Name: Trevor Carson
Nickname/s: Hedge, T
Species: Witch
Primary Power: Charm Maker
Coven: Hawthorn Coven
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Hometown: Leicester
Current Residence: Hawthorn House
Studying: Sociology (Second year)
Employment: Market Stock Boy, Singer for Ashes
Family: Grandmother: Helen, Mother: Felicity, Father: Rupert, Older Brother: Jonah
Friends: Paige O'Connor (Band mate)
Relationship: Long distance relationship with an American human (NPC)
Player: Anne
Contact Email:stayathomemuse@yahoo.com
Model: Bill Kaulitz
Credit: Personal Collection
Background
Born the second and final child of two witches, Trevor followed in their footsteps as their elder child never would. While Jonah was as mundane and watered down as their hometown, Trevor seemed to naturally find ways of making life more interesting, much to the joy of his grandmother. The two were near identical of personality, and Trevor would spend more time with Helen than his parents. They’d secret away for whole weekends, Helen teaching Trevor about nature and the Gods that ruled and watched over them, how to cast runes and portent dreams.
Of course, when puberty hit, the increasingly tall and awkward teen withdrew from his family and their coven, venturing out to spend time with humans his age from school. Considering him some kind of freak thanks to his family’s lifestyle, Trevor was mocked by most teens in Leicester, quickly withdrawing from them as well. He spent his first summer as a teenager very much alone, most of his free time occupied with watching movies, reading, or goofing off on the internet at the library downtown.
When school started up that fall, he’d undergone an inspired makeover from the blond-haired, all-natural appearance he’d previously had. Instead, he’d adopted a rock star look, dying his hair, experimenting with makeup, and wearing a variety of thrift store shirts and torn jeans. While the new look got him almost exactly as teased as his old style, it also helped him single out rebellious friends of like mind, and before that first year was out they’d even scrabbled together a band.
They were awful, as most teenage bands tend to be, and the lack of regular practices didn’t help matters. Trevor did what he could with magic to help, but his powers only extended so far, and the band broke up soon enough. The friends remained so, but their musical aspirations were tucked away out of mind as parental pressure to concentrate on school took precedence.
Grudgingly earning respectably high grades for the rest of his college years, Trevor received his first personal computer for graduation, along with acceptance to Reading Uni. This computer was one of the very few personal possessions he brought with him to Reading, and Trevor regularly tries to convince his parents that they need a home computer. Mostly so that he can dash off quick emails instead of the required calls home each month. It’s also through this graduation present that he met his current girlfriend, a photographer from America, and the most regular way the pair keep in touch during the school year.
Before starting University, Trevor took some time away from school, traveling to the United States to see his girlfriend and working odd jobs to save up money. Of course, this money was almost entirely wasted within the first semester once he got to Reading. Now he’s taken the advice of a friend and works two jobs. His job at The Market pays his share of bills and other necessities, and his income from Ashes is mad money to blow on anything he feels like.
Once reaching Reading, Trevor joined Hawthorn Coven, moving into their Victorian housing as soon as he was accepted.
Physical Apperance
Many people tend to see Trevor for the first time and consider his appearance impossible. How could such an underweight young man possibly carry the weight of so much jewelry, leather jackets, and heavy belts complete with ostentatious studded buckles? The kid is practically all angles, with bones jutting out at every intersection of his tall frame. Luckily, he does carry physical strength under his thrift store rock attire. Not a lot mind you, Trevor won’t ever be winning strongman competitions, but enough to give his body a touch of definition beyond just bony, long-limbed awkwardness.
If people can get past the David Bowie homage that is Trevor’s pale, androgynous style, they’d see a bright, if crooked, smile that is perfectly willing to flash at anyone given half a chance. His profile is obnoxious perfection, with an unimposing Roman nose, large doe eyes, full lips and high cheekbones.
Oddly, Trevor undermines his own attempts at beautiful androgyny with eyebrows left thick and unruly. He’s also pierced his face in two places, a hoop through his right outer eyebrow and a silver stud through his tongue, which has the added bonus of causing a small lisp now and again whenever Trevor gets to speed-talking.
