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EVANDER CAYMON MCKINNON evander caymon mckinnon
(NICKNAMES) evan
(GENDER) male
(BIRTHDAY) may twentieth
(HOROSCOPE) gemini
(HOMETOWN) Scotland, bloomfield falls
(AGE) seventeen
(WHERE I STAND) sixth form
(SEXUAL ORIENTATION) straight
(CLIQUE) jocks
(PLAYBY) milo ventimiglia
my mirrors are stained with portraits of your facePHYSICALAPPEARANCEPHYSICALAPPEARANC(HAIR) black
(EYES) grey
(SKIN TONE) tanned for a scotsman
(ETHNICITY) caucasion
(HEIGHT) will be six one when he stops growing
(WEIGHT) 135
(BODY TYPE) slim and slightly gangly, hasn’t quite grown out of it yet
(DISTINGUISHED FEATURES) birthmark on his right thigh. It just looks like a splodge
(PIERCINGS) none
(TATTOOS) none
(PERSONAL STYLE) Ah, Evan. You can call Evan average. Since he's not small, but he’s not exactly scraping the ceiling. He's average. He’s skinny and lower than tall. He doesn’t really let people talk about his height much. Who would? He’s not going to state his height for the record, but he’s not exactly what you would call tall.
Let us move on shall we. He’s pretty dark haired as they go. The dark hair slips into many different shades. Not like a highlight, but random splodges of colour. Most is very near black, the easiest way to recognize him. Seriously dark, if not black. You could call it black if you so desired, but you'd be wrong in the long term. The lighter sections are just about anywhere and everywhere. They range from an auburn to almost chestnut. Its not exactly short, but not long. You'd say it was short, but not clipped to the scalp. Its just...fluffy. It's the length of a piece of string, lets put it that way. He doesn't exactly care much about his appearance, he never has. On special occasions he might run a brush through his hair, but I wouldn't count on it. He doesn't mind the messed up, roguish look and if he doesn't care, should you?
Eyes are easy. He’s quite a dark tan, especially for a scot, but he has very noticeable grey eyes. They blaze out, since they've always held a very active, you could call it childish, joy. They're also lively, and always on the move for something. Not that its creepy shifty eye syndrome, its just the occasional glance around to see who and what's around. There isn't exactly a colour you could state Evan’s eyes as being. Steal grey is too dark, stormcloud has too much blue. Just grey 's too light, steal is closer, but not close enough, he has warmer eyes than steal grey. He’s grey eyed.
Evan's stance is just a normal, I'm-here-don't-have-to-stare sort of stance. It doesn't draw attention, it doesn't say ignore me. Its just normal, no-one needs to stare at him unless they really wish to. He's just Evander, he's not trying to be anyone else. Dress sense wise? Jeans and a shirt. He’s not too bothered really. Jeans and stuff will do him fine.
we'll end this tragedy todayHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORY(FATHER) Greyson McKinnon – Navy Lieutenant – Location: At Sea
(MOTHER) Miranda McKinnon – Housewife – Location: On A Cruise
(SIBLINGS) Charlie McKinnon and May McKinnon – Fifteen and Twelve
(OTHER NOTABLE FAMILY MEMBERS) none
(PETS) too many dogs to note.
(HISTORY) EARLY LIFE
Evander Caymon McKinnon. Older Brother to Charlie McKinnon and May McKinnon. Greyson McKinnon was a Navy Lieutenant. He was promoted to Captain when Evan was four. Charlie was two, and they lived on base, in Benson. Evan loved the base; he lived there and went to school just ten minutes away. He’d take his bike and cycle the half mile to the gate, show his ID card and cycle to school .Charlie joined him after two years and most of the time, the two just spent their life like that. They went to school, they came back.
