Name: Trevor Thompson
Age: 20
Gender: M
Appearance: Blond hair. Blue eyes. Fair Skin. A killer British accent. He wears nicer clothes than most American boys would.
God Parent: Aphrodite
Mortal Parent: Demion Thompson
Other relatives: N/A
Education: Goes to Royal College of Art in London. Has a major in Painting and Literature.
Occupation: Works as an Art Critic in a newspaper and sells paintings.
Residence: London
Personality traits: Spontaneous, outgoing, sweet, a bit of a romantic, loves the little things in life.
Talents/Skills: Drawing, painting, writing, laughing. /A
Flaws: Is too hard on himself when his pictures don't turn out right, he day dreams too much, is a bit too caring
Pets: N/A
Powers: None, really.
Life before CHB*: He grew up in London under the care of Demion Thompson. Everything was good until he had turned 13, and had to be sent to CHB. He was never told he was a demigod until some random girl slapped him upside the head and shouted, "YOU'RE HALF GOD. GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!". After that, he learned never to make a girl angry. Er, or anyone angry, actually.
RP Example*: Trevor yawned. It was early morning in London. So why was he up? He hopped out of bed and shuffled down to the kitchen. There was nothing to eat but a year old cereal box and some bread. He skipped the cereal, quickly tossing that in the can before he forgot about it and ate it, and decided to eat the bread.
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