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@RumikoOhara
Name: Trevor “Shadow” Stevens
Age: 23
Description: Trevor like his father stands 6’6'' and weighs around 215 Lbs. He is strong and fit like others of his age growing up in this wasteland. He has black hair he keeps shaved as best he can, which turns out to be at best uneven but seems to like it that way and has a bit of a beard growing. His eyes are hazel, and he speaks with a deep sometimes dry voice. Trevor is normally always dirty and always smells like a pine forest even though he sometimes goes weeks or months without bathing.
Personality: Trevor is a quiet lad, preferring to be silent and listen to others. He tries not to be anti-social but doesn’t pick up on social ques very well. Because of this and other things he is a blunt person and will tell you straight what he feels or thinks. He refuses to beat around the bush and can get annoyed if too many people are speaking at once. Trust is something different for him, sure he has a general respect for anyone who doesn’t try to kill him, but trust takes time. Not only does he have to see that you are useful and know what you are doing but you also have to demonstrate these things while also being somewhat honorable about it. He can also seem to be a bit crazy or creepy at times, he may be serious but mostly he does it to mess with people.
Job: Woodsmen but can slip into both a scout and/or trooper role.
Skills:
Self Sufficient Survival: Trevor has been trained to survive in the wilds nearly indefinitely if he has too, because of his father’s strict training he has more in-depth knowledge than what is commonly taught. Knows how to hunt most animals and what plants are edible as well as how to prepare them. Knows how to track people and animals as well as knowing how to evade those who would be tracking him. Is able to read maps and compasses as well as the lay of the land. He is very familiar with building long and short term survival shelters and is very good at scouting and gathering information.
Stealth: Even with him being rather large he is light on his feet. Trevor knows how to stalk others when it’s necessary and can stay hidden from the living or the dead. It’s almost second nature now, he could take a few steps off into the brush and just disappear.
Melee weaponry: although being adequate with the bow Trevor is very good with blunt, piercing, and slashing weapons. For him it does not matter whether its hand crafted or improvised as long as it works.
Likes:
- Warm beds.
- Friendly people.
- Good food.
- His family.
- Hunting.
Dislikes:
- Raiders.
- People who disrespect the forest.
- Cold nights.
- The dead.
Gear and Equipment:
For the most part Trevor has a little of everything due to his extensive training, if you need something he’s very likely to have something if not something similar to your needs.
But specifically his main equipment:
- He wears a chain mail Shirt his father gave him from his time with his local SCA group, with wool and cotton shirts underneath and normally wears darker camo cargo pants as well as a Bonnie hat. Other than the chain shirt, his other most notable feature is the black bear fur he wears as a cloak, it keeps him warm during the night and dry when it rains.
- Trevor favors his father’s Ulfberht sword, which he may or may not have taken with his permission. But also uses a hand ax with an extended end like a small sledge hammer as a tool and weapon as well as a spear, some may also see him use a buckler or small shield while fighting. Trevor also has various knives but mostly uses them for tools and not weapons.
- A gift of a finely crafted Ash longbow with precision sharpened broad heads and steamed shafts with goose feather fetching. Given to him as a gift when he joined Lasthope.
- He also has a worn hiking pack that has been sewn back together in more than one place and reinforced with various other materials.
History: Trevor remembers how happy and peaceful everything was before well, what his father calls the beginning of Ragnarok. His father worships Norse gods and his mother just tolerates it. His father was a sheriff and his mother was a park ranger both lived in a small town of Florence on the Oregon coast. Everything for him was rather normal until the one day the riots started and his dad came home early from work, telling them in a near panic to get their things together and load them in the truck.
He remembers leaving that day, there were people screaming running, fires raged unchecked through parts of the city and looting was everywhere. He could see some people who were walking slow and where eating others. They headed north on highway 101 until they found the road blocked from car crashes, then his father took them through the logging roads east.
It had been a few days of slow traveling through the back roads to interstate 5, it was a place his father was trying to avoid. They found a gas station that still had some gas left and after that disappeared into the Cascade Mountains. Scavenging, running, hiding, fighting, and surviving. His father was strict, he had to be to keep all of us safe. It was just the three of them for a couple months until they came across another family. Trevor recognized some of them as his father’s old friends, but they looked just as bad as them, they had a big family too but somewhere missing.
After a few months their group found a few other families and from there settled in the shadow of Mount Hood near government camp Oregon. Progress was slow at first, clearing out the nearby town of the dead and supplies, then going through and gathering enough lumber to make the three wooden walls around the gated community in the woods just out of town they began to call New Fort Stevens.
