Post by Trent Montgomery on Dec 5, 2022 19:01:08 GMT -5



Full Name: Trent Conrad Montgomery
Nickname/Alias: Trey
Age/Date Of Birth: Twenty Eight Years Old | 11/25/1994
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Robert Scott Wilson
Abilities
N/A
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.

Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Video Games - Trent loves gaming, multiplayer or singleplayer. He loves shooters but he enjoys games like Dead by Daylight, Fortnite, DayZ, God of War, and a lot of others.
❤ Chicken Wings - Okay, chicken in general is his favorite but he loves spicy, bbq, or garlic wings. He prefers the flats.
❤ Alone Time - Sometimes a guy just needs his alone time to play some games, browse the web, or listen to music.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Waiting - He freaking hates being kept waiting. He’ll skip out on something just because it has a line. He gets really anxious when he has to wait, especially for events.
✗ Math - Screw you Einstein, over there making up math… Wait, that isn’t who invented it? Well whoever it was, you suck.
✗ Mornings - Nothing worse than early mornings. He usually likes to sleep until at least noon but life doesn’t work that way a lot of times.
✗ Choice Based Games - He loves games but the ones that are just based off choice kind of bore him. Fuck you Detroit Become Human, Until Dawn, The Quarry, and all them other games.
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Trypanophobia - He avoids doctors just because of his fear of needles. No shots, no blood drawn, none of it. He’ll pass out. It stems back to when he was a child and held down for a shot, it traumatized him.
☬ Squirrels - With their little black beady eyes. They creep him out, don’t judge him.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Find His Sister
Personality: Trent is a pretty normal guy without all that much personal baggage. He never gives up, and believes that everything works out in the end and if it isn’t working out then it isn’t the end. That’s the motto he usually lives by. He likes to have fun and whether that is going out to party or staying at home to watch Netflix, he’s down for whatever. He doesn’t struggle making friends all that much, and can be social when the time comes. This is pretty handy when he has to interact with people a lot during hunts. When he sets a goal Trent tries to keep his eyes on it. He’ll work to reach it, whatever it may be.
However, one of his major downfalls is patience. Who the hell has time for that anyway? Trent can’t stand waiting for anything, it drives him crazy and gets him antsy. His impatience can seep into his interactions with people too. He hates when someone drags out a story without getting to the point. Though the biggest pet peeve of all, when someone says they have something to tell him later. Just say it now! In a lot of ways Trent is obnoxious and kind of childish. He likes playing pranks, watching cartoons, and honestly he kind of pouts in the form of a grown man tantrum. When he’s mad he may do the silent treatment or whatever else you may think of being ‘childish’. He also has a hard head and he doesn’t like to listen to reason all that much when he’s made his mind up.
Traits
Positives (At Least 3):
✧ Optimistic
✧ Determined
✧ Outgoing
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Impatient
✦ Childish
✦ Stubborn

