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 I Walk a Lonely Road, 16 // wellwader // colton haynes
everett jeffries
student • 16 YRS
infp
Occupation
student
Nickname
Rhett, Evie
Pronouns
he/him/his
Sexual Orientation
homosexual
Status
single
Partner
n/a
Riding Style
Western
Gus
is
Augustus Waters

Breed
Andalusian
Gender
Gelding
Age
6 Years
Disciplines
Dressage
Application
is Offline


Age
37
Pronouns
she/her/hers
Timezone
GMT-5
Contact
PM Me for Discord!
24 Posts
220 Points
Wellwader
student
Everett Jeffries
CW: physical abuse, death of a parent, dementia, foster care, vague sexual abuse references

Basics


Full Name: everett tiberius jeffries
Nickname/Alias: rhett, evie, kid
Date of Birth: April 12th
Current Age: 16
Gender: cismale
Pronouns: he/him/his
User Group: wellwader
Sub-Group: student

Appearance


Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 166 lbs
Scars or Marks: Answer Here
Tattoos or Piercings Answer Here
Face Claim: colton haynes

Personality


MBTI Type: infj
Likes: airplanes, physics, engineering, model airplanes, model cars, putting things together, true crime, solving mysteries, reading books, being alone, playing baseball, summer weather, the heat of a dugout, being praised, being recognized for something that's real, praise, recognition, awards that mean something, warm weather, dry heat, baseball diamonds, video games, legend of zelda, sewing, putting his feet up, intelligent discourse, people who can keep up with him intellectually, people who are smarter than he is, school, excelling academically, the study if history, political discourse, making people uncomfortable, exposing "wrong" thinking, getting under people's skin, fighting, feeling in control, winning, being the best, hard work, making the most of difficult situations, people who like him, people who understand him, being understood, his horse
Dislikes: being called "smart," being touched, meaningless awards, hard-defined gender roles, being told that he can't do something, bullies, homophobes, teachers, being abandoned, being misunderstood, people turning their back on him, people who don't employ teamwork, people who are too individualistic, people who don't put in enough effort, people in general, when teachers call him out on something, being wrong, losing, getting into trouble for things he can't help, people who don't understand what it's like to be in his shoes, social workers, people who look down on him for his intelligence, having to do things that he doesn't want to do, having to follow rules, rules that make no sense, not having his own things
Strengths: intelligent, athletic, physically strong, mentally strong, courageous, adventurous, creative, quick learner, willing to try, team player, loyal (when it suits him), individual
Weaknesses: stingy, apprehensive, perfectionistic, damaged by foster care, angry, dissociated, disconnected from people, anti-social, poor temper, poor emotional inhibition
Fears: losing gus, being abandoned again, being stung by a bee (he's allergic), falling on the trail, breaking a bone, not getting into college, losing a scholarship, being rejected, getting kicked by a horse, ruining a perfect game
Aspirations: become a professional baseball player (secondary), become a pilot (primary), get into a great school with scholarships

Psychology


Divergence: reactive attachment disorder, depression, oppositional defiant disorder, post traumatic stress disorder
Risk Factors: early removal from his mother to foster care due to her early-onset alzheimer's disease, repeated abandonment by foster carers
Current Treatment: anti-anxiety medications used in the treatment of ptsd and rad

Brook Haven Referral


Referred by: bradford james, social worker
Referred for: reactive attachment disorder, aggressive behavior, lack of bonding, not getting adopted
Problem Areas: everett has huge anger issues. he's quick to lash out and he gets into a lot of fights. he needs to be constantly stimulated. wellwaders will be good for him.

Relationships


Romantic Orientation: homoromantic
Sexual Orientation: demi/sapiosexual
Relationship Status: single
Significant Other: n/a

Lifestyle


Career/Occupation: student
Education: junior year
Dream Job: pilot
Home Town: hollywood, florida
Religion: atheist

Equestrian Life


Preferred Riding Style: english
Disciplines: dressage
Riding Strengths: good communication, loves his horse, good teamwork
Riding Weaknesses: angry, aggressive with the horse, stubborn
You remember her as warmth and the scent of peaches hanging in the air, the taste of vanilla ice cream and the comfort of a warm bubble bath before bed. Her voice hangs in your mind, singing a soft lullaby that you hardly remember at sixteen years old, but you know that voice. It haunts your dreams, the few good dreams you have left in your life. Now you collect memories and you hold them close to you. The scrap books and photographs were taken from you long ago, and you've since learned to keep the memories locked in your heart. They belong to you, something that nobody can ever take from you, and so you hold them close where others can't reach them and rob you of the little good things that you have left in your life. You cling to memories the way that a child clings to a favorite teddy bear, taking comfort from them and allowing them to guide you into dreamless sleep. Most nights "dreamless" is the best that you can hope for, though some nights you're lucky and she comes to you, bringing with her the soft tenderness of those memories.

Three Years Old

It's bath time and she's smiling again, that big, happy grin that's reserved just for you. Every time you enter the room, she lights up like Christmas morning, as though she's been given the greatest gift of all. Bath times are particularly special because they're a time when it's just the two of you. Most days she works late and you spend your time with the baby sitter through dinner, but when she comes home, it's as though you're the only person in her entire world. She listens to you babble on about your day, coloring in the books and playing with your cars or in the little sandbox out back. Mommy sits back and listens while you chatter, and she never interrupts you, doesn't scold you, doesn't force you to hold back from her. Instead, she encourages you to keep talking. You chatter on while she runs the tub full of the water, warm like you like it but not too hot, and full to the brim with bubbles that smell sweetly of apples. She knows already, but you tell her anyway that the babysitter whose name is Sara let you have apples and caramel for dessert tonight, and that you'd like to have Applejax for breakfast because you like apples. Mommy smiles at you and helps you into the tub, catching you when you slip on the bottom where the soap has made it slick. Her hands are gentle and caressing as they help you get clean from a busy day of play, and she says nothing as you continue to chatter about how you saw a robin this morning and that means that it's Spring time and you can't wait for it to be summer because Sara promised to take you to the park this summer. She's not saying anything, not talking as you chatter on. You're three years old and you don't think anything of how unusual it is for her not to ask questions about your day until you've run out of things to say and she's not talking. Curious, you look up at her face to see what she's doing, and she's staring blankly at the wall, her lips moving but no sound coming out. Her eyes aren't focused on you the way that they normally are, and she's not smiling. Something seems wrong about her, and you splash her with the water, giggling, hoping that she'll wake up and look at you again. It reminds you of her when she's asleep, only her eyes are open and that's strange and wrong, but you can't put words on it, and you don't know what to do when something's wrong with Mommy. Nobody ever taught you to call 9-1-1 if something went wrong, and you're not sure that something is wrong, only that Mommy normally talks to you, and she's not acting right. She doesn't move when you splash her, so you tap her hand, then pat it harder. It's almost like hitting, only it isn't because you're scared and she's not responding to you and you don't know what to do if she won't talk to you. Frightened, you cry out for her, but she doesn't move, and the seconds tick by. 1. . . 2. . . 3. . . 4. . . and then she blinks and she's back again, but she's looking at you funny, like she doesn't know who you are. She sits back on her heels and stares at you, and you start to cry until she scoops you up into her arms and cradles you, the wet of your body soaking through her shirt as she croons to you in that soft, unforgettable voice. You're only three, but you're sure that you've never cried harder in your entire life, ad you don't know what you're crying about other than fear.

