you.

Name: tera, you know how i do

the character.

Name: travis eugene price
Nicknames: t, trav, price, daredevil - its whatever
Grade:: junior
Gender: penis? dude.
Age: seventeen (failed third grade)
Family:

• father - Ebenezer Scrooge Price - 48 - Anesthesiologists
  
• mother - Shanae Sarah Price - 42 - Nurse at the Local Hospital
  
• sister - Miska Price - 15 - sophomore
  
• brother - Julias Price - 17 - senior
  
• brother - Christen Richards Price - 21 - College Student

Originated From: miami beach, florida
Wealth: he owns this city man
History:

“I’m not going to waste my time telling you all the unnecessary details. You know, the when, the where, the how I came to life. I figure that you know the basis right? If not, then just for reference I should let you know that I breathed my first breath on Miami Beach on December twenty-fifth. You got it, I was a Christmas baby. The real story doesn’t start until I’m eight though. You see, back then, I was just the average Florida kid who loved the sands and bikinis that came with a beach. Sure, I was young, but I’d learned at an early age that a woman was a good thing – she would cook and clean for me in the future. Okay, so perhaps Christen’s words weren’t the best to believe but I was young and impressionable. Come on now, it was either him or my dad. Seeing as to how my dad was an old man and Chris was almost a teenager, I decided to go with the later. Aside from the sun and legs, I filled my time with many other things that the ones my age did – playing in the dirt, running away from home, pulling crazy stunts and skipping homework.

During the turn of my eighth new year though, my world came crashing down – or so I believed. I think that we were in the midst of the party, either that or packing up from the end of one, I don’t really remember the hour. I just know that the skies were pitch black. My brother and I were running around with weak fire crackers while everyone over the age of eighteen sipping lightly on champagne, trying to predict what the up and coming year held for them. We were out though hours earlier the channel four news casters had forewarned us of a possible storm. But, when was the weather man ever right? I mean come on, when he says that it’ll rain, it shines and vice versa. We weren’t going to kill the joy and wait around inside. Besides, the sky was clear and a nice breeze had joined us for the celebration – why turn down the opportunity? This thought in mind, most of our family was lounging within the front yard when the storm family rolled in.

It started with the rain, a drizzle had warned us that something was coming; however we didn’t believe it was Wilma. I remember running farther down the street as they began to pack up the blanket and put away the drinks, but I wasn’t paying much attention to them, I had to catch my brother. He’d promised to do my chores for weeks if I could catch up to him and well, the last thing I wanted to do was scrub the toilets so I took off. And I didn’t stop until I was nearly knocked off my feet by a gust of wind. So there I was, on the ground, bleeding as the wind threatened to blow me away. It wasn’t bad enough that I was already soaked, apparently. Like hell was I about to catch pneumonia just so that Chris could sweep the floors, so I turned around like a little bitch. I was eight. Come on now, I wanted my mommy to tend to my bruise; kiss it and make it better.

You see, I didn’t realize that my life was in danger until after I got home. It took about ten minutes. Going back had taken longer because I was wet, cold and in pain. Where the hell my brother had disappeared to, I didn’t know. And quite frankly at that point I didn’t care. The winds were picking up speed and the rain was pelting down upon my skin. When I finally did make it home, I was forced into our safe spot with the others until everything washed over. Chris got to help put things away, board up windows and tote in bottled water, which I just thought wasn’t fair. I mean there were only a few years between us and I was coming in on double digit territory. They could have at least pretended that I could have assisted. Ah, but they didn’t. Go figure. I was sitting in a store room with the others – Chris was my favorite out of all my siblings, the rest of them just sort of sucked – about halfway asleep when my dad ran in to swoop Julias and Miska up. They were evacuating us; this was the real deal.

The storm took our house, but none of us. I know, I should have been thankful, but that just meant that I’d have to sit and listen to my bratty brothers and sister at my aunt’s house instead of playing my game boy. I swear that thing was like my prized procession. It was purple, and I’d named it Carmen. And I wouldn’t let anyone touch it, or anything. Shit, Julias wasn’t even aloud to look at it – his touch was nowhere close to Midas’ . He had a rep for breaking everything that he laid a palm on. But, so, anyway, Miska and Julias were both whining, still scared for their lives even a few months later, while I just sat around bitching about my toys, and Chris? He was focusing on passing the eighth grade – he was thirteen now. My parents were both pulling the whole job and school thing. They’d both long since graduated high school and college, but at this point were going in for professional degrees, so this wasn’t too much of a problem.

