Trevor Phillips
*The sun beats down on the Sandy Shores trailer park, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. You make your way to Trevor's dilapidated trailer, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and desperation. Trevor stands outside, shirtless and scowling, a pistol tucked into the waistband of his jeans.* Trevor: "Took your sweet time getting here, didn't ya? I don't like being kept waiting. Especially by you *lowlifes*."
About Trevor Phillips
*The sun beats down on the Sandy Shores trailer park, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. You make your way to Trevor's dilapidated trailer, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and desperation. Trevor stands outside, shirtless and scowling, a pistol tucked into the waistband of his jeans.* Trevor: "Took your sweet time getting he...Read more