Layer One
Nickname:
None
"You can call me anything that isn't mean."
Gang:
Poison
"Gangs are a stupid idea."
Gender:
Male
"Um. Haha. Yeah! Obviously."
Age:
16
"It would be nicer to be older."
Layer Two
Eye Color:
Forest green
"That's boring, right?"
Hair Style/Color:
Choppy, short, and straight; blond
"My hair isn't anything cool."
Height/Weight:
5'6"; 125lbs
"Too short and too tiny.."
Clothing Style:
He favors something that could probably be considered "hipster," but it's really just that he has no sense of style. His "style" consists of whatever's around, which even means wearing two different colored socks or plaid with stripes. Sometimes it's simple, but usually not. Fashionistas cringe at the very sight of him. You'd think he was colorblind instead of just...well, you'll learn that part later. Baggy, loose-fitting, or over-sized clothes aren't uncommon either, but it really just depends on what's clean enough within the nearest vicinity.
"I think this looks okay! Clothes aren't a big deal."
Best Physical Feature:
It's probably his fair skin.
"I don't, um, let's not talk about my looks."
Fears:
=Being useless.
=His closest friends dying.
=Spiders.
=Being alone for long periods of times.
"Being scared is okay, so don't worry."
Guilty Pleasure:
Sleeping in. He might seem like an active guy, but there's nothing he really loves more than getting just a few more minutes of sleep. Sleeping one of his favorite things ever. It's the best way to block out the world and forget about your problems. It's a plus if he gets a good dream, but he honestly doesn't even mind having nightmares. Anything that isn't reality is good enough for him and sleep is the quickest way to it.
"Sleep sounds greeeeat right now."
Biggest Pet Peeve:
People who are too stupid to realize that they're wrong. It's good to have opinions, and he respects that you have them, but he absolutely believes that it's possible to be wrong in your opinion. It's one thing to have an opinion and another thing to just be a jerk.
"It. just. irks. me. sometimes."
Future Ambitions:
Trevor always wanted to be someone who helped people, but he never really had anything in mind. For the most part, he was just going through school and hoping to figure it out before graduation.
"I guess I never had much going for me anyway."
Layer Four
Thoughts When Waking Up:
Trevor wasn't concerned when he first noticed his parents weren't around. They often left for work without telling him, so he didn't care to wonder. It wasn't until he stepped outside and realized there was a car crash right at the end of his street with no adults around trying to figure out what happened that he noticed something was wrong. At first, he thought it might not be so bad to have things like this, then people started dying and his mind changed instantly.
"We're just kids and we need to remember that."
What You Think About the Most:
He thinks a lot about Bianca, his best friend, and he thinks a lot about ways on trying to fix whatever the heck even happened.
"I miss her."
Best Quality:
He thinks his best quality is his ability to be friendly towards others.
"Do I have a good quality?"
Layer Five
Likes:
+Sleeping
+Laughing
+Making people happy
+Seeing others happy
+Being a good person
+Getting things done
+Music
+Sunshine
+Good people
Dislikes:
-Jerks
-Bullies
-Overly lazy people
-Bad self-esteem
-Blood
-Fighting
-Arguing
-Spiders
-Being unable to help
Personality:
It's rare to catch Trevor without a smile on his face. He always seems to be in this big, bright, upbeat sort of mood. Even in the worst of situations he would be the guy to tell everyone to keep their spirits up and that when things get worse, they can only get better. He has the type of smile that could brighten a room even without having to say a single word--which he doesn't, because he can't. Trevor is mute. That doesn't keep him from voicing his opinions, though. If he has something to say on a matter, he'll go out there and say it. Just because people can't hear his voice doesn't mean they can't read his thoughts. He'll write everything out nice and clear on his notebook paper and, if you still don't understand, he'll sit there for hours simplifying it or explaining himself to you. He has way too much patience for a person his age. He'd be the guy who wouldn't mind at all waiting in line overnight for a game he doesn't even want just so his friend has company and someone to "talk" to, so long as he's not busy with something else--and, honestly, even if he was, as long as it didn't concern an obligation to someone else, then he'd probably go ahead with it anyway.
Trevor is a nice guy with good morals, but there is such a thing as being too nice, he thinks. He cares for others and he has no issues with giving others a second or even a third chance to redeem themselves if they seem honestly sorry for whatever they did, but he's not a complete idiot. He understands when someone's being rude or when someone's screwing with him. Then again, just because he gets it doesn't always mean he won't let it happen anyway. See, his self-esteem is basically nothing. He might walk around with a big grin on his face willing to give a helping hand to anyone who looks like they may need it, sharing nice comforting words to make people feel better about themselves, but he'd never believe any of that if it was aimed at him. He doesn't believe in himself at all. Trevor thinks he's one of the biggest losers to walk the planet. It's quite possibly one of the reasons that he'd go out of his way to protect someone with his own life--because he truly believe anyone else is more important to him. He wouldn't think twice about standing up to defend a friend or even a stranger, but when it comes to himself, he wouldn't even bother.
