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Trevor Field

"People see only what they want to see."

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a character in “Dark Stars”, as played by CutUp

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{"Not all monsters do monstrous things.."}


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| N A M E |
Trevor Russell Field
| N I C K N A M E |
Trev - Just a shorten version of his name.
Pup - It was something his family used to call him.
| A G E |
22
| G E N D E R |
Male
| B I R T H D A T E |
November 25th; Sagittarius
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| S E X U A L I T Y |
Heterosexual



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{"I can look however I want, but I choose this."}


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| H E I G H T |
5 foot 11, though it varies.

| W E I G H T |
180 pounds though it varies.

| E Y E C O L O R |
Blue, but varies

| H A I R C O L O R |
Light brown, but varies.

| A P P E A R A N C E |
As a Shape-Shifter Trevor has the ability to appear in many different forms, but he does have a preferred form. In his preferred form he appears as a rather scruffy, and scrappy looking young man with long light brown hair, and a beard. His general choice of clothing is a black leather jacket, torn jeans, and a variety of t-shirts from bands he likes. His usual ones are of Nirvana, Metallica, Grateful Dead, and ACDC.

| O D D I T I E S |
His clothes are usually rather dirty as he usually has some kind of stain on his shirts that he has no clue where he got it from. He has a tattoo of a compass on his inner right forearm. Well it's not a tattoo, he just makes on in his skin.



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{"We are who we are, the trick is accepting that."}


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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
✦ Aloof ✧ Sarcastic ✦ Stoic ✧ Rebellious ✦

Trevor has always been a bit of a mysterious, and distant young man. He has never enjoyed being in the limelight that his prominent family is usually thrust into, and is someone who rather enjoys his privacy. It is due to this that very few people knows he exists. Trevor has always just blended into the background of his family. Trevor tends to be rather cool, calm, and collected around others, giving off a slight slacker attitude to him. Indeed, it just seems as if nothing bothers him at all.

Trevor tends to be rather sarcastic with a quick wit to him. He quiet enjoys making wise-cracking remarks. This tends to put people off from him, and is meant to do so. Trevor can be quiet protective, and kind towards others. This is especially apparent when around children. He just loves the little ankle biters. He naturally puts others needs before his own. He is rather protective of those that he likes, often times becoming like a mad guard dog to protect them. He's willing to do whatever it takes to protect those close to him, no matter what it is.

Trevor has always been quiet the rebellious sort. This is especially towards his family. Trevor had always had trouble going along with his family's, especially his father's, wishes. This caused a rift between him, and them which led to his eventual departure, and being cast out by the family. Though upon hearing that his remaining family members are deceased he has grown slightly depressed over it, as his biggest regret is that he never had the chance to patch things up with his family, and is convinced that they hated him before they died.

The topic of his family is always something of a touchy subject for him. Trevor has never really liked being apart of the prominent Field family. He's never really cared about money, or the status that his family has within the town. In fact he prefers it when people don't know who he is. He hates when others treat him differently because of his heritage. He can be somewhat paranoid of people due to being a shape-shifter, and has to deal with the constant struggle of other beings being after his blood.



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{"Monster is a state of mind.."}


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| A B I L I T I ES |
As a Shape-Shifter Trevor has a number of superhuman abilities. He has enhanced strength by increasing his muscle density, and a regenerative healing factor. As a Shape-Shifter he of course has the ability to change his appearance at will. He can appear to be another person, but he generally avoids doing that. He mostly uses his powers to change into animals. He can change into inanimate objects as well. He has also mastered the ability to partially transform. He would often use this on his arms, and stretching out his limbs.

| S T R E N G T H S |
✦Fighting - Trevor has always been a scrappy fellow. He has been trained in several kick boxing, and boxing styles to protect himself by his father.
✧Control - Trevor has always excelled at using his shape-shifting abilities.
✦Protective - He is a naturally kind, and protective young man.
✧Smart - Trevor is deceptively smart given his rather slacker-like attitude.
✦Mechanics - Trevor has always had a knack for machinery, particularly vehicles. In fact he has built his own motorcycle by hand.

| W E A K N E S S E S |
✦Stubborn - Trevor tends to be headstrong, and bullheaded. Many say it comes from his father.
✧Distant - He has never been a big sharer.
✦Slob - He can be a bit messy.
✧Untrusting - He has a difficult time trusting others.
✦Depressed - Though he does his best not to show it, he is rather depressed over being both the last of his family, and of his kind.