After sometime of teaching and learning about this new world they called home, His father began to train all of them in combat training. From rifles to swords they were trained, his father had anger issues stemmed from an abusive childhood. As such he was very active in the SCA, a medieval fighting group, and still had some armor and weapons he was keeping for the other members. So the swords were sharpened, armor was polished, and bows of PVC and fiberglass were constructed.
He was 15 when his father started to train him like that, he didn’t show favorites and beat him down harder and more often to the others. Trevor had trouble realizing his father just wanted him to be the best he could be, to survive. Not only this, but he studied and practiced multiple survival tactics as well as stealth tactics, learning from military and survival books as well as his own ideas. One thing his father taught to all of them was the switch, everyone had to have one. The switch was a mentality, it taught them how to go from being friends with someone one day, to killing them the next.
His training was brutal, and so he became brutal, they were not raiders, he was taught to hide first gather Intel and as a last resort strike. He was trained to be a ghost in the forest, to disappear without a trace and only his hands to survive. Their small community was kept hidden, deep in the forests near the town. Guards patrolled outside the walls to detect trespassers, follow them, stalk them, gain information and if they wandered too near camp they would be detoured. When he was 18, One such group was from Portland, the band of raiders had a few prisoners with them and were heading toward Portland, but they made a mistake, they decided to camp in town for the night.
The scouts reported the location of the pirates to Trevor’s father while everyone was eating in the dining hall. “Lets go” was all the man said, every man and woman able to fight got up from the table and proceeded to the armory. After getting their gear they left into the darkness, the full moon lighting their way. With in an hour a small group of 20 had surrounded the sleeping and partying superior group of 35 with 5 prisoners. The pirates seemed to have raided some liquor from somewhere and where drinking, being loud, and having their fun with the prisoners. The prisoners looked like they had been traveling for some time perhaps even before they were captured.
Through the night the people of New Fort Stevens moved quietly, sticking to the shadows and picking off those who strayed to far from the others. Before long, the 35 had dwindled down to the 10 who were sleeping in the store. With two on fire watch, they didn’t seem to concerned when the sound died down outside or when the two were both hit in the head with arrows. Trevor and a few others got the prisoners out while the others went to work on dispatching all but three of the sleeping pirates. They did leave a note after searching the other bodies as well as inflicting the necessary head wounds, so they wouldn’t come back. The note was simple, “don’t fuck with the Woodsmen” but the message was clear, an entire raiding party decimated in one night left to only three members.
They didn’t find anymore raiding parties for a while, they figured they got the message or something else held their attention. The prisoners they found had heard of a place called Lasthope and where on their way there when they had gotten captured, apparently there were a lot more of them before. After they were rested and taken care of Trevor volunteered with a few others to escort them and go to this place they spoke so highly about. Taking a few horses and Trevor's favorite mule Hank, they set off to find last hope, waving their flag a small red flag with a purple raven spread across it.
As it turned out this Town of last hope was only a day’s ride from them and seemed friendly enough as they approached. Normally they would camp out nearby and gather Intel but the people they rescued were rather persistent on getting to town. Once they were allowed inside it was a strange sight, these people of Lasthope looked and dressed normal where these proclaimed Woodsmen of New Fort Stevens looked like something from the time of knights and kings. They wore leather, steel, and chain mail armor. They wielded swords, axes, shields, spears, and covered themselves in brush, sticks, and mud. Yet somehow they were able to come together.
After a few weeks Trevor’s father ventured out from their fort, leaving one of the others in charge. Together Trevor, his father, his mother, and a few of the others left for 4 days to Last Hope for talks. After arriving and meeting their leader, His father and this Comber agreed to peace and for the fort to become part of last hope as an outpost settlement. Part of their terms was for some of them to stay and become representatives keeping the interests of the fort when they vote, and that his father remains commander of the fort. Trevor volunteered to stay as did a few others, five in total.
The next three years were fun for him, he did do his duty and sit in on the meetings or helping the others express how the votes would impact the fort. He also began to train with the scouts and troopers showing them a thing or two while they did the same for him. He still feels like some distrust him, but he knows it will only get better with time and hopefully it will get better with this expedition he volunteered himself for.
Other: He has some feelings for Alisa Summermoon but doesn’t entirely know how to go about it. He likes to sing on occasion and can mimic bird calls to signal others. Like his father Trevor also worships the same gods as his father and does have some sense of honor.
