏ผด๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผฅโ•œ
Fair

โ•’๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฌ ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฃ๏ผฅโ•œ
King can be defined as a generally handsome man, aside from the giant scar crossing over half his face, taking away part of his ear. He has a well built body after years of training to become stronger, and stands at a very tall six feet and three inches, often towering over the others in his group. His skin has been naturally fair if not pale since birth, never seeming to change. His eyes used to shine a brilliant blue color, but now they are dulled and tired. Once before in the past, King would let his hair grow just enough for a ponytail, but he's kept it short lately, though short and unkempt.

King often enjoys looking professional- he'll wear suits and ties, gloves, and nice shoes... Although they were all clothes from the past. He still enjoys looking nice, but if he really doesn't give a damn, he'll wear whatever's comfortable, often being plain shirts and jeans.

His body is clear and free of any piercings and tattoos, though he bears more scars than most all around his body. There isn't hardly one that isn't noticeable, especially on his hands. Because King's choice of weapons are wires, his hands have been cut various times from the bleeding. It's a dangerous weapon for both parties.


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โ•’๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผด๏ผจโ•œ
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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
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๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฅ ๏ผง๏ผฏ๏ผฏ๏ผค
โ—Ž Polite โ—Ž Gentleman โ—Ž Organized โ—Ž Warm โ—Ž Helpful โ—Ž
When first talking to King, people will see how polite he is. He's insanely polite, and knows good behavior from bad behavior, unlike most in their time. He is a gentleman, he will hold doors, bow politely, call people by their last name, and even has a refined way of speaking. King is a helper, trying to do whatever he can to assist another person with their needs, even going out of his way sometimes. He's an organized man, making sure that things are in order every minute of the day. He knows his schedule by memory, and tries to make sure anyone close to him is the same.

Speaking of which... to those that he enjoys being around, King can be very kind hearted, either treating them as he'd treat his friends from the past, or even, how he treated his wife, Celine, before she died. He's cold and distant... but it's not bad.
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๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฅ ๏ผข๏ผก๏ผค
โ—‰ Isolated โ—‰ Lashing Out โ—‰ Alcoholic โ—‰ Independent โ—‰ Anger Issues โ—‰
However, as much as King wants to return to that normal life from before things went wrong, he finds it impossible to do. He still finds him mind going insane, daily. He can feel how he knows no one and how he's truly alone right now, even though he tries to be friendly. When people get too close to a silent dog, chances are that they'll get bit, and that's the case with King. He'll lash out at inappropriate moments when he really doesn't mean to, even with the people he now holds 'dear'...

This is because King is an alcoholic. He can't help but take a drink each day to wash away any and all the pains of living in such a shitty world. It's given him health issues, and mainly has caused the anger hidden deep within to rise. He has anger issues, and when he can feel the anger beginning to develop, he'll quickly leave any place with people so not to hurt them. Instead, he'll suffer silently on his own, as he has been doing to cope with the pain.


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โ•’๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณโ•œ
โ–น Celine - His wife... he misses his wife so much, even though it's only been a few years since the incident...
โ–น Rain - Celine loved the rain, and somehow, that part of her rubbed off on him. Now rainy days calm him down and bring him back to those sweet memories to numb the pain.
โ–น Perfection - What can he say? He's a sad perfectionist.
โ–น Sweet Scents - Mainly flowers, fruits, and pastries. The scent brings him back to when days were happier and not as depressing.

โ•’๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณโ•œ
โ–ธ Guns - A gun is what killed his wife in the end, and he refused to touch it. Anyone who uses a gun will be scowled on by him.
โ–ธ Dogs - They're wild and vicious, uncontrollable. They've got teeth and can grow to be pretty big. If King were to ever have a pet, he'd get something smaller than him...
โ–ธ Other Gangs - King is very competitive, and the fact that another gang killed his wife brutally just makes him hate them all the more. His one vow is that he'll find the gang that murdered Celine and kill them before he dies, no matter what it takes.
โ–ธ Shades - He lost his family to them before. He won't let it happen again.

