Post by Seven on Nov 1, 2009 15:21:54 GMT -5
EVAN CAYMON MCKINNON
basics
Full name
Evan Caymon McKinnon
Age
Seventeen
DOB
Eighth December
Gender
Male
Year
Third
Sexuality
Straight
Nationality
Scottish
Place of birth
Inverness, Scotland
Social class
Middle-Class
physical
Height
Almost six foot
Weight
Unknown, doesn't care enough to weigh himself
Hair color and style
Brown. Wears it short and tends to do very little with it.
Eye color
Green
Voice
Light Scottish accent but neither noticably high or low
Distinguishing marks
Scar across his left shoulder from a soccar injury
Build
Athletic, slightly gangly since he's still growing
Stance
Casual, more of a 'yes-i'm-here-doesn't-mean-you-have-to-stare stance'
Clothing style
Seriously not too bothered. Jeans and a shirt'll deal with him. He's a country lad
Basic appearance
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.
personality
& phobias
Cnidophobia - Fear of string
No, seriously. He hates string. It is an irrational fear, more or less the definition of a phobia. It's stupid, he has no idea why, but if you bring string towards him he'll move away pretty sharpish. Maybe there's something in his mind which triggers the fact of 'argh, string!' It's only string, the white type that you can buy anywhere. Other things he doesn't care too much about. Bailing twine is fine, doesn't care, wire is okay, it's just the white twisted string that's so very commen.
Oneirophobia- Fear of dreams
Now this is slightly less odd than the one above. Since Evan does have the occasional nightmare of the accident he had when he was younger. They don't plague him much, just occasionally decide to come back to haunt him.
Unknownwordphobia - Fear of Libraries
No idea what the correct term is, but it's not really Libraries, but Librarians. They're too quiet, creep him out a bit too much.
& the good
putting his feet up ,, - you could say he was a tad lazy. But it's not quite that simple. Evan can put more effort into not doing anything than into doing something. It's strange, I know, but it's true. He'll argue animatedly about not doing something which will take longer than doing the before mentioned act. Strange, isn't it.
a bit of laughter,, - he can’t do with people being too quiet and hard working, everyone needs a little fun. He's a positive person, sometimes considered slightly overly optimistic, but he's not really, he's just not depressed. He's a realist, and he'll laugh about anything. It's his way of dealing with things. He laughs and makes a joke about things. People can be way, way too serious
a good ol’ argument ,, - Oh yeah, he'll aruge for the sake of arguing. And he'll argue about everything to anyone. It's a pass time and it's incredibly enjoyable. He could be on the losing side but really won't care. It's why he's very bad at debating. He just argues. He doesn't have to be right, it's the arugment which counts.
Tennis ,, - Generally any sport'll work. He likes to keep active when he's not lazing around. He has to do something when bored. He can't sit there not doing something, contradictary I know, but if he's putting his feet up he has to be doing something else. Otherwise he'll get up and do something which he prefers. Could be anything.
Patience ,, - Oh, yeah, he hates to be rushed. He'll completely ignore you if you try and push him into something. You've gotta be patient with Evan. He will do it, just on his own time with his own schedual.
& the ugly
people who just don’t laugh ,, - more or less explained above
the song ‘HERO’ ,, - Or any song like it. They hold no reality and are rediculous, deluding and frankly annoying. Enough said
baseball ,, - He just can't get it. He's watched numerous games and they confuse him so much. Someone's tried to explain the rules to him, but it's just not going in. He'll stick to rugby and cricket thanks. Most people find cricket incomprehensible, so it's a fair situation
people who have no patience ,, - Explained above
airplanes ,, - He's not scared of them, just doesn't like them. They're always cold and airplane food isn't usually great. Much prefer to have the patients and use a boat rather than a plane. Get there slower, but much more interesting. And then there's airports, which are even worse, even more boring.
typing - what’s wrong with a pen and paper?
talents
He's a good rower
Laughing, he can laugh at anything, seriously anything.