Parents: Jonathan Montgomery (Father) & Candice Montgomery (Mother)
Siblings:Abigail Montgomery (Sister)
Other Family: Plenty of long distance family members.
Important Others: N/A
History: Trent was the first born to Jonathan and Candice Montgomery in Whittier California, followed shortly by his sister Abigail. Being so close in age the two grew extremely close. Trent was never the brightest boy but he did decently for the most part. At least until it came to math. The basic stuff he could handle, but as soon as they got to algebra he tapped out. He had to work hard in order to pass and keep up his grades. He was very athletic and liked to play baseball, basketball, and football. In order to be on any teams though he had to keep up his grades, so tutoring was a must. After graduating Trent had no idea what to do with his life. College didn’t feel right to him and he ended up working a lot of fast food and serving jobs. He ended up staying home, taking over the basement of the family house.
Now, it should probably be explained that Trent and Abigail had a weird game they played since they were children. It changed names a lot. Everything from “Keeping up with creepy Martin”, “What’s Martin Digging Now”, “Mystery Martin Trash”, stuff like that. The names weren’t the best, but Martin was their old neighbor who yelled at children to stay off his lawn all the time. If you threw a ball into his yard by accident, it was gone forever. Sacrificed to the Martin Gods. They had binoculars that they used to watch the old man, at least when he came outdoors because his house was always closed up. Trent was pretty sure he had never seen the shutters open even once. They always caught Martin doing something weird… Like digging up or burying things in his backyard, dragging large bags to the garbage which honestly their shape looked very questionable.
One night Abigail and Trent heard a female scream from Martin’s. They couldn’t call the police, because they were warned many times not to bother them again as they called on Martin a lot while they were kids and nothing ever checked out. Spending the next couple hours watching Martin’s house from Abigail’s room, eventually they saw him emerge with a large box that looked a hell of a lot like a coffin. He was slowly dragging it out into his backyard. They used the binoculars in order to see what was happening more closely and they noticed there were scratch marks on the wooden box and Martin was dragging it to a large hole he had dug up. Scared, they weren’t sure what to do but they had to do something. So they made a plan. Abigail went over and knocked on his door, louder and louder until Martin came to it with his usual anger. Trent used the opportunity to jump over the fence and into the overgrown but full of dead plantlife backyard of Martin’s. He made it to the box, but found it was nailed shut. Finding a piece of metal nearby, Trent used it to try and pry it open. All the while Abigail kept Martin busy, making up a bullshit story in order to do so.
Finally Trent pried the box open and his eyes widened in fear as he saw a dark haired girl pinned to the box with what looked like silver nails or something. Her eyes shot open and she begged for help, but her mouth was gagged so her pleas were muffled. Trent quickly moved to pull the metal out of the girl and once free she swung her arm and sent Trent flying back many feet. He let out a loud shout, which of course alerted Martin and he slammed the door in Abigail’s face in order to rush to his backyard. The woman pulled her gag off, revealing a disgustingly bloody mouth and she ran at the young man as he watched in absolute horror.
Abigail beat Martin to the backyard, hopping over the fence and screaming as she saw the thing trying to bite her brother. Next thing they knew, gunshots rang out and the woman shrieked as Martin shot the woman from behind with silver bullets. The three of them fought together to get the woman back into the coffin and Martin once more nailed her to it with the silver spikes. After it was all done and over, Martin scolded the children and didn’t leave them time to explain. At least not at first. Apparently the woman was not alive… She was some kind of undead abomination like a zombie but none Trent was familiar with. She seemed so… Normal. They helped Martin bury the coffin. It turned out all this time Martin wasn’t some deranged psychopath. Sure, he was weird but he was a hunter. He protected and saved people and soon he would teach both Abigail and Trent to do the same.
Becoming a hunter isn’t easy, go figure. First of all it actually isn’t that simple to find some monsters to gank. Martin was mostly retired, he stayed home and worked as a hub for other hunters. If they needed a contact or some lore, he’d help them out. He was worried about what would happen to his house and all of the things he looked over in order for it to not get free and hurt more people. Like that zombie. So, he decided to teach Trent and his sister to be hunters. Silver worked for a lot of things and fire for the rest. At least that’s what he told them. There were all kinds of monsters out there, everything was real. Or well, most everything. Trent was kind of sad Sasquatch wasn’t real after he was so sure he saw one when he was camping with his family in Minnesota. They didn’t get a whole lot of chances to interact with the supernatural, and when they did it was with ghosts. The first couple times Trent wasn’t even sure if there WERE ghosts. It seemed pretty bullshit, digging up and burning bones but he did it.
It wasn’t until he was about 25 that Martin sent him and Abigail to hunt some monster draining people of blood. They didn’t do all that well, and something happened to Abigail that seemed to change her. She didn’t remember what happened, at least that was what she kept telling Trent. She just made him promise not to tell Martin, so he didn’t. The two went back home and told Martin they couldn’t find the monster and it got away. That was the last time Trent saw his sister, because the next night she went to see her boyfriend and he couldn’t get ahold of her. A couple days later Abigail’s boyfriend’s body was found drained of his blood and she was nowhere to be found. Martin warned Trent that she was probably some kind of vampire, same as the other monster and that he’d have to kill her. Trent refused, wanting to help his sister regardless of what Martin said. The two got into an explosive argument and Trent left Martin’s, never to speak to him again. He promised his parents that he would find Abi and bring her home. They had no idea what really happened, or that the supernatural even existed, so they didn’t understand how he’d find her. Still, Trent made his promise, packed a bunch of his things and he headed out onto the road. That’s what he’s been doing for years now, hunting monsters, helping people, and searching for his sister.

Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I Created The Site
Experience: Lotz
Other Characters: Amitiel , Chris Anderson , Jeff Atherton , Lily Bishop, Emily Clark , Darren Covington, Eric Gilbertson , Sawyer Grant , Tyson Grant , Austin Jacobs , Matthew Jacobs , Scotty Jacobs , Stephanie Khang , Zane Lancaster , Isaiah MacIntyre , Mammon , Lorilee McKinley , Aspen Meadows , Heaven Michaels , Tristan Michaels, Ryker Nixon, Lizzie Shields , Ethan Sullivan, Jake Sullivan, Luke Sullivan, Dean Winchester , Dean Winchester Jr , Cody Wolfe , Samson Zimmerman , Mason Parker , Izzy Anderson , Hope Anderson, Axel Meadows , Beezlebub, Wyatt Clark , Hudson Cooper, Piper Wright, Shawn Miller, Aiden Watson, Drake Crawford , Eligos, Riley Thompson , Jacob Lawson , Spencer Black, Caleb Winchester, Myra Norwood , Forrest Montgomery, Leon Chait , Felix Chait , Maxwell Grant, samuel , Andy Sullivan , Nolan Pierce , Jordan Donovan, Neil Serge, Ryan Winchester, Joey Winchester , Bryce Winchester , Alec Parsons , Peter Larsen , Kyle Welch, Lucas Rhodes , Aym , Asher Hunt , Jarek Nolan , Zero , Ben Braeden , Braxton Grant , Malik Cohen , Dante Salvatore , Caden Salvatore , Dustin Grant , Tyson Grant Jr , Logan Winchester, Daxton Grant, Wesley Jacobs, Arthur Pendragon , Rafael Silva , Lux Bryant , Kaiden Evans , Grant White , Robbie Winchester , Harrison Stark , Grayson Monroe, Kieran Ward, Dalton Grant, Malachi "Kai" Blackwood, James Martan, Wyatt Woods, Alaric Ballard, Cain Russo, Blake Armstrong, Simon Jacobs, Sebastian Grant, Elijah Sullivan, Michael Washington, Markus Grant, Silas Blackwood
RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte. Excclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
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