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trevorsand (trevorsand) wrote,
@ 2020-09-24 23:49:00

OOC: Profile!
That's about the time that she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me, I'll never wanna act my age
What's my age again?

basics;

FULL NAME: Trevor William Sandbourne
NICKNAME: Trev, Trevie. Sometimes he wishes someone would call him Sandy.
BIRTHDAY: November 15, 1986
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Scorpio
HEIGHT: 6'0. Guess who gained an inch in college!
BUILD: Has always been on the slim side. But lately out of boredom he's been lifting weights. So he's more muscular now. Mainly because there is no fat to get in the way of it.
SCARS: A scar on his leg from when he tried to scale a girl's house at night and got caught on the fence.
DISTINCT PHYSICAL FEATURES: INTENSE blue eyes. The perpetual look of being lost. The name "Aurelie" prettily tattooed on upper arm in dedication to the French exchange student he briefly dated. Now he tells everyone it's the name of his grandmother. Who grew up in Marseille. Yeah.
PERSONAL STYLE: As he now lives from a suitcase, Trevor doesn't have much in the way of clothes. And what he does have is usually wrinkled. So his wardrobe consists of jeans, khakis, t-shirts and some button downs that are PURPOSEFULLY wrinkly. He also owns a pair of "sweetass Pumas".
ALLERGIES: Cats
PETS: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern VI, his goldfish.
RELIGION: Goes to a non-denominational Christian church with his family regularly. Believes there's a God but doesn't have a particular religious attachment. The whole pre-martial-sex-being-a-sin thing does not agree with him.

depth;

OCCUPATION: Full-Time Moocher!
RESIDENCE:TBA
FRIENDS: (if known) TBA
ENEMIES: (if known) TBA
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: A countless string of flings and one night stands. He hasn't been in a relationships since Greer. You know, the one that mattered.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight and still Logansexual.
COMMUNITY INVOLVEMENT AND ACTIVITIES: He likes to go to the park and hit on girls. He likes to go to the bars and hit on girls. He likes to go to yoga and pick up girls. He likes to go to the library and pick up girls. Anyone sensing a pattern here? Oh, and occasionally he plays the bass for a series of short-lived bands with an ever-changing lineup.
CHARACTER CONCEPT: The Misguided Moocher
FIVE ADJECTIVES TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF: Lazy, easy-going, optimistic, self-important, clueless.

personality;

For better or for worse, Trevor actually hasn't changed much since high school. He's still Trevor--the local douchebag, the local annoyance, the local thorn at your side...but with a heart of gold, he'd like to add! He's immature but laughably so. He oozes an affable sometimes smarmy charm that grates and endears him to people. He likes to make inappropriate joke, say the dumb comment or make the outrageous observation that inspires eye-rolling from those around him. In everything he does, Trevor likes drawing out a reaction. Whether he means to (because sometimes it's just so fun!) or not. It's just a part of who he is.

But for all the frustration he inspires, Trevor still means well. In the end, he's endlessly devoted to his friends and family. He will go the distance for them. He has limitless, almost Christ-like faith in their abilities and all they do. He has healing hugs. Trevor can also be trusted to lighten a mood.and spread good cheer. He will never stop being overly optimistic. He will never stop treating serious situations like some big joke. He will never stop trying to push aside responsibilities and serious issues in favor of being carefree and careless. Trevor is always happy, but frustratingly so. After all, he was never one do so things in half measures.

And this is where the problem begins. Because while Trevor hasn't changed it seemed that the world around him did. Suddenly his friends were different people. Stoneybrook was a different place.

For one thing, it seemed like everyone he knew was on their way to some kickass, wildly successful career. Or they knew what they wanted to do. They at least had a plan. Trevor didn't. Oh, he wanted to. He'd even gone on a few job interviews. But Trevor completely bombed them all. Apparently an Irish Literature major is a pretty hard sell! Not that it mattered anywayas, because every possible job seemed so boring and pointless. Trevor didn't want to work in a cubicle. He didn't want to push paper. He didn't want to write memos. Furthermore, Trevor didn't want to wait tables, work the drive-thru or hand people perfume samples. All of these jobs just sounded so responsible, with all their duties and shit. Trevor just wants to find a job that will take advantage of his posterboy good looks and won't require him to work in an office. Is that so hard to ask for? Whatever, until then Trevor mooching on those who do have jobs.

Another thing, why was everyone in relationships? Or even dating? Trevor tried all that with Greer. He tried to be like Logan and Mary Anne. But it just didn't work. It was for the best anyways, because relationships are just so full of responsibilities. Now, Trevor is back to being a manwhore and hitting on anything and everything with breasts. Sometimes they're naive college freshmen or wannabe actresses. But they are always one-night stands, flings and other assorted insanely short relationships. Which is how Trevor prefers them. Brief, carefree and without emotional attachment. Which is how it should be. Hello, he's in his early twenties! Settling down is for old people. Like his parents.

