Here I stand, 19 years of age and considered a man. My name is Trevor Michael Rowan. I am 5’8” tall. I have strong legs and strong hands. People around me say that I am skinny, but I don’t really think so. I feel as if I eat like a horse. When you actually look into my eyes, a cross from a usually stern face, you would see my cobalt Blue eyes. My eyebrows come close, but they have never completely grown together as one. Of course there is my build (that wasn’t there at one time) but now most people do consider myself as having a moderate build. When you actually can convince me to, I can take off my red and blue clan cloth. Under there, you would see my dusty blonde hair. As for what I wear; my dress at this time is mainly going to be my battle dress. My boots come ¾ the way up my calf. On the tops of them there is a rabbit fur, while there is a blue pentagram, outlined by a green circle on the tops of my feet. Around my waist, there is an English style long sword held on by my last deer belt that I made. Across my back is a short bow. It is about 14 inches long and can propel one of my arrows more than 2 stones throw. And of course, there are the double throwing knives on each of my arms. They are held on by a cross bracing technique that I find very helpful. Some people would recommend that I wear a helmet, but it impedes my vision, so I don’t wear one. For my breastplate, I have a methrill plate, which cost me a cow, but has been very worth it. I have been using the same leggings for twenty-four or twenty-six moons now. They are made from the hide of my second deer that I took down. Does that describe me?