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Name: Trevor Argall
Age: 19
Social Class: townsfolk
Birthday: March 4
Blood Type: A
Family: Carys, mother. Meinir, older sister, 28, the sensible one. Sian, older sister, 27, the sweet one. Gwen, older sister, 24, the spoiled one. Aderyn, older sister, 22, the snarky one.
Preferred Element: water

Trevor Argall was the fifth child and only son born to a couple from Reyse. His mother seemed perhaps a bit disappointed not to have another girl to fuss over, but his father was overjoyed at finally having another man in the house.

That joy was short-lived, however, as his father passed away of illness before Trevor's second birthday, leaving him the only boy in a house full of girls.

Trevor's sisters were loving, but they were also a rather outspoken, energetic group, and though they didn't agree on much among themselves, they did all agree that the best thing to do with their darling baby brother was to dress him up and give him makeovers and the like. Their mother being a seamstress, there was no shortage of material to get creative with.

He wasn't really sure how else to react, so he sat still and let them put ribbons in his hair and turned around in front of the mirror whenever they told him to. He tried to smile and look cute for Mommy when they brought him to the next room to show off their handiwork, but she always said he looked like a stunned deer.

As the siblings grew older, the dress up games stopped, but Trevor had in those formative years developed a habit of doing whatever he was told without protest -- a habit he never managed to shake, although neither did he really try to bother. His eldest sister, Meinir, made a bit of an effort to train him out of it, but then Sian wouldn't help because she thought it was terribly endearing, and Gwen wouldn't help because she said it was endearing (though really, she just liked that she had only to say the word and he'd drop everything to help her find a dropped pin), and Aderyn wouldn't help because Trevor was a boy and weren't boys supposed to know better without girls needing to teach them how? Meinir did her level best, but between the undermining efforts of their other siblings and Trevor's slowness to take to her attempts, she eventually wrote it off as a lost cause and gave up.

A few months later, Meinir was married and moved out of the house. Things didn't really change much -- one less person at the table. His other sisters followed in time, until it was just Trevor and his mother left at home. Although he could have moved out to make his own start in the world, his mother always seemed to be working so hard to keep things afloat, and she always seemed to need help with one thing or another, so he stayed -- because if he didn't help her, who else would?

Things changed on his nineteenth naming day, when the testors came and it was found that Trevor had something no one in the family had ever had -- the potential to become a mage. He worried about leaving his mother alone, but she told him his father would have been proud, and that he should go and do his best and see if he could pass.

So he went.

Although Trevor wasn't too sure what to think when he arrived at Everthorne, he had the good fortune of falling in with a group of fellow students -- friends, even, though he hadn't been expecting to find any -- who were committed to working together to tackle their problem subjects and help each other pass.

And pass he did; though he barely scraped by in a few classes, and he was at the bottom of his class, Trevor successfully graduated and became a mage.

The weeks following the end of term were a blur -- signing the papers that granted him his land and title, settling into his new manor, and getting used to the realization that he could wake up every morning and do whatever he felt like.

Whatever he felt like has mostly, so far, amounted to research, reading, and polishing his skills; he's still not the greatest of mages, but he's built more confidence in the subjects that he barely got through at Everthorne, and he's continuing to work at being better; Trevor feels that the single most important thing he learned from Everthorne wasn't magic, or etiquette, or literature or riding or any of the subjects taught in a classroom -- rather, the most important thing he learned is that he's capable of much more than he'd ever given himself credit for, and knowing he can do more than he has so far is too good a feeling for him to just sit back and stop now.

Trevor is, to put it simply, a doormat. He never had a strong role model growing up, and he always found that his sisters were easier on him when he didn't squirm or give them trouble, so he's grown up with the tendency to shut up and take whatever's coming to him, regardless of whether it's fair or deserved. He doesn't like to make waves and being compliant has always seemed to him the easiest way to be liked.

And he does want to be liked. Trevor gets terribly uncomfortable when people obviously don't like him and don't want him around, so he overcompensates by doing whatever he thinks it is that they want of him -- if they ask something of him, of course he'll do it! If they hint at something and he picks up on it, he'll do it! Unless it goes against what the next person over wants him to do, of course, because then they might be upset with him, and Trevor wants anything but to make people upset. If he's caught in a conflict between two people, he'll usually cave to whoever shouts louder or makes a greater show of being able to make his life miserable.

He's very easily intimidated and backs down almost immediately when challenged. It makes him an easy target, but he never learned to properly stand up for himself, and so he doesn't bother trying.

Or rather, he used to be. Since Everthorne, Trevor has gained more self-confidence, and while he's still a far cry from imposing and tends to be easily overlooked in a crowd, he seems considerably more at ease with himself and others, and while he'll probably always be the quiet one in any gathering, he's become much less prone to letting others walk all over him.

Trevor is a short boy with a slender build, and he carries himself without confidence -- his posture is a bit bad, he has a tendency to shrink back in on himself when confronted, and his usual expression is a bit bewildered -- all of which adds up to make a very unremarkable first impression. He loosens up a bit around people given time, if they're patient, but even at his most comfortable he never quite seems to shake his nervous mannerisms.

His hair is medium brown, kept fairly short, and in a state of constant disarray despite the combined efforts of his mother and all four of his sisters to teach him how to properly tame it. He has gold eyes, which seem to be open a bit too wide most of the time.