Name: Trevor Westbrook
Age: 32
Occupation: Special Agent - FBI
Appearance: 5'10", 165lbs, light green eyes with shorter, sandy colored hair. Has an athletic body due to his training and spending some time at the gym. Tattoos cover some of his body, back and upper arms but are placed that way as to be completely covered by his clothes. Typically has a scruffy face because he spends a fair amount of time undercover. Long scar across his lower right back.
Gear: Glock 21. Bulletproof vest. Handcuffs. Handheld radio. All hidden under his clothes except the gun, which is usually at his right thigh. Typically wears cargo pants and a dark hoodie, baseball cap. Wears a suit when visiting with superiors, at press conferences, etc. Drives a dark blue unmarked Tahoe.
Personality: He's a different man than he used to be. These days he's a lot more cocky, hot-tempered, impulsive and arrogant. His outlook on life has deteriorated and at times, he's dangerously close to thinking he's invincible, but that's a by product of his association with a group of rogue cops and his drug use. The ends justify the means, and he doesn't think twice about bending the law to his favor, nor imposing it on others.
Background: Trevor, the only child, had your typical upbringing as a child and never got into trouble, while maintaining a 3.5GPA in high school and playing on the football team. Having attended the local university, he got a degree in business administration as his father worked in the finance sector, there was hope he'd tag along. Unfortunately it was less than interesting for Trevor, and his need for excitement and change led him to law enforcement.
Starting off as a beat cop, he did everything by the book and was often praised for his hard work and going above and beyond. After many years on the force and maintaining an exceptional record, he applied for and was hired by the FBI. It was then, when he slowly began forming bad habits, learning loopholes, playing by his own rules. These days he has made enemies, friends and continues to slowly start his own drug habit, using the street scum to his advantage. Coupled with the stress of his job and hidden signs of mental illness, he's on a dangerous path to real self-destruction.
Extra: Prefers the company of other men, though he keeps that largely to himself, with the exception of random hook ups. He's drifted away from his family and doesn't talk with them nearly as much as he used to. Has other secrets and skeletons in his closet.
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