Trevor Anthony Schumacher

[trevor anthony schumacher]

The Basics

Well hello there, beautiful. Yes, I'm looking in the mirror. I'm not, really, I'm just kidding, because you would think I was looking in the mirror. I know what people say about me.. and it's not all happy and nice. My full name is Trevor Anthony Schumacher. Some people pronounce my name shoe-maker or shoe-masher. No. Just no. It's shoe-mahcker.. yeah, if that's pronounceable. I should probably hurry the hell along, I'm already dragging it on. Some peeps call me Trev, the Trevster, Trevlicious, Trevera, Travisty, or even Trevor. Okay.. most of those I made up. So what? Back home in this little world called America, some of my home dogs called me Shrooms. Derived from my last name. They even would call me Tony just to piss me off.... because that was my middle name. Enough about names. I was born on Halloween; October 31st. I know, I love Halloween. I like dressing up. I usually go as a fairy princess unicorn from the land of the elves. I'm actually a guy, though, and I enjoy the warmth of females. I sometimes like to wear their clothes, but that doesn't mean I like men. I'm nineteen. I'm getting old and it's scary. I'm original. I'm unique. I'm one of a kind.

The Magic

I used to go to Hogwarts back in the day. Like, say, last year. Yeah I wreaked havoc and ate fetuses as a young Hufflepuffian. I like Hufflepuff. Mostly becuase I like to say Hufflepuff. Say it with me. Hufflepuff. Wasn't that fun? I'm a muggle born. Both my parents were muggles and I come from the muggle lands of mugglecy. Yeah, so I can get a lot of crap for that. Annoying, I know. My wand is willow, just shy of eleven inches, and with a core of kraken heartstring. Pretty sweet. For my love of muggles and my personal feelings about muggle/magic relations, I chose the path of being trained as an Obliviator at the Ministry of Magic. It also makes me feel important. Who doesn't love feeling important? I'm also the bartender at the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade. It sucks and smells like goat, but I have to make money somehow. I refuse to become a male prostitute. I'm not really one to get in the mix of any sort of disputes or, you know, wars. If I lived back in the day, I'd be one of them hippies who held up signs that said something about.. not liking war? Yes, I don't like to get involved, so I remain neutral.

The Appearance

Well I have long, luscious blond hair that goes to about the center of my back. I curl it often so it bounces. I have plump lips that always have hot red lipstick applied to them. I wear dangly earrings and too much eye liner, and I dress like a slut. Your ordinary teenage girl. I kid, I kid. I love talking about what a pretty man I am. I have this great, long hair that even I enjoy running my hands through from time to time. Reaches my ears-ish area. I'm thinking of cutting it, though. You know, get a chance to change something so my life isn't so terribly boring. It's like this blond, with some brown all up in there. As much as it may look like I spend a lot of time on my hair, I don't. It's just awesome naturally. I do comb it though. It sometimes looks even hotter after I get out of bed. When it's sticking up everywhere. I call it my sex hair. My eyes are quite blue. People stare into them sometimes and make comments on how great they are. It's all good. Even I stare at my reflection in the mirror from time to time enviously. But why should I feel any envy? That's me. I go 'look at that stud. Damn fine.' They can look even brighter in the sun, but I hate how the sun effects me. Perhaps it's because my eye color is so light, but the sun seems so bright to me compared to other people. Sunglasses are my friend. I stand at about five feet, seven inches. I'm not a basketball player. I don't have any birth defects that I've discovered yet. Well, I do have one birth defect. They've been with me since birth and they are a defect. Freaking dimples. That's what people call them. But these ones aren't normal. They're freaking huge. Like parenthesis around my mouth. But apparently that's cute to some people. I'd rather call them 'smile lines', because dimples aren't supposed to be that obnoxious. Like.. they blind people. Honestly, they make me look like an old man when I smile. Or I'm just getting paranoid. Whatever the reason.. kids, come to me if you're hiding from anyone. You can literally crawl up into those wrinkles and hide in there. I used to wear muggle braces when I was younger, so my teeth are really awesome. Like, straight and all. I sometimes use the Crest white strips to help me have that great, bright white smile that blinds people and make them run into trashcans as they're passing by me. No I'm not trying to throw my sponsors into this interview, that's just the brand I use. So now you know, if you want my teeth, use Crest white strips. I like dressing in something that's comfortable, and nothing really brand name. I like hoodies the most. I'm glad I'm out of Hogwarts because those school robes were a hassle. People say I look like this bloke named Sterling Knight. But really.. I don't think anyone can look as freaky, yet oddly attractive, as I can.