Four Years Old

The social worker said that it was for the best, that your mommy can't take care of you any more because she hit you too hard and the babysitter (who isn't Sara any more, but some man named Joe who you don't like very much) called social services to take you away to somewhere else. Mommy's been acting strange for a while now, but she never hit you before this. She called you a different name, a name that you didn't recognize, and she yelled at you like she was scared the way you were scared when she acted funny that first time. Things have gotten worse since then, but you're only four and you don't understand what it means when they tell you that your mommy is very sick and she's going to go to the hospital and not come out again. You're too young to understand death when it comes for her three months after you went into foster care, too young to process things at her funeral while everyone says goodbye and they put her down into the ground. You screamed, then, trying to get to her casket. In your distant memory you remember telling your foster mother that you'd rather go with Mommy than go home with her, but she pulled you away and made you get in the car. Somebody said that it was over now, that your life could go on again, but it doesn't feel that way for you. Your foster parents are talking about adoption and they want you to call them "Mommy" and "Daddy," but you already had a mommy who you loved and why would you ever want or need to have another one? They don't understand that she wasn't mean to you. People are always saying things about how she hit you and she wasn't nice to you and how that's abusive. Of course they don't say this to your face, but you overhear conversations that you wish you didn't, and you don't understand what "abusive" means, but you don't think they're right about anything. She never hurt you, not the way that they think she hurt you. Your mommy was the best mommy she could be, and you understand that. How do they know what they're talking about when they don't know the memories that you have of her, the way she used to hold you when you were younger, and how she sang to you. These people don't ask about your day or what you had to eat and they don't like to hear you talk and most of all, you're not the center of their universe. Don't they understand? Your social worker says that the family doesn't want to adopt you because you've made trouble for them. You're happy about that, and you tell her so. One mommy was enough, and you don't need another one, and you don't want another one. The social worker (whose name you're forever forgetting) seems confused by this. She's young and she's new and over time you'll begin to realize that the new ones don't understand the important things that really matter, like how you don't need a replacement for the mother you had. She (the social worker) likes to insist that Mommy was bad to you, that she hit you and that wasn't alright. Maybe she's trying to do the right thing, but you're five years old and you don't understand what she's saying to you and why she won't believe you. Mommy was the best thing you ever had in your life and nobody can make it right again now that she's gone. The harder the nameless social worker tries to make you believe her lies, the harder you try to prove that she's wrong. It's a vicious cycle, because the harder you try to prove that she's wrong, the more you act out, and the more you act out, the harder it is for her to find a good foster home for you. Nobody will want to adopt you. She tells you that one day while she's driving you to the third home since the "failed adoption." You don't understand the words that she uses, or why her voice is so hard when she speaks to you about your mother or your "options." One thing you do know is that she doesn't like you, and after a while you're even sure that she doesn't care about you. She's not so young any more, not so new to the system that she doesn't understand the way that things really are, and she's stopped being the "good guy" and has become just another one in a string of social workers you'll have throughout your lifetime. You're five years old and you're already tired of trying. Somehow you feel old, ancient. None of the little boy who sat in the bathtub after a long day of playing with Sara is left. When she took you, your social worker made you grow up, made you get older. You feel sometimes as though she took Mommy away from you and not the other way around, and you're devastated. She wants you to trust her, but how can you do that when she took the most important thing in your life away from you? No matter how hard she tries, you're never going to trust her. You don't want a new mommy and daddy, you want things to be the way that they were before.

Six Years Old

You started school this year, entering kindergarten a bit later than your peers. They're younger than you, and people look at you strangely because you're bigger than the other kids. Most of them don't want to play with you and you don't understand why. The teacher isn't any help: She can't force them to spend time with you if they don't want to, so you wind up focusing on other things, instead. Most of the time you sit at your desk and draw, or you read, since you know how. Sometimes you write down the words from your books, practicing your penmanship. There's no parent to sit parent-teacher conferences and this month's foster parents are more interested in what their own son, Tyler, has accomplished this period, so they don't attend. Mrs. Scott, your teacher, asks you the next day how come they hadn't shown up when they had an appointment, and you shrug your shoulders at her. What's the point in trying to explain it to her? Mommy's "gone" (whatever that means, all you know is that she went to the hospital and never came home) and now people don't care about what you do any more. They don't want to hear about how well you're doing in school, so Mrs. Scott sits you down to tell you that she thinks you're exceptional, and that she's going to ask that your social worker allow you to be advanced to the second grade instead of the first grade. You're only six and you don't know how important that is, or that your social worker might tell you "no" to moving ahead of your schedule. Everything in your life is planned by the state now, from what you wear to what you eat to who you live with. You hate being controlled, but what is there for you to do about it? She's not left you with any choice. So you smile and nod to the teacher who you might have loved if you'd met her before the string of foster parents who have cared so little for you, or met her before the nameless social worker. Maybe you can't tell it, but she knows your heart is empty because your eyes are empty. You feel nothing about any of it, because none of it matters. There's nobody waiting at home to light up like Christmas morning when you come home with a fantastic report card. You've given up all hope that anybody is ever going to care. Hard work is the only thing that drives you because it chases boredom and it keeps you from feeling crazy. Some days you feel crazier than others, and those are the trapped days in the house where the foster parents won't let you read or work on your letters or numbers and you scream and you scream until they have you tested for autism. The doctor says that you're on the spectrum, but you don't know what that means, and you don't care when they move you out to a home for special needs children.

