Trevor rider

Prior to the Halloween Event, I had keys to West eclipse Blvd 8 Once the event began, I lost my access to the property. I was told this was a known glitch and in order to get them back I had to get them from the owner; however, the owner of the property is not currently playing on ECRP and unable to provide them again. I filed a report online and was told to go here and request assistance from a senior member of staff to investigate whether or not I had keys to the property and hopefully get them back. Thank you for your help! Kindest regards, Trevor Rider

“Hey Ladybird, you remember how you told us about someone selling base jumping experiences at the pier? Turns out he’s a friend of mine and he just offered to take us off the Vinewood sign for free… you all in? We’re heading there now.” Trevor’s heart sank into his stomach as he heard Jackie’s voice call out over the radio. It had been a chaotic week for Salvation and they were all in desperate need of some distraction, some fun, something other than business to attend to… but the thought of jumping with nothing but a parachute to keep his body from breaking broke Trevor out into a cold sweat. He wasn’t scared of much but when it came to heights… “I’m in,” he agreed before his fears paralyzed his ability to speak, sending the rest of the members of Salvation into an eruption of excited chaos as they arranged how to get everyone up to the designated location. Before he knew it, six of them stood below the towering sign with their instructor walking them through how they were all going to make it out of the situation alive. Jump, rip the cord, tuck your knees, aim for the bridges miles away in the distance and barely visible through the thick haze blanketing Los Santos. It all sounded painfully easy and Trevor kept the words on repeat in his mind as knuckles turned white around the never ending ladder he climbed. What couldn’t have been more than a few hundred feet felt like miles to the ground when his feet hit the platform at the top. The air felt thin and he gulped a deep inhale down into his chest; it was thick, laced with the fear thumping loudly below his ribcage. Everything inside of Trevor was screaming at him to turn around. To climb back down the ladder until his feet were once more safely on the ground. Perhaps he would have done just that had the calls of encouragement not curled into his ears from below. i Trevor wasn’t afraid of much. He’d learned a long time ago to hold his own- it was the byproduct of living a life where he could rely on no one but himself. Salvation had brought with it something he wasn’t used to. Salvation had brought him a family and it was a family that stood now below him calling up with nothing but faith his parachute would not fail. As he looked down on those who he’d lay his life on the line for in a heartbeat, a slight smile broke through the fear and the corners of his lips ticked upwards. He had a reason now to fight through the fear and jump- family. He jumped. The parachute opened with a whoosh of fabric cutting through the air. And as the cheering from below was swallowed whole by distance, his gaze traveled out to a view of Los Santos he’d never before seen. This was his home. This was his family. Fear was conquered that day and as he safely landed with the parachute ballooning gently down around his feet, Trevor’s hope was renewed. With Salvation, he could do anything.

Trevor Rider could have fallen into the trap so many found themselves entangled in not long after entering Los Santos- an endless cycle of petty thefts, visiting through a rotating door to the DOC, and scrambling to make end’s meet. And perhaps, had his first family known to the citizens of Los Santos as The Clowns not fallen victim to the hands of a power hungry leader, he likely would have. Some say when one door closes another opens and Rider was one of the lucky ones to see it come to fruition. After leaving behind the boys he’d laid his life on the line for countless times, he found himself drawn to another organization that appeared, outwardly, to be the exact opposite of what he had grown to know. Salvation was a beacon of light, a group of men and women with morals who toed the lines of righteousness in their belief that to embrace the good, the bad must be extinguished by any means necessary. Salvation was a family that trusted one another with their lives to achieve their goal. It was brotherhood. He rose through the ranks quickly, bringing in with him the boys he’d met in the Clowns who had grown tired of being led by mere ego. And when Salvation began to crumble from the inside out, it was Trevor who stepped forward to begin piecing it all back together. There was no denying the continual changes within the organization were beginning to take its toll and he saw those within its ranks beginning to lose hope. How did they trust one another when in fighting was escalating and membership was dwindling? His voice rose above the crowd to call everyone together and demand change. Something had to give, something had to break to allow room for the light to shine back through and Trevor possessed no hesitation in wielding the sledgehammer. By the time all was said and done, Rider was voted in to High Command and placed as the head of imports and weaponry. What happened next would be anyone’s guess but one thing was certain: Trevor wasn’t giving up without a fight. He’d seen what Salvation was capable of and nothing was going to stop him from helping them rise to the top.

