trip november kobaltine

[TRIP NOVEMBER KOBALTINE]

TRIP NOVEMBER KOBALTINE

"Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?"

five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

NAME trip november kobaltine
GENDER male
NICKNAMES tee
AGE 23
GROUP local (for now)
SEXUALITY bisexual
PLAYED BY zacky vengeance / zachary baker

Trip is at best, antisocially independent. He prefers not to be around a lot of people but still keeps a small group of 'friends' in case he needs something he can't get on his own. Which is rare, very rare. From past experiences, he learned how to get whatever he needed however he could. That possibly meant fighting, stealing, cheating, lying, or even selling himself out to get what he needed. He likes his life in a controlled chaos suspended between being stoned and completely wasted all the time to being one hundred percent sober. It's a crazy roller coaster that he never tires from riding. He enjoys life the most when he's riding on the edge of life and death but still has complete control of when his final breath will be. He isn't very shy around either guys or girls and doesn't really care to blatantly tell anyone that he's bisexual. He just doesn't care. If people talk about him and say crude remarks, good for them. He believes in the phrase, "What goes around, comes around.", and if they want to give him a hard time, someone will one day give them a hard time about who they are. So it all evens out to him.

Trip isn't classified as your 'normal' guy. He is convinced that there is a conspiracy organized by the government and they are trying to save him. He doesn't want to be saved from any of the danger he puts himself in. He wasn't supposed to be born so why should he try to stay alive any longer than he has to? He lives his life in an acute state of paranoia, constantly covering up his tracks wherever he goes. He doesn't want to ever be found by anyone. He pays for almost everything in cash but the only thing he actually pays for without cash is his psych medications. He has been categorized as having Schizoid tendencies coupled with hallucinations and the intense feelings of being watched. Hence, the theory about a conspiracy from the government. He hates taking his medication but the only reason he buys it is so that his name doesn't show up on a list somewhere to look out for. He partially believes he's not crazy but that the doctors are actually the insane ones. There is almost a subconscious version of himself that he talks to day in and day out. He keeps a lot of things inside which isn't healthy so unaware of it himself, he made an 'imaginary friend' of sorts to help keep him lined out. The subconscious version of himself doesn't have a name or any visible features. He's just there. His other potentially psychotic tendency is his extremely violent thoughts. He can walk into some place and pick out at least five ways to kill the first person he sees there. Even if he's never met them and they're larger than he is. He won't admit it or show it but he is somewhat intimidated of people with the same mental problems as his own. He wants to be the only person out there with his problems. He wants to be different than everyone and everyday he strives to find another way that he can be less like you. Besides getting drunk, high, and blown out of his mind, he lives music. He eats, sleeps, and breathes chords and notes. If anything, he is in complete love with music. His reason? Simply put, "Music mends broken hearts so scream your heart out." Music helped him to weather some hard times and he lives by it every day. His therapist would tell you that if it weren't for music, Trip wouldn't still be alive. That's all considering there isn't a confidentiality law either.

He can be a rather dark and cynical character, sometimes even crossing the line into sadism. Maybe masochistic behavior. He loves violence and macabre. He likes to self-mutilate himself either by cutting or burning. But despite his excessive viciousness, it doesn't show up that often. His temper is slow to build up but when he loses it, he really loses it. Normally, he doesn't care what you have to say and won't mind at all to tell you so. He wants nothing to do with most people unless they have something he wants. Cash, drugs, alcohol, sex, and the occasional car. If he does want something from you, he is the sweetest and kindest guy you could ever find. He'll tag you along on a string and convince you into thinking he likes you or he truly cares but when he gets what he wants, he'll drop you right where you are. You'll find the brutal truth about him is that he is a user and almost has no heart. Almost. If he finds you cute enough, he'll keep you attached for a little while longer. He might even let you in a bit but only to push you right back out when you start picking and prying at his secrets. To him, it's just fine if he gets a bit attached to you but if you get attached to him, it's over. Relationships or a fling. Doesn't matter. You're through. He's not your shoulder to cry on or sympathy friend. In fact, he is more likely than not going to be the person that caused your troubles in the first place. He despises sympathy and comfort. To him, there is no such thing. Love is a word that is thrown around far too much and hardly has a true meaning anymore in society. Love equals lust. He wants nothing to do with 'true love' or anyone who thinks that there is such a thing. He wants everything to do with people that believe in cold harsh pain and strong, stubborn, and fiery tempered people.

history:

Trip was born in Berlin, Germany on December 11th, 1989. His father was a young rock star and his mother, an actress. At the time Angela became pregnant, they weren't even dating. It was just a one night stand. When she found out she was pregnant, she tried aborting it herself but failed her many attempts. Exasperated, she finally contacted Leon and for the sake of the public eye, they went to Vegas and got married. Despite the marriage, they were hardly ever around each other to get to know one another. The only thing they would tell the media was that they were together and happy. But it was only a lie out of thousands to come. When Trip was born, neither really wanted much to do with him. They had made it big which left little time to care for Trip with tours and movies all going on so they hired a nanny. She was an older woman, about the age of forty at the time. She had always wanted to parent a child because she hadn't been able to have her own. She raised him the best she possibly could given the funding from his parents that came once a month and with what morals, religion, and ethics she lived by. When he was young, she took him to church every Sunday morning and from the time he was four until he was eleven, he believed himself to be a Christian. He lived by everything she taught him and for the time being, it was probably the best that could have happened to him. On his twelfth birthday, she allowed him to go out with his friends he made at school.

