BASICS
Name: Travis Miller
Nicknames: T, Trav
Gender and Pronouns: Cis male/He and him
Birthday: 30th October 1997
Birthplace: Aurora Bay, California
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship: Single
Occupation: Oceania Bookstore Attendant
Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments
Family: Estranged father
Aurora Bay Resident: All his life, brief stint in Las Vegas, returned three years ago.
TW: alcoholism, gambling, abandonment.
ABOUT
Travis was born and bred in Aurora Bay and grew up on the Seabrook Quarter. He never knew his mother, the only information he had came from his alcoholic father that swore she was the devil's mistress and left them when Travis was all but three. However, his seemingly well-off grandparents (her folks) made sure to keep the bills paid and sent a birthday card once a year, despite never really having contact with Travis himself. It doesn't bother him as much any more, but he is left wondering who his mother is and why she gave up motherhood.
He was never really close to his father, but he mostly felt sorry for him. Due to his alcoholism, he couldn't hold down a job and often blamed Travis' mom for wrecking his life. He never knew whether his father meant his mom leaving or giving birth to him, but perhaps he didn't want to. There was no frontward malice and his father tried to show compassion on the rare occasions he was sober, but they mostly just avoided each other.
He was a fairly active kid, involving himself in sports throughout high school - anything to escape being at home and listening to his father's rants about how they'd been dealt an unfair hand, bla bla bla. American football was his forte, and maybe if he'd cared a little more about his grades he might have obtained a scholarship to somewhere a little more prestigious. However, school was nothing but a mere distraction to him, a place to hide, not a place to learn. He'd often spend his periods sat on the bleachers smoking away his worry of ending up like his old man.
After barely scraping the grades to graduate, Travis decided he needed to leave Aurora Bay. He needed a fresh start, and as much as he wished he could have, he couldn't rely on his AF skills to get him through adulthood. Using the money he'd saved up from his grandparent's birthday cards all those years, he bought himself a shoddy little motorcycle that did the job well enough to get him to Las Vegas, Nevada. He'd seen the city on television countless times and it definitely seemed the place to go to leave the past behind and reinvent yourself.
With a doctored ID that said the eighteen year old was in fact twenty one, he worked any job he could get, mostly bartending or being a croupier for gamblers happy to tip whenever they won big. It was fun for awhile, he worked, he played. Before he knew it, years had flown by.
He'd never really planned on returning to Aurora Bay, until he received a call from his now distant father. His father had never told his grandparents that their grandchild had moved out and they'd been paying bills solely for her daughter's ex. Furious, they'd be. They must have caught an inkling because for the first time in twenty years, they were paying a visit in person and from now on, these would be weekly visits. His father begged him to return, promising that if he kept up the facade he'd give him half the money that was sent from them every month and get himself a job.
It took some convincing, and Travis wasn't even really sure he'd receive any money, but a part of him, despite not speaking to his father for nearly ten years, still felt sympathy for him. He moved back within the week. However, he refused to live in that house and rented himself an apartment in Ocean Crest. He'd only turn up on his father's doorstep when he knew his grandparents were coming every week. He'd make small talk, thank them for their kindness, ask the same question about his mother which was always met with a "not now" and then leave.
To bide his time in Aurora Bay, Travis applied for the first job he'd seen advertised and luckily was qualified enough to be an attendant at the Oceania Bookstore. Although, it's noted he does a half ass job while he's there. You could get away with anything and Travis wouldn't bat an eyelid, unless he was in a sour mood. Shouting at teenagers could be pretty therapeutic.
He's been back for three months and still hasn't seen a single check from his father.
CONNECTIONS
roommate at ocean crest/best friend/unpaid babysitter (when dallas lets him) — @nomadjones
ex-fling - @sterlingxlevin
co-worker - @emersonxcassidy
@aurorabayaesthetic