“Hey Ladybird, you remember how you told us about someone selling base jumping experiences at the pier? Turns out he’s a friend of mine and he just offered to take us off the Vinewood sign for free… you all in? We’re heading there now.” Trevor’s heart sank into his stomach as he heard Jackie’s voice call out over the radio. It had been a chaotic week for Salvation and they were all in desperate need of some distraction, some fun, something other than business to attend to… but the thought of jumping with nothing but a parachute to keep his body from breaking broke Trevor out into a cold sweat. He wasn’t scared of much but when it came to heights… “I’m in,” he agreed before his fears paralyzed his ability to speak, sending the rest of the members of Salvation into an eruption of excited chaos as they arranged how to get everyone up to the designated location. Before he knew it, six of them stood below the towering sign with their instructor walking them through how they were all going to make it out of the situation alive. Jump, rip the cord, tuck your knees, aim for the bridges miles away in the distance and barely visible through the thick haze blanketing Los Santos. It all sounded painfully easy and Trevor kept the words on repeat in his mind as knuckles turned white around the never ending ladder he climbed. What couldn’t have been more than a few hundred feet felt like miles to the ground when his feet hit the platform at the top. The air felt thin and he gulped a deep inhale down into his chest; it was thick, laced with the fear thumping loudly below his ribcage. Everything inside of Trevor was screaming at him to turn around. To climb back down the ladder until his feet were once more safely on the ground. Perhaps he would have done just that had the calls of encouragement not curled into his ears from below Trevor wasn’t afraid of much. He’d learned a long time ago to hold his own- it was the byproduct of living a life where he could rely on no one but himself. Salvation had brought with it something he wasn’t used to. Salvation had brought him a family and it was a family that stood now below him calling up with nothing but faith his parachute would not fail. As he looked down on those who he’d lay his life on the line for in a heartbeat, a slight smile broke through the fear and the corners of his lips ticked upwards. He had a reason now to fight through the fear and jump- family. He jumped. The parachute opened with a whoosh of fabric cutting through the air. And as the cheering from below was swallowed whole by distance, his gaze traveled out to a view of Los Santos he’d never before seen. This was his home. This was his family. Fear was conquered that day and as he safely landed with the parachute ballooning gently down around his feet, Trevor’s hope was renewed. With Salvation, he could do anything.

Trevor Rider could have fallen into the trap so many found themselves entangled in not long after entering Los Santos- an endless cycle of petty thefts, visiting through a rotating door to the DOC, and scrambling to make end’s meet. And perhaps, had his first family known to the citizens of Los Santos as The Clowns not fallen victim to the hands of a power hungry leader, he likely would have. Some say when one door closes another opens and Rider was one of the lucky ones to see it come to fruition. After leaving behind the boys he’d laid his life on the line for countless times, he found himself drawn to another organization that appeared, outwardly, to be the exact opposite of what he had grown to know. Salvation was a beacon of light, a group of men and women with morals who toed the lines of righteousness in their belief that to embrace the good, the bad must be extinguished by any means necessary. Salvation was a family that trusted one another with their lives to achieve their goal. It was brotherhood. He rose through the ranks quickly, bringing in with him the boys he’d met in the Clowns who had grown tired of being led by mere ego. And when Salvation began to crumble from the inside out, it was Trevor who stepped forward to begin piecing it all back together. There was no denying the continual changes within the organization were beginning to take its toll and he saw those within its ranks beginning to lose hope. How did they trust one another when in fighting was escalating and membership was dwindling? His voice rose above the crowd to call everyone together and demand change. Something had to give, something had to break to allow room for the light to shine back through and Trevor possessed no hesitation in wielding the sledgehammer. By the time all was said and done, Rider was voted in to High Command and placed as the head of imports and weaponry. What happened next would be anyone’s guess but one thing was certain: Trevor wasn’t giving up without a fight. He’d seen what Salvation was capable of and nothing was going to stop him from helping them rise to the top.