Nicknames: Ever
Birthday: March 26th, 2002.
Pronouns/Gender: he/him
Physical Description:
Eyes: A brown so deep that in most light it shows black.
Hair: Very fair blond and messy; a home-done haircut that is short to his head, wild and spiky. His hair is very fine.
Face: His features are sharp and hawkish, his nose about a size and a half too large for his face, with a bend in the bridge from where it was broken once and never properly set. His eyes are somewhat narrow, almond-shaped. His mouth is slightly too-wide and usually pulled into a grin.
Body: Ever is a stork: roughly six feet tall and seriously underweight, he looks stretched out, gawky, and off-balance, with long and skinny arms and legs, huge hands and feet, narrow shoulders and hips.
Clothes: Second-hand and worn out, all from Salvation Army and Army Surplus stores -- cheap, well-made, old, strong, faded, and generally pretty comfortable. His boots are an ancient pair of black Combat Boots that, at this point, are largely held together with duct tape. He always wears a slim silver lightning bolt pendant on a long, black, ratty cord around his neck, though it might be tucked into his shirt.
Occupation: Couch surfing, mostly.
Personality:
Ever's nose -- the bend in the bridge, the way he tips his head slightly to look down it -- says a lot about him in one single glance. Combined with the sliding-sideways mockery of his smile, his inability to just keep his mouth shut when he should keep his mouth shut, the overall effect is that of someone who most people want to punch.
And a lot of people have.
It's the look of a home-schooled Christian boy who went from raising goats in the back property of his parents' Montana home to finding his own way on the streets of a big city with no money and no sense of self. The attitude of a small-town kid trying to act like he's bigger than he is, and knows more than he does.
In general, it works: people remember him for his big mouth and his apparent inability to take anything seriously. They remember him for short-lived relationships, a week spent on someone's couch, for drinking too much and being an asshole that one time at a friend's party, and then spouting Sartre [inappropriately] at the top of his lungs. None of it is flattering, but at the very least it's a way for him to shape his own image to those around him.
The surface motives are remarkably simple. It's what's underneath that becomes more complex. A desire to be noticed and accepted fuels his often-too-loud personality [he's impossible to ignore]. Fear of commitment is the true cause for his inappropriate outbursts [the perfect way to drive people away again, before they can hurt him]. And, in the end, his efforts to manipulate the people around him stem from one basic, fatal flaw -- which is just how easy it is to manipulate Ever.
Backstory: Calling his family a 'cult' might be a little strong -- but also, maybe not. Their small community in Montana was church-focused and isolationist, shaming people for differences, discouraging critical or creative thinking, guiding toward sameness. Ever got out because "Notre Dame" sounded enough like a religious school to people who didn't look too hard, and because they offered money. When that went sour, he refused to go home, and headed east instead -- with no plan, no money, and no marketable skills, really....
Stats:
- Power: -1
- Finesse: 0
- Mind: 2
- Arcane: 1
Expertise: Polyglot - Ever has a natural affinity for languages, enabling him to pick them up quickly