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name
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-Trevor Cannon.
age
Thirty-two, courtesy of the 24th April 1989.
birthplace
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
employment
Fire lookout during the summer, delivery driver to avoid starving in the meantime.
personality
Trevor isn't the warm, homesteading personality someone might think of when they think of a backcountry fire lookout, but it quickly makes sense why he would take a job that isolated him from every semblance of civilisation for months. He's apathetic to a fault, never finding honesty an issue and being the person least capable of genuine emotional support in any group of people.
It's not that he's socially unaware; he holds conversation naturally and has a dry wit and sardonic sense of humour that can raise a justified chuckle out of anybody. There is just no capacity within him for sincerity or long-term relationships, and so the safer route is to stay on the side of surface level banter. He can maintain friendly rapport with anyone on the short term, and the few regulars in his life are kept at arms' length—though there isn't enough seen of him beyond arms' length for it to feel that distant at all.
It's not that he's socially unaware; he holds conversation naturally and has a dry wit and sardonic sense of humour that can raise a justified chuckle out of anybody. There is just no capacity within him for sincerity or long-term relationships, and so the safer route is to stay on the side of surface level banter. He can maintain friendly rapport with anyone on the short term, and the few regulars in his life are kept at arms' length—though there isn't enough seen of him beyond arms' length for it to feel that distant at all.
backstory
Trevor has been travelling since he could get on a bus to another city without people calling child services. He always exhibited restlessness in his life—he changed his dream job about 20 times a year as a kid, and fell out of hobbies just as quickly as he jumped into them. When he got to his later teens he started crashing on the sofas of friends and acquaintances who would put him up wherever, usually only as far as the next province, and taking jobs in stupidly distant areas just as an excuse to travel (to very little surprise, these jobs would only last a few months at a time).
Very quickly, friends of friends came down the grapevine with suggestions of taking up a post as a fire lookout. It was mainly a summer job so any long travel would be justified, he would deal very little with other people, there were amazing views, and there were still enough active towers that there could be variety each summer. Through his contacts providing good references and his existing experience crashing at his friend's dad's cabin in the Pine Falls area, Trevor had a job at a live-in lookout the following summer.
During that summer, things changed for Trevor. He realised he had finally lucked in on the type of job that would allow him a change of scenery without whining about vacation days or handing him a pink slip. His parents were happy he was doing something productive rather than lazing about in the houses of guys who sold him weed for a week, and Trevor had a new direction for his ideal life. He found delivery work a light load during the colder seasons where most lookout towers weren't in use, and it was easy to pick up jobs wherever he found himself.
First he moved a couple provinces over to Edmonton, where there were more towers in service in Alberta than Manitoba, then further south to Calgary, before he found himself crossing the border and roadtripping, couchsurfing and lodgehopping across the north of the United States. Just sucks he decided to pay a visit to Pioneer Springs.
Very quickly, friends of friends came down the grapevine with suggestions of taking up a post as a fire lookout. It was mainly a summer job so any long travel would be justified, he would deal very little with other people, there were amazing views, and there were still enough active towers that there could be variety each summer. Through his contacts providing good references and his existing experience crashing at his friend's dad's cabin in the Pine Falls area, Trevor had a job at a live-in lookout the following summer.
During that summer, things changed for Trevor. He realised he had finally lucked in on the type of job that would allow him a change of scenery without whining about vacation days or handing him a pink slip. His parents were happy he was doing something productive rather than lazing about in the houses of guys who sold him weed for a week, and Trevor had a new direction for his ideal life. He found delivery work a light load during the colder seasons where most lookout towers weren't in use, and it was easy to pick up jobs wherever he found himself.
First he moved a couple provinces over to Edmonton, where there were more towers in service in Alberta than Manitoba, then further south to Calgary, before he found himself crossing the border and roadtripping, couchsurfing and lodgehopping across the north of the United States. Just sucks he decided to pay a visit to Pioneer Springs.
miscellaneous
Why don't you ask him yourself?
