THE WHO
MYSTERIOUS. BLUNT. PLAYER. Everett Peter Kingsley.
AGE. Nineteen.
BIRTHDAY. November 23, 1990.
OCCUPATION. Photographer.
BIRTH PLACE. Dublin, Ireland.
NATIONALITY. Irish.
ORIENTATION. Heterosexual.
PREMADE TITLE. The Insecure One.
PLAYBY. Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
THE WHAT
MYSTERIOUS. Everett is what some people would consider mysterious. Not many people know a lot about him, or even know him well for that matter. Not many people will know a lot about him, or even know him well. People may think they know him well, but they sure have been fooled. He is filled with nothing but secretes and hides behind lies to protect them. Everett does not speak much of himself, as in he does to give much personal information away. He doesn't like to be judged, and he doesn't like gossip. The fact that he doesn't trust people makes it easy for him to hide who he really is. He likes to keep things very personal, and feels that people don't need to know about his life. Sure, he may tell you his name. Maybe he will even tell you his age or occupation. He knows he can't lie about where he's from, due to the accent. But either then that, everything else he tells you just may be lies. Though this may be a wrong way to do so, he likes to protect himself from whatever. If Everett finds the risk to trust someone worth it, then he will open up and let you in.
BLUNT. The truth hurts, right? Well that's a saying Everett firmly believes in. The way he sees it, you can't always be nice to everyone. He does not think before he talks, and it doesn't bother him one bit. Some people say, there is always a place and a time for everything. He disregards all of that. If he has something to say, he will say it. Everett doesn't care how mean or offensive it is. He will just tell you that he's an honest person. Well, honest when it comes to his thoughts and feelings that is. He doesn't like it when people 'beat around the bush' he would just rather someone to say it how it is, get right to the point.
PLAYER. Biggest fear of Everett's? Commitment. Just hearing the word gives him cold feet and makes him want to run for it. Maybe he hasn't met the right woman. A woman he can trust. Or to be really honest, he just isn't interested in relationships. This would probably be due to the fact that most women are so typical. They gossip like crazy, get mad over the dumbest things, and nag constantly. Well, those are what most of the women he had met were like at least. All he wants is to find a woman who is not like any other woman, then maybe his fear of commitment will disappear. For the time being, he will be one to flirt and act interested. But all he is probably looking for is a friend with benefits or a one night stand. There is even the possibility that he's leading you on for the sake of leading you on, just because he can. If he wants something from you, he'll use you until he gets it. Even if that means he has to pretend to be 'in love' with you.
LIKES. Photography, cigarettes, dress shirts & ties, coffee shops, alcohol, candy, movies, history, kissing, pubs, the 1970s.
DISLIKES. The colour yellow, bad teeth, spicy food, slow walkers, public transportation, women who look fake, feet, hot weather, lemonade, animals
THE WHY
BEST MEMORY. Everett's best memory would have to be the time he got caught being a 'peeping-tom.' Yes it sounds bad, but every time he looks back on it he can;t help but laugh. He was probably around thirteen years of age. This was the stage in his life where he had taken a sudden interest in sex and women. More or less, his hormones began to act up. He had just got a new set of neighbors, their daughter was sixteen years of age. Her name was Bethany, and it was Everett's first crush. He remembered how her room window was right across from his, and she didn't have blinds. He would sit at his window every night, and just watch her as she got undressed for bed. He continued this routine, until the night he got caught. He remembered the amount of trouble his mother gave him for it. When Everett thinks back on it, he laughs. Only because he really isn't a pervert, like he used to be at least.
WORST MEMORY. The time he found out he was a father. He was seventeen years of age. He remembered going to the semi-formal at his school. He partied and drank all night, he had even spent the entire night with this girl he had met. Danielle was her name. He remembered leaving semi with her, and going back to his house. (His parents were gone for a week.) That was the night he had lost his virginity, and he didn't see the girl for about a good month after that. Then the day that ruined his life, was the day she showed up to his locker telling him she was pregnant. May 13th, 2008 was the birth of his beautiful baby girl, Emily May Kingsley.
Born in Dublin, Ireland on November 23rd, 1990. His mother was a waitress at a local restaurant. His father on the other hand, was a musician. Not a famous musician, but one who got the odd gig, or opened up for other musicians that were starting out into the big industry. Everett was the only child in his family. Living in Ireland, he grew up on a farm, and was home schooled by his grandmother. Though at the age of ten things changed.