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โ•’๏ผด๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผณโ•œ
โŒ‘ Acrobatics - It just seemed to have come naturally with growing up. King was used to dodging and evading things, and over time, the moves he did to avoid getting hit were similar to acrobatics in a way. They became natural, flowing movements, so when facing him, he's a bit difficult to hit.
โŒ‘ Lying - He had to tell his wife every day that he was fine, that his health was fine and that nothing was wrong when he knew it was. With daily practice, that smile he put on.. he wasn't sure if it was real or fake.
โŒ‘ Determination - Once King sets his mind to something, he will stop at nothing to fulfill that goal.

โ•’๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณโ•œ
โ–ฃ Alcoholic - Ever since Celine was murdered, King hasn't been able to drop the drinking habit. It was always there, since he was a teen, but his wife changed him and he began to stop. Her death just lead to it coming back as an anesthesia for the pain.
โ–ฃ Independent - King has a habit of working alone, or when he does work with groups, he'll forget that team work is a thing, and often wander off to do what he wants to do instead.
โ–ฃ Lonely - Whatever friends he had before, they're gone. His lover, gone. His house, gone. Anything that made him happy before suddenly disappeared in such a short time. He doesn't know anyone that well anymore. He's just a sad, loner that many think is going insane.

โ•’๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณโ•œ
โœ– Second Heartbreak - King's afraid of a second lover. He knows he needs someone to depend on, but with that second lover may come just more and more pain, and the thought of just leaving Celine behind would kill him.
โœ– Darkness - The dark can be a place for shades to hide in, a place for the world beneath theirs to surface. It's where hellish things take place and can happen. He doesn't want to go anywhere near it.
โœ– Guns - If it killed Celine, it can kill him. There are other weapons out there but this one in particular... he never wants to even touch.


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King's life was generally normal, for a child in his time. His parents were alive for the majority of his life, and he spent his childhood growing up in a decent sized house, away from all the bad, with a childhood friend name Celine. Technically, she was adopted by King's family, but King never thought of her like a sister. They were just close friends, and that was it. They'd play in safer parts of the city, run around on green grass, look up at the sun all day and watch the clouds float on by on the grey sky. They'd listen to the bird chirps, run around the block, pretend to be heroes from some great stories they'd have read before... Simple things like that opened their eyes to the beauty that could have been in the world.

Years flew by with them being together, away from the evil of the shades and gangs of the world, and one day, they fell in love. Just like that. Out of the blue, but not really. It was expected, with these two kids who grew up this close to each other, spending every minute of their life with each other. When they were 20, they started dating, but it wasn't very different. The same thing, but more affectionate. King loved Celine, and Celine loved King. It was a happy relationship, healthy and plain, but beautiful and blooming. For a long while, it was as though all the cares in the world were just gone. He was in love with his very best friend, and the moment they became a couple, the world's monochrome-like colors became lit up with gold. Such a disgusting, dirty, and ugly city, seemed like paradise for them.

All was perfect. All was well.

Until, things went horribly wrong, because for as much love and happiness as he had, the scale had to balance. Everything happened in a single day- the day he got married to Celine. It was so lovely for those 12 hours... He was happy, they were crying at this private wedding of theirs. The rings they both wore shined and were absolutely beautiful... but... the scale had to balance. With so much happiness and innocence would come sadness and realization of how cruel this world really was.

His father owed another gang debt, and because he fell behind on it to make his family happy, his dad was killed by a gang on the streets, his body being found and then disappearing within a day. Not much later, his mother was taken and killed by a gang that used shadows to their will. It was an instant death, and just like his father, her body was found and then suddenly disappeared. King began to train in order to protect Celine, knowing that something would happen to her next too, but the very next morning, she was gone, a note being left behind a location, blood splatted on it. Upon following it, King made it just in time to see a hooded gang shoot his wife straight in the head. He was held down, unable to run or fight back, only screaming the name of a now lifeless body, slumping in a bloodied chair. He was forced to watch as her body was raped and mutilated until he couldn't even recognize that one woman that he sold his heart to. When the torture was over, he was knocked out and tossed onto the damp streets, scarred for life.

Those sights would never leave him. It haunted him like a ghost whispering things in his ears. The shivering never stopped, the feeling of being lifeless never disappeared. King was left without family for such a long time... he had no relatives, no siblings, no other lover to count on. His family was taken from him within a single day. How could that even happen? How was that even possible? It seemed to unreal, but returning to his house, everything was ruined, destroyed, and there was no Celine waiting to greet him there with a smile. They were gone, and that was the end of it. They were never coming back.