Seven Years Old

It's a different social worker now, a younger woman who calls herself Marley and has a gentle face without all the angles the other one had. Her eyes are a funny color, one you haven't seen before, and when you ask her about it, she says that they're called "hazel." The social worker before her didn't sign off on putting you in the second grade, and instead she's placed you in a special education class with children who drool on their papers and scribble on their coloring pages. You're bored and listless and the life is draining out of you and Marley can't do a thing about it. You find her crying in the car one day when she forgets to pick you up for your weekly therapy session with the old Dr. Martin who sometimes falls asleep when you're talking to him. She forgot to come inside and get you, and her face is streaked with tears. You've seen misery before in your life, the last few days you spend with Mommy she looked like this, her eyes puffy and swollen and wet and pleading with you to please forgive her. But Marley just wipes her tears away and smiles at you, and for the first time in a while it feels like maybe this is Christmas morning, because that smile might be sad, but it's all yours, at least for right now. She tells you that she has to take you to another home today, and that it has to happen quickly because the foster parents are mad. You don't remember what you did to make them mad this time, and she explains to you that it's because of something you wrote in the notebook that you keep around you all the time. It's hard to remember what you wrote, but Marley says that it's something about your mother, that they'd thought you were making progress but obviously you're only getting worse. You're stubborn, Marley says, but she smiles when she says it and she gives you an enormous hug to make up for it. Then you go to see Dr. Martin and he drools while he sleeps, spittle dribbling from his mouth to his chin to the collar of his shirt and he's not listening to you the way that Marley did. He's sleeping, so you feel okay when you whisper to him that you wish Marley would adopt you because you understand adoption now and you know that Mommy's never coming back, so maybe you do need a new one to look after you and to love you when there's nobody else to love you. The foster parents surely don't, and you're going to have a new pair of them starting tonight. Maybe they won't even like you. Marley likes you, so why can't you go and stay with her?

Eight Years Old

It was all a lie. That's what you tell yourself when the nights get bad. Somebody took Marley off your case, but the new social worker, Mr. Joshua, won't tell you why they gave you him. He's cold and he's stern, and you've heard somebody say that he "gets the job done" but what you know most about him is that you don't like him. He might have helped you stay in one foster home for more than eight months now, but he's not helping you. When your teacher wanted to hold you back in the first grade, he agreed that holding you back was a good idea, and you're more frustrated than ever with the work that they're giving you. Who wants to add and subtract when they can multiply and divide? At least you got a new teacher this year, one who understands you better than the teacher last year. She's angry, Mrs. Fisher is. She asks you why you think you're still in the first grade and you stare at her blankly. Does she think you have control over this? Maybe the other children can work hard and move up through the levels, but whenever you start to get ahead, there's somebody there who wants to hold you back. Nobody explained it to you before, so she tries to tell you that last year's teacher was frustrated with your behavior in class, and the fact that you didn't listen to her but did things on your own, instead. It's hard for her, and you can tell, but she tries to explain to you that last year's teacher (whose name you've forgotten) felt like you were making her look bad by learning on your own, like she wasn't doing your job. Why did the social worker believe her? You want to ask, but you don't because the answer is obvious: He doesn't like you, and you're just a kid. Kids don't have control of the things that happen to them, which homes they go to, and whether or not they get adopted. Only adults can control those things. Mr. Joshua wants to be in control, so he held you back a grade because it made him the bigger person. Maybe he's threatened because you can count higher than his IQ. You suggest this to the teacher, and for a moment her eyes go wide and then she bursts out laughing at the joke. It's the first time somebody has laughed with you in a long time, and you join her. For a moment, her attention is all on you, and you wonder if she could be a mommy, too.

Nine Years Old

You don't know what a guardian ad litem is, and you didn't know that you had one, but thanks to the one assigned to your by the court, they passed you into the third grade. Your teacher is already impressed with your long division and is surprised that she's not teaching you so much as you're teaching her. Twice now you've corrected her mistakes at the black board, and instead of being embarrassed, she's told you that she's impressed with what you can do. Now that you're in the right grade for your age, and out of the special education classes, people are starting to pay attention to you again. It's still hard to make friends. You're socially awkward, and somebody mentions autism again. You know autistic kids from special education, and they aren't anything like you, but still you have trouble with the other children your own age. Teacher, whose name you don't know but have always just called "Teacher" says that he thinks the problem with the other children is that you've been interacting with kids younger than you. He doesn't tell you, but you think you understand, too, that the other kids in your own class weren't at the same educational or intellectual level that you were. They didn't understand your jokes. As for the kids in your current class, they don't understand your jokes, either, and you can't quite figure out what you're doing wrong, but the adults laugh now when you tell them, and that's a good thing. Only, they don't laugh at home. Most of your foster parents have been okay with you, but they get frustrated so easily and they pass you off to the next one as soon as they get a chance. Mr. Joshua lets them do this, and he never sticks up for you when you need somebody to stick up for you. You cried when you left the last home, where you've been happiest since they took Mommy away from you, but he had no words of comfort, and instead of trying, he told you to "man up" and "behave better." Now you're with a new family, one where they don't like you any more than Mr. Joshua likes you. All you want is a bit of understanding, but Mr. Joshua already said he's not giving up on your case and he's placed you with these people, seemingly for a reason. They think like him. They're mean. Everything about them is mean. Their voices are hard and their hands are harder. When you tell them that the social workers took your mother away because she hit you, they laugh at you and tell you that you're a foster kid now and that nobody would care if it wasn't for the check they get from the government every month. You're nine years old and just beginning to understand all of this, but it terrifies you at the same time. Where's your guardian ad litem when you need her? Part of you believes that she cares enough to get you out of this situation, but they don't let you talk to her. Only the adults in your life are allowed to talk to her, and they aren't telling her the truth. You stopped talking to your therapist a long time ago. Dr. Martin snores and he drools and he never gave a damn in the first place. There's nobody to go to bat for a dumb old foster kid, and most nights you fall asleep crying and nursing bruises that you'll never let your teachers see. It's starting to sink in: They took her away from you because you were bad, and nobody wants you. She didn't want you, and now no adoptive parents on the planet would want to deal with a bad kid like you. People toss the word "autistic" around, and Dr. Martin hasn't done anything to refute it, but you know those autistic kids and you're not like them, are you?

