Tall and gangly African-American youth in his late teens with long dreadlocks and fake rasta accent.
A young man in his late teens or early twenties, Trevor is a fairly standard sort of no-account wanna-be gangsta. A hustler and a dealer, he is notorious for selling incredibly poor quality marijuana to undiscerning or gullible buyers who come into the area looking to get high. He has taken to hanging out on the steps of the Carfax since the Devil’s Night incedent, and sometimes has to be told to take a hike. He’s a friendly enough sort of fellow, but rather annoying. Kind of like Jar-Jar Binks.