Trevor Lewis

[Trevor Lewis]

N A M E '

Trevor Alexander Lewis

A G E '

Seventeen

G E N D E R '

Male

S H I F T I N G '

Trevor shifts into an adolescent dalmatian. He is the first shifter in the Lewis family as far as he knows (though his sister, Cindy, is really a shifter as well), and thus has a hard time relating to his family at times.

P E R S O N A '

Trevor is, overall, a very mischievous and fun-loving person. He is loyal to his friends and family, and would put himself on the line for them. Trevor's major weakness, however, is that sometimes he doesn't know when to quit. He is a very active young man, and loves to laugh, but sometimes will not realize when he is going too far in making a joke or playing a prank.

S K I N . D E E P '

Trevor is relatively short for a seventeen year old boy, at only 5'3". He hopes that his growth spurt will come soon. His body is sleek and athletic, although not quite muscular (he looks more like a track runner, which he is, than a football player). He usually has messy brown hair and brown eyes to boot.

As a dalmatian, Trevor maintains his slightly smaller than average stature. He is not quite the size of a full dalmatian, although it is clear that he is no longer a puppy either. His spots are random and are arranged in no particular pattern, except for one patch that goes right around his right eye.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

[Trevor on another site. Obviously, it would be a bit different here, but the basic personality is still there. ^^ ]

Trevor had been waiting for this moment from the time that he first heard the word 'Quidditch'. The sport sounded no less than awesome, and he made his mind up that he wanted to play it from the moment he stepped off of the Hogwarts train and began his first year.

Unfortunately for Trevor, first year students weren't even allowed brooms, so Trevor had to wait. The twelve year old didn't much like waiting, he was a very impatient boy. But it turned out to be worth it. Just a few months before, he'd entered Hogwarts as a second year with his very own broom. His parents weren't exactly short for money, although they had to change their Muggle money to Galleons in order to get a broom for their son. It wasn't top of the line, but it wasn't a trashy broom either. No matter how much the second year tried to convince his parents, a Firebolt was just too much money. Oh well, Trevor would have to deal with his Cleansweep for now.

Trevor hadn't had much of a chance to practice, so he was heading out to the Quidditch pitch at once, Cleansweep in one hand. It was snowy, but not too snowy...besides, Trevor would probably work up a sweat practicing for Quidditch anyway.

The boy reached the Quidditch pitch just in time to see a girl flying around. Trevor made a face. Of all people to be out there with him, it had to be Helen McBride. Trevor sat on his broom at once. Before pushing into the air, however, he grabbed a bunch of snow in the palm of his hand. He went flying into the air, patted the snow into a nice ball shape, then threw it at the girl, with a huge grin on his face. Then he flew off, flying in circles around the field.