LIFE BEFORE
The McKinnons lived near the back gate of the base. Behind their house was a large field, where the local farmer kept cows. When Evan was nine, the cows were removed from the field. In their place were seven sheep and two horses. Evan used to sit on the fence, talking to the boy that lived at the farm, Marki. He owned one of the horses, whilst his sister owned the other. Evan used to ride his bike out with Marki and his horse when they went for rides out in the country. A good friend. When Marki’s sister grew out of her horse, Seasme, they didn’t want to sell him. Marki’s horse, Ty, hardly went anywhere without Seasme. He would pine when she went out on rides and he didn’t. He was, in fact, a bit of a wimp. So that was how Evan learned to ride. He worked on Marki’s fathers’ farm to earn his keep. So Marki and Evan grew up together.
FIFTEEN
A good year, until the Fall. Seventeenth of September. Marki’s birthday. Seasme and Ty were really getting on in years. So, Marki got for his birthday a beautiful chestnut mare. She was an ex-race horse at the age of twelve. Marki’s father had actually bought her brother; a cross bred Thoroughbred/Welsh Cob. A nice mix to say the least, but the chestnut had been thrown in at a quarter of the price. Might as well, seeing as she would always be ridden by Evan. It should be mentioned that Evan was still being called Evander now. Anyway, The Welsh Cob cross, Bobby, was actually more highly strung than the chestnut, Melanie. Bobby had tantrums and sometimes just wouldn’t let you near him.
Evan vaulted over the fence that separted both his and Marki's gardens, jogging up the frost covered grass. Marki was standing in the stall with a tall handsome mare.
"Hey, stable boy, yer late!" Marki grinned at his friend.
"Keep wishing, boy. Who's this?" Evan reached out a hand to stroke the mare.
"Melanie, and Bobby's in the next stable. Dad got them for my birthday"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah! I know. Here, take Mel, I'll get Bobby." Marki handed the mare's reins to Evan, who took them, suprised. Sure, why not.
On the fourth of January, Evan and Marki were out on a ride. Bobby hadn’t been behaving herself that morning, and was being friskier than a two year old pure bred Arabian stallion. She wasn’t walking in a straight line, snapping at Melanie and generally being an arse. Marki was a good rider, and had the young cross under control, until something came out from the underbrush
"Bobby! Calm down." Marki scouled for what must've been the thirtieth time. His temper wasn't doing anything good for himself, Bobby or Melanie. The chestnut was becoming more skittish. Evan muttered nonsense at her to calm the mare down. Bobby half-reared, turning on his back legs when a black object shot from the undergrowth. Bobby reared fully, Marki losing his stirrup. Melanie neighed in fear, backing up quickly, throwing her head up. Marki was thrown clear of the horse, where he landed, tumbling down a steep inclimb.
"Mark!" Evander's panicked cries came back unanswered.
It took Evan a full five minutes to get Melanie calm enough to dismount. And his feet hadn't even touched the ground before the mare was off after Bobby. The rein caught Evan a stinging cut across his cheek, but that didn't matter. He scrambled down towards Marki, who had fallen into a ditch.
"Hey, Marki...Mark." Medical training, what little he had, taught Evan to keep Marki warm. So he shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around his unconscious friend. Six hours they were out there. Their phones having been in the saddle bags. They just had to hope Mel and Bob scampered their way back to the stable and raised a search. They were both lucky. Marki only had a slight bang on the head, Evan just a scratched cheek. Enough said that Marki never rode again and their family left the area.
Bobby and Melanie had apparently gone straight home. They were found in their stable, munching down the hay that was left. Safe to say, Marki hasn’t ridden since.
SEVENTEEN
At Seventeen, Evan had done a little bit of medical training at the base. But, more than that, Evan actually joined a gang. But, that didn't last too long.
he started working down at the stud about half a mile away. He’d catch the bus at six thirty. Do a good five hours work: mucking out, hot walking, grooming. Then catch the bus back for his paramedic training. Seven hours on the trot, get back at eight and sleep until six thirty.
