#charrie: trent wyatt

[ofvillcins]

Trent knew he probably looked like crap but he didn't care. Not one bit. He had attacked someone who was was on vervain so he was a little bit drained. Tired from not finding Hope. Plus it was crowded in New Orleans and he really hadn't found a place to settle. Just trying to keep moving. He couldn't stop or he would lose it. "What?" he said to the person before him. "Take a picture. It'll last longer," | @exitiumstarters

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@xblasphcmy

“Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.”

— Jonathan Carroll, White Apples  (via yball)

[ofvillcins]

[dylan o'brien | he/him ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome TRENT WYATT to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are a 29-year-old HYBRID, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be STRATEGIC, but that’s all a façade to cover up their LOYAL nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to VILLIAN'S THEME by BRENT FAIYAZ, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

Trent Wyatt was born into a pack, finding that he was constantly in the shadow of bis older sister, Lottie. She was being primed to nbe the Alpha and surprisingly he was okay with that. He had dreams of traveling and seeing the world.

But with a sister like his, Trent was constantly reminded by their father. And thought they tried to resist, competition grew.

But petty feuds had deadly consequences. One night while turning, Trent got out and his sister followed. Trent winded up killing a family and when they turned back, it was too late. Hunters were in the area. They came upon them and in the crosshairs, his sister was killed.

Though it was an accident, many believed that Trent had her killed on purpose. He was considered the black sheep of his pack but at the same time, they needed an Alpha. He earned the right to be alpha but his father couldn't deal. So Trent left.

Trent was nomadic for many years until he met the person who would be the love of his life: Hope Mikaelson. A tribid. A woman who had went through so much pain like him. He was infatuated, beyond belief. Something about being considered bad was something they could relate to.

They traveled together and got to know each other, falling slowly for each other until he popped the question. And things were good. She said yes. He even became an hybrid for her. But then she was kidnapped and Trent went to a dark place. Finding any way he could get to Hope, no matter how many dead bodies got in the way.

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Trent looked down at the map Freya brought out. He began looking at the dots, finding out where Hope was. There was a familiar pattern. "She was tracking me," He said. "I had my own agenda I was trying to deal with. We kept missing each other," He stated. "It just so happens people die on me. Sometimes I don't cause it," He lied. Okay, maybe he did. He sighed, hearing her words. "I miss her. And I love her. I couldn't stop them from taking her. How do you think that makes me feel?" He said. "I can try to. But I have one little witch whose neck I need to snap,"

Freya turned to collect the map she had used to locate the dots of their family, all over the city, placing it before him. "She was here," she said, pointing out a dot. "But by the time i got there she was gone." She had moved on to track all the other dots of their family but that was for her to know. "And I probably would have been more likely to tell you if I didn't fear that dead bodies would follow anywhere I send you," she pointed out bluntly. "And sometimes you have to be stronger than your urges, when the person you love is hurting," she warned him. Because Hope would be hurting and she didn't deserve to feel guilty over all the people he killed trying to find her. "I repeated the spell when I got home and found another location but the same thing happened. She wasn't there when I got there. She is on the move. Sadly I think we will have to wait till she stops moving to find her. Perhaps you should also stay still so that she can locate you."

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"Nothing," Trent said, sending the younger wolf away. He had been scoping the town out, seeing the familiar faces Hope had told him about. He didn't want them to know he was here yet due to not knowing what he was walking into. Trent needed to be three steps ahead. "You like lurking in the shadows or something?" Trent said as he moved closer to the man.

@exitiumstarters

open to all; plot: 1. the resurrection — stefan has returned from the dead and is looking for answers. he just happens to run into y/m;; who can hopefully shed some light. 2. highway to hell — uncertain with how he feels about being pulled away from peace stefan realizes that something isn't quite right with the city before bumping into y/m who fills him in on the war against the supernatural. 3. between a rock; and a hard place — stefan witnesses an argument between y/m and another person before he intervenes (( it can be the wrong place at the wrong time sort of thing )).

"what's going on here?"

