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[2013-10-11 23:20:54 +0000 UTC]
""You dumbass!""
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 1; Deviations: 0; Watchers: 13
Watching: 15; Pageviews: 3697; Comments Made: 48; Friends: 15
# About me
.:: PERSONALITY ::.
Trevor has been described as a difficult person to deal with, extreme, impetuous, vengeful, psychotic, unhinged, unpredictable, untamed, infamous, homicidal, and prone to violent outbursts and destructive rampages. He does everything in a psychotic and relentless manner, (much different from Michael). Although Trevor is this kind of person, he is also honest about it and will never show hypocrisy and he also has his own charm along with his own principles. But, Dan Houser has confirmed that Trevor may not be all he seems but is still too horrible to be a hero kind. He is also quite insecure about being born in Canada, and takes offense to people mocking his accent, almost all of the Rampages are caused by Trevor flying into rage over being mocked over his Canadian Accent.
Trevor's mere presence always puts others on edge due to his extremely short temper, odd and unpredictable impulsive behavior. Ron, who is one of Trevor's friends and an unlikely one at that, is constantly terrified of him and frequently tries to appease Trevor whenever he can, especially if the latter is close to getting angry. Michael is also wary of him when they reunite, stepping in front of his son to protect him. Despite Ron's fear and Trevor's psychotic behavior, they do seem to show a level of trust to each other as Trevor usually tasks Ron to do a few missions for him such as blowing up the Lost MC fuel tank and helping him drop off cargo via a plane, and running Trevor Philips Enterprises in his absence. Wade, another friend or acquaintance, is equally scared of Trevor, though the latter does torment and punches Wade often, this bullying extends to his cousin as well.
Out the three protagonists, Trevor can be said to be a true sociopath if not a borderline psychopath, as he easily kills with no remorse, has the typical parental issues (abandoned by his father and sensitive about his mother), is a pyromaniac and frequently abducts people and takes them to the Altruist Cult which he calls his "friends in the mountains", the cult in question is implied to be made up of cannibalistic killers which Trevor is aware of. In conflict with that however, is his protectiveness of Michael's family and his apparent grief when he thought Michael was dead, which shows a level of emotion not common in most sociopaths as they usually lack or at least have very limited empathy or positive emotions for other people. In addition to this he refused to leave Michael in the prologue, while he was on the floor after being shot. Also when he killed Johnny, he told him to get up as he was apparently unaware that he killed him, It is extremely unlikely that he cared though due to his plans to get rid of The Lost and how enraged he was with Johnny, nevertheless Trevor quickly moved on and made a joke out of the blood and brain tissue on his shoe. Trevor seems to only care about the people very close to him and he can be truly loyal to them, which specifically includes his mother, Ashley, Michael, and later on even Franklin.
In contrast with his heavily sociopathic behavior, he has shown many times how needy he is for love and care. He tells repeated times to Michael how much he mourned him, to the point he got a tattoo with his name on it. As he was being confronted by Floyd and Debra, he told them how much he wanted to be with them. His relationship with Patricia Madrazo was also a display of true love and, in his words, he enjoyed a lot the time spent with her.
Despite his weak relationship with Amanda and having a strained friendship with Michael, Trevor surprisingly cares for Jimmy and Tracey, viewing them as surrogate niece and nephew. Evidence of his caring is chasing Lazlow Jones when he does a sexual pose against Tracey as she performs a stripper-like dance and forcing him to take off his pants and dance in his underwear. Also, he will not allow Jimmy to drink alcohol when hanging out with him.
Trevor also seems to sometimes dwell on respect. When Wade calls Ashley a bitch, Trevor tells him it's not funny and asks him if he has a mother (probably due to his sensitivity about his mother). He also often tells some of his friends to show some respect to himself, and also sometimes even others when Wade is covered in what seems like waste, Wade's cousin suggests to call the heist off, but Trevor responds telling him to respect Wade for what he went through and so he should carry on with the heist.
His in game actions are also much more aggressive than the other protagonists as he attacks those he car-jacks and always seems to taunt others when pressing right on the D-pad.