The Personality

I'll try to make this short and sweet, but knowing me, that's not going to happen. When I start talking about myself I can easily get carried away. I'm just so interesting and unique. You'll never find another Trevor Schumacher. Well, you might.. because they might have the same name.. but they won't be like me. You may have heard that I'm what kids these days call a 'player' or maybe even a 'man whore'. Yes, I whore myself out there. Not really.. Well, I was more of a man slut back in my 5th and 6th year. I've sort of slowly become more tamed. I don't think I can ever be completely tamed though. I'm a wild beast. I love muggles, even though I'm a wizard. Well, I am muggle born, after all. I lived life as a muggle for the first eleven years. All of my friends back home in America are muggles. My parents are muggles. My older sister is a muggle. I really hate it when those stupid purebloods think they're better than you just because they have a ton of magical ancestry in their blood. They need to back the hell off and take a damn seat. They make me pressed. I hate the word 'mudblood' because it gets under my skin and I take offense to it. It used to not be so bad, but I hear it so much now that it pisses me off easily. I hate dogs. They slobber freaking everywhere. Like the big saint bernards or whatever you call them. When they shake their head, the drool flies from their mouth and hits the ceiling. I saw it happen once. It's a true story. Also, freaking same animal. His drool is all white and nasty. My friend tried to wipe it on my face and I started gagging and literally threw up in my mouth like that time when I was twelve and my dad farted in the car and wouldn't roll down the windows and the taste and smell of his fart hit me like a truck. Do you see what I'm saying? I hate bees because they freaking sting people, and wasps and stuff. People say they're more scared of you then you are of them, like with spiders.. I also hate spiders, but.. What, did they tell you that? How would you know? Damn! They piss me off. Seriously I don't think a spider has ever said 'damn, this bitch scares me!'. No, what they really say is 'Son of a mother duck, I can't wait to eat this bastard for desert'. I like cats because they're cute and soft. I'm getting one soon. I also have a new fondness for penguins. I like girls. Girls are great. Not their personalities, though. They can be extremely annoying and needy. I like Annie. She's worthy. Potions sucks because I hate mixing things. and measuring crap and all that dumb stuff. I love being the center of attention. I hate teachers pets and I usually try and be obnoxious whenever I'm anywhere. When I attended Hogwarts I was a bit of a class clown. I also enjoy yelling inappropriate things randomly. I love to make people laugh. It's my specialty, and I'm pretty great at it. I love music. I learned how to play the guitar, piano, and drums at an early age. Yeah, without doing magic! All natural! Suckers! Yeah it takes true skill to be able to play an instrument, and I know three. I really hate bizatchy people who never like to have fun. Usually the uppity freaks who think they have to get perfect grades and lead a hugely successful life. I like to fly but I don't really like quidditch. I kind of sucked at it. I like sports, though. Like American football. Maybe even some baseball. Go Yankees. It sucks, going to school here instead of the high school in the muggle city I live in, because then I'd actually get to play sports I'm interested in. I'm loud and normally don't think before I speak.. sorry about that Annie. Yeah, it can be pretty bad when I say dumb things I don't mean. I used to get detention all the time because I was a disruption to the damn learning environment. Well I'm sorry I like to have fun, loser. Secrets, secrets.. well, I'm afraid of commitment and relationships, and I don't believe in love or God. Ta da. Oh, and one last thing.. not really a secret, but I don't get along well with my family. My sister is a jealous bitch who wishes she got the magical powers and my parents think I'm a freak. And that's the end of my complex personality.

The Background

I was born in Los Angeles, California. It's sunny and warm there. It's located in the Unites States. Yeah, I'm American so pants to me does not mean what it means to people I'm associated with. You'd think that being around here for so long attending Hogwarts, I may have picked up on the accent or terms, but not really. Being a foreigner is all good with me. I have a mom, a dad, and an older sister. My older sister is four years older than me and she's already married, and her name is Megan. My mom is a paranormal investigator named Amber and my dad is a police officer named David and they're both 46. You'd think they would be more accepting of me, with my mom a paranormal investigator and all. Wrong. They still think I'm freaky and somehow 'bad'. They were around a lot during my younger stages of life, though. They got me into music and sports and I was doing just great until I got that letter from Hogwarts. Yeah, then it got a little awkward from there. They liked my older sister more after that, since I used to be the favorite. So I started to drift more and more away from my family. I was never invited home over the holidays and during the summer I normally just hung out with my muggle friends. None of my muggle friends knew about where I went during the school year. I just said it was a boarding school in England. My parents don't necessarily hate me. They used to send me gifts on holidays and such. The rare and occasional letter, too. They're just an average muggle family, though, and they're not rich but they get by just fine.

My Hogwarts years were pretty normal. I mean, how else do you explain going to a castle to learn magic? Yeah. My seventh year, though, I sort of started to change. Not too much, though, I just started not being such a skank. I mean, I hate change, but deep down inside, I know this is for the better. Of course, I'll never admit that someone had anything to do with my change. I like to think that I changed all on my own. It makes me feel better. Though change is scary, it's not like anything drastic happened. I'm still loud, obnoxious, and random. So it's all good. Now that I'm out of Hogwarts and starting my career as an Obliviator, I'm pretty sure I'm set for the future. I'll never marry, or have children, by the way. It's against my religion, and would just mess with my system of life. So now I'll just finish up my training, get some extra moo-lah at the Hog's Head.. and that's pretty much it.

The Roleplayer

Sam is what they call me. Found this place forever ago on proboards. I play Samantha Lichtscheidl and Kelsie Dalton. Been doing this for 6-ish years, on and off. ANNNNDDD are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cough drop?

The Credits

okay, so listen up. this application was made by vicky from a changed hogwarts. if you want to use it for your site, just ask her, but make sure that you leave the credit on! if you don't, then i'll send my army of flying pigs to come and get you! that includes both asking and leaving the credit, because she will not be pleased if you don't.