Surrealmurda

It was oddly warm for that time of year. The date was December 6th 1979. The doctor exclaimed "its a boy" and the nurse standing next to him said "he sure is!". The mother Barbara said "I'm going to name him Trevor". This child was unique, not only because of the mustache and the fresh fade out of the womb. There was something else...a certain sparkle in his eye. From day one they all knew he was destined for greatness. His first word was in fact "word". His first step was a two step. Even his first girlfriend was ten years his senior and he was just ten. As a teenager he became fluent in foreign languages...all of them. He lived a normal life for the most part. Summers in Nassau and winters in Munich. Aston Martin races on Tuesdays, break dance classes on Thursday. All pretty standard at the time. In his early adulthood he studied for years at the Shaolin Monastery in Song Shan until a falling out with the abbot Shi Yǒngxìn. They are sworn enemies to this day. Soon after leaving the temple and returning to the states his creative urges got the best of him. He practiced every aspect of the arts. Drawing, sculpting, painting anything that would aid in self expression. He hasn't been seen since.

Competitive PVP gaming.

Art, golf, producing music, console collecting.