In-Character
Full Name: Trevor Caerwyn PryceNicknames: Stage name: Cerridwyn Rees
Birthdate: September 14, 1865
Current Age: 23
Occupation: Performer at the Golden Hearth Theatre. Con artist. Sometimes prostitute.
Reputation: Either 2 or 3. Reasoning: Known half-breed and cross-dresser, occasional prostitution, and has probably been caught with a man.
Residence: Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Apple -- 9.4" -- swishy -- unicorn hair
Blood Status: Half-veela
Social Class: Working class
Family: Best friend Felicity Gallagher. Trevor's parents are deceased.
Appearance: Trevor is a slight fellow, standing at 5'8" with a willowy frame. His eyes are a particularly piercing bluish-green. His dominant hand is his right. Though he is usually dressed in men's clothing, he doesn't bother much with having nice things, especially since, if he followed his true tastes, his homosexuality might be obviously evident in his fashion choices. On the other hand, he takes great pride in his women's clothing. He loves the fact that he's the same height as Felicity, because that means they can share their wardrobes to their hearts' delight.
History: Trevor was dropped off at his father's farm nine months after the older Pryce had a sexual interlude with a veela. Fortunately, the new Mrs. Pryce was a kind woman who had no qualms about raising the baby as her own. She was never able to conceive herself, so they were a perfect little family of three, and Trevor loved his parents with all his heart.
Unfortunately, the farm wasn't doing so well and, when Trevor was about six years old, the landowners evicted them due to their low yield. They didn't have anywhere to go, but there happened to be a fair in town -- the Golden Globe Spectacular -- and they'd just lost their animal trainer. Well, Trevor's father knew how to work with animals, and the three of them joined up with the traveling show. It was their only opportunity, and it had fallen into their laps, so off they went.
Trevor didn't know he was part veela until he was suddenly surrounded by other people and saw the way they reacted to him. When he was tossed up onstage with his new friend Felicity, they were an immediate hit, charming the crowd without even having to try. She told him about the veela thing, he asked his parents, and they told him the truth. It changed the way he viewed himself and the world around him. He'd never felt like he had power before.
He was eight years old when his mother got sick. It didn't last long before they were putting her in the ground. Distraught, Trevor impulsively grabbed some of her clothes and hid them away from his father. He started wearing her camisoles underneath his shirts. He slept curled around the other items, smelling her there, and he began to form his mental association of comfort with women's clothing.
Of course, girls flocked to him, but they were young and didn't really understand why. Surrounded by girls and never once attracted to any of them, Trevor found his own femininity growing stronger and stronger. He was only a child and didn't get what any of it meant, but by the time he was older and starting to feel attracted to other men, it was a simple task to piece together the path he'd followed.
Things with Felicity were perfect. First, they were drawn together for the obvious reasons, but over time that attraction transformed into something different. It went from being something on the surface to being a soul-bond, a friendship on a depth that probably wouldn't have been possible without that half-veela thing pulling them together. They were magnetic to each other. They were quite clearly going to stick together forever.
1877, of course, came along and ruined everything. They woke up to find the wagons and tents aflame. Trevor's dad tossed him out and told him to run before turning to try to help save others. Trevor found his way into the forest with Felicity and Mr. Gold, and when all was said and done, it was clear that his father had perished in the attack. Trevor was officially orphaned, but fortunately, he had Felicity and Mr. Gold. Sadly, only a few months later, Mr. Gold committed suicide, and Felicity spiraled into terrible depression. Trevor did his best to keep her afloat. When her Hogwarts letter arrived, so did his, and off they went together.
Hogwarts wasn't easy. Trevor caught hell from the other guys, both because he was the one who was close to Felicity and because all the other girls pursued him like crazy. He started developing his skills of underhanded fighting and escaping from violence. He fled even further into women's clothing because of the perceived comfort and protection of it. By the time he and Felicity left school after fourth year, Trevor was completely ready to develop his alter ego to help cope with the bizarre social situations his veela blood had thrust him into.
Just as he always had, he followed Felicity, trusting in her knowledge and determination to get them through. Trevor had always played second fiddle to her, and he didn't mind it one bit. When he went along with her schemes, they found success, so why would he try anything different? And, with the freedom afforded them by being out of school, he turned his penchant for women's undergarments into a full-on alter ego: Cerridwyn Rees.
When he performs as Cerridwyn, it's obvious that he's a man in drag -- that's part of the allure of the show, after all -- but only a few people know that Trevor is actually the one who plays that role. Whereas Felicity spends a majority of her time portraying Phil, Trevor makes full use of the benefits of looking male when he isn't performing or otherwise enjoying himself as Cerridwyn. The two made an Unbreakable Vow, formalizing the commitment they'd already made to protect each other. Neither will ever reveal the other's secret identity to anybody.
Personality: Temperamental. Intelligent. Curious. Self-effacing. Passionate. Passive.
Sample Roleplay Post: There was a fist in his gut, but that was nothing new. Gay half-veela cross-dressers had to be able to survive beatings, and Trevor had perfected his art. He absorbed the blow, pivoting backward on one foot to duck beneath an outstretched arm. He knew when it was serious and when they were just messing with him, and these guys were simply looking to rough up a poofter. So, hey, he'd let them play... long enough for him to get his sneaky fingers into their pockets.
When he returned to their room later that night, bruised and bloodied, he grinned and held a wallet triumphantly in the air. "Supper's on me!" Then he tossed it onto the table, collapsed into a chair, and pouted at his best and oldest friend. "Patch me up, love?" Just another day and, in the end, it had actually been kind of a good one.
Out-of-Character
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