Character Name: Tremaine Morgan
Nickname: Trey, Etc?
Age: Eighteen.
Gender: Male
Grade: Senior
Subject: N/A.
Race: Demon
Canon/Non Canon: Non-Canon.
Play-by: Trey Songz.
Appearance:

This boy stand at a height of six foot two, obviously not the tallest guy around these parts, but still towering over many people, and this is mainly due to his love for basketball, having played it every day since he was old enough to walk, it was his passion, along with singing, and that’s what gets him through the day, not his family, nor his friends. Packed full of muscle from constant exercise, the brute weighs in at one hundred and fifty pounds, his most toned area being his chest and abdominal sinew, which is where one of his tattoos are located. Speaking of which, he has two of those, a rugged marking across his lower left arm, and a short excerpt of a saying on his left pectoral as well, this inked in an ebony, darker than his own chocolate-toned flesh, not as dark as his father had been, for his mother had been from South America, thus giving him a medium range between the two, and a bit of fluency in the foreign language just so he could talk to her. His voids are an even deeper molten shade, warm and kind, when around the right people, else they are a stone-cold hue, filled with hatred, loathe, and mockery for humans, angels, and the like, those who thought themselves more pure than him. His hair is cropped short, shaved inches from the scalp so that only a few centimeters remain, enough to render it that others wouldn’t think him bald, and occasionally he grows it a bit thicker, mostly during the winter, and these follicles are a stark charcoal, merging well with the rest of his masculine features. While his figure is slick and smooth, his hands are not, rough from so much exertion and exercise, thus they are thickly skinned, with calluses, and he tends to wear fingerless gloves to hide what he sees as hideous, and when not with his covers, then he rubs his hands constantly with lotion, so the quality isn’t that horrible. As for the demon’s apparel, he tends to wear the typical clothing of a teenage boy, jeans, shirts, sneakers, but he dresses for the occasion, always ready to take a picture, so unless he is out playing ball with his buddies, you’re probably not going to see the supernatural being with baggy shorts and a tank top, that is, if he chooses to wear a shirt. The only accessory, other than the studded earrings, is a necklace, a pendant, that the demons gave to him as a child, which he believes represents his sister's soul, and he guards it with his life.

Personality:

While most demons are furious, murderous creatures, this does not completely describe this brute, for he still does have some sense of humanity left, and much too lazy to go out of his way to kill everyone in his path, rather letting the more ravenous of his kind to go after every person, practically working for him as it helps him get closer to his treasure. However, he is very flirtatious, with an abundance of commitment issues, his life never having been stable enough for him to see what a true relationship is supposed to be like, only teasing the ladies for a while until he is bored by their nagging behavior. He adores to sing, his tenor notes perfect for the position, but he isn’t very musically inclined when it comes to instruments, thought that is aside the point, and his dream is to make it big, be up with the other R&B artists out there. He is what one assumes is ‘popular’ material, for he is charming, coyly sweet, and outgoing, ready for a party, all day, every day, and adding to that his interest in sports brings him closer to more of the ‘in’ crowd at the school. As it comes with being converted into a supernatural being, especially one of his species, it comes with a weakness, and his is mirrors, well, not like the ones in the bathroom, but rather the ones found in a fun house that distort your image, or any that are of a shape that isn’t the usual rectangle, so circular female-intended handheld mirrors send him off the edge, and he is sent into a panicked mode, trying to escape, but all he can see is red and dead bodies, at least until he passes out from the skyrocketing stress, his internal systems just giving up on the spot and sending him down for a slumber. Mostly the only time when he is like the other demons, harsh and cruel, is when either surrounded by humans, or when he sees a happy family, which is when he withdraws and just glooms, holding himself back from slaughtering each and every one of them, with their cheery smiles and clasped hands, for it was something that he wanted, longed for, but when your kin leaves you for money, what else is left in the horrid world for you to lean on except yourself?

History:

Tremaine Morgan was born to two humans, an average family in a not so safe neighborhood, perhaps the proper term as the ghetto, where there were drug dealers at every corner, and a dead body at every bus stop. His mother was a cocaine addict, and his father wasn’t even a part of the picture, having left as soon as he was born due to his distaste with responsibility, and left his spouse and two children behind without any means of monetary support. He had an older sister, Tiana, and she was the boy’s only haven in life, for she loved him, and he was the same with her, they were unable to be separated, the only thing different about them being gender and age, a span of ten years, and by the time he began school, she was almost done with her’s, ready to start her own future and family.

As a ten year old child, with a forty year old mother and twenty year old sister, he was confused by how lonely he was, and resorted to music as a way to distract himself until Tiana came home. This went on for a few months, until their mother collected enough money to take them to a carnival, a luxury they were never able to afford, and this made the kid so happy, and he couldn’t wait until they left. The day went by perfectly, as if they were a normal family, but that was when his mother needed a smoke, and went to a designated spot, leaving behind her children, and that was when his sister took him by the hand, dragging him into the funhouse, where all the distorted mirrors stood, where they giggled and snorted at their warped bodies, but because of that, they didn’t see the man behind them.

A gun shot rang out, blood splattering against the glass, and Trey let out a scream and a sob, watching his adult sibling fall to the ground, his innocent mentality scarred as he kneeled beside her, sobbing as the criminal escaped, another pathetic excuse for a human, and the maiden laid there, dying in his hands, and that was when she took her final breath, using the last of her energy to smile at the kid, but when the angels came to take the soul of the victim, the boy wouldn’t allow them, screaming and clinging on to her frame, but that was when they forced it from him with saddened faces, and he curled up in a ball, crying without an end, and the demons took their chance, to lie to him in his weakest point. They told him that they could bring his sister back, if he sold them his pure soul, but when he agreed instantly, such an innocent thing, they laughed and tore it from him, turning the child into one of them, a demon, and when he asked for Tiana, they merely snickered and threw a pendant at him, which glowed a dark blue, his sibling’s favorite color, and he hugged that gift, placing it around his neck, stroking it as if it were the world, promising to that he would protect her, never let anyone touch her. That was a promise.

He was kicked out of his house at the age of sixteen because his mother became paranoid, blaming him, saying that he had murdered his sister, and he lived on the streets, resorting to singing on the streets to buy the most meager of things, until he was taken in by the school, where he was able to survive, and as such, his songs have been starting to bring him in money, from the smallest of private sales, but at least for once, he was able to buy things he longed for as a child.

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