He's a pretty good tennis player too.
strengths & weaknesses
STRENGTHS
rugby ,,
talking ,,
dedication ,,
combat ,,
decisions ,,
laughter
WEAKNESSES
knowing when to stop ,,
basements ,,
chemistry ,,
languages ,,
paying attention
habits
Drumming his fingers on any surface
Talking without really thinking
Thinking outload
dreams
to own a giant pretzel factory, really? No
he wants to go into rugby.
past
Family members
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
Hometown
Benson - If Greyson isn't at sea, if he is Aberdeen
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, Eddinborogh, away from the medic training and the horses. He was supposed to go with Marki, but he couldn’t make it, so he was accepted to Eddinborough on his own.
etc
POPPY
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What would you like to be called? Poppy
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It was a cold day, even for June, when the young Australian ventured his way towards the animal pens. Most places were pretty cold if you came from someone very warm like Australia, which Endelliot Edan Fflamddwyn definately did. But, he much prefered to go by Edan than use his full name. It was too long and fiddly and people just got it wrong all the time. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Edan made his way across to the first enclosure. He missed being around animals. When he'd lived back home he'd been surrounded by animals, mostly dogs. They'd had a whole pack of dogs back in Mount Isa, but he spent most of his time around three of them.
His favourite by far had been a complete mixed up mutt called Match Morph, or just Morph. The enclosure in front of him held two very bored looking lions. They were both female and were both lying on exposed rocks, heads down on paws. The only sign that either of them were alive was the occasional flick of an ear or a fluff tipped tail. They did just look like huge golden furred statues. Edan sighed, leaning his elbows on the wooden barrier that kept students back. Except it wasn't exactly a very efficient method since a student could easily just skirt under or around said barrier and get to the mesh cage from there. Edan himself could burn his way through the wiring that surrounded the mornful looking creatures and cause some real havoc. But that wasn't quite on his agenda for today.
A brisk breeze whipped passed Edan just as he was turning away from the miserable lions. There was a large pen of what looked like long necked, ugly sheep. Otherwise known as Llamas. Edan sauntered over, hands back in the pockets of his jeans. He wasn't in a hurry to be anywhere and didn't have anything particular to do. He was just wandering as he so often did, wandering aimlessly since he didn't have a path to follow. Then again, Edan had never believed in fate and destiny and all that mumbo jumbo. It was all just mystics and fairytales. Fairtales maybe not, since fairytales count end up having a basis and therefore being scarily active, causing something unpleasant to happen.
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It was a cold day, even for June, when the young Australian ventured his way towards the animal pens. Most places were pretty cold if you came from someone very warm like Australia, which Endelliot Edan Fflamddwyn definately did. But, he much prefered to go by Edan than use his full name. It was too long and fiddly and people just got it wrong all the time. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Edan made his way across to the first enclosure. He missed being around animals. When he'd lived back home he'd been surrounded by animals, mostly dogs. They'd had a whole pack of dogs back in Mount Isa, but he spent most of his time around three of them.
His favourite by far had been a complete mixed up mutt called Match Morph, or just Morph. The enclosure in front of him held two very bored looking lions. They were both female and were both lying on exposed rocks, heads down on paws. The only sign that either of them were alive was the occasional flick of an ear or a fluff tipped tail. They did just look like huge golden furred statues. Edan sighed, leaning his elbows on the wooden barrier that kept students back. Except it wasn't exactly a very efficient method since a student could easily just skirt under or around said barrier and get to the mesh cage from there. Edan himself could burn his way through the wiring that surrounded the mornful looking creatures and cause some real havoc. But that wasn't quite on his agenda for today.
A brisk breeze whipped passed Edan just as he was turning away from the miserable lions. There was a large pen of what looked like long necked, ugly sheep. Otherwise known as Llamas. Edan sauntered over, hands back in the pockets of his jeans. He wasn't in a hurry to be anywhere and didn't have anything particular to do. He was just wandering as he so often did, wandering aimlessly since he didn't have a path to follow. Then again, Edan had never believed in fate and destiny and all that mumbo jumbo. It was all just mystics and fairytales. Fairtales maybe not, since fairytales count end up having a basis and therefore being scarily active, causing something unpleasant to happen.
There was a park table, more of a picnic table sitated just in front of the Llama enclosure. Edan hopped onto it, leaning his feet on the seat as he seated himself on the table. He brought one hand out of his pocket and set it alight. Yes, that is what I said. The pale orange flames licked at Edan's fingers as the sparks danced from one side to another. It wasn't burning him, that would just be unfortunate if that did happen. It just gave him something do do as he curled his fingers to form a fire ball before releasing it into hundreds of little crackling sparks. A Llama watched him with beady eyes as it chewed something green and floppy.