Father: Travis Stevens
Mother: Marissa Stevens
@RumikoOhara
Name: Trevor “Shadow” Stevens
Age: 23
Description: Trevor like his father stands 6’6'' and weighs around 215 Lbs. He is strong and fit like others of his age growing up in this wasteland. He has black hair he keeps shaved as best he can, which turns out to be at best uneven but seems to like it that way and has a bit of a beard growing. His eyes are hazel, and he speaks with a deep sometimes dry voice. Trevor is normally always dirty and always smells like a pine forest even though he sometimes goes weeks or months without bathing.
Personality: Trevor is a quiet lad, preferring to be silent and listen to others. He tries not to be anti-social but doesn’t pick up on social ques very well. Because of this and other things he is a blunt person and will tell you straight what he feels or thinks. He refuses to beat around the bush and can get annoyed if too many people are speaking at once. Trust is something different for him, sure he has a general respect for anyone who doesn’t try to kill him, but trust takes time. Not only does he have to see that you are useful and know what you are doing but you also have to demonstrate these things while also being somewhat honorable about it. He can also seem to be a bit crazy or creepy at times, he may be serious but mostly he does it to mess with people.
Job: Woodsmen but can slip into both a scout and/or trooper role.
Skills:
Self Sufficient Survival: Trevor has been trained to survive in the wilds nearly indefinitely if he has too, because of his father’s strict training he has more in-depth knowledge than what is commonly taught. Knows how to hunt most animals and what plants are edible as well as how to prepare them. Knows how to track people and animals as well as knowing how to evade those who would be tracking him. Is able to read maps and compasses as well as the lay of the land. He is very familiar with building long and short term survival shelters and is very good at scouting and gathering information.
Stealth: Even with him being rather large he is light on his feet. Trevor knows how to stalk others when it’s necessary and can stay hidden from the living or the dead. It’s almost second nature now, he could take a few steps off into the brush and just disappear.
Melee weaponry: although being adequate with the bow Trevor is very good with blunt, piercing, and slashing weapons. For him it does not matter whether its hand crafted or improvised as long as it works.
Likes:
- Warm beds.
- Friendly people.
- Good food.
- His family.
- Hunting.
Dislikes:
- Raiders.
- People who disrespect the forest.
- Cold nights.
- The dead.
Gear and Equipment:
For the most part Trevor has a little of everything due to his extensive training, if you need something he’s very likely to have something if not something similar to your needs.
But specifically his main equipment:
- He wears a chain mail Shirt his father gave him from his time with his local SCA group, with wool and cotton shirts underneath and normally wears darker camo cargo pants as well as a Bonnie hat. Other than the chain shirt, his other most notable feature is the black bear fur he wears as a cloak, it keeps him warm during the night and dry when it rains.
- Trevor favors his father’s Ulfberht sword, which he may or may not have taken with his permission. But also uses a hand ax with an extended end like a small sledge hammer as a tool and weapon as well as a spear, some may also see him use a buckler or small shield while fighting. Trevor also has various knives but mostly uses them for tools and not weapons.
- A gift of a finely crafted Ash longbow with precision sharpened broad heads and steamed shafts with goose feather fetching. Given to him as a gift when he joined Lasthope.
- He also has a worn hiking pack that has been sewn back together in more than one place and reinforced with various other materials.
History: Trevor remembers how happy and peaceful everything was before well, what his father calls the beginning of Ragnarok. His father worships Norse gods and his mother just tolerates it. His father was a sheriff and his mother was a park ranger both lived in a small town of Florence on the Oregon coast. Everything for him was rather normal until the one day the riots started and his dad came home early from work, telling them in a near panic to get their things together and load them in the truck.
He remembers leaving that day, there were people screaming running, fires raged unchecked through parts of the city and looting was everywhere. He could see some people who were walking slow and where eating others. They headed north on highway 101 until they found the road blocked from car crashes, then his father took them through the logging roads east.
It had been a few days of slow traveling through the back roads to interstate 5, it was a place his father was trying to avoid. They found a gas station that still had some gas left and after that disappeared into the Cascade Mountains. Scavenging, running, hiding, fighting, and surviving. His father was strict, he had to be to keep all of us safe. It was just the three of them for a couple months until they came across another family. Trevor recognized some of them as his father’s old friends, but they looked just as bad as them, they had a big family too but somewhere missing.
After a few months their group found a few other families and from there settled in the shadow of Mount Hood near government camp Oregon. Progress was slow at first, clearing out the nearby town of the dead and supplies, then going through and gathering enough lumber to make the three wooden walls around the gated community in the woods just out of town they began to call New Fort Stevens.
