Post by Mia on Apr 8, 2014 7:49:44 GMT -5
Full Name: Trevor
Nickname(s): Trev, Trevor
Age: Appears 23 (Several hundred years old)
Height: 6'0ft
Weight: 146lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Alliance: Neutral
Home: Home World
Franchise: None
Physical Description
Hair Color: Dark brown (Appears black in some light)
Hair Style: Shaggy, reaching his chin.
Eye Color: Dark brown (Appears black in some light)
Build: Physically fit, but not crazy.
Scar: Two slants that make a V shape on his back
Birthmark: Back of his neck bares a small strawberry patch
Clothing: normally Dark slacks, but rarely anything but jeans. All his clothes are dark, and never a tank top or anything that might show off his odd scars.
General Appearance: His hair is dark, so dark it probably couldn't be distinguished between black or brown. Eyes tend to appear the same color of the hair, no matter what lighting it may be in. At first glance, one would think that he regularly gets his hair cut in a stylish fashion but the real truth is he's never gotten it cut since he discovered his own existence a month before. Normally he's found with stubble, very rarely is it trimmed. Muscles are lean, if visible at all, but his chest is barreled and shoulders are broad. Legs are much longer then his torso, but not overly disproportioned as one would notice right off the bat.
Weapons
Pocket Safety knife
Abilities/Powers
Above average Strength
Broken Mind speech (Sounds as if it's a cell phone cutting in and out)
Skills
Fixing things, he has a knack for it
Personality
Trevor doesn't have much a personality, but if someone were to peg one on him it would be the one of a very well manner child. He tends to question a lot of things, especially common ones.
History
Trev's fall to earth was painful, but once he hit it was like his memory of his past life were wiped. Landing on the outskirts of a hospital, blood had poured from his head on that Sunny October day. A passerby would have thought that he was simply a suicidal maniac and had just jumped off the hospital itself, but either way he was rushed into the ER and treated. A severe concussion was the diagnosis, but no other broken bones. He had been lucky but when the discharge came and they'd attempted to collect his name and address, he'd left. Walking among people was odd for him, more odd then he could have described to anyone. He remembered faint traces of them from above, distinct things from before he'd fallen but for the most part his whole existence had been erased from his mind. Who was he? As he walked down the street, people yelled at him for bumping shoulders.. calling him "Man." Oddly enough, for a while he went around telling people he was called "Man." It was only when, weeks later, he arrived at a business that seemed to be having their heat worked on. Showing a knack very quickly that he was good with electronics, the man offered him a job and asked his name. "Wait.. don't tell me, I'm good at guessing names.... Is it.. Trevor?" "Uhh.. Yes." "Yep! See, I'm great at names!"
And from then on, he went as Trevor.
Other
Dislikes: Cats, Sunny days, Phones (Any), Do-it-yourselfers, Staying in one place too long
Fears: Cars, The News
Weaknesses: Can't fly
He also has envisions of his past Angelic life, but they come as dreams. He doesn't know if they're real or not.
Picture(s)
Ben Barnes
Nickname(s): Trev, Trevor
Age: Appears 23 (Several hundred years old)
Height: 6'0ft
Weight: 146lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Alliance: Neutral
Home: Home World
Franchise: None
Physical Description
Hair Color: Dark brown (Appears black in some light)
Hair Style: Shaggy, reaching his chin.
Eye Color: Dark brown (Appears black in some light)
Build: Physically fit, but not crazy.
Scar: Two slants that make a V shape on his back
Birthmark: Back of his neck bares a small strawberry patch
Clothing: normally Dark slacks, but rarely anything but jeans. All his clothes are dark, and never a tank top or anything that might show off his odd scars.
General Appearance: His hair is dark, so dark it probably couldn't be distinguished between black or brown. Eyes tend to appear the same color of the hair, no matter what lighting it may be in. At first glance, one would think that he regularly gets his hair cut in a stylish fashion but the real truth is he's never gotten it cut since he discovered his own existence a month before. Normally he's found with stubble, very rarely is it trimmed. Muscles are lean, if visible at all, but his chest is barreled and shoulders are broad. Legs are much longer then his torso, but not overly disproportioned as one would notice right off the bat.
Weapons
Pocket Safety knife
Abilities/Powers
Above average Strength
Broken Mind speech (Sounds as if it's a cell phone cutting in and out)
Skills
Fixing things, he has a knack for it
Personality
Trevor doesn't have much a personality, but if someone were to peg one on him it would be the one of a very well manner child. He tends to question a lot of things, especially common ones.
History
Trev's fall to earth was painful, but once he hit it was like his memory of his past life were wiped. Landing on the outskirts of a hospital, blood had poured from his head on that Sunny October day. A passerby would have thought that he was simply a suicidal maniac and had just jumped off the hospital itself, but either way he was rushed into the ER and treated. A severe concussion was the diagnosis, but no other broken bones. He had been lucky but when the discharge came and they'd attempted to collect his name and address, he'd left. Walking among people was odd for him, more odd then he could have described to anyone. He remembered faint traces of them from above, distinct things from before he'd fallen but for the most part his whole existence had been erased from his mind. Who was he? As he walked down the street, people yelled at him for bumping shoulders.. calling him "Man." Oddly enough, for a while he went around telling people he was called "Man." It was only when, weeks later, he arrived at a business that seemed to be having their heat worked on. Showing a knack very quickly that he was good with electronics, the man offered him a job and asked his name. "Wait.. don't tell me, I'm good at guessing names.... Is it.. Trevor?" "Uhh.. Yes." "Yep! See, I'm great at names!"
And from then on, he went as Trevor.
Other
Dislikes: Cats, Sunny days, Phones (Any), Do-it-yourselfers, Staying in one place too long
Fears: Cars, The News
Weaknesses: Can't fly
He also has envisions of his past Angelic life, but they come as dreams. He doesn't know if they're real or not.
Picture(s)
Ben Barnes