Ten Years Old

The teacher has been arguing with Mr. Joshua for ten minutes now. You're sitting outside the office and listening to their raised voices as they debate your future at the elementary school the state has been sending you to. Your teacher believes that you should go to a private school with a better educational system, while Mr. Joshua believes that your attitude and grades could both do with improvement. Miss Labelle is confused, and she says so. "Everett's grades are perfect," she tells Mr. Joshua, who then admits that he hadn't been reviewing your report cards. You stop listening after that. He emerges, looking frustrated. The expression on his face reminds you of your foster father's right before he raises his hand to hit you across the belly, and you take a step back from him, fearing that he's going to lash out at you too. Miss Labelle puts her hand on your shoulder and guides you back against yourself. She tells Mr. Joshua that if he doesn't leave, she's going to call the police. As it is, she only plans to call his boss and to get in touch with your G.A.L. You're smart enough to realize that she means your guardian ad litem, and you turn to tell Miss Labelle that the G.A.L. won't listen to her, but Mr. Joshua yanks you away from the teacher and pulls you out to his car, instead. That night two cop cars show up at the foster home and collect you to take you to the doctor. They look at the bruises, determine their source, and you don't have to go back to that foster home again. A new social worker, Miss James, comes to talk to you about what happened. You tell her, and she promises that she'll see what she can do about getting you into a private school that's designed for the types of needs you have. You want to tell her that you're not a special needs student and that you don't want to go back to those classes, but you decide against it. It's come to your understanding that social workers don't listen, anyway.

Eleven Years Old

You're still at the same school, only now you've skipped another grade and you're in the sixth grade and only eleven years old. Your teacher says that you're amazing when you win the second spelling bee of the year, and she's disappointed when you tell her that you can't go on to the regional competition because you're a foster child. She manages to convince your foster parents to send you, but you understand that they're afraid of the teachers after what happened to your last foster parents. This pair is mousy and frightened of you when you yell at them to leave you alone. They back down too easily and they let you have whatever you want, even when you know that it's not good for you. In some ways you like them even less than the last set, only they don't hit you, and that's something you can grow on, isn't it? Miss James explained to you that a private school was out of the question without scholarships and that the courts didn't support you taking scholarships from children whose parents couldn't afford to send them to private school. The public school system is a good system, she tells you, and you're well off in it. After all, your grades are the best in your class and you're doing an amazing job of keeping up with the other students in spite of your disability. She doesn't listen when you tell her that you're not autistic after all, but instead she clucks her tongue and drives you to the state spelling competition, where you take first place and a spot at nationals. Your guardian ad litem says that she thinks it would be a bad idea to take you out of state, so of course the spot at nationals goes to the second place winner, and you're left disappointed. Nobody talks about it after that, and the other students in your class treat you like a pariah. Once, you were in a special ed class, now you're ostracized for being smarter than the other students you work with at school. At least you learned long ago that you can't win anything, no matter how hard you try, and so you've given up.

Twelve Years Old

"Reactive Attachment Disorder" is what they called it after you took a swing at your foster father when he congratulated you for a job well done at baseball practice. They've been talking about special education again, because you're not getting along with your teachers or your classmates and your life is turning into one giant disaster. Don't they know what it's like going from home to home and being bounced like a rubber ball from place to place? Did they stop to think what it might be like to be you, struggling day by day just to make things work? Adults see things only through their own lens, and their lens is never the same as yours is. At least they've stopped calling you autistic. Dr. Patterson, the most recent of your therapists, has said that he believes you might have been adopted if they'd been more careful in their wording regarding your condition, and that if you'd been adopted you might not have become detached the way that you are. He's angry with the social workers for persistently doing the wrong thing, but Miss James is trying, and one day after your therapy session, when she's taking you back to the foster home, she's crying. The tears are big and scary the way that they were when Marley sat in the car and cried and then she smiled at you. Only Miss James doesn't smile at you, and you can see that she's angry. Everybody's angry with you, all the time, and you tell her that. She doesn't apologize like you expect her to, and instead she drives you home. You never see Miss James again after that, and you believe that it's probably something you did to chase her away the way that you chase everybody away. That's the first night that the nightmares come, long after you've cried yourself to sleep. You're ripped from sleep by the sound of your own screams, and the foster mother tries to hold you but you slap her away violently, screaming for her to get off of you. She doesn't care. None of them care about you and all you want in all the world is for somebody to care enough to keep pushing back when you push them away.

Thirteen Years Old

You know she's mad because she's pacing while she talks on the phone, going back and forth across the kitchen. She's said your name four times now and glanced your way with her brow furrowed. You're not sure what you did this time, but there's always something for them to pin on you. She mentions something about her drawers, and it dawns on you that she thinks you've been sneaking the cigarettes that have been going missing for the past two weeks. It's Caleb who keeps taking them, the fifteen year old foster brother they have you locked up with. You've never smoked a cigarette in your life. "He stole my panties." It's a whisper, a strange one, low and frightened, and she has your attention. What's she talking about? You have no interest in women's panties. Not ever in your life would you dream of taking something so indecent. Sure, you've taken things that didn't belong to you to add to your little collection. A pocket knife here, a watch there, but women's undergarments? You shudder. Nothing could be more disgusting to you. Other boys your age are growing interested in girls, but the only wet dreams you have are the result of your waking up with tears rolling down your face because the nightmares are getting worse instead of better. It's been worse since they started hitting you again. You haven't told anybody, because telling somebody is admitting to the same of it. You're too small and too weak to fight back, but you're getting stronger now. Both the mother and the father here do it, mostly on your butt and legs, but sometimes on your belly or back where nobody's going to see it. One time the father got your kidneys so bad that you were peeing blood for three days afterward, but you didn't trust anybody to tell them. Same goes for now, and who are you going to tell, anyway? Nobody cares now that you're no longer a cute elementary school kid. Middle school is different, harsher. The teachers don't give a shit and you know it.

Fourteen Years Old

You're in the principal's office, waiting for him to call your foster parents. He's glaring at you with that hard look that teachers get, and you know what's coming. They always give the same speech about how you owe them because you're a foster kid, and how they're doing their best to do right by you. It's what happens when you're raised by the state and every agent of the state considers themselves your parents on one level or another. This guy, this principal, thinks that he's your parent rather than your teacher, as though he put the clothes on your back. Those clothes, he doesn't understand, are from last year and two sizes too small already, but you're still wearing them because they're all you have. "Everett, explain this to me again. You're an accelerated student in this school, a sophomore at the age of fourteen. You do well in all your classes, so how can you explain the fact that you urinated on our star quarterback." You snicker because you can't help it, because it was impulsive and because you might have had a smoke outside the shed at the back of the school before you did the deed. If somebody asked you an hour or two from now you wouldn't be able to explain your bizarre choices, and you'd probably try to get out of it. For now, you just tell the principal that the quarterback is a jackass who deserved it. His back was to you and you took the opportunity to make sure he knew how you felt about him. The principal lays down a five day suspension for "fighting" because he doesn't know what else to suspend you for. No incident like this has ever happened before, and surely not in front of five witnesses who saw you pee on the letter jacket belonging to the high school quarterback. How can you explain to the principal why the older boy deserved it for calling you a homo and refusing to dress in front of you in the locker room before football practice? Now they've kicked you off the team and you tell yourself that you don't really care because you're smaller than the other boys and didn't want to play with a bunch of jackasses anyway, but the truth is that it's one more in a long string of rejections that you don't understand.