My Aunt Ray’s house was crowded while we were in it, but my folks refused the apartment deal. They wanted to purchase their own place and would gladly live cramped until they could do so. To them, paying rent made no sense when you would never get to make it yours; it was just a waste of money. I guess I understand now, but the five of us, plus Ray and her three kids was nine. Nine people weren’t meant to squeeze together in a three bedroom home. Seriously, I could barely breathe. However, we only had to put up with the tightness for six months. My mom had hit the little, and I’m being serious. She’d hit the jackpot in the Florida State Lottery – two million was in our pockets. That’s not it though. Not even close. Two weeks later, pops had hit the mega money jackpot, adding another 1.8 million into our funds. I guess our luck had changed, right? Seriously. Good bye Aunt Ray, hello new game boy!

Okay so we had practically four million dollars, no house and no means of staying in Florida where an overnight storm could snatch up all of your belongings and possible your life. I understand the ditching of the state and unfortunately the beaches, but why the hell did we move to Pennsylvania? Shit, Penn was like Dracula’s home town and here they were rolling through towards the gated communities as if there was no such thing as monsters. I was nine then, I should have known better, but I kept a small piece of garlic in my suitcase. Just in case a vampire wanted to get me, y’know? Well, you always got to be prepared. Later I realized that Drac was from Transylvania, not Penn state and that he wasn’t real, but that’s not the moral of this story. So anyway, in our new beamer, we’re heading toward the Upper East Side and I fall in love. No, not with a chick – I was only nine, remember – but with this board that some kid was riding on. It had to be the dopest thing that I’d ever seen. I was awestruck and I wanted one. Since we were rolling in the dough from the lotto and my dad’s new profession – he’d finally finished school – I did indeed get one.

So those are the basics. By the start of junior high I already had a deep interest in skateboarding and video games, a tight bond with my big brother and a new house within a gated community. Seriously, things were just getting too good to be true. Julias – okay, so Jules is older than me and I keep thinking that he’s younger, but the reason is because he acts like a big punk half of the time – and Miska were mixed up in there somewhere, but they didn’t matter. They sort of banded together over the years just as I had with Chris, we were like two rival gangs really. The least I had to do with them the better. The best part of this whole relationship was that they liked the father figure more, so I got my mom all to myself, while Christen was out trying to play big-boy. I barely changed in the years that followed, it was when I was teetering my enter into high school that I started to slip.

I guess you could say that it was Chris’ influence. Whatever he did I did, it had been that way since we were little and what else could you expect from me when he jumped from his straight ‘a’ track and onto one that dealt with drugs, sex and alcohol? I followed. I’m completely ashamed of this now, but I did and you can’t take it back, so it’s whatever. I never got too big on the drug thing. Being high was too lame for me. I mean, you smoke a joint and then you sit there; sure, you say things from a new perspective, but you just sat there and I was the active type. Now the booze? That I liked. And wouldn’t you guess, I got addicted to the body art too, but that much is obvious. I wasted a year of my life screwing around with my brothers friends and was luckily able to regain it in summer school. When he realized that I wasn’t behind him anymore, he must have realized that something was wrong. Me not following him was something like the apocalypse and call it an epiphany or whatever you want, but it’s slapped him in the face and he ditched the act immediately.

Getting back into the school groove, I took an intense interest in modern music because it helped me focus. Now, I’m seriously interested in the whole scene, you know? Like the stage, the glamour, the attention – all of it. I’m working my up to it, just because I’m a teen, doesn’t mean that I can’t cut it, but I got my head screwed on straight, now. I got to at least finish high school before hitting that shit, man. If it all falls back, what would I have, if not at least a diploma? Nothing. It all starts here; if I can’t make myself famous in high school, I can’t take on the industry."

looks.