And Trevor will not be old. He will be twenty-two. These are the years he's supposed to be lost and broke. So why does it seem like no one got the memo? Why does it seem like everyone else has got their shit together more than him?

The world has changed for Trevor. But that's okay, because Trevor will keep on acting like Trevor until the world changes itself back.

STRENGTHS: Sociable, fun, happy-go-lucky, easily pleased, rarely holds grudges,
WEAKNESSES: Incredibly lazy, irresponsible, self-centered, tends to be quite dim, never realizes when he's imposing or being a pain to someone.

family;

FATHER: James Sandbourne, 46. An architect for a firm in Stamford. Artistic, open and a bit free-flowing. As Trevor grew up, he encouraged his son's involvement in the arts and music. Which Trevor did because it got him girls. At first James embraced Trevor's lost, sad state. Unlike his father, Trevor didn't need to get a job working for the man because he accidentally knocked up a girl. So he let Trevor move back home and didn't pressure him to search for work. Then aftter six months of watching Trevor playing video games and using the classified ads to wipe up spilled juice, James got impatient. He gave his son an ultimatum and finally kicked Trevor out of the house. He hopes it'll be the jumpstart Trevor needs.

MOTHER: Jane Sandbourne, 45. Children's librarian for the Stoneybrook Public Library. She is the practical one in the family. She is the one sending interesting Craigslist ads Trevor's way or forwarding his resume (which she also wrote. Sigh.) to potential employees. But so far nothing. Jane agreed with James' decision to kick Trevor out of the house. She watched with teary eyes as Trevor stuffed his spiderman pajamas into his suitcase and left.

BROTHER: Andrew Percy Sandbourne, 25. Goes by Drew. See, Drew is the responsible Sandbourne offspring. He eschewed his father's attempts to make him artsy and abstract. He went to UConn and enrolled in the most practical major he could think of--Civil Engineering. Now Drew lives in Stoneybrook in a nice two bedroom house with his wife and he works as an engineer in Stamford. They will probably have lovely half-asian babies (a girl and a boy, natch), then a dog and a cat to round out their household. They'll be suburban but hip, you know getting their groceries at the farmers market and giving their kids stylish gender-ambiguous names like Mason or Carter. And Drew will forever be smug about the fact the he succeeded and Trevor didn't. These brothers do not get along right now.

SISTER-IN-LAW: Annaleigh Wu Sandbourne, 26. She makes the bombest egg rolls! She is also the reason that Trevor spent all August tying up Jordan almonds with tulle and bits of ribbon. Wedding favors are a bitch! Trevor likes Annaleigh a lot (even more so than his brother). She's currently two months pregnant. Drew moves fast!

SISTER: Erin Sylvia Sandbourne, 18. She followed in the family's footsteps and is now the third and final Sandbourne sibling to go to UConn. Erin isn't sure what she wants to do yet, but she knows it's not being a loser like Trevor. She and Trevor still get along. She tries to humor him, because sometimes she just feels bad for her brother. Erin has the feeling he will probably end up living in her basement years down the road when he is still an unemployed loser. It is a fate she's resigned herself too, because Erin has always been more mature than Trevor.

history;

So Trevor and Greer tried to make it work, they really did. He even bought them both webcams so they could chat and...er...do dirty things.

But eventually the long-distance thing became so hard. They were on different sides of the country and he couldn't see her whenever he wanted like before. Then Greer started complaining about how she was always the one to fly out to see him. Which hello, was a no brainer for Trevor. It wasn't like he had a super-rich dad that fixed people's faces for a living. But even worse, Greer got so sophisticated. She became worldy and knew a bunch of new shit! She was in Los Angeles, rubbing elbows with celebrities, going to parties and ordering lattes. While Trevor was in still same old Connecticut, drinking cheap beer with his fraternity brothers.

So their phonecalls became less and less...until a finally a week went by without so much as a text. When Trevor did call Greer, everything broke out. The distance, the differences between them and the little annoyances that were slowly developing. They got into this giant fight that was every bit as epic as their relationship and they broke up. And with Greer so far away, there wasn't really anything to force them back together. It's not like Trevor could just pop into class and sing another Bryan Adams song. After that, Trevor did what he did best and tried to heal his broken heart with booze and promiscious sorority sisters. He regained his reputation as a manwhore, putting in double the effort to make up for lost time. Trevor still hasn't seen Greer since that last winter break spent together. (Well, there was that one time in Stoneybrook last September but he quickly hid behind a bush when she passed by.)

Between the parties and girls, Trevor managed to get an education. He sought the subject he knew best and majored in English...with that emphasis on Irish Literature. Apparently his dad or something is part Irish. So Trevor went to class, wrote his papers and did decently well.

