Beauregard "Beau" Trent

Name: Beauregard "Beau" Trent
Age: Sixteen
Profession/School Year: Sixth Year
House: Shanghai House

Wand: Ebony. (8.0) Gryffon Feather

Patronus: Bear. Because Beau has always felt a kinship with bears. As if he was one in another life. They're quiet, dangerous creatures, and Beau sees himself the same way.

Boggart: Roses. When Beau's mother was killed, the last thing she held was a rose. The fear roses bring to him, showing him he'll never be able to move on, is used as a weapon against him when a Boggart decides to strike. It leaves him utterly powerless.

Mirror of Erised: Beau sees his mother smiling as he marries the woman of his dreams.


Parents’ Names: Arnold and Cynthia Trent
Siblings: None
Others: He has a chipped Tea Cup he broke when he was three. His mother hugged him, told him she loved him no matter what mistakes he makes, and since she died, he's pulled that cup out, and told himself it was okay to make mistakes, and even justify the bad things he may or may not do, because no matter what his mother will always love him.



Angry. Brooding. Cold. Distant. Beau doesn't make friends. He doesn't need or want them. In fact, he goes out of his way to make sure any person that comes near him hates him by the time they flee. It's a defense mechanism for Beau. Since before he can remember everyone he ever loved has left. His dog Monte came first, running away, never to be found again. Then came his father, who left his mother and him when he was young, and then his beloved mother, who's death hit young Beau so drastically that he never was the same.

It's easier to keep people away, than to worry about them disappearing. He hates showing emotion. Most of the time, he's stoic, and making practically every person he knows think he's a cold heartless bastard. When in reality, Beau 'the beast' as he's known around school, is very kind, gentle, and has a heart bigger than most. He just hides it very well. He's always had a soft spot for nice girls, usually dark hair, and dark eyes, like his mother. He wants to find someone who fills his heart up the way his mother always did, but he can't because he's too closed off. He's alone, and on most days he likes it that way. But he is only human, and all humans get lonely. Even Beast.


Reading.
Studying.
Play Video Games.
Practice Magic.
Study the stars.
Writing.


Beau was not a muggle. Not even close. Both his father and mother were wizards prior to him even being born. His life was always full of magic from the day he was born and on forth. He even picked up a few tricks of his own, that his parents quickly told him wasn't allowed. Anyone under age isn't allowed to perform magic outside school, so Beau learned fast to be a good boy and keep the tricks to nothing.

But when Beau was seven and his father left, a part of what Beau loved so much about magic was gone. In fact, he hated magic, because his father left to be with a woman much more powerful then his mother, therefore, magic became a negative presence in his life. Leaving nothing but sad memories, and heartbreak over the fact that his mother wasn't good enough for his father.

If his father leaving wasn't enough, his mother's murder surely sent him into a dark world he didn't have any idea of getting out of. His mother was gardening, holding a single red rose, as she did every morning, to put inside the flower pot on the middle of the table, when a curse meant for another man fleeing from a very dangerous man hit his mother and struck her dead. Beau was eleven, and for any eleven year old, coming out the front door and finding your mother dead in the grass, a single red rose clutched in her cold fingers, was enough to drive him crazy.

But he didn't go crazy, per say, instead, he held her in his arms, whispering softly to her as he unclenched her fingers from around the rose and stuffed it away in his pocket. From there on out, he went to live with a grandfather he barely knew, and was sent off to school. He never moved on from his mother's death, constantly dark and cold because of it, and even now, he hates anything with light. The sun, puppies, rainbows, girls with bright smiles. He hates it all because it reminds him of his mother and that single red rose that he still has hidden in a plastic jar. It's dead, and fallen apart mostly, but it's there, sitting as a constant reminder that he'll never move out of the dark place. He'll forever be destined to hurt, forever alone.



Beau hated being in the courtyard, in fact, he avoided it best he could, but for today, he was stuck trudging through it. Through the stupid flowers, the stupid sunshine, and the stupid people. It was why he had such a hard time coming here to begin with when his grandfather demanded it. He didn't want to be stuck around people who laughed and smiled all day, as if the world didn't suck. As if his mother wasn't dead. He didn't want that at all. But yet, here he was stuck.

He did his best on most days to avoid the general public, but today, he was forced to go through the courtyard, and he felt every inch of his anger grow deep in his body. He hated the smiles, especially hers. Her nose was stuck in a damn book, smiling like it was the best damn thing in the world. And it made him so angry he couldn't control his rage. How could she be so damn happy over something so simple and he couldn't even smile? How was it fair? How did she get the right and he didn't? How did Belle get to have happiness when he had none? How did anyone get to have it when he hadn't since he was eleven years old? He moved over to her, grabbing her book, snapping it shut as he tossed it aside.

"Why do you always smile like that when you're reading? I've never in my life seen so much happiness over little stupid pieces of paper.. it can't seriously be that amazing!" He grabbed the book off the grass and tossed it in the fountain, looking back at her. "You know that smile of yours can make a man melt, or piss him off to no end, guess which end I'm on?" He took in a sharp breath, staring hard at her, wishing he could apologize for what he did, but knowing if he did she'd see something was wrong. And he didn't want anyone to ever think anything was wrong because then they'd ask, and if they asked, he'd be forced to relive all the bad memories. He'd be forced to remember what those roses to his right meant and then he'd really self destruct. And the idea of losing the last bit of self control Beau had scared him terribly. Because after it was gone, after the blanket he put around himself was gone, then what would he have? Nothing and nobody. Not even his anger to keep him company.


Name: Tania
Age: 23
Role Play History: Few years give or take..
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