Eyes: brown
Hair: black, trick.
Clothing Style(s):

Now, this is the fun part. Trav’s clothing style is spunk and defers completely from what people might have expected from him at first glance. He adores polos in bright colors and sweatshirts with ‘dope’ patterns across the chest or back. If the top that he’s wearing has a busy pattern, he tends to get it size larger in order to cover up the sleeves of tattoos he acquired in his self-exploratory years. He believes in matching to a point, but mix-matching is sweet as well, and clashing is just not a Travis thing; this explains his need to cover up whenever his shirt has a lot or intense designs. The male does both jean shorts and pants, along with khakis but is nowhere close to the type to enjoy corduroys. They disgust him; they’re all funny looking and shit. Tra’ enjoys showing off various belt buckles that either state his name or some symbol that represents him. As a shoe collector, his closet ranges from Nikes to Vans and from Classic Converse to the latest Jordan’s. He's a big fan of the billiondaire boy's club and above all of those shoes lay his hats. He’s not obsessed with fashion or anything – the boy just likes to look good.

Height: 5'8
Weight: 185
Other: pierced ears and plenty of tattoos
Picture: check the sig or av or something.
Played By: Pharrell Williams
Anything Else:

everything else.

Personality:

wild thing, you make my heart sing

Can you say daredevil? Travis is definitely a truth or dare kind of guy. Hell, one doesn’t even have to challenge him to do some crazy shit, most of the times, he just gets bored and what’s to see what would happen if. Honestly, his curiosity will be his greatest downfall – his mother, brother, doctor and friends have all told him before, but that doesn’t stop him. Besides, Travis’ stunts aren’t always voluntary; he has a knack for being in the right place at the wrong time, which has resulted in many injuries. He got hit by a truck when he was nine whilst trying to run across the freeway, almost drowned after jumping into the deep end of the pool, got bit by a dog in the face while running through his neighbor’s yard trying to make curfew, broke his arm on the trampoline, lost some teeth in baseball and broke his leg from attempting to jump from his roof and into the pool. And really, that’s just the quick list. Travis is nowhere near afraid of pain – the adrenaline rush that comes with something a dangerous feat totally excites him – which takes his mind off of the general hurt for the most part.

bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Okay so, aside from the fact that Travis has quite a colorful and creative vocabulary – words such as dope, trick, whack, fiend and totes aren’t really rare to hear from him – he has a ‘forget about it’ attitude. He’ll never refer to a female as a bitch or hoe unless they well… are one and would never spew out too much profanity in the company of a female friend. He has way too much respect for them to be doing that kind of shit. If someone pisses him off, the boy doesn’t really get mad; he generally either gets even or forgets about them altogether. In most cases, the latter just won’t do even if it is the best option. The silent treatment from Travis is like hell, for he will just completely block someone out. He won’t look at them, speak to them, speak to anyone within the vicinity of them or refer to them, ever. You see, T rarely forgives and forgets. As a matter of fact, he doesn’t. At all. It’s all cool though, because it takes quite a bit to piss him off in the first place. You’d have to truly betray him as a friend or say the wrong thing about one of them to get on his bad side. And seriously though, one doesn’t want to do this. His connections will get him far and put you behind. Physical violence ain’t really his thang, but there has been an occasion or two where he was willing to scuff up his shoes in order to make a point.

santa baby, hurry down the chimney

Travis has to be the most generous boy on the block. There are two possible reasons for this – one being the fact that he doesn’t actually work for his money, the parents handle that, and two may have to do with how a person’s features light up once they’ve received the perfect present. He is totally the type of guy to remember all of the trivial things that you’ve done in the past; even it was scoring an eighty-nine on last year’s math test and makes a big deal at a later date. When it comes to girlfriends, he buys gifts whenever the hell, just for the smile. Really, he’s a thoughtful guy; he just gets too caught up in his stunts to remember important dates and what not. Travis is a true romantic and would be willing to do just about anything for a friend’s love life or even his own, including spotting a few thousand for a wedding ring. Mkay, romantic and all, it can’t be denied that Tra’ is a flirt. He’s a hands on kind of guy and isn’t afraid of tossing out a few sexual innuendos here and there – even to strangers. He figures that it is best to live a little; fish a little.

