EVAN LIAM DANIELS EVAN LIAM DANIELS
(NICKNAMES) VAN (though his parents call him Evvie)
(GENDER) MALE
(BIRTHDAY) JANUARY 19, 1993
(HOROSCOPE) CAPRICORN
(HOMETOWN) (northern)LONDON, ENGLAND
(AGE) 16
(WHERE I STAND) FIFTH YEAR
(SEXUAL ORIENTATION) STRAIGHT
(CLIQUE) JOCKS
(PLAYBY) HENRY CAVILL
my mirrors are stained with portraits of your facePHYSICALAPPEARANCEPHYSICALAPPEARANC(HAIR) BROWN
(EYES) BLUEGREEN
(SKIN TONE) TANNED
(ETHNICITY) CAUCASIAN
(HEIGHT) 6' 1"
(WEIGHT) 170 or so
(BODY TYPE) ATHLETIC/MUSCULAR
(DISTINGUISHED FEATURES) -
(PIERCINGS) -
(TATTOOS) -
(PERSONAL STYLE) Me? Well, I'm hot. I'm hotter than hot, even. Don't wanna take my word for it? Guess that means I'll have to prove it to ya then...
I'm six foot one, and built like the stud I am. Seriously, I hit the gym like every day. Just don't think I'm a muscle freak like on those strong man competitions. My hair is dark brown, and during the football season I keep it cut short. Other times I let it grow out to maybe an inch or two in length and let it do whatever it wants. I haven't spiked my hair since middle school and I don't intend to start that up again for a while unless I have serious bedhead. My eyes are a bright greenish blue color, though if you stare into them long enough you tend to notice the slight reddish brown streak in the left one. But anyone who stares into my eyes long enough to notice tend to just fall in love with me instead of realizing.
On games days I like to wear my football jersey around. Other days it depends on the mood I'm in. Sometimes I wear a beater with a button down shirt over it with a pair of faded jeans and skate shoes. Other days I'll wear a t-shirt and shorts. Though whatever I wear, you can be sure that all the girls will be swooning over me.
we'll end this tragedy todayHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORYHISTORY(FATHER) -
(MOTHER) -
(SIBLINGS) Drew Clarkson, 18
(OTHER NOTABLE FAMILY MEMBERS) Evan was adopted by: Lisa Clarkson-Daniels, 45 - Accountant; Mary Daniels-Clarkson, 42 - Architect when he was a year and a half old
(PETS) -
(HISTORY) Well, I was adopted when I was one and a half years old, by a lovely lesbian couple in London. They had been married the year before, and had adopted my older brother Drew shortly after when he was almost seven. They had both wanted two children, and though they went into the adoption center looking to get a daughter, apparently after hearing my 'story' they couldn't resist taking me home instead.
See, I was about 12 when I finally broke down and asked them about my background. I had gotten pnemonia fairly bad and convinced myself that I was going to die, and I didn't to go out without knowing. As it turns out, my blood parents didn't immediately give me up for when I was born. I can't remember that time, I was far too young, but it was... I remember being happy when my real mother was around, but there were big gaps in that happiness. In retrospect I don't know why I was so pleased when she was around, other than she was the only person I knew.
My adoptive mothers filled me in that my mother was around 15 when she gave birth to me. Apparently she didn't want a kid, which I.. guess I would understand, if it weren't for the fact that the kid in question was me. Anyway, after she had me she managed to hide me for almost a full year because, being a quieter baby, when her friends or boyfriends stopped by, she would simply stuff me in the closet until they left. Eventually her parents put an end to that and forced her to give me away...
I had a pretty normal childhood after I was adpoted - my brother and I knew from a very early age that we weren't the biological child of either our mothers and didn't have to deal with that 'oh so shocking' reveal. Sometimes the two of us had to throw down with our classmates who liked to make fun of our mothers, and we'd always get into trouble like that. Finally Mary - the one whose last name I was given since the agency wouldn't allow a gay couple to adopt a child together - had had enough. She shipped Drew off to Bloomfield Academy, since she had gone there herself as a teen.
It was lonely without my brother around, and it became apparent that he did most of the ass kicking to defend my mothers' good names. I started working out, joined a few teams, and when I was finally old enough to go to BFA I was the fine physical specimen you see before you today. I miss my mothers, but after the first year it's been easier to get over homesickness. Besides, if Drew doesn't get himself thrown out somehow I still have him.
our time to shine beyond the pavementPERSONALITYPERSONALITYPERSONALITY(LIKES) the Arsenal Football Club
Soccer
Girls
His family
Plays/stage performing
UFC
The drama teacher, Camden
Being hit on by the ladies
Drinking
Did I mention the drama teacher?
(DISLIKES) People making fun of his family
His hair getting long - tends to curl if it gets too long
Being dumped/cheated on
Making people cry
Miley Cyrus
People who hit on his girlfriends
Pet names/baby talk
Preachy people
Being yelled at
Lying
(HOBBIES) Bullying/Fighting
Boozing
Eating
Practicing football skills/hanging with friends
(FEARS) Tiny dogs
Clowns
Getting old/death
Jail
Marrying a girl who turns out to be batshit crazy
Failure
(SECRETS) I'm, too sexy for my shirt... Well, that and I wouldn't mind joining the drama club, showing them how it's done. I could be like their king. Their sexy, sexy king.
(DREAMS) To be a famous actor or football star, but mostly an actor
(STRENGTHS) Practically chivalrous with women - his parents would rip him apart if he mistreated a girl
Physically strong
Good looking
Great accent
Friendly (to a point, anyway)
(WEAKNESSES) Jealousy/Bad temper
Kind of stupid
Girls who need help (especially if their bf is an asshole he can beat up)
A bit overdramatic at times
Abandonment issues - though he loves his family, it still gets to him that his real parents got rid of him
(OTHER) He likes to be "needed"
He doesn't like sluttier girls - if they want to be friends or need help, that's fine, but he won't date them
He hates overdramatics from other people - he doesn't care when he gets dramatic, but finds it irritating when others pull that crap
(PERSONALITY) Alright, I'll admit it. I'm a bit of a drama king. I overreact, take things the wrong way, and so on. Most of it is just me exaggerating how I am under this sexy exterior, but if I'm stressed out it's not an overexaggeration. And, ok, I guess I'm a little conceited. I can't help it - I'm a very studly teen well on his way to becoming an extremely studly man.
A very studly man who, however reluctantly, admits that part of his agressive behavior is in fact due to how people made fun of him as a kid. People would make fun of Drew and I for being raised by two women instead of a 'real' set of parents. I guess we, or at least I, get overly agressive to prove that having two mums didn't affect me at all. Which makes it damn near impossible admit that I want to be in the theater without it undoing my efforts so far...
I like to make people laugh, yunno. Pick them up when they're down. When other people are being a killjoy it brings me down as well - while I'm just as hot brooding because other people are making me feel broody, I don't like to fel that way. I'm all about having a good time, enjoying myself with or without others.
I don't think I've been very affected by the fact that I was adopted. Sure, sometimes I do wonder why I wasn't good enough to remain with my real parents, but I love my adopted parents, even my older brother. I think if I ever did bump into my birth mother, I'd have a hell of a lot of questions to ask, but I doubt that day would ever come to pass, and frankly that's too much drama for my liking. Though, in retrospect maybe that's why I have this jealousy streak a mile wide - abadonment issues and all that.
(AND...) You know you want me
DANIELS;; evan
