Specialties Persuasion(victims) Performance(Violin) Craft(Firearms)
Lean, Appears taller than his 5'8 stature due to this. Dark Curly hair sits like a mop on his head, down past his ears, and just above his eyes, Eyes are light green, His skin is pale like porcelain. He looks haunted, his clothes generally marred by a rip or two,. and are fraying at the seams
His eyes have a constant look of fear in them, always darting around, never meeting someone's eyes for more than a second or two before looking away. The exception when He looks at Jaz. His eyes grow warm and compassionate and the fear leaves them, at least for a little while
Trevor was a good kid in a bad spot. His family could barely afford to put food on the table, and he felt compelled to do something to help. when he was about ten he discovered his love for firearms. He was fascinated by the mechanics of the things And Went on to start modifying them by the time he was 14. He went to school in a rough part of the neighborhood in. eventually, the gangs took an interest in his work, and he started helping put food on the table with his newfound job. At 19, one of the people he could almost call a friend ran in desperately asking for bullets that caught fire. It was a difficult job, but Trevor knew he could do it. He made a light coating of flammable resin around the bullet and the friction would catch it alight. Curious as to why his friend would ask for such a thing, Trevor followed his friend looking for answers. He arrived on the scene to watch his makeshift incendiary ammunition fail horribly, and he watched his friend and three other men get torn apart. this is how he met Annabelle. Annabelle was a Toreador, the most beautiful and cruel and terrifying thing Trevor had ever seen. She took an interest in Trevor, let him run, and got permission from the prince of Boston to turn him. Unfortunately, Trevor turned out to be a Caitiff much to his Sires chagrin. She repaid his failure with pain, and suffering, of which he suffered for two years starving, beaten, and tortured. When Annabelle got bored of Trevor she turned him loose into a neighboring city, where the prince took a special interest in him for his caitiff nature. the prince wanted to try to make a Dhampir and figured Tervors blood was thin enough for the task. The subject the Prince chose was a girl named Jaz, barely 8. He tasked Trevor with watching over her while he worked on his project. Trevor grew to love Jaz a sister. When Trevor found out two years later what the prince was attempting to do, He took Jaz and fled back to Boston. He went back to gunsmithing to pay for Jaz's living expenses. when he needs to go somewhere alone he leaves her with his friend, a blacksmith named Jeanine.