 Basic Info
Name: Travis James Walker
Nicknames: Travi, Walker, TJ
Birth date: September 30th, 1984
Age: 27
Profession: Tattoo Artist
Marital Status: single
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: San Francisco, CA
Current Residence: Santa Cruz, CA
Parents: Gloria Porter
Parents Occupations: House Wife
Siblings: younger step-sister
Random Info
Car: 2008 Custom Honda Shadow
Hobbies: Reading, hiking, rock climbing, playing basketball, drinking
Languages: English
Favorite Book: Oliver Twist
Favorite Band: Misfits
Favorite Movie: Halloween
History
Gloria Walker wasn't quite the woman that was ever expecting to become a mother, it wasn't on her to do list any time soon, but after a string of one night stands she found out that she was pregnant and was expecting a child at the age of twenty-two, not exactly what was in her life plans. Regardless she didn't believe in abortion so she carried the child to full term, and while she thought about giving the child up for adoption, her parents convinced her to keep it, to raise it, because it was her choice to have sex, and it was her responsibility to take the child and raise it as her own. Travis James was born on September 30th 1984, unsure of what life would hold for him and unaware of his mother and if there would ever be a father in the picture, but that was just how things were, it would be years before he would form his true identity, but the fact that he was born to a single mother who didn't really want him around was truly what would turn him into the man he is today. After he was born his mother really didn't pay too much attention to him, he spent a lot of his time with his grandparents who practically raised him in his infent years, his mother continued to go out and have fun and pretend like she didn't have a child, that was until her parents gave up on her and left Travis with her, saying that it was time for her to figure out what a parent was suppose to be, that was when things started to change, and the years continued to get rougher. Gloria wasn't much of a mother, she paid some attention to her son but by the time that Travis was five years old he could practically take care of himself, he was continually quiet and wouldn't really talk to his mother when she was around, he didn't care much for her, he would look at the other kids in the neighborhood and realize how attentive and caring their parents were to them, and as the years went by, Travis became angrier at his mother.
One of the few things that his mother did right was enroll him in school, and while it was rare that she would ask how things were going with him, he excelled and his teachers praised him for his good work, it got to the point where he craved the positive attention that he receieved from his teachers and he continued to work harder to earn it. Travis had one great friend through out those years, surprisingly enough it was a girl, and while most people had friends of the same sex, Travis befriended a girl who was slightly in the same situation as he was, except she had both of her parents, and they paid at least slight attention to her. It was nice to have someone to confide in, someone that he could talk to, but as the years stretched on his one great friend had to leave, she was taken away after her parents had been convicted of possession and distribution of narcotics. She was his only real friend and the only person who understood, it would be another couple years before Travis would let anyone in, and when he reached the age of twelve his mother had found another man, and this time things were different, she was actually seeing him more, and then it became just the two of them, and one of Travis' greatest fears came true, she was going to marry the bastard, a man name Dan Porter, a banker in Los Angeles, and after their marriage it was announced that they were going to have a child. Now in new home, with his new family, things seemed to be far worse for Travis, because now there were two parents who didn't really want him around, but only kept him there because they couldn't just turn him over to social services, what would the neighbors think if they did something like that? So they continued to have Travis Walker in their home, even after their daughter Ellenore was born.
Into his high school years Travis started to sink into a crowd that was known for their descretion, and while some may thought the worse of them, they were mostly banded together due to the world's lack of understanding of how their lives are, it was then that Travis truly felt he had friends that understood him, saw where he came from and he started to learn things from them and ways to deal with the depression he often felt. He found his knack of working through his depression through drawing and art work, he knew there was no way to really make money through this, that was until he was fifteen and his friend dragged him to a mutual friends house where they were all planning to get their first tattoos. Travis never thought about tattooing before, it seemed like it could be cool to do, and it was that day that he wound up getting his first tattoo, the tattoo on his knuckles, two simple words that has defined his life and truly pissed off his mother and step father when he got home. "Love Lost" was what he started to live by, he realized he had lost the love of a mother a long time ago, having never really had it to begin with, he lost his best friend, and now things were never quite right in his heart or in his mind, and that day, the pain he felt as the needles were stuck into his fingers, and the art work left behind only made him want more, and as he continued his persuits into the art scene, he knew that the way he drew was what could be considered the beginnings of his early tattoos, and he would smile as he realized that his art work could be used for something other than hanging on the wall or keeping hidden away from the world. By the time high school graduation came up, he was eighteen years old, he was already starting to become covered in ink, and after he was handed his diploma and he rode his first motorcycle back home, his step father was up waiting for him. Dan said that Travis was a bad influence on his daughter, that he didn't want him in his home, he wrote Travis a check for a hundred grand and told him to get out. It was at that moment that Travis smiled, having saved up money, doing tattoos for friends and fixing up cars in his spare time, he had no problems with leaving his mother and step fathers house and living out on his own. With a new place in order, Travis began to live the life style few were really surprised that he would fall into, becoming a tattoo artist, working on cars in his spare time, and unfortunatley falling into what was becoming a very expensive drug habit.
Travis experimented with just about everything but was having a long affair with coke and heroine, he could never really explain to people why he chose to do it, mostly because his friends were, and the feeling it left him with was that of sheer joy that he never wanted it to go away. He kept this up to years, up until he was twenty five, and that's when things started to go down hill for him. He had gotten arrested a few times, but the charges never stuck, until he was busted in a drug den, his dealers place and charged with possession. The judge he was brought before looked at Travis, it was his first offense so he thought perhaps he would give him a different road to head down instead of that which led to bars and prison, he would give him a chance. Travis went to rehab, it took him about a year of working inside a rehab center for him to be fully clean and ready to face the world again. It was in that facility that he found himself staring at who he really was, and he hated what he saw in the mirror, he hated the track marks and teh way he looked, he knew he had to change. He also found something else inside of himself, a thirst for wanting to know more, for beliving that there was more to life then drugs and tattoos, that he needed to do good works...Travis found his faith. When he left the rehab center. The unfortunate side of leaving the rehab center was going back out into the world, and it was three months later that he found himself still with the same friends, doing his best to say no. It was one night when it all became clear what he had to do, with a needle just about to penetrate his arm, he tossed it down and left. He quickly packed his things, whatever it was that he truly needed, jumped on his bike and started heading east. He contacted a friend in southern California, looking for aplace to stay and start over.
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