Trevor uses threats of sexual violence in order to show his dominance over other men, he also seems to enjoy making them uncomfortable. Many of his sarcastic remarks have been misinterpreted as sincere statements by players. He seems to take it a step further with Floyd, as there are many things that suggest a sexual relationship. Notably, if the player switches to Trevor during his stay at Floydβs condo, sometimes Trevor can be seen looking over Floyd as he lays in the fetal position wearing women's clothing, uttering an apology to Debra while sobbing. However this could just be Trevor showing his dominance by humiliating Floyd. It should be noted that this behaviour is only present when in the presence of weak people such as Ron, Wade, Floyd, and a meth addicted Johnny Klebtiz..
# Comments
Comments: 74
(( This account is motherfucking lovely. ))
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(( I am so tempted to make a Michael now. ))
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((DO EEET.))
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(( I made a Franklin, but not a Michael. ))
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{{I swear you just stalk every account I own--:U }}
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((You were asking for it when you posted the journal. 
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{{Well I said watch not stalk
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((.....
YOU SHOULD KNOW ME BY NOW.
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{{...That's how I know that you're already stalking this account; aren't you?
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{{...I don't wanna know what you've already found on him.
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((I've played Snake Eater before so I don't really need to read that much. :u))
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{{Good good, :U so you have no need to stalk him?}}
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((STILL GONNA STALK. YOU AIN'T STOPPING ME THAT EASY. *killed*))
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{{//Hides shotgun// OH I SEE HOW IT IS.}}
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((*casually crawls into Rhino Tank from GTA 5* YES, YOU DO.
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{{What the flipping--I give up just //ragequits//}}
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((HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE *nuked*))
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{{....Victory is mine :U}}
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((*bullshit respawn* NEVER.))
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{{--NO, ;-; //throws a grenade// }}
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((OH WHY THANK YOU.))
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[ Care to Rp? ]
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((Yep, but I got no starters in mind at the moment.))
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[ I have one~]
It was in the middle of the night and Starling had no place to go. "..." She looked all around for her apartment; but she couldn't find it. She was lost; absolutely lost. Finally she seen an opened window at a house; perhaps if she walked inside someone would help her. "...?" She slowly crawled inside with an unsure feeling in her soul. "A-Ah..." She looked around. "H-Hello...?" She said quietly.Β
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{ omg-
finally a trevor account here
i fucking love you for this }
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((IT HAD TO BE DONE SOONER OR LATER, AND I WANTED TO BE THAT ONE- *killed*
Oh why thanks <3))
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{ hell yeah you're just perfect, gotta say!!
ehhh you're welcome <3, we need to rp sometime }
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((Well I don't know about perfect, but thanks.
WE SHOULD <3))
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{ oh you're very welcome!
YES!! well, i'm brain dead for the moment, maybe later i'll think of something, otherwise if you have something just go ahead }
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((I think I may have something up my sleeve. 8u))
It was a dark night for Trevor Phillips as he found himself in the dark city where no one sleeps and the criminals thrive on many things, drugs and guns. And here was the man that would bring them the demand. He had been looking to expand his business some more, and according to his friend Ron, this would be the perfect place to gain a foothold on the drug and gun-running business. Not only would he have connections that tied with the Mexicans, but also the common petty thieves and psychopaths that would spread the word. Boy was that music to Trevor's ears.
He took a good whiff of the air around him, exhaling after a few seconds of holding his breathe, and adjusting his jeans. "Ahhhhh..." He said. "Smells like societies rotting corpse. I'm starting to love this town already." With that, a wicked smile came across his face. But that emotion didn't last too long when a common thug bumped into him, taking his wallet in the process. It took Trevor a good 5 seconds to realize that this dumb kid had the nerve to steal his wallet. With a shake of his head, he began running after him.
"HEY! COME BACK HERE, I ONLY WANNA TALK TO YA AND BEAT YOUR BRAINS OUT!" He shouted as he waved his hands in the air, barely being able to keep up with this kid as they both pushed through the crowds of people out in the streets. "Goddamnit, what the fuck is this little shit on? Steroids?!?"
Finally the dumb kid turned tail and ran into an alleyway, un-renounced to him that it was a dead end. Then the kid heard a voice that surely made him shudder.
