[h1][center][color=orange]Trevor Martin[/color][/center][/h1]
[hr][center]Location: His House
Interacting With: No one (on occasion the GM)[/center][hr]

He has not had the best of days. Trevor spent most of his time hiding in his house and hoping that no one would come breaking in. He only has knowledge, nothing really physical when it comes to strengths, and right now, he wished that he had more strength in his body than his mind. Trevor looks up into the ceiling of his home, [color=orange]"Alright, I know there is some kind of crap that is going to probably kill me. Why hasn't it shown up yet?"[/color]

After there was no answer, Trevor looked around and started thinking of ways he could prepare himself if he needed to defend himself. His eyes wandered to the sword in its case. It was a true long sword, one he got at a medieval fair a few years ago. The thought of pulling it out was unheard of, but based on the crisis in Altsoba, he was perfectly fine with pulling it down and smashing it. 

He felt better now that he had a sword, but he still felt like he shouldn't just sit around and wait for something to come to him, but he also didn't want to die. He pulled out a six sided die from his pocket, and rolled it. Deciding to leave it up to fate where he went. [color=orange]"Evens I leave the house, odds I stay. Well Oh great and powerful dice god person, where do I go from here?"[/color]