Iniquitous
Hella Cool.
➜What is your full name?
”Ooo, full names. Aren’t we thorough? Travis Levi Chartier.”
➜How old are you?
”Eighteen, love. I’ve got to be somewhere soon. How formal are we talkin' bout here?”
➜When is your birthday?
”Pretty fucking formal then. February Twenty-eighth. Does this mean you’re getting me a present?”
➜Describe yourself (appearance)
”I’m literally sitting right in front of you. How would you describe me?
Travis stands at a whopping six foot-four, his lean muscular build littered with tattoos. At first glance many think Travis is an upstanding individual, with his gentle features and innocent demeanor, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
➜Describe your life (biography)
“Ha ha. No.”
Travis was born as a product of a famous American businessman and a French model. Though neither of his parents particularly gave a shit about him, he had no complaints about his life, perfectly content with simply existing as a "typical" teenager in the suburban streets of California. Where typical was days spent with tutors grooming him in languages and music, with little time for friends and oppressive loneliness. However, the day his father left their massive mansion for a supposed business trip, his contentment was shattered. Travis' father was gone for an entire year, and despite mercilessly questioning his hardworking mother, who had stepped up and became a parent,Travis couldn’t figure out where his father had disappeared to. One day his old man randomly returned, strolling back into their lives as if nothing had happened. His mother accepted his absence, all of Travis’s questions met with, “It was an extensive business venture, Trav. Don’t worry. Your father’s back now. That’s all that matters.”
He never accepted his mother’s excuses, part of him feeling as if he was crazy, upset by something that didn't matter to anyone else but himself. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Travis began investigating his father’s whereabouts, hiring a private detective with the money he managed to scrape together from his minimum wage job. Eventually the news was delivered to him; his father had engaged in an illicit affair with an underage girl and fathered a child, abandoning her before she could give birth. Travis was more than furious, his fist connecting with his father’s face as he reigned blow after blow upon him. His mother’s interference was the only thing that stayed his hand, and Travis was sure he'd have killed his father, if she wouldn't have been there. After spending the night in prison for assault and contemplating his father’s betrayal, Travis figured the best way to get back at him was to blackmail him for everything he was worth. The hardworking boy vanished and was replaced with the indifferent Travis you see today, deciding not to put his trust in anything, especially after his father’s betrayal. He desperately wanted to make amends with the girl his father had abandoned, hoping they could find solace together, and his dream was soon realized when his father applied for a transfer to Kingdom Chrest. He wasn’t surprised at their sudden move, especially with Travis’s blackmailing, but the girl, Carmen, wasn’t too happy seeing Travis and his father, refusing to believe any of the sincerities he attempted to make. He assumed the role of her protector from the shadows, managing to see his only sibling with false promises and empty threats. Though Carmen absolutely despises him, he sees her as the only positive decision his father made, their child and his only sibling, holding one of the few soft spots his heart contains.
➜What are you like? (personality)
”I’m your wildest dreams and worst fears all rolled into one irresistible package. Bask in my glory. I don’t mind.”
Travis can best be described as a sardonic, apathetic, and excessively charming. For whatever reason, his refusal to take anything too seriously and his snarky jabs at practically everyone and everything force people to migrate to him. His journey through Kingdom Chrest’s hallways is always met with playful “hellos” and sultry winks, and Travis loves the attention. His teachers, however, tire of his apathy, and have pulled him aside many times in the hopes of setting his straight. He meets their guidance with the same response every time, "Fuck Off." He’s by no means stupid, but he feels as though being in class is complete waste of time, especially when he shows up for the exams and aces them with ease.
There are few things that make Travis angry, and it requires an extreme amount of dedication at the antagonist’s expense. Any mention of his father or a threat to his sibling will send him over the edge, his fist flying before he’s even had a chance to consider the person's words. He feels as though Cecilia, his sister, is the only good thing that his father has ever produced and is fiercely protective of her. His poor choices, however, have left Travis with bad anxiety and a tendency to keep people at an arm's distance. He is a friend to many, but considers few in his inner circle. Deep down, Travis hates who is he, so he's created this larger than life personality, no longer able to determine who he was before his descent into drugs and blackmailing.
➜What are you all about? (Likes and hobbies)
” Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. You think I’m joking, love. I’m not.”
It’s just as Travis says. He has a proclivity for beautiful women and uses his natural good looks and effortless charm to bewitch even the frostiest of babes. Though he doesn’t engage in hard drugs any longer, he still smokes the occasional blunt and can typically found with a cigarette in his mouth.
When he’s not engaging in all manner of debauchery, Travis can be quite the cultured gentleman, having surprising intelligence. He has a love of ancient cultures, not to mention his impressive skill with the piano. Growing up in a rich household, with the promise of inheriting his father's political dynasty has helped with this greatly.
➜What are your dreams and aspirations?
”To just do whatever the fuck I want with no consequences. That would be incredible.”
Travis truly desires to be a famous piano player, but if that doesn’t work he’d want to attend med school and become a pediatrician. He’s got a huge soft spot for kids. And if all else fails, well...there's always politics.
➜Any Enemies?
”Eh, nobody worth mentioning.”
➜Desired clique to be in. (You may or may not get in.)
”I'm the leader of the badasses, baby.”
Badasses.
➜What Community to do you live in?
”Princeton Park. If you want to swing by sometime, I’m not completely opposed.”
➜Where do you hang out at?
”Wherever there is entertainment, darling.
Pretty much everywhere, but his favorites are the bar , café, and local museum.
➜What classes are you taking? (Pick three.)
”School. Really? How fucking boring.”
French IV
Fine Art
Creative Writing
➜Extra Curricular? (Pick three including sports, clubs, etc.)
”Don’t have time. Well I suppose that’s a lie. I do, but it’s used for more entertaining purposes.”
➜What's your dirty little secret(s)? (You must have at least one.)
”Don’t make me laugh.”
-On a business trip his father met his fellow classmate resulting in the adorable little toddler. His mother has no idea, and Travis blackmails his father every chance he gets. Occasionally he’ll go and visit his little half-sister, much to Carmen’s chagrin, but he swears it’s only out of the goodness of his heart. This is one of the few instances where he’s genuine in his intentions.
-He used to have a severe drug addiction, but after landing himself in the hospital, he’s since quit. However that doesn’t prevent him from purchasing the occasional blunt from Issiah whenever it strikes his fancy.
-He’s secretly a skilled piano player, which is why he and Jessi are so mysteriously close, besides, of course, their shared home state. Occasionally he’ll play accompaniment for her, but he keeps his talent a secret, fearful that “his girly shit” will ruin his overall detached demeanor.
-He extorts his father for money and has been participating in underground fights on the side.
-He's got some local cops on retainer, lining their pockets with his father's money. Never know when you might want somebody arrested.
➜Anything else?
As much as I’d love to keep talking about meaningless shit. I’m going to call it a day. Toodles, love.
Travis is covered in tattoos, both of his muscular arms containing full sleeves. He also loves to bum cigarettes, claiming they possesses the perfect brand when in fact he’s just too lazy to buy his own.
He also changed his last name to his mother's maiden one, attempting to shed any part of his father's influence on his life.
He speaks French fluently.
