Everyst
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Everett 'Everyst' Sinclair
Confident Daring Sociable
Information
Male
Gender
Bisexual
Orientation
25
Age
Husky
Species
Street Racer
Occupation
07/23
Birthdate
Need 4 Speed
Universe
Charleston, West Virginia
Hometown
Chaotic Good
Alignment
ENFP-T
MBTI
Intro
You meet him for the first time when you’re fresh off the track, the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber still clogging the air, the loss digging sharp claws into the meat of your chest as you climb from your car. It had been close, so close you could taste the victory on your tongue, and then-
And then that goddamn corvette had swerved into the street off a side road, tires squealing, skidding, fighting for purchase that they found before the bastard was eating up the final stretch, hardly an inch of momentum lost in the turn.
He’s sitting on the hood of his car, when you spot him, one of his legs tucked up under his body in a way that makes you anxious for his paint job, though from the way he was driving chipped paint is probably the least of the car's concerns. He’s holding a conversation with a neat little ring of people formed around the sleek body of his car. One of them says something, you’re too far to hear what, but the laugh he barks out is a loud echoing thing, it settles warm in your ears, in your chest, and then he is saying something, gesturing almost manically with his hands, casting an idle glance around the track and- oh. His gaze catches on you with a heavy weight that has your breath catching in the back of your throat. He grins, bright and wide, shark-like, showing off sharp pointed canines. He turns back to quickly finish his sentence before he’s hopping down and... walking towards you...
There’s a skip in his step, and you square your shoulders, lift your chin, if this guy is going to gloat about winning with that stunt you're not going to just lie down and take it.
“Hey!” He calls, with an easy wave, and you heasitate, “nice driving, dude! That was sick, I seriously thought I was stuck in your dust for a sec there!”
“Oh.” You say, pleasantly surprised, “Thanks. That move was insane, but impressive as hell, congrats.”
Looking at him in this new light, as he takes his win graciously, his grin is less shark more puppy greeting you after work. At the compliment, somehow, he shines even brighter, his tail is fucking wagging.
“I’m here in town for a few more days , maybe we should get together for a rematch. Just us this time.”
Voice Claim
Evan Buckley
Background
Everyst is the youngest son in a house stuffed near capacity, four older brothers and one sister. His parents were out to work, most days, too busy providing for a family of eight to actually spend time with them, and Everyst, being the 'kid' brother, often slipped through the cracks with his siblings. He was an accident, mostly, is the thing. A mistake made seven years after their last planned kid. By the time he was six, his siblings were either too cool to hang out with their baby brother, or were moving out of the house, or getting on with their lives. If he wanted someone to pay attention to him, he had to act out, he had to get himself hurt, he had to be loud, he had to make himself impossible to ignore. He spent a lot of time in hospitals, with broken bones, or sitting on the counter in the bathroom with his sister, a first aid kit open beside them as she patched up his cuts and scrapes. It wasn't good, it wasn't fun, he's fairly certain his parents cursed him out to hell and back for the times his school called CPS around to investigate his injuries (three times) even if they'd always dote on him after every new cast.
At some point, the simpering hug his parents would give him after an injury lost it's shine, and he turned his sights away from his family. He had a lot of friends at school, a lot of friends at the library, a lot of friends at the diner down the street. He was good at that, making friends, being someone people want to hang out with, endearing the chef with a kind smile and the kids in his class who thought the cast on his arm was cool (because his parents' affecions may have grown stale, but the adrenaline rush he'd get jumping out of a tree never grew old).
He was fifteen, the first time he ever got behind a wheel, with a thick scratchy brace wrapped around his wrist and someones borrowed gloves strapped as tight as they'd damn well get on his hands. After school, on the old abandoned road on the outskirts of the city, in Sally Mason's dads chevy as she smirked at him from the passenger seat. He'd felt like the damn coolest cat, hanging out with the high school seniors as they smoked weed underneath the old bridge, but sitting behind that car, that set a fire in his veins. (Sally Mason crawling into his seat with a hand down his pants after he'd spun the car out on a sharp turn wasn't so bad either.)