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{"Unfortunately crap happens. It's how we deal with it that matters."}


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| H O B B I E S |
✦Working On His Motorcycle - "It's my baby!"
✧Reading - "I like comics, and sci-fi novels. What of it?"
✦Listening To Music - "Rock and roll ain't noise pollution."

| H A B I T S |
✧Smoking - "Don't judge me."
✦Drinking - "What? I don't have a....flask on me....shut up I'm twenty two!"
✧Hair Stroking - "Just when I'm thinking....or when my bangs get in my face."

| L I K E S |
✦His Motorcycle - "Like I said, it's my baby."
✧Rock Music - "Love it!"
✦Sci-Fi - "If I don't get spaceships, I get cranky."
✧Animals - "All kinds. I prefer animals to people."
✦Smoking - "Don't lecture me."

| D I S L I K E S |
✦Country Music - "The bane of my existence."
✧Golf - "Oh you are not a sport, and you take too damn long!"
✦Being Told What To Do - "Don't even try it."
✧His Family Name - "When people in this crap hole town hear my last name that's all they see. I'm more than just my last name, and who my family was."
✦Pine Field - "Oh I'm sure it's great if your last name wasn't Field."

| G O A L S |
✦Getting Out Of Pine Field - "I wanna go where nobody knows my name."
✧Finding Out How His Family Died - "I know something happened to them. And I know that it was no accident. Once I find that out I can finally be rid of this damn town."
✦Having A Family - "I'm the last shape-shifter alive. I have to do something about that, it's all up to me."
✧Opening A Garage - "Just a little shop of my own. Not in Pine Field of course."

| F E A R S |
✧Dying - "I'm the last of my kind, if I die so does the shape-shifters. Yeah, a lot's riding on me."
✦Spiders - "What?.....I...uh....no of course not!"
✧Losing Another Loved One - "I...I just can't. Not anymore."
✦Losing His Motorcycle - "But...but it's my baby!"



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{"Just focus on what you can control, everything else will fall into place."}


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| H I S T O R Y |
Life for a shape-shiftier is never an easy one. Even if your family practically owns an entire town. You're constantly hunted for your blood, and because of that there's not a lot of them out there. Well in fact the only shape-shiftiers that Trevor knows about has been his family. Trevor was born to Jessica and Lawrence Field, and the youngest of two. It was him, and his older brother Jake. When Trevor was born his mother unfortunately died giving birth to him. So he never got to meet his mother.

Growing up his father was always protective of his family, and had the boys learn how to take care of themselves by learning how to fight. Being the son of a prominent family that founded the town they live in their lives were often in the limelight. Which Trevor was never too fond of. Trevor had always been the black sheep of the family. Trevor never really liked getting special treatment because of his family name. It was due to this that Trevor first began acting up, and it soon he was seen as an embarrassment by his father.

Trevor and Lawrence would be at each others throats like cats and dogs, often times leaving Jake to play peacekeeper between the two. Both were so strong willed, and stubborn, some might say that the biggest reason they didn't get along was that they were so much alike. But whatever the reason the two could not say two words to one another without it turning into an argument. What Trevor wanted more than anything was freedom, from both his father, and family name. So Trevor would often times sneak out of their mansion, and shape-shift into someone else, and pretend he was someone else.

Nearly the second Trevor turned eighteen he was out of the family home, and with Pine Field in his rear-view mirror. Despite the protests by his father, Trevor wouldn't hear any of it. He had his mind already set on getting out of town. Once he was out of town Trevor moved as far as he possibly could from his hometown, and family. He eventually ended up in a city far away from Pine Field, and got himself a job at a auto shop, which he loved. Trevor always had a natural affinity towards cars, it was a perfect fit for him.

For four years of bliss Trever spent away from his family, and anyone that knew his family. Though during this time he did have a few run ins with those who seek his blood, but it was nothing that Trevor couldn't handle himself. And then it happened. He was contacted by a lawyer who informed him that his brother, and father were both dead, and that he had inherited the family fortune. But more importantly to him, it meant that he was now completely alone in the world. He had no family, and no one else of his species as well.

Despite his misgivings Trevor returned to Pine Field for the funerals, and get his inheritance. But really he came back to see if he could find who, or what killed his brother, and father. He may not have liked his father, but he was still apart of his family, and he can't just let this crime go unpunished. It was during his time back that was when he met her, Brooklyn Anderson. Though it was apparent that she was interested in the mystery that was Trevor Field, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't develop an interest in her.

| F A M I L Y T I E S |
Jessica Field| Mother| 24 at death| Deceased
Lawrence Field| Father| 48 at death| Deceased
Jake Field| Brother| 25 at death| Deceased



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{"I guess I don't have any choice."}


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| C O L O R |
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| P R O T R A Y E D B Y |
Future God-Emperor CutUp

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Trevor Field's Story

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It had been raining most of the morning just stopping before the funeral, when they sat down Brooklyn's gave caught Trevor's and she quickly looked away, funerals always made her anxious as she had never lost a member of her own family, didn't know what it was like or how to act, funerals just bothered her in general.

