Post by TREYVON ALLEN WHITE on Nov 5, 2014 10:29:03 GMT 8
Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Treyvon Allen White AGE & BIRTHDAY Fifteen, March 25th, 2009 OCCUPATION Fifth year Gryffindor BLOOD STATUS Pureblood FACE CLAIM Booboo Stewart WAND TYPE eleven and half inches, abraxan hair, cocobolo PATRONUS kangaroo PETS standard owl. ABILITIES/ SPECIES N/A Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style When all you have is your words Pulled between what I wants and what I needs to do, I'm not actually sure if I'm doing the right the thing. I like to think I am though, but that could just be because I believes in karma. Rules are sometimes made to be broken, but it was law in my house that Gryffindor was the worst place to end up, besides Hufflepuff. For so long that law went unchallenged, it was followed and treated as a key principal to being white. Why I wanted to go against could only be seen as a moment of Gryffindor bravery. Everything has to happen for a reason because bad things just don't happen to bad people. Sure there are misunderstandings but eventually karma evens everything out. Even if i'm not too sure that it's true, I'm not religious so I have to believe in something. Friends aren't something i'm accustom too, my brother and sister are my only friends and never at the same time. I believe in the evilness of men just as much as I believe in the goodness of women and sometimes they often look alike. I was raised in a Slytherin household and no matter what I keep people at a distance until they become a problem. All I ever really wanted was for my family to see past, which house you were in and that their children each had their own good qualities but I've never been one to be distracted by fools good. Not to mention the fact I never really liked leprechauns. Caring for someone always leads to trouble, especially females. Which is why my mother is constantly telling me no matter what no girl would be good enough for me. I find myself jealous of the fact that my sister and brother can find people they care about. Not that i'm supposed to know that, but it's easy to think of your little brother as clueless. Everyone wants something all I wants is my family to stop pulling my in every direction. Not that they would know, everyone is a bit self-centered..at least to me. If I were to write down my life in one sentence I would put 'the balancing act' as the title. I could never quite find my balance between being someone my parent's could be proud of and making sure that my sister wasn't completely alone. If I had to explain the way I felt in a few words, I would write 'split in two' because that's what my siblings did. They split me so that no matter what, who he was with his brother couldn't be who he was with his sister. It was hard choosing a side but I always seemed to choose my sister's because it only seemed fair. It was probably my sense of fairness and the want to protect my sister from being alone that lead me to be put in Gryffindor. Maybe it was the fact that I knew I could carry the burden of being in an unwanted house than the burden of knowing I could've been there for my sister and wasn't. Where it always begins Being the youngest isn't always the a walk in a park and then sometimes it is. I was always babied and my mother favored me a lot more than I thought she should. It might've been because she knew that my sister was a lost cause, I figure all mom's have sort of a sixth sense of that sort of thing. Ethan is what is the could the first draft, something that they tried to tweak and perfect until they got exactly what they wanted. Or at least that what my sister thinks, that Ethan is the perfect one but I thinks that maybe he's a lot closer to cracking under the pressure than any one would think. Nothing good can come out of my father being that proud of him. Gabrielle or brie as she likes to be called is Intentional or not, I learned to understand people by studying them. I guess it became my sort of obsession trying to figure out what people were thinking and feeling. It started by trying to identify emotions and it seemed to go from there. Neutrality isn't something that my family knows how to define. They have this type of us or them mentality that I could never understand. Yes I share most of their views and I'm prejudiced towards those of less blood and Hufflepuff...gosh that house is so useless. Neither one of my parents are the type of people that I want to disappoint but somehow I find it in my best interest to make my own choices. If you're not a wolf you're a sheep and if you're not a leader you're a follower. I could never see myself following someone's orders, I'm my own person which leads my back to the point of neutrality because that's where I'm aiming. Imagination is something I'm lacking or so people have told me, but that's also about my interpersonal skills and actually treating people as if they could have a decent conversation with me. None of my family members really understand exactly who I am or what I like. I suppose I could be seen as a prankster mostly because I help my sister out with pranks. I hide in the library so people don't see me and I'm more interested in people watching than interacting. Gryffindor is the plague that has haunted my sister turned eleven and then again once I turned eleven. I couldn't say that I don't enjoy being in that house because there is almost always a fight to watch. Tempers burn to bright and then everyone is partying, I enjoy myself when I pretend that I'm not just their because I want my sister to have someone who understands her. Then again maybe I truly belong there and I don't yet see why, because what person actually understands themselves. From the beginning Treyvon was a quiet child until one of his siblings came around. There was something about both of them that piqued his interest. Of course he adored both of them but as he got older he realized that he would always be in the midst of a constant war. It wasn't one of those situations where the middle child was stuck between the oldest and the youngest. He wanted to be on the side that needed him the most, but most of all he wanted to be neutral. He figured the best way was to make sure that neither one of them had any influence over him. However it proved to be incredibly hard because he was wild and loud like his sister but also quite and pensive like he thought his brother to be. Eventually he realized that he wasn't being influences by his siblings but by his parents. His quiet calculating came from his father and his mother was a bit on the wild side but not as much as sister. That was all it took though, a small smudge of wildness to blossom around some like Brie. He did love his sister and he loved his brother, but he thought they allowed their parents to put to many spaces between them on the very obvious game chess board that was set up in their home. There are things that must happen, after it all starts Most of the time I not exactly sure I know what I'm doing. Those are the days I hide in the library and watch observe instead interacting. I guess I figure that eventually something will come to me once I stop thinking about all the ways I'm screwing up my life by living for other people. Indifference is mask that I have yet to master but I figure hanging out with my brother and father remedy that eventually. Though I'm not sure what I want to be indifference towards...everything? Destiny isn't something I believe in because it sounds to much like prophecy and I hate divination with a burning passion, but I love astronomy. Except the part where the professor drones on and on and on about how much those two are intertwined. Like give me a break who the hell cares about the future when you're trying to survive the present and haven't even begun to accept the past? Dysfunctional doesn't really begin to describe my family because of the years they've gotten so used to what train wreck things turned out to be they make it seem normal. I guess this were Denial would also come in but that's another story. Love is reserved for family and that one person that eventually catches my eyes. Endings don't always hold the solutions to the problem, and some endings aren't always goodbyes. During my years at Hogwarts I spent just as many hours in the library than I did at pranking. though I wasn't one to talk to people I wasn't shy, I just didn't want to be bothered. I guess I could be seen as a loner or anti-social but really I just wanted to watch people. My favorite place to be is the boat house, it's quiet and isn't visited by to many people. I guess I could say the library but that's where my siblings looks for me if they don't know where I am. Sometimes I wonder if in the brief moments they talk is it to ask each other if they've seen me or if their rivalry and misplaced dislike of each other make them forget about me. I refused to try out for the quidditch team because my brother was on the Slytherin team and I didn't want to have any rivalry between us. I decided recently that I wanted to be a writer or a therapist, a lot of people might need a therapist with the way the world is going these days. All good things must come to end...unless the ending hasn't happened yet. Everything happens for a reason Nothing goes without being explained eventually Daughters and sons will either fight or get along It's pointless to try and please everyone but I still do neutrality isn't something my family knows how to define Guess that means I'm pretty much hopeless at defining it to. Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. |