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Trent glared at the other man before running as fast as he could. He stopped at an abandoned building, breaking into it easily before pulling the other hybrid in. "So you wanna explain what the hell that was?" He asked. "Almost got us killed and not in the fun way,"

Nathan's frame jolted as the jeep exploded behind them and his hands automatically rose to protect his head from the shards of glass that shot through the sky. The hybrid cussed and his expression hardened, not wishing to give the other the satisfaction of being right. "Obviously that wasn't meant to happen." Nathan usually had control over his magic, in fact it was something that he often bragged about, but that outburst had been something entirely different. "Just keep moving."

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Trent tried to pull Hope back when she pulled back a little. He did look down, seeing he was a bit of a bloody mess. "You're right," he kissed her again, moving his hands to strip his shirt off before pulling her to the bathroom with him. He turned the water on, letting it heat up before he moved to just breathe her in. "I don't know if I said this but I love you, Hope Andrea Mikaelson,"

Hope was kissing him so deeply that she don't know who was breathing for who , but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey mixed with blood . It reminded her of how messy he was covered in it . She just wanted trent to consume her completely . she doesn't know how long it lasts or how they got to the upstairs master bedroom , but when she let go of him, she miss it already . ❝ How about a shower ... ❞ She chuckled breathlessly as she looked over his clothes .

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"I don't want to be Klaus Mikaelson. I just want to be Trent Wyatt. No need for the comparisons because I'm sure we're nothing alike." He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Funny what happens when you get exposed to the public. More funding. More people joining into the propaganda that the supernatural are the problem. Every time I've gotten close, they ten steps ahead," He admitted. "Well there's a witch who is in grave need of having her neck snapped as she led me into a trap. But I like to see what I can get out of her before I bite her head off. Wanna join in?"

"Cute. Sadly for you I've spent a great deal of time in the company of Klaus Mikaelson, and he does the dark sarcasm better," Hayley's mood immediately changed at the response, though, heart leaping into her throat. "They've had her for a year? How can you help, and where are we going?"

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"LIKE SHIT? I LOOK LIKE SHIT?" Trent yelled. "Yeah, you're right," He groaned. "You know anyplace I can get a bite," He asked, neeing some blood that wasn't tainted in him. "Or if you can help me get into that compound over there, that would be great,"

Levi was hoping to have a few minutes of peace and headed to a place he knew was usually quiet, but it seemed as though someone else had the same idea. Soon he was looking at the other - staring even - unknowingly only pulling out of his daze when the other spoke. "Oh... uh yeah... sorry... you just look how I feel.." Levi admitted.

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"You and her have a vibe," Trent shrugged. "And I have a feeling she doesn't like me much," He wasn't trying to impress the Mikaelson. Only Hope. "They really haven't told you anything. She's been missing for like a a year. The OEA and we've been trying to find her. Reya and I. But more like I've been ripping bodies and taking names,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked curiously. She blinked. "Uhm. What? No I just got back into town. What do you mean she's been missing? Did someone take her?" she asked, frowning, chewing on her lip. She was starting to think about what Jeremy had told her about his disappearance. "Your snippiness makes more sense now," she muttered. "Yeah so where are you on figuring out what happened?"

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"Hybrid. Vampire and wolf. Some would think changing into one is a punishment but the pain and lineage is an honor. What are you?" He said. "I need some blood so unless you wanna offer up yours or find someone, I'm no good,"

"and you're a vampire, which unlike most would think, i don't mind." she shrugged. "some things are just obvious, if you know how to read people." imogen offered him a smile, her way of letting him know she was not unaware, nor afraid by this. "as much as it's my nature to help, there are plenty of people in this city."

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Hope had mentioned the man before him and he chuckled. "Just my luck... I see my fiancee's dead uncle before I see her. You're the staggy one right. Suit and all," He said as she weakly stood up. "I need a blood bag. Preferably human," Trent said. "I'm not. But Hope is. And I am just trying to find her without snapping anymore necks,"

Elijah knew the look more than most, the drain that a vampire on Vervain could display, the subtle throbbing ache of ingesting blood laced with it - their family's version of the white oak daggers, so he was unphased with the vampires quips whereas most people in the firing line moved away and tried to get out of his way, he seemed to be headed in the direction of the compound so Elijah was left unwavering. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not. It's not like you would be much of a threat in your state, anyway. You're not from around here, are you?"