After more continuous training, hatred and revenge filling his once innocent mind, King joined the Tarots, another, newer gang, in hopes of finding the one that killed his wife and annihilating it without second thoughts. That is the bane of his existence now; revenge. This is the sole reason he's still going, because if he couldn't get revenge, he'd have killed himself already. The alcohol helps numb the pain, but only by so much... It's so... fucking hard to be who he was before when all he wants to do is see his wife again. That's it. He just wanted to be with his wife, his loving, beautiful, gorgeous, angel... That's all he could want at this point...


Celine

"Tell me it's all just a dream."



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So begins...

King Trent's Story

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Another morning of August passes by. The gross, disgusting city of Degluttait goes on, the 'sports' and 'games' they play continuing with each passing second. Turn the corner, you'll find a horde of prostitutes. Turn again, someone just had their brains shot out. One more time, and there are children huddling on the walls of dirty buildings for warmth, wearing nothing but rags and dirtied sheets.

The sky is painted grey, the ground painted red, and the people painted black and white. The scent is putrid, having been soiled by the smoke of cigarettes, toxin of the city, and breath of the men and women that are stuck there like birds in a cage.

Shades walked the city the night before, ones that were far from human. Some rose to be as tall as houses, some had terribly long arms, others had elongated necks with black teeth and claws. They come in all sorts of sizes and shapes, and roam primarily at night, where they are most comfortable.

But other problems besides that supernatural factor lie in this city. Darker problems stemming from the root of it all: humans. The gangs are still fighting against each other to this day, one hoping to rise high enough in the ranks to take over the city as the new king. The killing won't stop.

Today, two fires have started, one in the east, and one in the west. The 'fire' in the eastern corner of the city is centered around a group of the Tarots taking care of a shade that's overstepped its boundaries into the grey sunlight. It's already killed five people and injured seven and won't stop until it's killed. Thankfully, that's why the Tarots were tired, and the fight's still lasting. Turns out this shade might take some extra work to kill. Most are generally small, weak, and easy to kill, but sometimes... sometimes there are special cases that turn out to be quite the challenge. At least the pay is high and well, because there actually may be high chances of someone getting themselves killed.

On the western side, the Tarots have gotten into a bit of a fight with another gang known as Thirty One. Turns out one of them spat down at a member, and a few minutes later, guns are firing and people are falling dead on the ground. The fight originally was just a fist fight until someone decided to play dirty and took to their weapon instead. Now, there's no mercy, and the fight's been taken to Thirty One's base. They're struggling to hold ground against this ruthless group of people, and actual fires are starting around the area. They're playing dirty - using hostages, spreading out, destroying things in order to create obstacles - but that's how the fights work in a dirty city. People die, and there will always be a loser and a winner.

But in the end, the city swallows everything.

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Just beyond the tombstone was the out and open; he was at the outer edge of the city, and just a few more steps and he'd be out. You can always just leave. He could hear his wife's voice just echoing in the back of his head. Just a little more and he could actually be free of such an ugly and disgusting place, yet...

He couldn't. There was something he still had to do- something he still had to finish off, and until it was complete, King wouldn't be able to rest or stop. Until that group of men was killed, by his own hands, he wouldn't leave. His sole reason for existing since everything was taken from him was just for revenge. It seemed in the end, he had shallow reasons for continuing to live and survive. Celine was really the only thing that kept him going back then.

There were booming noises in the background, and the scarred man stood up to observe as two giant clouds rose in the east and west of the city. "They're making trouble already...?" He thought. He knew that some people were taking a job to eliminate a shade but was the other group his gang?

Probably. A few of their members were known to be troublemakers, only, he wasn't there to break up the fight. It was probably too late now though, but he didn't really feel right to just leave them be. 'If they're taking the job in the east, then that must mean the real fight's going on in the west...' He looked over to the other cloud of smoke. Did a fire start? It wasn't surprising to see things like that in the city they lived in, but then again, it wasn't exactly a good sign either. 'Even if it's not us... I guess checking it out couldn't really hurt.' He thought to himself, turning back to the grave.

His tags slipped out of his suit's collar, and with it, two rings dangling from a similar, thin chain. King quickly fixed both so that they were hidden, and stood, turning to leave the tombstone amongst two others. A singular flower was left on each, and the three faint last names of Trent could be hardly spelled out.


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