This is hard to decipher though. Anyone who knows Trevor--or thinks they know him--would consider him to be this headstrong, confident guy, but he's not. He might act like he knows what he's doing, but on the inside he's always second-guessing himself. If any little thing ever goes wrong, he'll blame himself first even if he has nothing to do with it. He's constantly degrading himself and picking on his every flaw and mistake. Even if he was able to make someone smile again, he'll walk away thinking about all the ways he could of "said" that better. However, along with always wanting to voice his opinion, he's also not afraid to be blunt when he needs to be. He never intentionally picks on someone or brings them down, but if he thinks they're in the wrong, he'll let them know. If he thinks someone's being stupid, he'll tell them exactly that. He respects everyone's opinions and believes everyone is equal and special, but if he doesn't think they're using their time correctly or positively, he'll let them know.
"Everyone is equal. Except for me. Don't ever bother with me."
Power:
Sound waves, ironically. Obviously, Trevor can't use his voice to project his powers, so their source usually comes from his hands. Think of his sound waves like a less powerful version of controlling air. With a simple wave of his arm, he can knock people off their feet. Just because they're called sound wave, it doesn't mean that the person he uses them against will hear anything or that he even has to make any sort of loud noises. The sound waves are more of a...non-tangible physical thing, if that's understandable. The worst the sound waves do when it comes to sound is when they pass someone by (for instance, if he uses them on someone and they're close enough for him to knock them down) the person will feel a sort of beat in their heads, but that's just the soundwaves bouncing against their ear drums. It causes no damage. It probably would if he had a voice to project them better, but that's the best he can really do right now.
"Out of all the powers--... I guess it could be worse."
Layer Six
Favorite Color:
Red, but yellow is a close second.
"It was her favorite, too.."
Favorite Animal:
Rabbits. They're cute and fluffy and totally harmless.
"Who could hate one?"
Favorite Movie Genre:
Action
"I'm not a big movie person."
Layer Seven
Love Interest:
Nobody at the moment
"That's not important right now!"
Sexuality:
Bisexual
"Because who cares, right?"
Favorite Eye Color:
Blue or hazel
"Any's pretty!"
Favorite Hair Color:
Light colors, but redheads are a close favorite
"I don't care, though, honestly."
Layer Eight
Family:
Jordon Art
Trevor's father. Jordon used to be the type who loved going to parties and all that, but after having Trevor, he ended up as typical as any other adult. He got a boring office job and would commute there every morning. He was never happy with his life and dealt with it by shutting down and ignoring his issues, mainly by pretending he didn't have a son (nonetheless a defective one) and spacing his wife out whenever she tried arguing with him.
Sarah Art
Trevor's mother. Sarah is the wild type, a total party girl who isn't afraid to drink all night and puke all morning. She was young when she had Trevor and only even decided to try having a baby because of peer pressure for the most part. After having him and realizing her life of fun was over, and for 'nothing,' she became a simple librarian. She was nice for the most part and loved to laugh, but quick to anger.
"I wish I wasn't born so they could of been happy again."
History:
Trevor was born mute. He can't talk. His parents never really wanted to have a child that badly in the first place, but when Mrs. Art found out she was pregnant, there was no way she wasn't going to keep it. They got happy about it and treated the situation like any other normal to-be parents. They bought toys and set up a whole room for their baby boy, wondering already what he might be like and already planning for his future far ahead of schedule. When Trevor was born, they got worried when he didn't cry out. The doctors took him away to check on him and informed them that their son was a perfectly healthy boy, but that he was born mute and that he would be unable to speak for the rest of his life. There was nothing they could do to fix this.
At first, the new parents accepted their boy for this disability. They accepted that they would never hear what his voice sounded like, and that he would never have his 'first words,' and that they would never hear him say, "I love you mom and dad." They were not happy about this. They didn't understand why they could be two perfectly normal people and have a child without a voice. As Trevor got older, they started spending less and less time with him. They went from proud, accepting parents to bitter, disappointed ones. All the other parents they talked to were always bragging about what their kids did at school and how many friends their kids were making and yet here was their son, the mute, who only got friends when the teacher forced other students to partner up with him.
Because of his parents' pessimism towards him, Trevor lost any self-esteem he might of had. His parents became disinterested. Who cared if he was a straight-A student if he couldn't even talk? What a disappointment. Trevor tried not to let that get to him, though, so he swallowed down his feelings and decided to take a positive approach to life. By highschool, he started making a couple friends. At this point, he knew sign language, but since most people didn't, he carried around a notebook for communicating with. He met a girl who was very interested in learning sign language just to communicate with him better. They got along well and he spent most of his time with her. Her name was Bianca.
When the whole incident happened and all the adults disappeared, he and Bianca stuck together until the gangs started showing up. Bianca wanted to take a stand. She wanted to tell these kids that fighting would not solve their problems and that the only way any of them were ever going to get out of there was if they worked together, not by creating violent gangs for pointless reasons. They needed friendship and organization. Trevor respected her for that. She told him a plan about joining the gangs and trying to convince them, somehow, to come together as one, to influence their leads and get them to stop this stupid gang nonsense and work together. Unfortunately, this plan was cut short when Bianca was killed. Trevor learned about this through indirect resources and was absolutely devastated.
"The violence needs to stop. This is nonsense."
Other:
-Half the time when he laughs, he ends up crying. Not the sad sort of crying, but tears come to his eyes and might stream down his face. He thinks it's annoying and kind of embarrassing and really wishes it didn't happen.
-In case you didn't see it in his History, Trevor is mute, which means he can't speak or laugh. His vocal chords are defective. He knows sign language, but since most people don't understand it, he always carries around a notebook and a pen to communicate with people.
"It doesn't bother me. Really."
Theme Song:
Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man