After sometime of teaching and learning about this new world they called home, His father began to train all of them in combat training. From rifles to swords they were trained, his father had anger issues stemmed from an abusive childhood. As such he was very active in the SCA, a medieval fighting group, and still had some armor and weapons he was keeping for the other members. So the swords were sharpened, armor was polished, and bows of PVC and fiberglass were constructed.
He was 15 when his father started to train him like that, he didn’t show favorites and beat him down harder and more often to the others. Trevor had trouble realizing his father just wanted him to be the best he could be, to survive. Not only this, but he studied and practiced multiple survival tactics as well as stealth tactics, learning from military and survival books as well as his own ideas. One thing his father taught to all of them was the switch, everyone had to have one. The switch was a mentality, it taught them how to go from being friends with someone one day, to killing them the next.
His training was brutal, and so he became brutal, they were not raiders, he was taught to hide first gather Intel and as a last resort strike. He was trained to be a ghost in the forest, to disappear without a trace and only his hands to survive. Their small community was kept hidden, deep in the forests near the town. Guards patrolled outside the walls to detect trespassers, follow them, stalk them, gain information and if they wandered too near camp they would be detoured. When he was 18, One such group was from Portland, the band of raiders had a few prisoners with them and were heading toward Portland, but they made a mistake, they decided to camp in town for the night.
The scouts reported the location of the pirates to Trevor’s father while everyone was eating in the dining hall. “Lets go” was all the man said, every man and woman able to fight got up from the table and proceeded to the armory. After getting their gear they left into the darkness, the full moon lighting their way. With in an hour a small group of 20 had surrounded the sleeping and partying superior group of 35 with 5 prisoners. The pirates seemed to have raided some liquor from somewhere and where drinking, being loud, and having their fun with the prisoners. The prisoners looked like they had been traveling for some time perhaps even before they were captured.
Through the night the people of New Fort Stevens moved quietly, sticking to the shadows and picking off those who strayed to far from the others. Before long, the 35 had dwindled down to the 10 who were sleeping in the store. With two on fire watch, they didn’t seem to concerned when the sound died down outside or when the two were both hit in the head with arrows. Trevor and a few others got the prisoners out while the others went to work on dispatching all but three of the sleeping pirates. They did leave a note after searching the other bodies as well as inflicting the necessary head wounds, so they wouldn’t come back. The note was simple, “don’t fuck with the Woodsmen” but the message was clear, an entire raiding party decimated in one night left to only three members.
They didn’t find anymore raiding parties for a while, they figured they got the message or something else held their attention. The prisoners they found had heard of a place called Lasthope and where on their way there when they had gotten captured, apparently there were a lot more of them before. After they were rested and taken care of Trevor volunteered with a few others to escort them and go to this place they spoke so highly about. Taking a few horses and Trevor's favorite mule Hank, they set off to find last hope, waving their flag a small red flag with a purple raven spread across it.
As it turned out this Town of last hope was only a day’s ride from them and seemed friendly enough as they approached. Normally they would camp out nearby and gather Intel but the people they rescued were rather persistent on getting to town. Once they were allowed inside it was a strange sight, these people of Lasthope looked and dressed normal where these proclaimed Woodsmen of New Fort Stevens looked like something from the time of knights and kings. They wore leather, steel, and chain mail armor. They wielded swords, axes, shields, spears, and covered themselves in brush, sticks, and mud. Yet somehow they were able to come together.
After a few weeks Trevor’s father ventured out from their fort, leaving one of the others in charge. Together Trevor, his father, his mother, and a few of the others left for 4 days to Last Hope for talks. After arriving and meeting their leader, His father and this Comber agreed to peace and for the fort to become part of last hope as an outpost settlement. Part of their terms was for some of them to stay and become representatives keeping the interests of the fort when they vote, and that his father remains commander of the fort. Trevor volunteered to stay as did a few others, five in total.
The next three years were fun for him, he did do his duty and sit in on the meetings or helping the others express how the votes would impact the fort. He also began to train with the scouts and troopers showing them a thing or two while they did the same for him. He still feels like some distrust him, but he knows it will only get better with time and hopefully it will get better with this expedition he volunteered himself for.
Other: He has some feelings for Alisa Summermoon but doesn’t entirely know how to go about it. He likes to sing on occasion and can mimic bird calls to signal others. Like his father Trevor also worships the same gods as his father and does have some sense of honor.
Father: Travis Stevens
Mother: Marissa Stevens
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