"Oh I got you now annoying little shit." Trevor had finally caught up and cornered the little bastard. "C'mon tough guy, if you're gonna steal something, you gotta be ready to fight for it." He cracked his knuckles as he started walking towards him, stretching his neck a little bit in a crazed fashion.
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{ before i forget, i apologize in advance if i make some grammatical errors, cause english isn't my first language. .-. }
Obviously the city wasn't much bigger than Gotham, even somewhat smaller, which allowed the cat to find some hiding places. Even if she wouldn't stay here for long, it was nevertheless an interesting city. It reminds her all of her neighborhood, or rather at her home, the East End. A lot of crime, drugs and arms trafficking, and not to forget the prostitution. It seemed very much homelike, at least for the moment.
Selina found a young boy on the street, which was still beaten up recently because he had become involved with older guys, but the cat had the big boys made enough fear so that they would leave the little boy alone. Without a doubt he was a street kid, homeless and earning money by stealing but it seemed absolutely not bad for her, she did the same when she was younger. They both got along right away, and thus he showed the woman some of the streets and alleys of Los Santos.
A little later she gave him the order to steal some money while she would alone continued looking around the neighborhood, of course only from the rooftops. At the moment she didn't want to attract attention by her appearance.
She told him exactly where they meet when he was able to get some money, but not even 10 minutes later the little boy was suddenly exhausted at the meeting, but not alone. One moment she watched the situation and then jumped from the roof down to the boy. "I don't think you'll do hurt the child," the cat took the wallet and took out his ID card and some money, "Trevor Philips." With a slight smirk she gave the boy 50 $, "Good job, lovely. Take it and get yourself something to eat." she said and sent him away.
"Hmm... Not the greatest profit for today, but I think the little one can make a beautiful evening." Still a cheeky smirk on her face, she put his ID card back into his wallet and threw it to the strange man. "Thank you very much for the money, darling."
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Trevor nearly exploded into rage at this, not being able to get his chance to really put some hurt on the kid that stole his wallet. But now he faced something a little more serious. Who was this strange woman and why was she wearing tights, acting like it was Halloween? It didn't matter as he pulled out the pistol he was hiding behind his back.
"Lady, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but that stupid shit and I got some business to attend to, and I don't think you wanna end up six feet under for some kid, SO, I'd suggest you back the fuck off and let me deal with this." There wasn't any need for useless chatter when he could just cut to the chase and get exactly what he wanted. Whether or not she was going to comply really didn't matter to a mad-man like Trevor, as he would be just fine with killing her along with that kid.
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Normally, the stealing was a cinch for the cat and it was very rare that someone had noticed it, but only if she did it alone. The little boy was obviously still a novice and if you were unlucky, like at this moment, it may happen that you stealing from the wrong people. Nevertheless, for something like this the cat was always well prepared.
"No." She replied dryly, but also somewhat relaxed, on his ramblings. It was obvious that the guy was quite in rage, but she didn't care. She knew such situations only too well, often even worse, so she was quite able to manage it, no matter what happens. "Well... actually, I wanna avoid that my nails chipping, but it seems there's no other way..." Briefly she looked at her nails, she seemed pretty conceited and only a small cheeky smirk formed her face, of course she was acting because she enjoy provoking others.
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((DAMN THAT WAS FAST. I THINK THAT'S A NEW RECORD. 8u))
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{{Hot damn, I was right.}}
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((I know. 8u))
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{{So, how have you been, Greg?}}
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((Oh just fine, fixing my car up some more, working, still saving up for a new laptop. usingfamilycomputeratthemoment))
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{{I see.}}
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((Yeah, I've been quite the busy man. XD
Anyways, how's your life been?))
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{{Nothing too interesting.}}
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((It's all good. How's Kyle been with that whole Kim ordeal and shit?))
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{{It's been settled. She's learned to leave him alone.. afterΒ we had to argue with her immaturely.}}
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((Yeeeaaaah, I saw a lot of that action as I stalked your profiles continually on my phone. That was some scary shit, seeing how obsessed she really was of him. eAe;;; ))
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{{She claimed that it was because she "loved" him. Hell, Kyle loves Alia yet you don't see him commenting on her page every twenty-four minutes.}}
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((Yeah. It's all about self control at that point.))
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{{Indeed.}}
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