His parents began to worry that he wasn’t getting enough sleep and relaxation, so decided to send him back to where he was always happiest, Scotland. He was born in Scotland and always loved it there. He was supposed to go with Marki, but he couldn’t make it, so he was accepted to Bloomfield Falls on his own, just forty minutes up the road from his previous home.
our time to shine beyond the pavementPERSONALITYPERSONALITYPERSONALITY(LIKES) Mechanics ,,
riding ,,
putting his feet up ,,
a bit of a challenge ,,
for some reason, blackbirds ,,
plastic ,,
a bit of laughter, he can’t do with people being too quiet and hard working, everyone needs a little fun ,,
being agreed with ,,
being disagreed with ,,
a good ol’ argument ,,
Tennis ,,
Patience ,,
rugby
(DISLIKES) people who just don’t laugh ,,
too hard workers ,,
the song ‘HERO’ ,,
baseball ,,
people who have no patience ,,
maths ,,
betting ,,
airplanes ,,
sitting at a desk [much prefers sitting on a hay bail] ,,
typing [what’s wrong with a pen and paper]
(HOBBIES) riding ,,
rugby ,,
mechanics ,,
life ,,
stage combat ,,
daydreaming
(FEARS) basements ,,
being asked anything in a chemistry lesson ,,
large spikes ,,
the sea ,,
poisoned chocolate ,,
matchbooks
(SECRETS) evander once ran away from home ,,
he’s been in a gang
he still suffers from nightmares
(DREAMS)to own a giant pretzel factory, really? No
he wants to go into rugby.
(STRENGTHS) rugby ,,
talking ,,
dedication ,,
combat ,,
decisions ,,
laughter
(WEAKNESSES) knowing when to stop ,,
basements ,,
chemistry ,,
languages ,,
paying attention
(OTHER) he talks almost non-stop
he judges very quickly
(PERSONALITY) Evan’s a nice bloke. He likes a good laugh, and can’t help going for one whenever he can. He’s got a big sense of humor, and likes to make other people laugh with him. He hates seeing people depressed and is very rarely depressed him, if he is; he gets over it very quickly. Anything that involves depression is easily swept aside, he just keeps himself to himself and really keeps himself away from depression. Have you ever noticed, that depression hardly ever brings something cheerful after it? He’s a pretty handy guy to have around. He’s a good hand with electronics and generally mechanical things. He likes a good bit of tinkering and you can sometimes find him, on a break, taking the odd thing apart before he puts it back together. A lot of fun is taken in taking things apart, but not actually breaking them in the process.
He’s good at following orders. He just does them. He might question them sometimes. If there’s something like, go jump off a bridge with a lead weight tied to his feet, then maybe he’d just say no, he has some common sense, but usually he just does it. But if it’s just to do something, yes he will do it, to the best of his ability. He can give orders, and will expect them to be followed. He hates most people in authority positions. So the orders bit is a bit irrelevant since he hates the people they’re coming from.
He keeps his head mostly. He has one problem, he can get drunk and such, but he’s getting better. It was a bad influence at college. Not he’s good at keeping his head. He likes to be in control. He doesn’t mind of what, as long as he is included in the bargain. He doesn’t like to be out of control, well obviously. He’s good in a crisis, and can mostly get out of them if such problems arise. But otherwise he’s just a good ol’ reliable Evan. So really, he’s a calm guy. He can get angry, and he’s got a nasty right hook on him. Just watch out when he’s been at the pub for a bit. He’s also deadly sarcastic. It’s hard to get a word out of him that he generally doesn’t mean to be scathing or sarcastic.
He watches as well as talks. He’s used to not being wanted so he watches body language and eyes. They tell you much more than anything else is going to. Mouths lie, usually eyes can’t, unless they’re one hell of an actor. He prefers to watch and wait before butting into a conversation, that doesn’t mean he won’t butt in, it usually just means he’ll wait ten minutes before butting in. Just to make sure he's going to put into an interesting conversation that was worth butting into in the first place. Or something like that. Or maybe he just likes eavesdropping. That's always fun. A confidence trickster. Gain the trust, swipe the wallet. He doesn’t do it anymore, doesn’t have to, rich enough as it is. But it was fun. You can still be a confidence trickster even if you don’t want to nick the targets wallet.
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