Fifteen Years Old

The suspension is still on your record when you enter your junior year of high school. It's a new school near the border. They've moved you again, the latest in a long string of social workers and a new guardian ad litem who insists that you need a different environment. She's trying, and you can see that. This one talks to you and treats you like a rational human being instead of talking to the social workers, and teachers, and therapists instead. She wants to know what you think, and how you feel about things. You didn't tell her at first, but when you got to the new school, you had to say something. The kids here are tougher and they're meaner and they hate you for being a foster kid. Some of them are jealous of you, and others hate you for leeching on the system. None of it makes sense to you: They treat you as though you had a choice, and you hate them because they did have a choice, they do have a choice, and most of these kids make bad choices every day. They're rough people from rough pasts and rough parts of town, most of them, and those who aren't are resentful students bused in from wealthier districts. These kids don't understand that the checks the state sends for you don't go to your clothing or your food, and that you wear tatty clothes not so that you can fit in with them, but because they're all you have. The guardian ad litem seems to understand. She seems to care. For a brief moment you show her hope, but it all comes crashing down again when you're moved in the middle of the semester to another home, another school. They hit you here again, not just the foster parents but the classmates too. You're smaller than the people in the Junior class because you're younger, and you hate it when the foster mother yells at you, loathe her when she pinches you, and you want to kill the foster father when he beats you with his belt. The nightmares come most nights now, waking you up screaming or crying. One night the foster father calls you homo, comes to your room to prove it and leaves you bleeding. You call the guardian ad litem that night and she comes to get you, rushing to the house so fast that you'd have thought she lived right next door. Without a court order or any kind of injunction she rips you from the home in spite of protests and gets you to the doctor in time to have proven what the man did to you. You cry long and hard for the first night that you can remember, and she holds you with gentle arms that remind you of your mother. Finally you fall asleep, and when you wake up, you're in a new home. They call it a "group home" and it's where foster children go to die, or so says the first boy you meet, a red haired fellow with buck teeth and more freckles than he has sense. You've known for a while that you weren't going to be adopted, but it seems like this is the end of the road for you. The kids here have all given up, but there's part of you that clings to that thin ray of hope. Maybe your guardian ad litem will find somebody after all, even if you are fifteen.

Sixteen Years Old

It's the last time, or so the new social worker says. He's a burly guy in his fifties with a big beard and blue eyes that are sad and laughing all at the same time. You don't understand him and you don't believe his promises when he tells you that there's a place for you in Montana, in a different kind of program that's geared toward kids just like you who struggle with bad experiences in the system. While you understand what he's saying, you don't dare to hope that it could possibly be that good, that there's anything out there left for you. But it's only two years, and what harm could it do to give this new place a shot? You'll age out and be gone before you know it, right? Two years is a long time in foster care, and you've been counting down to eighteen since you were twelve, so that's not actually much hope. He takes you there, across nine states and through fields and back roads that you never knew existed. When you arrive on the ranch, you're surprised to see that you're out in the middle of nowhere. Nobody would hear you scream here, and there isn't going to be a guardian ad litem waiting right next door to rescue you the next time you get raped at night. You're scared and the big, burly social worker knows it, but he pats you on the shoulder and leads you right on in. You won't say that they're nice to you, but they remind you more of teachers (who you understand) than they do of social workers or foster parents, and that's a good thing. Within the day they've introduced you to your horse -- your horse -- and told you that you can give him a new name if you want to. He's a beautiful greyish colored horse and the biggest animal that you've ever seen up close and at first you're afraid to touch him. The man who stands by explains to you that he's just as afraid as you are, and you step closer to him while the man tells his story. Nobody wanted him, either, because the markings on his nose aren't just perfect. There's a strange black mark on his muzzle and he's had some problems with his ears as well. The vet suspects that he's deaf, but he responds to your words and your touch just fine, and you think he probably isn't, just stubborn. Somebody didn't want him, either, and you understand that. You name him "Gus" after the boy in your favorite book, and it's all they can do to drag you away from him when the time comes. Gus is the first friend you've ever had. Somehow you think the burly man might be right: Brook Haven might finally be your last stop.

Home at Last

Everett's been in the system for the past twelve years, since his mother developed early-onset Alzheimer's disease when he was four years old and he was removed from her care. Over the years, he developed several issues with attachment and social behaviors, resulting in his being labeled first as autistic, and then as having RAD. The diagnoses resulted in his not being adoptable by those who were most apt to adopt a young child, and as time went on, it grew worse for him. He's never felt particularly "at home" anywhere, but coming to Brook Haven has opened up a new world for him and he's more at home here than he's ever been in the past -- even if he's not sure about the people and is convinced that they are "mean" to him.

Full Circle

Many years ago, Everett's mother met a man from Trader's Bend, and became pregnant with his son. The relationship between Everett's mother and this man went on for three years. At the end of the affair, by mutual agreement the man took their son and went back to his home. She never told Everett's father that she was pregnant again, and chose to parent their second son by herself, without asking for child support or other involvement from his father. Instead, she took off for Florida before he could find out that she was pregnant, and had Everett there. When she died, there was no name on the birth certificate to say who the father was or who to look for to take care of him, and so the knowledge that his father was from Montana died with Everett's mother. Now he's in Montana himself, and has no idea that his father is the husband of one of the Brook sibling. He's seen pictures of his father, and has one in his wallet. It's only a matter of time before Everett finds out that Keith is his father!

It's Hard Work, not Genius

A lot of people tell Everett how smart he is. He's got a great brain, for sure, and he's definitely above average intelligence, but he's not a genius. It bothers him when people tell him that he is smart -- and especially when they say that he's flaunting his intelligence. Since this happens often, he has become increasingly defensive when people feel the need to tell him that he's brilliant. He's not: He has a good mind and he works harder than most. He has excellent study skills and makes the most out of the study time that he has. That's all there is to it, period.

About Everett

Everett has been in foster care since he was four years old (that's twelve years for him now). Over the time that he's been in care, he's dealt with considerably systemic abuse, as well as physical and psychological abuse. He's been diagnosed, at different times, with autism and with reactive attachment disorder. The final conclusion his therapists have made is that he had a difficult time becoming attached to people and struggles with communicating with people who are beneath his intelligence level.

