About Sgt. Trevor FishbourneStrength 1
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Skills Stealth - 1
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Gear 1/2 bottle of scotch
Trevor Fishbourne, Sgt., DCS, VC Essential a homeless drifter but he essentially ex-SASas part of L Detachment (the reserve detachment), originally G squadron (an active unit) with all the skills that implies. He suffers from PTSD and related diseases that stem from that as well as old war wounds. Trevor was born in London but soon after his parents made a great deal of money on real estate, they moved to Truro, Cornwall. A place they had fallen in love with on holiday. Trevor grew up hunting, fishing, camping but he also did well academically, particularly in history and politics. After his parents used connections to secure a place at Cambridge he angered them (and they have barely talked since), and instead joined the army at 18. He joined the British Army in 1997, he joined the paras in 2000 and was deployed to Afghanistan in early 2002 as part of Tamera Platoon tasked with a still classified operation and earned is first CGC (Conspicuous Gallantry Cross). After a one your tour, he was recommended and accepted to SAS selection process, and was considered by his new mates a good addition to the force. By the end of 2003, Trevor had married his high school sweetheart, expecting a new child and on his way to Iraq as the British part of Iraqi Freedom. While the main British forces was tasked with securing Basra, the American high command came to respect what the SAS could do and tasked them with many dangerous and difficult missions. It was on one of these missions where he would would earn another CGC by hauling a wounded comrade 120 km to safety over the course of a week. As the Iraqi war slipped into counter insurgency, the SAS was tapped more and more for their extensive experience. As snipers, infiltrates, intelligence gathering and liaising, the SAS has few peers. Trevor participated in many ops using all of the skills and more. Over 70 ops over the next few years. While having career success, his family was falling apart, mainly since he wasn't there, and when he was, it was clear he was still in Iraq. It was obvious he was burning out, so by the end of 2006, he was transferred to B squadron that was stationed in Afghanistan. This was bad timing, as thing where about to get hot in southern Afghanistan. In a classified mission, though rumour has it was a week long battle of unusual intensity against senior Taliban forces, Trevor earned a Victoria cross for what one comrade called the stupidest and the bravest thing I have ever seen. Trevor was badly wounded in this battle and his recovery took over a year. Meanwhile, his wife finally left him, taking their 7 year old daughter. He was suffering from PTSD but was doing everything he could to cover it up. By the time he was released from hospital, in late 2008, he still had some recovering to do. He was transferred to L squadron and left to his own devices. With no family, no purpose, and nothing to do, he began to drink and self-medicate. He smoked and drank whiskey pretty much none stop. It was 6 months later that he began to go on 'missions'. His mates would check in on him every so often but he would be gone for months. His grooming became worse but he would return with foreign whiskeys and have picked up a new language. Finally, he just stopped going home. While he does wander around Europe, mainly in the country side, he spends a majority of his time in England as a homeless person. He generally spends the winters in London, and will go on a 'mission' to Europe every summer, he spends his spring and fall surviving in the English country side. Trevor is currently 37 years old, but looks more like he is 50, he is tough, fast and knows how to survive. There have a been a few times when a young punk gets a nasty surprise when he tries to pick on a homeless man. He still has PTSD which he manages with alcohol and cigarettes. Nothing harder. He is still strong but not like he was when he was a kid. He has a limp from his wounds and his left shoulder aches furiously when it gets cold (bones had to be fused with some metal). He prides himself on his endurance. Two surprising about Trevor, is his pride. Perhaps it seems strange that a man who often has to beg for food, booze and cigarettes would have so much pride, perhaps he just desperately trying to hang onto the normalcy of his past. He is proud of his daughter (though he knows little of her) and he is proud of British army, in particular the SAS. The other surprise, is how much Trevor still reads. Drunk, sober, he is always reading when he can. He will read anything, though he still prefers history and political philosophy. His greatest treasures in the world are his SAS badge and an old beat up picture of his daughter. (he sold his medals long ago). Physical Description: Hair: Greying Brown, long and unkempt, long unkempt beard Skin: Sun tanned Eyes: Blue Ht: 5'11" Wt: 180 lb Slight limp: left leg. Strong Somewhat(though not as good as he used to be) Agile (always has been, he is a good shot, fast on his feet and with his hands) Health ( his old wound continue to bother him, he is getting older and his current lifestyle is really starting to take its toll, but he is very fit and exercises a great deal. He walks everywhere.) Social Trevor was never a social butterfly, but he was a decent guy and had fairly normal and low key relations. That is no longer the case. He has mates who haven't seen him in years (though they would like to). He is distant, awkward and blunt. Though if he was able to deal with his disease he could become more socially functional. Perception When Trevor isn't drunk, he can be fairly perceptive. They are instinctive habits picked up in the SAS Intelligence Trevor is smart, but certainly no genius. He has a knack for languages and as a kid knew quite a bit about computers (though he certainly hasn't kept on that). He could have had a successful career in university (certainly that would have been for the best). He currently uses his intelligence to create new missions and give them increasingly complex back stories. Willpower this is tricky as he used to have decent willpower (no way he could pass through the SAS selection process without it), however, his PTSD has played havoc here. Other than booze and cigarettes, he does has have strong will power when it involves his delusions. It can be really hard to get to him unless push the right emotional buttons (his daughter is a good one) Spirit no idea. Could be good, bad or nothing. It was never part of his upbringing. He went to the C of E like a good English boy. He was never encouraged to explore this part of his life. He used to attend church many years ago, but now only goes when he is desparate for a warm place to sleep or a hot meal. Good things Combat reflexes Very fit High pain threshold Language talent Outdoorsman Military rank : Sargent Bad Things Limp in the left leg Addiction: Alcoholic Rheumatism in left shoulder Dependent: daughter (never around) worth nothing but noteable as a 'button' Addiction: nicotine Appearance : very ungroomed. Otherwise, could be considered a little good looking in uniform Code of honour: soldiers Delusion: Reports to the Prime Minister of England (David Cameron) through secret 'drops' and is the source of his secret missions Flashbacks: typically to various battles and friends deaths Post combat shakes Sense of Duty: The SAS, the British nation and the Queen. In that order. Competent Skills Climbing - good Soccer - fair Parachuting - good (HALO, HAHO and LALO) Swimming - good Guns - excellent (military grade) Heavy weapons - good Grenades - good Spear/bayonet - fair Knife - excellent Forward Observer - good (for air strikes and arty strikes, intel gathering etc) Explosives – good Hand to hand combat – very good Forced entry - fair Hiking - excellent Navigation - very good Panhandling - good Stealth - fair Computer operation - good (but a little out of date) Computer programming - fair (but a little out of date) First aid - good Surgery - basic Cooking - fair Area knowledge : England, Europe, Iraq and Afganistan (good) Armoury ( miltary weapons) enough to maintain- good Camouflage - good Intelligence analysis - good Leadership - not good (used to be fair) Tactics - excellent Strategy - excellent History (miliatry) - excellent Literature (english) - good Research - good Driving - cars, trucks, AFV - good piloting - aircraft - fair Piloting - helicopter - basic |