(this bit will probably be edited a million times) He crashed his car at seventeen, a bad crash, demolished his car, nearly wrapped around a tree, and he walked away with a few bumps and bruises, and no one ever found out, he thought, maybe this is a sign. A sign to settle down, straighten out, be something his parents could be proud of. He graduated high school with a 3.1 GPA, and survived community college for a good miserable six months before he found himself staring a bit too long at the railing of that bridge, watching traffic a bit too closely. And the thing is, his parents didn't give a single shit that he was in college, that he was working on a degree, that he was doing everything in his power to be someone they could tell their neighbours about- no, he was living at home and they hadn't said a word to him since his graduation. By the time he would have been starting his second year, he was saying screw this, dropping out of school, and moving into second-hand honda civic, exploring the country in search of just about any damn autocross he could find.
Eventually, when he was sick of living place to place, driving across the country, sleeping out of his car more nights than not with money too tight to afford a hotel, so lonely he could feel it gnawing on his bones, he caught wind of a budding racing circuit in Los Angeles, he thought, if I can't find a place to belong, I'll make one, or I'll die trying, rented his first ever apartment, and got a job out of an auto-shop.
Trivia
He drives a corvette z06.
Driving is a language of love for him, if he likes you, he'll want to race you, if he really likes you, he might inivte you into the passenger seat.
He's ambidextrous
He tends to lose his train of thought if he gets too excited/interested in something.
He likes kids, and while he's never really seriously thought about when, where, or how it might happen, he wants to be a dad some day.
He speaks a little spanish from time spent racing in Mexico.
He is amazing behind a wheel. He's pretty decent at fixing up a ride too, really anything to do with cars he's got on lock.
He can dance, though not in any professional capacity, he's good at moving his body with the music and making it look natural.
He had a stutter as a kid, and while he has mostly grown out of it by now it still makes an appearance on occasion.
Most of the time, he finds it impossible to sit with both feet on the floor.
When he's driving, he grits his jaw and leans further into his seat, more and more the longer a race goes on. If tensions are particularly high (rivalry, challenge, pissed the hell off) he might even bare his teeth.
He increasingly gesticulates with his body the more emotionally charged a conversation gets.
He twists his lip rings when he's restless.
He has a complex relationship with sex, but he always finds himself in the habit falling back on it, whether to silence his thoughts, as a way to punish himself, or even just to feel connected to someone for a short period of time, to fall aslseep and wake up next to a warm body for once. He always finds his way back
Everyst is very sociable, he knows how to read people, how to appeal to them, how to make himself tolerable, if not likeable. He could probably charm the socks off of anyone if he tried hard enough. He likes to be liked, so if someone doesn't like him, it can grate on him a little. Okay, a lot. Its fine, he'll win them over eventually.
He can get a little overwhelmed by his emotions sometimes, especially things that make him feel rejected, jealous, possessive... the more negative things. It can make him act a bit irrational when it happens, defensive, standoffish, snappy. He's always embarrassed when he cools down.
He has a low sense of self worth, and often has self depricating or borderline suicidal thoughts, not that he wants to kill himself, just... he doesn't always factor in the fact that his life is worth more than this thing, that he shouldn't put this thing above his own safety, that he's more than his driving.
He's independant, almost to a negative degree. He doesn't like relying on others. He's been on his own basically his whole life, and he often doesn't know how to let someone help him even if he needs it.
His best memory is driving a car, not a specific number, while his first time had been exhilirating it had been beat out, his sisters old beat up camero, radio on, windows down, while she cheered him on from the back seat, because; it's safer for me back here, I won’t go through the windshield if you hit something it was her last day in town before she'd be headed off to college, before she'd be leaving him behind, and it was sad, don't get him wrong, but it was also amazing, best day ever, she'd woken him up, late afternoon and driven him out to the old landfill, to the raacing track set up there by a group of her friends, and they'd spent the day trading off the wheel until it got too dark to see the road infront of them.