They weren't religious in any sense other than to say that God created their bodies as amusement parks; enjoy them. One of his best friends took him to a party and there under the dim lighting and the music pounding, he decided that being the 'good little boy' wasn't what he wanted anymore. He wanted to be like these people in the room. He didn't want to be a little 'angel', he wanted to be a straight up devil to deal with. At that same party, he smoked his first cigarette, drank his first beer, and got high. He fell in love with it. He wanted more and more of that crazy roller coaster lifestyle sensation. From then on, he stopped going to church and stopped hanging out with his 'good friends'. He threw himself into drugs, alcohol, and sex. By the time he was fifteen, there wasn't one thing he hadn't tried. At the age of sixteen, he felt like he was missing something and after about a year, he became bisexual. His nanny, who was still 'taking care of him' at the time, had had enough at that. She called his parents back to Germany in 1996 and the nanny was appalled at the fact that his own parents couldn't remember him. They didn't even know his name. But they came anyway. They wanted a break from the celebrity life for a few weeks. Trip wanted nothing to do with them now. He had his drugs, his alcohol, his sex, his friends, and his flings. Parents didn't fit into that anywhere.

When they arrived, Trip was leaning against the wall by the front door, smoking a cigarette. He didn't recognize his parents externally and they didn't recognize him externally. None of them would sure as hell recognize each other internally either. They were nothing alike. Never had been, never would be. Smart ass remarks were made between him and his father and his mother stepped in and slapped him across the face. Trip could have cared less. He looked at her with a smirk and said, "You think you're all tough comin' in here and acting like your my mother? Bitch the only person who could ever be considered as my mother is the lady you hired nineteen years ago. Doubt you remember her name either." This earned him a punch from his father. Abuse? Sure. Did he care? Of course not. They fought for hours before they even got in the door. Even when they did get inside, they fought some more. By the time the next morning came, Trip had been roughed up pretty good. Did it hurt him inside to know that his parents didn't love him at all and that they didn't care for him whatsoever? Yes. But you will never know that. The fighting and the abuse occurred day in and day out. His friends never once asked nor did he once tell. He wasn't an open person about his home life or anything beyond what drugs he had available and what nights he was free to do whatever. His parents found out he was bisexual and wanted him to have nothing to do with it. His response to that? "Why the hell do you care? I sure don't." So they sent him to 'sexuality therapy'. He talked to her, he told her everything. Everything she wanted to hear but no part of it was the truth. He never told her anything that was true.

They sent him to therapist after therapist but he still refused to tell the truth because all of his lies were now such a complicated web of false truth. After about a year of his parents staying in Berlin with him, he slowly started to become attached to them. A few occurrences happened that suggested his parents were involved in a large drug ring but he never asked. He didn't care enough really. Day after day, the occurrences happened more often and he was sorely convinced it was true. On his twentieth birthday, his theory was proved. He had been up in his room listening to music when he heard someone at the door. Heavy footsteps told him that his dad was answering the door. Then a few quiet minutes went by, nothing. After about half an hour, a screaming fest started downstairs and there were three voices he didn't know. Out of curiosity, he sneaked down the stairs and watched from behind his parents. They were standing about two feet away from the stairs. The argument was so intense they didn't notice him. The fighting seemed to reach its peak and suddenly one of the men pulled out a gun and shot his parents in head twice each. Blood splattered the walls and it was so surreal he wasn't even sure if it had actually happened. The three men left, robbing his parents of whatever money they had on the table and on them. He couldn't move. It was almost like he was paralyzed. The nanny called the police and they took Trip to the hospital to be treated for shock. Since he had seen his parents be killed, he started seeing things that weren't there and having symptoms of schizophrenia. He also started having incredibly violent thoughts.

The nanny started sending him to a psychologist who evaluated him for Schizoid tendencies. They put him on medication for it and it became more manageable. After his parents' death in 1998, he drowned himself in his lifestyle even more, not wanting anything to do with anyone who reminded him of his parents. Despite his claims that he doesn't miss them or that he didn't ever like having them around, he does and he did. But he can't say he ever loved them because he never knew what it felt like to be loved in the first place. He went to college for a few years to be a photographer. Something to do when he was down on his money. He soon worked his way around and became a professional prostitute in 2000. He worked in Berlin for eight years, moving to America in 2009, when a friend of his parents came to his house and told him to move elsewhere because the mafia was looking for him. After that, he became very paranoid about it all and was put on more medication. A rehabilitation center sent him a letter asking him to stay there for awhile to "save him" but he didn't want to be "saved" from anything or anyone. So he packed everything up and moved to Oakland, California.

YOUR NAME Black Mariah
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