Trevor Wolff
Trevor grew up in a home that would have been better if it had been broken. He finally did the honors himself.
The second of four children, Trevor’s older brother Jeremy eventually landed in jail. His sister Eliza met one of those horrific fates that happen to young girls in that sort of household, and Henry Jr (HJ), the youngest, didn’t exactly excel in life, either. It was only Trevor, and only because when he was just about to turn seventeen, he had a choice: go live with the Voss family or go to jail for attempted murder.
The Voss family changed his life, although he refused to tone down. When he got caught — repeatedly — smoking pot in the high school bathrooms, he said he was doing it to make people think about how dangerous pot really was. When he bought his Vincent, the reason wasn’t to show off. It was because he wanted something to tinker with. The Vincent was in the sort of shape that it needed more than simple tinkering. It was a project, one that Trevor badly needed.
It was his idea to form ShapeShifter. In fact, the whole ShapeShifter concept came from Trevor, who wished more than anything that he could shapeshift into a wolf and tear that bastard’s throat out, once and for all.
The band was supposed to be a way to get attention, get laid, be somebody. While Trevor dreamed they’d make the big time, he also never stopped dreaming: of writing a Broadway musical. Of being an influence on the music world that would last beyond any of their lives. Of gaining respectability and attention for what he’d done, not how black his eyes were this week.