His worst memory is the (first) time he crashed a car, seventeen years old with his heart heavy on his chest and an appetite for danger far too big than was good for him, the track was rain slick from the storm earlier that day, the sky dark, not a star in sight with the thick fog hanging in the air, the tires just wouldn't turn, the car had gone straight over the curb, flipped at least three times before it hit a tree with a trunk thick enough to kill the momentum, he'd made it out fine, mostly, a sprained arm, a few broken ribs and a concussion, but life intact. Emotionally he hadn't been so lucky, not when his parents hadn't even shown up to drive him home from the emergency room and he'd had use his cracked but still working cell to call an uber to take him home. (they hadn't even noticed, is the thing. When he walked in the front door his mother hardly even glanced his way, probably hadn't even answered the phone when the hospital called (it took nearly six days, when one of his older brothers visiting home for the weekend asked about it, for anyone to notice))
Abandonment - Everyst has a deep seated fear of abandonment, born in the time as a kid spent under a roof with parents who tolerated him, at best, and only growing the older he got as his siblings slowly moved out of the house and into the rest of their lives; as they left him behind. When he cares about someone he holds on, tight as he can, he'll try to make himself useful, try to make himself worth it. To this effort, he will avoid communication about the way he's feeling, if he's easy to deal with he'll be easy to stay for, whats the easiest person to deal with? Someone who has no problems!
Insignificance - Everyst is scared he might die acomplishing nothing, being nothing, never being good enough for anyone to stay-. He's good at racing, yeah, and he's proud of it. But being good isn't good enough. Everyone in his circuit is good, he has to be better, otherwise whats the damn point? So he plays fast and dangerous, he takes turns sharper, pushes his car faster, burns and burns and burns in the hopes he will be able to make himself something of worth before the fire consumes him.
Spiders - Everyst is terrified of spiders. He can remember the first time he ever properly encountered one vividly, five years old, picking up his toothbrush to finish off is nightly routine with his sister grinning down at him, her own mouth foaming with minty bubbles. It was a good moment, warm, wholesome, until her eyes widened as big as dinner plates and she shrieked loud enough his ears rang, grabbed him by the arm, and slapped a big hairy spider off his hand. He'd watched it crawl under the sink as she hefted him up into her arms, crying for one of their brothers to kill it kill it! and he'd been crying with her! The trauma of it never really left him. If there's a spider in the room, Everyst is out the door in seconds flat.
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Design Notes
Light red eyeshadow under his eyes.
Can be drawn with or without coat.
He has a few moles on his back/shoulders.
It's cool if you miss some of his piercings... he's got a lot LMAO
Feel free to simplify him, so long as hes recognizable!
Likes
All things street racing and fancy cars. He loves himself a fancy car.
Soft serve ice cream.
Dramas, and Rom-coms, Horrors, Thrillers, he's a big fan of anything that can get him to the edge of his seat.
Touching. Biig fan of touch, he'll take any excuse. In that same vein, he loves sharing a bed with someone, whether entirely just to sleep or otherwise.
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Dislikes
Documentaries about anything other than cars... so long... so boring...
Hates hates hates politics.
Journaling. He's tried it, multiple times, each time it has scorned him, literally, either his pen breaks or he gets a papercut or his note book catches on fire(he didn't realize it was on the radiator okay?) who needs to write down their thoughts anyway? Thats what phones are for.
Math.
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Inventory
Keys The keys to his car, apartment, and garage, with an iridescent coin keychain on the ring.
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You're On Your Own, Kid
Taylor Swift
- Kiwi by Harry Styles Tag Tag Tag
- Slow Down by Chase atlantic Tag Tag
- Shut up And Drive by Rihanna Tag Tag Tag
- Shivers by Netrum, Halvorsen Tag
- Timber by Pitbull, Kesha Tag Tag
- Fitzpleasure by alt-J Tag Tag
- WAWA by Mowalola, Lancey Foux Tag Tag Tag
- PARANOID by Chase Atlantic Tag
- Crash & Burn by KUURO Tag Tag Tag Tag
- Don't Stop by KUURO Tag Tag
- Racing Light by Killabyte Tag Tag Tag
- MONEY ON THE DASH by Elley Duhé, Whethan Tag
- MANEATER by JKRS, ECHO Tag Tag Tag Tag
- Thin Line by TALI, La Renzo Tag Tag
- Don't Stop the Music by Ed Marquis, Emie Tag Tag Tag
- Life is a Highway by Rascal Flatts Tag
Relationships
Cohen helped Everyst out like, an insane amount when he first came to LA, and then he didn't even ask for anything in return, like a crazy man. He gave Everyst a job, a car, a place to sleep, and basically his whole extended found family in the end. What a man.
Nadia Moore
Nadia is Cohens daughter, and by extension Everyst really got to know her in the few weeks he slept on their couch.
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