But graduation snuck up on him and Trevor didn't have a clue as to what he wanted to do next. So he moved back home with his parents and devoted the next six months to slacking off. He went to parties and hit on more highschool girls. When he wasn't out, Trevor ass was parked on the couch playing video games. His daily uniform was an old UConn shirt and a pair of sweats. Although for a very brief few weeks, Trevor did devote himself to helping plan his brother's wedding. But that was mainly making wedding favors and watching Annaleigh cry over the seating chart.

Mr. and Mrs. Sandbourne indulged Trevor during this time. Graduation was a scary thing and weren't jobs hard to find in this economy? But as the months past, they realized that Trevor had no desire to find a job or get out of those ratty old sweats. So on January 1st (the day of new beginnings!), James and Jane informed their son that he had to leave. It was an awful situation full of tears, screaming and Trevor clinging to his bedpost. Drew had to physically remove him from the house. And now Trevor can be seen carrying a suitcase and heading for Logan's apartment. Maybe he's got a spare bedroom and Xbox. Because isn't that was BFFs are for?

COLLEGE ATTENDED: University of Connecticut
MAJOR/DEGREE: English (with an emphasis on Irish Literature)
ACTIVITIES AND HONORS: Hanging out with his brothers at Sigma Alpha Epsilon, of course! Throwing killer parties, playing beer pong and hooking up with hot girls. Oh, and then there was all that philanthropy stuff they did. Like Powderpuff Football Tournament! It totally helped cure cancer and stuff!
WORK EXPERIENCE: He waited tables at a restaurant near campus for extra money. That's pretty much about it.

incidentals;

FIRST KISS: 3rd grade. Zora Neale, his elementary school girlfriend who moved New Hampshire. He kissed her goodbye. She slapped him.
FIRST SEXUAL ENCOUNTER: 7th Grade. He thinks that Claudia let him cop a feel when they were dating. She thinks otherwise.
FIRST SEXUAL INTERCOURSE: The summer before 9th grade. At camp. He cried. Will never tell this story to anyone.

FAVORITE BOOK: Anything by Shakespeare. Has quite the collection of poetry books...but they're still in his parents' basement. In college, he majored in Irish Literature so some of that stuff. That James Joyce guy? Angela's Ashes?
FAVORITE MUSIC: It's eclectic. Rap, alternative, pop, power ballads. He likes to dabble. But his faves are Lil Wayne, OAR and Bryan Adams.
FAVORITE MOVIE: The Time Traveler's Wife. He bawled like a baby in the theater. HE TIME TRAVELS AND STUFF! HE GOES TO SEE HIS ONE TRUE LOVE! IT'S TOTALLY EPIC!
FAVORITE COLOR: Dark mysterious blue. And beige, like that's another nice dark mysterious color, right?
FAVORITE FOOD: Does beer count? Other than that, yoohoos, milkduds, jiffy pop, cheetos. Any and all junkfood. He's also a sucker for his mom's meatloaf.
FAVORITE FLAVOR: Strawberry lipgloss. On girls. Not him.
FAVORITE PLACE: Trevor likes a lot of places, but he feels like he hasn't actually been to his favorite place yet. But he imagines silk sheets, champagne and Megan Fox. Or in a transformer with Megan Fox.

DISLIKED BOOK: Any chick lit. He likes chick flicks, but reading that crap is just foul.
DISLIKED MUSIC: New Age. Folk. Stuff you do yoga to.
DISLIKED MOVIE: Those super long historical movie things put on by BBC.
DISLIKED COLOR: Orange. Like carrot orange.
DISLIKED FOOD: Vegetables
DISLIKED FLAVOR: Things that taste like vegetables.
DISLIKED PLACE: Cubicles. Gross.

LIKES: Dirty jokes, beer, squirrels, literature, video games, television, finding ten bucks in an old jacket pocket, watching girls that jog around Central Park, playing music so loud it makes stuff shake, anything really epic or awesome.
DISLIKES: Snobs, haters, haters that don't go to the left, sports, itchy sweaters, vegetables, people who seem to have their life completely put together, resumes, cover letters, job interviews.

soundtrack;

What's my age again? - Blink 182
That's about the time that she broke up with me
No one should take themselves so seriously
With many years ahead to fall in line
Why would you wish that on me,
I'll never wanna act my age
What's my age again?
What's my age again?

Tore the Line - Tyler Hilton
Maybe you know nothing
But I sure as hell know something
About a mother's son
And staring at the face
I'm tracing lines across the same space
As the older one's

And I look out my window
Petrified by everything I've done
So when I look at you baby
Tell me you know just where I'm coming from
A thousand years of searching for the one

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me" - Fall Out Boy
I confess, I messed up
Droppin, "I'm sorry", like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
"hey kid, you'll never live this down"

You're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just a boy who's had too many chances

I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

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