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Trent smirked as he watched the witch keep talking. Bonnie Bennett was one who seemed to be abuzz all the noise when it came to witches or so he had learned. When the hunter came closer, Trent stepped in the way. "You don't want your superiors to have to come get you, especially when I shove your head up your ass, literally," He smirked. "Plus, there's children around. Don't want them to see that. So lets just call it a day and head on out,"

@exitiumstarters ⭒ bonnie bennett

The proposition of a supernatural council had provided Bonnie with hope, but it was a plan that would have to be executed in complete secrecy if it was going to operate without suspicion. The witch had taken it upon herself to cloak everybody who both entered and left St. Anne's, as discussions were held and supernatural's came forwards as leaders. This was their chance to instigate change, to come together and force the resistance they needed. Her intention had been to return to the church today, but after encountering some member of the OEA outside, she had settled for a café nearby instead.

With the curfew, came an all new hurdle and after the news of the deceased hunters had broken, the OEA were on edge. The only thing more dangerous than hunters, was paranoid ones.

Despite her intentions to go unnoticed, Bonnie had found herself a target amidst the busy café, as she sifted through paperwork; interrupted by the presence of a hunter aching to pry.

'They're test papers' she quipped 'surely you've seen these before, or did they skip the standard curriculum at psychopath school?" Crossing her arms against her chest and leaning back in her chair she added irritated "by all means, feel free to finish grading them for me."

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Trent sighed. Out of the Mikaelson siblings he had met, he was okay with Freya. But then again, there wasn't many of them left. He tried not to grind his teeth, knowing she was right. "I let her get captured. I should have been there and stopped them," He said. "If something more happened to her and I could have stopped it. I can't forgive myself for that so easily. So if ripping people apart is what helps, I'll do it. The OEA is already killing us,"

She looked at the map, at least that would explain it. "Then I suggest you go find her," she said. "I know exactly how it feels to loose her," she said. After all Freya loved Hope. "I also know the risks of bring the OEA's rage on our family," she said. "How would you explain to Hope if you did get her back that the OEA had killed the rest of us because you murdered your way through the city?" It was like talking to Niklaus all over again. The same mistakes without seeing the consequences of the actions. Freya pressed her lips together. "Hope died and turned, something she didn't wish to do, because she took a single life by mistake. Because she wanted to protect everyone from having to die? Even people she didn't know. People that maybe didn't deserve saving. If you love her, and she makes you better. Than let that choice she made inspire you to be better. Don't kill people in her name and act like it is the moral thing to do."

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"Vervain will do that to you," He stated. "Took you long enough. Yes, I have been on a killing spree. Of those who try and double cross me about Hope. and maybe those who get in the way. And maybe if they're just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Tell me you wouldn't be doing the same if it came to Kol," He countered.

❝ Not judging , just pointing out ... ❞ Davina corrected . ❝ Well , I'm finally free and I heard hope disappeared and you going on an all out killing spree ❞

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"And you think that scares me,. I'll always find my way back to her. You can't get rid of me that easily," He said. Trent knew he probably should think before he spoke but when it came to Hope, he had never loved anyone as strongly and he wasn't about to give her up for anyone or anything. "She's not the little girl before you died, mate. Things change. It's okay to acknowledge that," He stated. "Then why are we wasting time. We need to find her," He said, standing up.

Klaus inhaled a sharp breath, but remained stubborn to release it; simply continuing to stare the other down before eventually submitting. “There’s still time, mate.” His quip came paired with a subtle smirk. The adjustment to Hope being engaged was proving to be a difficult one, but perhaps Klaus’ views would change after having spoken to his daughter. Trent had a way of pushing his buttons though and that was rapidly becoming a problem for the hybrid. “I know exactly who my daughter is. Question it again and those will be the last bloody words that you speak.” Despite his evident irritation, his voice remained calm. Perhaps too calm and he rolled his shoulders; standing himself up straighter. "I know where she is and if you have half the brain that you insist you do, you'll do well to bite your tongue if you have any intentions of reuniting with her."