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Message: <blockquote data-quote="VicsHacienda" data-source="post: 9698472" data-attributes="member: 6965574">Trevor Strathmore, is a lean young man prone to drink and bar brawls (if he isn't left alone).Connection: [[Thieves' Guild]]NG, Variant Human, Fighter (uses the whip), Inheritor background, association with the Thieves Guild.S: 10 C: 12 D: 16 I: 13 W: 15 Ch: 8Trevor’s family lived and maintained an estate renowned for its library. They were a lore-keeping house and their hold was long dedicated to that endeavor. He knows his family was banished from their home long ago and he was raised and trained in secret by his father. His mother died at his birth and his father recently died. Trevor has lived in Gate Pass doing odd jobs, mostly acting as a lookout/muscle, and reluctantly follows the Oath of Healing. (Maybe his family has a link to the [[Aquiline Cross]], but Trevor is unsure. He doesn’t recall how he learned it, but it guides him no matter how much he tries to avoid it.) Trevor is associated with the [[Thieves' Guild]] as a lookout. Trevor’s family crest is the Eagle.<a href="https://app.roll20.net/forum/post/11626749/session-zero/?pageforid=11631088#post-11631088" target="_blank">Legacy fragment:</a> Loss: Your home was taken long ago and many still fight to reclaim it. His family was pushed from their home by the [[inquisitors]].Bond fragment: Zealot: Supreme Inquisitor Leska.Catalyst fragment: A Dynasty Diminished:<img src="https://i.imgur.com/lRlBpfI.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />He secretly wishes to be relevant, like his family once was.- Right now, the person most suited to help Trevor would be Hawk because she’s passionate about this Resistance thing. It seems the proverbial naughty word has hit the fan and sides should be taken. Trevor thinks he knows which side he should be on, but still tries to remain aloof–he tries to laugh about it, covering it all up with lies.## Familytried to run back to get my mom, but my father yanked me by the scruff of my neck before I got far. I got burned a bit. I always wished I had been stronger, then I could rescue her. But that’s just a child’s fantasy. What was I gonna do? Hold the naughty word flames at bay? Stupid kid. I got a second chance at that rescue. My father and I were living on the lam, when Inquisitors caught up to us. They burned the place we were staying. I was older–in my teens, still idealistic, still stupid. I rushed to help my father escape, but again he prevented me. He pushed me back and barked at me to “get the hell out of here.” Reluctantly, I did what he said. For several months I half expected him to find me, or that I would find him. That was about 30 years ago. Still haven’t found him</blockquote>

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