In general, Everett has a hard time relating to people and people have a hard time relating to Everett, so he has had (literally) no friends throughout his life time. He met his first friend at Brook Haven, an Andalusian Gelding he calls Gus (for Augustus Waters). The horse is, in Everett's mind, the first creature to ever understand him, and he spends every moment that he can spare in the stables with his new friend. Everett doesn't care if never learns to ride as long as he doesn't lose his friend, and he works hard to do the chores that are required to allow him to keep the horse.

Since he's been at Brook Haven, Everett hasn't been involved in any sports or outside of school activities, but he is an athlete and his favorite sport is baseball. He's an exceptional student who, at sixteen, is a senior in high school. He's incredibly intelligent, but more than that, school has been a distraction from the life that he's had, and Everett finds that doing well in school gives him an outlet that he doesn't get anywhere else in his life. When he graduates, he's not sure what he's going to do with himself, but he's considering a career in forensics.

Everett is going to need a little bit of everything in terms of relationships. I'm pretty peculiar in that I tend to be very specific in what I want for relationships, so please read through what I've written thoroughly to make sure that you might fit with Everett. He can be peculiar and difficult to get along with because he wants to ignore pretty much everybody, so bear with me dealing with his nonsense.

Platonic

At the moment, the only friend that Everett has is an Andalusian gelding named Gus. He's spent his entire life lonely and he has trouble communicating with people, so he's always kept them at a distance instead of attempting to get close to other people. He'll have a hard time in this department because he's usually either awkward or he's angry, which means that most people would prefer to be somewhere other than wherever it is that Everett is. Friends will have to be super persistent in order to actually get close to him (and the same goes for adults who want his trust).

Everett thinks of himself as "cautious," but really, in some ways he's just mean. When he puts people at a distance, it's generally done unkindly with rough words or even rough hands (physically shoving people away from him). He doesn't want to get hurt again, and it's hard to forget all the times that he was told that he needed a new mother when he didn't want one. People try to put themselves into his life when he doesn't want them there, and he's learned that the easiest way to get them to back off is to hurt them emotionally or, if necessary, physically.

In Everett's mind, this is a form of self-preservation. When you get close to somebody, they inevitably hurt you, or they try to push their ideals on you in spite of your resistance. He needs friends (as does everybody), but he has a hard time understanding that not everyone has an ulterior motive or that some of his issues with people are his own fault and not their fault. Any friends that he has are going to have to understand where he's coming from and have the patience to push him -- or the compassion to catch his attention.

I'll be requesting a couple of potential female friends for Everett, in part to increase the number of requests that we have on the site but also because I have some ideas in mind for a couple of girls who could be friends to him. He's gay, so this isn't a romantically inclined type of request, but I think that it will help other people to build relationships with him if I set the foundations for the player. If you're interested in a friendship with Everett, I highly recommend that you check out his character requests in the request forum.

Even so, I'm open to your plot ideas, so toss them at me as you come up with them. In particular it would be good for Everett to have some adult friends he can talk to and who he can trust, though Ain and Cal Faulkner are going to need to earn his trust before anybody else will. We already have an adoptive placement for him, so these would be pure friendships without any kind of parental influence at all, but teachers who handle the twelfth grade (seniors), coaches, riding instructors and possibly counselors are all welcome to have a shot at being Everett's friends.

Romantic

Alright, so let's deal with this off the bat: Everett is demisexual or sapiosexual, which means that he doesn't experience sexual attraction the way that most people do. He has to be intimately connected to somebody on an emotional or intellectual level before he'll be able to connect with them sexually. He is also homoromantic, which is to say that he's more attracted to males than to females romantically. No matter how many female friends he has or how much they like being his friend, he's not going to go out with them, so they're barking up the wrong tree. He's stern enough and edgy enough that if his female friends ask him out to prom, he's going to tell them no, that he won't even go as their friend, so that should just about establish how serious he is about his sexuality.

He'd love to meet somebody he can connect with on a deep and intimate level, but that could be a while coming because he pushes everybody away as hard as he does. This isn't something that I want so much for him that I'm willing to request a boyfriend for Everett, though I would at some point love to see him find somebody who makes him feel whole again. Parents (Keith and Tara Thompson) aren't going to be enough for him: He'll need a connection with a boyfriend of some sort in order to really find the person that he is beneath all the hurt and anger. That will, however, necessarily take time. I've got all the time in the world, so I'd like to work this out with somebody who has a character who's willing to spend some time.

While I'm not requesting a boyfriend for Everett, if this role appeals to you but you don't have a character to fit this role just yet, I find that Colton Hayne's face pairs well with certain other faces, like Francisco Lachowski (taken, oops), Sam Way, or Louis Tomlinson (depending on the pictures). There are probably others, but if you want to make this role for Everett, please contact me about faces because I'm kind of particular about them myself and I want to make sure that the faces chosen work for me as much as they work for you.

It should also be mentioned that Everett has been abused, and that his first experience of sex was an incredibly frightening one that he doesn't want to relive. He's a top and doesn't have any interest at all in playing bottom to another man (boy). He'll be hard to win at first, but he doesn't hide his homosexuality from anybody, even if it's gotten him into some trouble in the locker room in the past.

Antagonistic

There's really no doubt in my mind that Everett is going to have a small army of people who don't like him. After all, he's an asshole who treats everybody as though they're going to try to hurt him at the earliest possible opportunity. He's a bit on the dangerous side and tends to get into fights with boys at school (and occasionally with girls as well) so it goes without saying that he's going to have more enemies than he does friends.

That being said, Everett tends to make enemies by ignoring them more than he does by being verbally or physically abusive toward the people in his life. Everett will walk past somebody who's bleeding in the hallway, skirting around them and going on about his business without giving them a second glance, so this will naturally result in people disliking him due to his obvious self-centered nature and apparent hostility. It's hard to like somebody who would as soon spit on you as help you out, and that's an accurate description of the way that Everett treats the world around him.

He's naturally hostile toward other teenagers, particularly those who have had the benefit of growing up with their natural families. It's likely that most of his sworn enemies will come from the local, newcomer or returning teens in town, but he will obviously also tend to have problems with adults in positions of authority. Most of the adults he's known have abused their authority, so he's not going to be comfortable with counselors or social workers and he'll probably be a bit resistant to the staff at Brook Haven at first, too.