The funeral had been long, Brooklyn had been the only one her father had brought and she knew exactly why. Brooklyn was a young and pretty little thing, her father would often bring her when he was dealing with younger business partners in order to gain their trust and favor. When the service had ended Brooklyn walked up with her father to offer sympathy for the loss, her fathers hand sat gently in the small of her back most would think it was a protective gesture of a father to a daughter but Brooklyn knew how her father played this game and was aware of how he was more showing her off. He had been good friends with Mr. Field but had never met the younger son, he was using Brooklyn to ease that as Trevor was close to her age maybe a couple years older than she was.

After giving his sympathies Christopher looked over at Brooklyn. "This is my daughter Brooklyn." Brooklyn smiled kindly but didn't say a word until her father cleared his throat. "Um..." She started trying to compile the words in her mind. "I didn't know your father well, but I was fairly close to Jake. I'm sorry for your loss, it must be hard." Brooklyn rarely knew what to say to people who had lost a family member. She had never experienced the pain first hand and had no idea how hard it was or what it was like she could only imagine it.








"I want you to go up to the mansion tomorrow. Get to know Trevor a little but more, spend some time with him. I have letters his father wanted me to give to him anyway." Christopher waved it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "I don't think that's a good idea." He laughed a little bit. "Of course it is, flirt with him here and there. You did wonders on his older brother."

"Jake and I were just friends." Brooklyn sighed knowing there was no point in arguing, it was just her fathers ways, he was a business man more than he was a father and always had been that way. She took the letters hesitantly agreeing to drop them off making it clear that would be all she was doing.








Brooklyn walked up the millions of steps that lead up to the Field Manor, the house had always given the creeps. When she got to the large double doors she rang the door bell smiling when Nathan, the house butler opened the door. "Ah, Miss Anderson. How may I help you?" Brooklyn shifted slightly. "I have some letters from Mr. Field for Trevor...My father asked me to bring them." She followed Nathan into the house taking a seat where he gestured for her to sit, she held the letters tightly in her hand while Nathan disappeared to get Trevor. She glanced around the room she was in and knew it was one of the smaller ones in the unreasonably large house.

When Trevor came into the room Brooklyn stood. "My father asked me to bring you these." She started extending the letters to Trevor. "He would have come himself..." she trailed off trying to think of the word to say. "But he was busy." She tucked her hair behind her ear it was more of a habit than anything. "Miss Anderson, can I get you anything?"

"No thank you Nathan." Brooklyn smiled at the man before he disappeared again, sitting down again once Trevor did, she watched him for a few moments before looking down at her hands, she hadn't stepped foot in the house in a very long time. "I think they might be business letters but I'm not sure. It's not really my area."

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Throughout the entire funeral Trevor fidgeted with his tie. Trevor was never one for formal wear, and even if it was a funeral he wasn't going to go all out. He wore a simple white dress shirt with a black tie underneath his leather jacket, and a simple pair of blue jeans. Though unlike his usual jeans that he wears these weren't torn. It was a funeral after all. Really the biggest reason he was there, other than being forced there, was to pay his last respects to his brother. He never cared much for his father, and isn't going to pretend he did even in death. While he did get along fairly well with Jake.

The funeral dragged on for what seemed like forever. He would occasionally look around at those who attended, taking particular note of Brooklyn Anderson, the daughter of one of the council members. She seemed rather uncomfortable at the funeral, not that he could blame her. He wasn't exactly in his element either. As the funeral came to an end, and he began to feel the barrage of well wishers as they left. And it finally came to the last well wishers, Mr. Anderson, and his daughter Brooklyn.

"Uh...thanks for the sympathy....Brooklyn." He replied with a slight smile. "I know how....uncomfortable these things can be." He gave her a slight nod, unsure what else to say. "I'll...um...see you around I guess."


"Master Trevor, you have a visitor." Was the first thing that Trevor heard as his butler, Nathan woke him up. Trevor groaned as he got up, and stretched his limbs out, making popping, and cracking noises. "Hey what did I tell you about that Master crap? It's just Trevor, you don't need to treat me any different then some average Joe." Trevor sighed as he got out of his bed.

While he was encouraged to take the master bedroom, which was his father's, Trevor decided to just take his old one. It would be too weird for him. "So who's climbed Mount Olympus to see little ole' me?" He asked as he put on some pants, and his shoes. Miss Anderson, she is the daughter of Councilman Anderson. I believe you met her at the funeral." Nathan answered, with his back turned his back to him to allow him to get dressed. "Oh, right. Brooklyn I think is her name. Did she say what she wanted?" Trevor then began searching around his room for the least smelling shirt.

"She said that she had some letters from your father addressed to you." Nathan answered. "Yeah, not interested. Lawrence nuked the bridge between us long ago when he told me to never come back. Why would I care about some letters he wrote for me?" Trevor stated. "But sir, they could be important documents. It would be rude not to look at them." Nathan replied as he turned back around. Trevor sighed, and rolled his eyes as he followed Nathan back down stairs, and to Brooklyn. As he got closer to her he finished putting on his favorite Nirvana t-shirt, accidentally giving her a glimpse at his chest.

