Sir Trevor

“Our dear captain has hurt you? Why, tell me your sorrows, and I’ll tell you mine…”

Weapons- Sword, Webley Revolver, Fairbairn Knife

Occupation- No. 11 Commando (British Army)

Birth year- 1913

Gender- Male

Height- 5’7"

--- —— 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 This is (Sir) Trevor of Liverpool. His family owns land in both England and Scotland; they invested in Carnegie Steel years ago and have been living in luxury ever since.

In the 30s, Trev got into a sword fight with a rival estate heir over very petty reasons. The rival won by slicing his eyebrow and kicking him into the ground. Mocked and publicly shamed by the rich community, Trev ran away from home and decided that joining the military would be a better idea.

He worked hard and finally found his place in a Commando unit. Being very nosy lads, he and his comrades would use their newfound skills to spy on the War Ministry leaders and get into trouble without getting caught. Now with real friends and a caring officer, Trev believed that things could get better. But, when the war began and the Liverpool bombings occurred, he suddenly grew worried for his family back home. Since drinking was a big part of Commando culture, he slowly turned to whiskey and scotch. Unfortunately, this caused him to unintentionally spill all his newfound rumors (all of which were true) in front of the Ministers themselves, who swung by to do an unexpected inspection.

The Ministers, Phil Anders and co., decided that this was too much of a liability. With ‘Project Covington’ in effect, they collectively agreed to banish Trev and move on with the war. So, while the Commandos were shipped off to fight the Italians, Trev was dropped off to join the Rats that we know and love today.

The ONLY Rat who reached out to him was Cov’s first mate, Lance Corporal Barkley, who shared the very same love for swords and alcohol. The two became best friends ever since….

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