Teachers will be another interesting category of enemies, because while he gets excellent grades, Everett has grown hostile toward the teachers who are concerned with his education. In the past, teachers have failed to notice that he was hurting, guardians ad litem have failed to get him into accelerated classes and some teachers even thought that he belonged in special education because they believed him to be "autistic." His trust for them has naturally faltered as a result of this, and he doesn't want to hear what they have to say. Any attempt on the part of a teacher to limit his time he has to spend with Gus will be met with dismissal on his part, but if he gets punished at the ranch, watch out: He'll be gunning for blood for the teacher who gave him detention.

I'm not requesting any enemies because I shouldn't need to: This should be a natural area for Everett to develop relationships. Toss at me whatever you think will work and we'll figure out the relationships from there. Thanks!

First Impressions

He's cocky as hell.

When Everett greets people, he's bold and confident. He always offers his hand, always makes good eye contact, and he has a firm handshake. He also often smiles, and nearly always greets people by the name that he's been given for him. This is a technique that he uses to make sure that he remembers the name that was given to him, but this can come across as self-important.

Boy, he's intense.

For the same reasons above, another interpretation of his behavior is that he is very intense. This is also accurate. If Rhett is anything, he is an intense young man, and often his goal is to intimidate people. It's easy for him to do this on first meeting by being too direct with them.

He's a good man.

When Everett comes into contact with somebody who is just as confident as he is, they are most likely to interpret his directness as confidence and to interpret him therefore as being like them -- hence the response that Everett is a "good man." Most people met with someone who is like them interpret this person as being a good person, because they reflect the best in themselves.

Stranger Impressions

Isn't he that genius kid?

Everett has appeared in local papers in Florida a few times for winning science fairs, and local reporters have reported him as a "genius." Everett hates this, and he prefers not to be interpreted in this way (mainly because he is not a genius and he knows it). People who don't know any better and who follow local media see him in this way from the outset and it can start things off uncomfortably for him if he happens to run into these people. The following conversations are highly uncomfortable for Rhett.

He wins everything.

Because he is such a hard worker, Everett tends to win a lot of accolades for things that he's genuinely accomplished. He's an excellent pitcher on the ball field, he's a hard worker in the classroom, and he has an ability to solve problems that don't directly relate to him, permitting him to give the impression of superior intelligence. Obviously this is frustrating for some people, and many strangers may be put off by the number of accolades he's received.

Friendly Impressions

I'm mostly friends with him because he scares me.

Most of the friends that Everett has had in the past are people who were otherwise intimidated by him. They didn't want to wind up on his bad side, so they continued to maintain a very loose friendship with him in the hopes of not getting punched at some point. This means that he doesn't have a lot of very good friends and that most of his friends are only there to avoid trouble with him. Most of them are missing out.

I'm really going to miss him.

On the other hand, Everett can be intensely loyal to the people who have reached a level of deep friendship with him. Now that he's going away to Brook Haven, a small handful of people are losing a friend who was there for them when they needed him, who helped them to study when they needed somebody to help improve their grades, and who was surprisingly willing to listen to their problems when they needed somebody to talk to. An even smaller group might miss having him to pick on, because there were a few of those.

Familiar Impressions

I wish I could have been there more for him.

Everett was removed from his biological mother's care when he was four years old and she died a year later, leaving him in foster care for the next twelve years. He's not had a consistent family in that time, but since coming to Brook Haven, he has discovered that Keith Thompson looks a lot like the photo that his mother gave him of his biological father -- and that he and Cade Thompson look an awful lot alike. It turns out that this is his biological family and that they would have been there for him if they could have been.

Rival Impressions

Nobody wins that much. He has to be cheating.

Everett is very driven to win at everything that he does and therefore he tends to wind up with a lot of accolades and trophies for various things that he's done. His rivals are often angry that he seems to win at everything. Either he has too close a relationship with judges and umps who are giving him things he doesn't deserve, or he's cheating. There is no way that he's that good at everything that he does.

He gives me something to aim for.

On the other side of this is the people who want to strive to be as good as Everett is. He's a 4.0 student, excels at athletics, and never seems to fail at anything that he does. Competitive rivals may wish to achieve what he does by trying harder to reach that point of accomplishment -- by trying harder to do as well at things as he does and match his skill level.

Enemy Impressions

He's so full of himself!

The biggest reason that people won't like Everett is that they think he thinks more highly of himself than he does. A lot of people are intimidated by intelligence, and those who assume that Rhett is more intelligent than they are may feel threatened and not like him for this reason. For these people it's easy to deflect their feelings onto him by saying that he's full of himself, whereas Everett never says that he's intelligent -- and argues with people who do tell him that. His argument is that he works harder than other people do.

I'm scared of him, but I don't want him to know it.

Everett is also temperamental and physically violent -- a high risk for explosive behavior -- and therefore he often fights with other people in his school environment or on his teams. He's been known to lash out at teachers as well. Most people who know him are afraid of him, but none so much as the people he[i] bullies.

He's so gay.

And of course, Everett himself also has people who bully him. He's homoromantic, and although this doesn't tend to come across (you can't look at somebody and know that they are gay and beside which, he's a pretty masculine guy in spite of his dislike of traditional gender roles being applied unilaterally), he [i]has been known to flirt if somebody catches his attention. This alone is enough to get the attention of the homophobic bullies.

Authority Impressions

Nobody works as hard as Everett does to be held back as much as he does. Something has to be going on here.

Everett is no longer behind on his classes -- though once he was held back and placed in special education on the assumption that he was autistic (which can present similarly to RAD) -- but it is very obvious to more attentive authorities that he has worked so hard to achieve less than he should have. He's two grades ahead now, but that's not everything -- he's never managed to wind up getting a family in spite of everything that he's done to catch the attention of potential adopters, and he always seems to have something dragging him back down.

Coworker/Partner Impressions

How am I supposed to keep up with him?

Most students assigned to group projects don't have the background and skills that Everett does, and therefore they have a hard time keeping up with his abilities. It's frustrating for them because he can accomplish more than they can in a shorter period of time, but he still expects them to pull their weight on the project that they are working on. When their work isn't up to his standard, he usually redoes it, wasting their time and generally his as well.

But at least we know we're going to get a good grade on the project, right?

While this isn't always true (it's generally apparent that Everett has done all of the work, defeating the purpose of a group project and teamwork), a lot of the time people are relieved to have Everett in their group because it means that they are more likely to get a higher grade on a project due to the amount of work that he puts into it.

I wish he let me contribute more.

The other side of this is that sometimes people wish that Everett would allow them to contribute more of their ideas to the group projects instead of just doing everything on his own.

Lover Impressions

Do you think we could just relax a little?

