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Trev Ander, Vigilante
« on: April 11, 2015, 04:40:44 pm »
Prologue   
+ NAME + Trevan Ander
+ ALIAS +  Trev, “Howler”
+ AGE + 25
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + The Claw
+ BORN + Mid-Summer
+ ORIGIN + Vhanhelis, Aedolis
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + Haviah, Aedolis, but travels from time to time
+ OCCUPATION + Vigilante / Ass-kicker
+ COUNTENANCE + Dark blue hair / Hazel-red eyes
+ STATURE + 6’2” / 188 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Unknown



CH. I – Painting a Portrait
A slim brow encompasses his eyes, with low eye brows and deep set eyes.  Trevan knows that if he were a pop star, he could get anybody he wanted with his eyes alone, as unique as they are.  If he cared to do so that was.  He’s a well-built athlete so to speak.  What he does in his recreational time does require a great deal of athletic ability.  He has a few scars here and there, scuffs and scrapes from injuries while ‘on the job’, but they’re not something he brags about.

His hair is roughly cut, scraggly on his head, but always pushed back and out of his face.  His lips are thin, and when they grin, they stretch out wide, almost in mocking amusement.  But most of the people don’t get to see his face when he wears his mask.

 + NOTABLE MARKS +
Nothing particularly special, save for a small helix-like birthmark on his lower back.

CH II – Mental Make-up
Trev is used to thinking on his feet, and has learned to become slippery enough to get out of trouble by the skin of his teeth.  He’s highly adaptive, knowing when to stand out, and when to slink by as if he were supposed to be there all along.  Trev can’t be sure how to describe himself, and he tries not to think about any sort of moral code to what he does, other than a “Somebody’s gotta do it” thought process. 

Despite Aedolan culture in general, Trev despises corruption, the corporate and military bigwigs that think they can push their weight around with impunity.  He’s taken it upon himself to become a masked crusader of a sort, and to take out the trash – cleaning out drug dens and killing the goons of crime lords.  It’s thankless work, and he tries not to take much satisfaction out of it, but there is something a bit satisfying about popping a few melons in here and there.  A fact he would never acknowledge, he feeds off that violence, that brutality, and he fears discovering that part of himself exists more than just his ‘night job’.

Aside from that, Trev is sarcastic and snarky, not afraid of conflict, but he picks and chooses his battles.  When he’s in his alter-ego, there is no hesitation, but in every day life he’s more careful about the decisions he makes.  He doesn’t like to be conspicuous, not any more than he has to be.

+ FAITH +
N/A

+ HABITS +
Smokes and drinks a little, but doesn’t care to partake in any drugs or other such paraphernalia.  He does enjoy reading however, secretly.  Oh and making bad ass weapons.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
Ursula Ander – Mother, dead.
Andreyev Ander – Father, dead. 

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ VIGILANTE +
He fights, kills, and maims his way through the criminal underworld, preferring to be quiet than running through with a hail of bullets before him, since sometimes you don’t have that option.  He takes what he does seriously, and has trained and conditioned his body to move at a moment’s notice, and take great punishment.  He’s nimble, athletic, and quite good at acrobatics – he can duck, dive, roll, and flip with the best of them.  He’s also quite good at hand to hand fighting, having a rough and heavy style to it.

+ MECHANICAL ENTHUSIAST +
Trev makes most of his own gear, since weapons are illegal in Aedolis, using what other people consider mundane items.  He’s meticulous and enjoys fiddling around with small mechanics and gears and wires and welding them all together.

CH V – Gear / Equipment
+ SAW SWORD +
A particularly vicious looking chainsaw like weapon, with an extended hand on the end that allows it be wielded like a sword.  It has a small engine that turns on with the pressure of his hand squeezing the hilt. 

He also carries a mask and a backpack full of gear and an assortment of other weapons just in case.

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
He was the son between a corporate business man and his secretary.  It was a relationship not meant to last, not that it was encouraged to do so anyway.  He was left in his mother’s care, though she had to keep him a secret from her other boyfriend – a crime boss named Regulus Farrow, that eventually found about the affair.  He wasn’t one to share and when Trevan was just a child, he witnessed his mother tortured and murdered, her body thrown out like the day’s garbage.

He tried to run away to his father, but Farrow’s men found him too, and killed him.  No one did a damn thing about it, either, for Farrow had important friends in important places that kept untouchable.  Eventually, someone did away with him – Farrow was not well liked – and threw his body parts all over the Midhaven, or so Trevan later learned.

Trevan was left to his own devices, robbed of his chance for revenge and grew up on the mean streets of metropolisi Vhanhelis, a smaller city much like Haviah, and took all sorts of odd jobs, eventually learning a mechanic’s trade, dabbling in electronics, and moved to Haviah after scraping by, just enough to live day by day.

But life was no better there.  You had to be in the military if you wanted to live big, or had more money than you could count.  It wasn’t that that made him upset, no, he saw the thugs that came around small corner stores, the drugs they pushed around, and all the people that were hurt by it.  Nobody cared who got hurt as long as the money kept coming in, and people knew their place. 

It was an accident really, how it all went down.  He had come across a couple of thugs beating up a woman in an alleyway and he ran in and saved her.  But it was too late.  The damage had been done and she died before she could receive proper medical care.  He felt sick to his stomach, and followed those thugs to their hide out.  He broke in and dismantled their establishment, leaving no survivors.

Trevan took it upon himself then to take out the trash, and donned a mask – a wolf mask he calls Howler. 

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