|Real Name||Trevor Barron|
Born and raised in the countryside, Trevor is a man with low expectations. In entertainment, in partners, even in life. The majority of his time was spent on the internet or at the local fire hall, where he volunteered as a medical responder. When Armored Descent began, the fire department got an alert of an asteroid crashing into an elderly couple's barn. He was part of the responding team, and the one that came across the pod. He saw so many advanced technologies, so many options, different ways that this could spice life up beyond the drugs and stupid stunts, and he wanted to know more.
Being raised in the country, Trevor is used to isolation, leaving him a very blunt, straightforward individual. These traits have made it hard for him to connect with new people in his new, much more interactive life. While he can be easy to rile up, it is almost impossible for you to stay on his bad side for more than a few minutes. He is always ready to lend a hand to anyone who needs it, be it a shoulder to cry on, an ear to rant off, or just some extra muscle. While his drive to help others, as well as a few personal problems, used to cause problems such as lack of sleep or hardly eating, his new, mechanical body has eliminated those needs and problems. To the people he used to know, and the people he works with now, he remains known as a steady, constant helping hand, and he does his best to mantain that.
Trevor has a very smooth, sleek, carbon looking shell, with padding bits over it to make sure he doesn't cause extra discomfort or damage to paitents he carries. His lower half has built in pants with loads of pockets and compartments for carrying tools, medical supplies, and other things. He is colored Mostly black, with red and white highlights.
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Trevor designed his suit to help him in his medical pursuits, as well as help him with repairs that need to be made while working with the Volitant Hospitium. It is made for extreme mobility and to be as light as possible.