"Hey." He simply greeted. He accepted the letters she had for him with a nod as he stuck them in his pocket. "Uh...thanks. I'll take a look at them later." He stated. "So...uh...you were friends with Jake? If you don't mind if I ask....how was he before he......you know." He asked as he rubbed the back of his head. "I hadn't spoke to him, or anybody really for years....I've always been the black sheep of the family. Doubt anybody talk about me much. Lawrence and I never got along."

Trevor's eyes wondered around the manor, his home that he hasn't set foot in for years. "Man....how much went into this place? Such a waste. I'm content with a warm six pack, and a hot plate. I can think of a hundred better uses for all the resources that it took to make this place." He stated rather out of the blue. "Uh...sorry. It's just....I never wanted to come back to this place. All this money, and material crap has never been my style."

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Brooklyn's stomach twisted slightly when Trevor asked about Jake, she shifted trying to get the uncomfortable feeling out of her system, she waited until Trevor stopped speaking before answering him. "Jake wasn't the person everyone here thought he was. Everyone thought he was perfect, everyone wanted to be Jake Field. Big house, rich family, got any girl he wanted."Brooklyn shook her head at the memory. "He seemed frightened...before the day they found him, but he always seemed frightened, always looking over his shoulder. He said something was coming for him. Never told me what. When they found him, my father told me to stay out of it." Brooklyn shrugged a little bit.

"They said it was an animal. They told everyone it was an animal." Brooklyn smiled kindly after a few moments. "Well, enough of the doom and gloom. Jake spoke fondly of you, said he missed you and wished you would come home. Told us never to tell you he said that."

Brooklyn glanced around the place again as Trevor spoke about it. "I've always liked the mansion. I mean it's always kinda freaked me out, but I think its beautiful in its own way."

Brooklyn stayed and talked with Trevor for a while, trying to make him smile and laugh, bring him a little bit of cheer and laughter. She figured it was the least she could do. When the sun started to set she stood up from where they were standing with a small smile. "I should probably get home. My mom worries. I'll see you around."





Brooklyn spent quite a lot of time with Trevor, now she could basically just walk into the mansion as if it were her own home. She knew Trevor was looking for answers about what happened to his father and his brother he told her that much, she thought she would help as much as she could. "Dad told me to bring these for you. Something to do with the town and money, I don't remember I got bored when he was explaining it." Brooklyn smiled placing a whole bunch of files on the table in front of Trevor. "He's out another council meeting. You know you are supposed to go to those right?" She said in a teasing tone trying to get him to smile.

She sat down on the sofa next to him with a bright smile and a little laugh gently bumping her shoulder into his. "We should go into town today, you never leave this place. It's not healthy. I promised to take Elijah to the park this afternoon. You should come, I'm sure a few of my other siblings will want to join us, they can be hard to look after alone, I could use the help." Brooklyn stood up holding her hand out to Trevor, she took his hand pulling him up from the couch. "You'll love Elijah. He's six and is a little sweet heart."





Brooklyn ended up taking the two youngest boys to the park, she stood by Trevor watching them chase each other around. Elijah came over grabbing on of Trevor's hands and one of Brooklyn's pulling them toward the park. "You have to play with us!" It was more of an order than an option which made Brooklyn laugh a little bit.

Halfway through a game of tag a strange group of about four men appeared from the tree line, they didn't exactly look friendly. Brooklyn took Elijah into her arms and pushed Nathaniel behind herself, keeping herself between the men and her younger brother. "You were right." One started to the other. "The other Field boy has found himself a pet." The man sneered, he looked to be about their age but seemed more dangerous, he seemed to have catlike movements which made Brooklyn's stomach churn. "Your brother tried to get her into his bed as well. The only girl he could never get." Another gestured at Brooklyn, her eyes narrowed slightly, she recognized that boy as another one of the councilman's sons, Jackson Brooklyn believed his name was. "You better watch your back Field. Your name isn't the only thing you're the last of and a storm is coming." He chuckled slightly. "The virgin and the outcast, what a story that would make." Brooklyn felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment more than anger.

They disappeared as fast as they came and before Brooklyn could react Trevor had hold of her wrist and was walking the other direction. "Trevor, whats going on? Who were they? What were they talking about?" Brooklyn looked over her shoulder to make sure Nathaniel was following behind them, she pulled her arm from Trevor's grip forcing him to turn around, she searched his face for a few moments. She placed Elijah on the ground beside Nathaniel going up to Trevor, she gently brushed his hard from his face, it was the motherly nature in her, clearly something was wrong. "Whats going on?"