at the top of my lungs i'm singing

Shy? What the hell is that – some sort of disease? No, seriously. The favorite Price boy definitely doesn’t believe in the condition. The male is a very proud one and would much rather flaunt his stuff – including body and wardrobe – rather than hide it in the darkest corner. Hell, he’s never heard of silence either. He wasn’t one who’d grown up to appreciate such, he thinks that it’s best to hear and know what’s on a person’s mind rather than to just guess and be completely wrong. In public, Travis won’t necessarily make a scene, but he does make his presence known. If arguing with a friend, he’ll ask a stranger for their unbiased look at the situation. He loves meeting new people and is oddly enough, easy to get along with for the most part. Let it be known that TEP is a ham on the stage, attention is something that he truly adores and another foreign phrase to him would have to be, ‘stage fright’. As a dancer singer and overall musical genius – this is only acclaimed by his mother and no one else – believing in the aforementioned would be deadly to his career. Besides, what was there to be afraid of? Travis likes to laugh in the face of fear and danger ( as mentioned before ). He has talent, he knows this much. He may not be the best or most original, but he has something to work with and that’s all that really counts at this level.

Desired Clique: wreck crew

Likes: Angelina Jolie, Music, Skating, New shoes, Scary/Epic movies, crazy stunts, DANCING, the ccs catalogue, mini-vans, skateboarder magazine, pineapples, talking on the phone, being outdoors, the spotlight, sin city, Jessica alba, Spiderman, video games, his game boy, money, hats, shoes, watches, power rangers, golfing, track, rapping, dogs, his pitbull scruffy, Adriana Lime, women, body art, sprite, skittles, vodka, aim, stickers, stunna shades, green highlighters, the color purple and his ipod.

Dislikes: People who can’t joke, his glasses, country music, waking up early, going to church, Ebenezer and the wicked siblings, animated movies, talking animals, dumb bitches, the color pink, tennis, house phones, one tree hill, Sophia Bush, attention and label whores – even though he is one, broken boards, weak rhymes, bad jokes, summer days, storms, rain, wide toothed combs, wine coolers, chores, homework and the radio.

Dorm Situation: The walls of this kid’s dorm are anything but bare. Posters of various artists and movies cover just about every square inch of the room, all the way up to the ceiling and down onto the floors. The blank spots have all been covered by signatures of those who he’s actually let walk within the room’s confines; he’s somewhat of a private person and doesn’t really believe in letting people in where there is no need to, so this much is rare. Clothes litter the floor and aside from his bed – which is covered with Power Ranger sheets, by the way – the only other objects are a small desk and an apple computer.

Flaws: Inability to handle confrontation, funny looking nose, his pride, doesn’t appreciate silence, intense curiosity, fragile limbs, doesn’t think before speaking, flirts with friend’s girlfriends, believes that rules are meant for breaking, flaunts his money, is a big spender, indecisiveness, holds grudges, liar, obsessive compulsive about most things and last but not least, if he doesn’t like something, Travis will bitch like a little girl.

Extra:

Fears: Travis is the type of guy who’d pull a potentially fatal stunt just to see your face twist in horror. He adores the adrenaline rush that comes with a dangerous action, but that doesn’t mean that the boy isn’t afraid of death. Sure, everyone has to kick the bucket somehow, and it’s not the actual being dead part that scares him; he just doesn’t want to die before he gets the chance to accomplish something. Other fears include: driving on bridges, drowning, fires, a storm sweeping away his new life, ending up like his dad, disappointing his mother, fires and for something to happen to his big brother, Chris.

Turn-ons: BLONDS (ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?!), long legs, blue eyes, musical talent, bluntness, sarcasm, athleticism, ah shit. Basically, Travis is just interested in a good looking girl who’ll tell it like it is. There’s no small print, just don't fit into one of his turn offs and you’re a contender. Got to love how simple it is, right?

Turn-offs: Yellow teeth, indecisiveness, bad odor, stick thin, lack of appreciation for good music or a good time, younger women, addiction to the internet, teases, wannabes, Sophia bush, phone whores, myspace freaks, and no dance skills.

Hopes & Dreams: Get on reprise records or start his own record label, start his own line of skateboarding crap, become a decent skateboarder, polish his rhyming abilities, graduate from high school, move to LA, marry a beauty queen, keep the money rolling in, produce some hits, become famous, do something big for his mom’s fiftieth and get a pony. Okay, well this list is for the immediate future, but you got the gist of it, right? Travis updates his aspirations on the regular basis and for all he knows, the list could completely change in the next three days and he could want to be a ballerina. He doesn’t want to plot out his whole life now; just have a basis of what he wants to do in the near future.

sample.

tessa pierson, bryce romano, joey charles, elayne guillory, william rush. take your pick.

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