His parents split up, which caused his mother to decide to move to Lampton Hill, England. It didn't seem too bad for Everett. Going to a normal school had felt a little odd to him, and it took him a few weeks to adjust. He felt embarrassed to speak due to his Irish accent, but got over it eventually. Most of all, he was no longer that little country boy he used to be. He now lived in a town house, rather then a farm. The people he socialized with were somewhat different, this is where pure pressure came in.
Once Everett started high school he showed little interest in it. He didn't want to be in school, but knew had to do it. For the first half of school he had a low average and was just sliding by. He started off by experimenting with weed, but that was the only drug he would stick too. He started to drink, a lot and also started smoking. But most of all, this was the point in his life where he started to get interested in girls. Countless times he would try to get into a girls pants, but he had seemed to fail every time.
At the age of fifteen, he had found out that his dad remarried and had a child with. Everett now had a little half-sister named Sydney. Back to high school though, Everett knew he had to smarten up during his last two years. He needed the good grades to get a decent job to support his new family. Now when did this happen?
Everett was seventeen years old. He had drank a lot at his semi formal, and met a girl named Danielle. They were having a good time and went back to his place, and one thing led to another. May 13th, 2008 Emily Mae Kingsley was born. Even though this was something Everett really didn't want to happen at this stage of his life, he promised that he would be the best dad he could be.
Everett picked up his grades, and went to college for a year to become a photographer. He makes decent money with this profession, enough to support his daughter. Danielle and Everett have split custody of Emily. Danielle has her for one week, and Everett has her for the other week. He doesn't care much about anything, but his daughter means everything to him.
THE HOW
RP SAMPLE.[This is from a previous RP site I used to be a part of, if you'd like an RP sample with Everett just let me know and I'll make one. Thanks.]
Sydney stood outside of her apartment. She moved her leg forward, allowing her entire body to lean forward. She was stretching before her daily run. She needed to stay in shape to maintain the body she had. It was for her personal health, and her career as well. She took the elastic that was wrapped around her wrist and tied her hair into a messy pony tail, allowing her side bangs to hang in front of her face until she pushed them to the side. Personally she thought she looked cute in her white tank top, and red 'booty-shorts' if that's what you want to call them. She was wearing white knee-high socks that had two red stripes at the top, and a pair of red converse to match this red theme that was going on. The converse were not high tops though, because those would just make her feet look enormous.
After she finished her five minute session of stretching, she took her ipod and tucked it into the waist band of her shorts. She placed the headphones in her ears, and started jogging at a pretty even pace.
Sydney loved working out, and most of all she loved running. It gave her a piece of mind and some time to herself. It also made her feel really good. Even though she had poor eating habits herself, she still liked to make an attempt to stay healthy. Even though most people thought she was the opposite due to her skinny frame. But she wasn't anorexic so she didn't understand why some people worried so much. She also loved running with music. It made her feel like she was in her own little world, and she could block anything out. It put her in a very happy go lucky mood, and caused her to be somewhat hyper. She allowed a huge smile to grow on her face, but then again when was she not smiling? It was like a permanent tattoo, she always had a permanent smile on her face. Even when she was in a rather angry state. Which somewhat scared people, because then she ended up just looking psychotic. Which she was the total opposite.
She stopped jogging to only push the sun glasses that were rested on top of her head to her face. The sun was starting to blind her and it was bothering her. She started to jog down the same dirt path she had been jogging down for about a good twenty minutes. She had never went down this path before and it was something new for her. She was always up for a little adventure.
She noticed by the time she had gotten to the end of the path that there was a dog park. Well actually she wouldn't call it a dog park, it was just a normal one. People just liked bringing their dogs out here she supposed. She loved dogs for the most part, but hated German Shepard's. That was only because she had gotten bitten by one at the age of ten and ended up having to get stitches.
She continued to jog, even though seconds later she would have regretted not walking rather then jogging once she felt something roll under her foot. Within a matter of seconds, she went flying, hitting the ground. Her eyes had widened as her sun glasses flew off of her face. Before she even had a moment to pick herself back up, she felt a wet tongue slide across her face and she could only laugh.
Did she actually just fall like that? That was pretty much a classic face plant right there. Her face was surely red, after all it was quite embarrassing and she knew someone must have seen what just happened. She knew for a fact someone would be pointing and laughing, because if she seen this scenario happen to someone else, she would be laughing at the person as well.
All she could do was laugh the entire thing off. She looked down to see what she had 'tripped' on. A dog toy, of course. She could still feel the wet tongue of the dog lick her face, and she laughed more. "Hey boy!" she spoke as she pet the dogs coat of fur. She picked up the toy, as she placed it in the dogs mouth, "I believe this belongs to you."
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