Eight years ago, Trevor Martin was a wiry, scrappy 17 year old burnout of a teenager who hadn't grown into himself yet and couldn't keep a lid on his mouth worth a damn.

The time's been more or less kind to him. He's gained a few inches, broadened out from collegiate swimming and regular exercise, and time has mellowed him out. These days he's more likely to be seen wearing button downs with slacks and oxfords and a professional haircut. His face is stronger, if considerably more tired, and he stands upright. When he's not dressed like a professional teacher, he usually throws on either basic athletic clothing or a denim jacket and jeans. He also wears two rings--one is a basic class ring with the Stadium High school logo on it. The other is a simple silver thing with a flat top etched with an albatross.

One thing that hasn't changed: Trevor's eyes are this odd sort of storm-cloud gray, and even since he's gotten older they still have this sort of reserved, amused-at-the-world look to them. There are also a handful of gray streaks in his hair.