When left alone, his hair is a dirty blond flirting with brunette. However, it’s been several years since Trevor left his hair alone. Layered and dyed a stark black, streaked through with chunks of bleach blond, he generally wears it one of two ways. Most of the time, he leaves his hair down, allowing it to rest over his shoulders and partway down his back, often times topped with a casual hat. For shows or when he’s out partying, the hair is teased and hair-sprayed to within an inch of its life until it forms an impressive lion’s mane around his head.
Personality
Trevor is a generally friendly person, though like most young men the friendliness tends to lurk behind a layer of sarcasm when he’s feeling out of place or unsure of himself. He also leans more than a little toward lazy, preferring to sleep in late and putting off chores until he’s been nagged. Even when it comes to Ashes, Trevor nearly always tries to get out of carrying any of the stage equipment by finding something urgent that needs doing elsewhere. Usually near the bar. Obviously, he’s not a morning person, and trying to get him out of bed before noon is quite often a trial in frustration.
He’s generally curious and interested in human nature, the social nature of any species really, which would make him a natural at his coursework if he was self-motivated enough to rise to the challenge. Unfortunately, without regular badgering from family or friends, Trevor’s educational efforts only come out middling.
He prefers keeping his clientèle mostly other witches, feeling that they respect magic far more than other species would. Still, for the right price, monetary or otherwise, he’ll work for anyone. While it’s technically possible for him to create charms of mind control or manipulation, it goes against the beliefs instilled in him by his grandmother. Instead, Trevor simply tells potential clients that he’s unable to create charms with that much power.
Also, he tends to consistently carry around charmed objects of his own. Lately this includes a ring designed to suppress telltale racial scents and auras, for survival’s sake. He’s not totally undetectable, but a person would have to be concentrating to sniff out his bloodline.
Talents & Weaknesses
Trevor’s major power lies in making charms, and as such excels in that field of witchcraft far above any other. However, he still has to expend energy and time to create said items. Depending on the strength and rarity of the charm spell, he may need upward of an entire day to complete the ritual required. Other charms, the sort he’s created often, take little more than holding the targeted object in his closed fist for a few moments of concentration.
Aside from his primary power, Trevor seems to have a knack for deciphering dreams, something he enjoys doing largely as a party trick or simply to help friends. He is less adept at manual fortune telling, his rune set abandoned in a drawer back in Leicester. Like most witches, he can also read auras, and uses this skill often while out people watching.
Beyond magic skills, Trevor is a talented singer and naturally charismatic performer. He appears born to be on stage, in a spotlight, and if he was interested at all in acting he would probably excel in the field. When singing he appears to make personal eye contact with everyone in the crowd, allowing each watcher to feel they’ve been given a private moment with him during the show.
Of course, money he earns from those performances is almost always spent within a fortnight of earning it; usually on jewelry or some bit of vintage clothing he wanders across up for auction on EBay. If he’s not paying close attention to his expenses, Trevor will quickly find himself broke for days between paychecks, doomed to mooch food off of others in the house or simply go without.
Thanks to his angular figure, paired with a lad’s inattention to the art, Trevor is probably one of the most awkward dancers at Reading. He is well aware of the flaw, but just can’t find the energy to care. He has fun despite his lack of talent, and that’s good enough for him. Secretly, he also hopes that girls find it cute and endearing, but he would never share that information with the general public.
If it wasn’t completely obvious by his looks, Trevor is a vain young man. His appearance is quite important to him, and any arrival of what he considers flaws can potentially ruin his mood. He’s been known to cast glamours to cover up skin problems in time for a performance, or enhance his vocals if he’s feeling under the weather.
Though he probably falls just short of having an ego problem, he does know what his strengths are, and will use them to his advantage without a qualm. Trevor never plays modest about something he knows he excels at and false modesty in others gets under his skin as much as any other kind of manipulative behavior.
Polar to his love of attention, or maybe hand in hand with it, Trevor is a dedicated people watcher, occasionally becoming so detached from what he’s observing that his normal impulse to help or interact will be fade away entirely. He’s gotten scolded more than once for not stepping in when seeing people arguing, allowing the verbal debate to become physical, and watching with a clinical curiosity instead of helping break up the altercation.
