Lean, scrawny, and just a little bit lanky, Trevor stands at the not-so-tall height of 5’6”, weighing in about 130 pounds. He has fiery red hair and skin pale enough to camouflage him in a snowy winter. His devious eyes are the same color as his hair, always holding some sort of knowing glint in them. He prefers wearing dark colors, mainly reds, blacks, and the occasional yellows, and the swirly-eyed goggles are kept on his person at all times.

Name:
Trevor Dice

Nickname:
Trev, Dice, or nothin’

Age:
17

Species:
Human

What can you do:
Well, he’s quite good at running and scheming—oh, you mean a power? In that case, he can make objects disappear. He has yet to figure out a way to do this to himself or other humans, however.

Which side:
TBA?

Likes:
-Horror fics
-Storms
-Food (his favorites are anything fried or sugar-coated)
-Video games
-Dark colors
-Hair care products

Dislikes:
-Animals in general
-Vegetables
-Violence (not in video game/movie form)
-Losing
-Being afraid
-The “outside world”

Fears:
Going outside and getting hurt or killed

Treasured Item:
The yellow, swirly-eyed goggles that rarely—if ever—leave his possession.

Weapon Of Choice:
”Um, weapons are sorta dangerous, but I guess tiger claws are alright sometimes.” (check image for example)

Your View:
”This is some scary stuff! I mean, don’t they realize if they keep all this up, we all might die? The criminals might die, too. And even the demons. And what if something goes wrong? That high and mighty Queen might just get shot off her pedestal if she’s not careful! All I’m sayin’ is nothing ever goes perfectly according to plan, so all that’s going on right now? I’d rather stay out of it. I’d rather none of it happen at all, actually.”

Theme Song:
TBA

History:
Trevor’s lived a pretty secluded life. When he was little, he witnessed his dad protecting him and his mom from some muggers. They killed his dad and ran off without giving them trouble. He was traumatized, but after that, his mother became really busy with so many others things, including trying to raise him, so he never got to see her very often. He rarely steps out of his house because of that incident, afraid that something bad is going to happen to him, too. So, instead, he’s grown up in his home playing video games, being home-schooled through an online school system and video teacher, and living basically by himself.

Posting Sample:
“Yo, DiceMaster, where you at, man?!” A pair of headphones were discarded on the floor, multiple voices pooling out of it. Some sounded desperate, some sounded aggravated, but none sounded very happy in any way.

“We’re gonna die!” Another voice called from the headphones just before a sick squishing sound erupted from the television. All went carelessly unheard by a certain redheaded boy. Said redheaded boy, however, was in the kitchen grabbing a ‘quick’ snack of chicken nuggets, chocolate-covered mac and cheese, a hot dog, and a strawberry milkshake; all the while dancing to a tune in his i-pod blasting loud enough to be heard all throughout the otherwise silent and empty home.

Trevor sat at the counter, putting his plate full of food on the counter. He rubbed his hands together, ready to devour it, when something caught his attention. The television was still on, small, poorly animated figures were running across the screen in the war-style background, but ‘Game Over’ was clearly typed over everything, almost mockingly. “Oh, crap!” Jumping up from the counter, bringing the plate of food along with him of course, Trevor sat in front of the screen, putting his headgear back on.

“Guys? Guys! Helloooo, what happened?” He sighed, agitated, taking a slurp of his milkshake. “Man, you guys always ditch me.”