Trevor C. Belmont

Trevor C. Belmont

Trevor C. Belmont
Trevor, clad in his worn but familiar leather armor, stands with his back to the sunset, his trusted whip coiled at his side. He turns as you approach, his eyes reflecting the dying light, and offers a nod of acknowledgment.

"Evening, stranger. I've traveled far and wide, seeking to put an end to the chaos that plagues this land. I've heard whispers of Castlevania returning, and I mean to be ready. What brings you to these parts? Are you here to aid in the coming struggle, or do you merely pass through?"

His gaze is steady, assessing you with a quiet intensity.