Everett is sapiosexual, which means that in order to get sexually aroused, he needs to have some intellectual stimulation. His lovers will always be intelligent young men with a keen passion for learning -- probably smarter even than Everett is. He's always going to want to talk about something stimulating before he winds up going to bed with somebody, and this makes it hard to relax with him around.

It's great that he likes to cuddle, but...

Most boys Everett's age have more of a libido than he does, and they are probably going to want to have a sexual relationship with him, while he's more apt to just want to cuddle and read. He doesn't share a lot of the normal interests that kids his age are into, and therefore he's going to fight a lot with being able to find somebody who doesn't always want to have sex.

Self-Impressions

I wish people liked me more.

Everett is fully aware that people don't generally like him, but he doesn't understand why they don't like him more than they do. He has a hard time taking personal responsibility for the fact that it's his own behavior that has changed people's perceptions of him, and he wishes that he had more friends than he does.

I'm tired of being scared all the time.

The past has been rough for Everett. He's been abused in more ways than one, and he doesn't know what it means to trust people the way that other people manage to trust people. He's lost any confidence at all that he might have once had that people could be good for him, and he withdraws from them as a result of his deep-rooted ear. He's also a bedwetter because of the nightmares.

I don't know who I am without her.

When Everett's mother died, he lost everything that tied him to an identity. Biological connections are important to the forging of an authentic identity and sense of self, and he lost everything when she died. Now that she's gone, he doesn't know who he is any more, and he's struggled with this for a lot of years. Now that he's back with his biological family -- or about to be -- he should be able to find that sense of identity.

Post-Mortem Impressions

He went down fighting.

Both in the literal and in the figurative sense, Everett has spent his lifetime fighting. Mental illness is always difficult, but he never gave up the fight to find healing. It's something that not a lot of people realized about Everett -- that he was quite sick inside and working through a lot of trauma to come out on the other side -- but he never stopped fighting for the things that he wanted to get out of life. After his death, this is much more likely to come out.

Mun Impressions

Everett is one of those characters. That is to say that he's on the list of particularly special, wonderful, precious babies who needs all of the love. I cry re-reading his application. I cry when I think about who he is and where he's trying to go in life. This is a special kid. He struggles a lot, but there is a lot of good in this baby boy. I appreciate all who love him like I do!

Friends

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Enemies

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First Last • Relationship

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Lovers

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Family

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Other

First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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First Last • Relationship

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Habits

Where is my....?

Before he leaves the dormitory every morning, Everett double checks to make sure that he has all of his most important equipment. For him, that means making sure that he has his Epi-Pen and his glasses so that if something happens, he'll won't die of anaphylactic shock and so that if he loses one pair of glasses, he has the other pair. Growing up in foster care, he's never known when he'd have the things that he most needed, and since he didn't supply his own money for his medical needs, he's always had to rely on a system that didn't always make sure that he was adequately provided for. Now he's especially careful to make sure that nothing goes missing!

Goodnight Kiss

The last thing that Everett does every night before he goes back to the dormitory cabins is to say goodnight to his horse and to give him a kiss on the nose. It's his way of connecting and of treating another creature the way that he's longed to be treated while he was in foster care. This is the closest connection that he's made to another living thing since his mother passed away, and he loves Gus deeply and wishes that he could spend more time with him. Going to bed without saying goodnight hurts him the way that it hurt him when foster parents didn't bother to say goodnight to him when he was hurting. He recognizes that Gus is hurting too, and wants to provide whatever affection he can.

Nightly Log

Many of the kids at Brook Haven keep a journal of their experiences on the ranch so that they can look back on it later. It's highly encouraged by the staff, and it works for the majority of them. Everett takes his time after he's showered the day's grime off his body and brushed his teeth to write in his journal, a log of things that happened that day. There's been so much abuse in his past that he marvels at the fact that this nightly habit has not led him to note any recent abuse, though the journal has filled up with incidents in which he feels that the other students don't particularly like him. Some nights putting together his journal entry hurts more than it helps, but he does it nightly regardless, because the routine comforts him.

Last in Line

Whenever it's time for the Wellwaders to gather for their meals, Everett takes the back of the line to allow the rest of his group to get their meals first. It's something that he learned in foster care, and though there were times that he feared that he wouldn't get fed, he'd rather go without food than suffer some of the worse beatings that he's been through during his lifetime. He respects the members of his group even when they don't like him, and even when he doesn't like them, and if there's not going to be enough to go around, he particularly wants to make sure that the girls manage to eat before the boys do. Even if he's the only boy holding back for them, he wants to make sure that they're fed. He can wait, if he has to.

Don't Touch Her!

No matter who she is, or what his relationship is with her, Everett won't allow a man to hit a woman. He's seen too many things, been on the receiving end of too many punches, to allow a man to hit a woman, or a boy to hit a girl. He will always step in to defend the girl instead of allowing her to be beaten up, even if it means taking a few punches himself. Fighting scares the crap out of him, but he's not going to allow someone to get hurt when he could step in and protect her. Quietly, he sees all girls as some incarnation of his deceased mother, and when he defends them he sees himself as defending her by extension. It's something that he does to comfort himself, and doing it may not be an offer of friendship, no matter how much he needs the friends.

Quirks

It Can't Touch!

Like some other people he knows, Everett's food cannot touch on his plate. He much prefers those with compartments so that he can make sure that the food is separated before he eats it. If it's already touching, he may very well wind up skipping the meal, and there are foods that he refuses to eat based on the fact that they touch one another on principle (such as most casseroles being off the table for him -- literally). In the past, Everett has had straight-up panic attacks about the fact that the food is touching another food item on his plate, and the meltdowns have been known to be epic at times. He's not meaning to be difficult, but somehow he's gotten it in his mind that food that touches is dangerous.

Nocturnal Issues

Boys his age aren't supposed to wet the bed, and living in a large, communal setting, Everett is highly embarrassed that he continues to do so. Night is a terrifying time for him, in part because he was sexually abused at night by one of his foster fathers, and in part because it leads to nightmares that leave him feeling distressed and broken inside. Occasional bed wetting is something he's been told is expected, but it doesn't stop it from being unacceptable in a group of boys, and he's always quick to try to change the sheets before anybody can note what's happened to him or what he's done. Anybody who challenges him will likely get the cold shoulder -- or a fist to the face.

Lefty or Righty?

First of all, Everett is an excellent penman. He's practiced penmanship since he was a little boy, something that made him stand out in the crowd of his peers. More than that, he's fully capable of writing with both his right and his left hand, though he uses his left hand for nearly everything (including, most of the time, writing). He's fond of fountain pens and prefers the Spencerian script with his left hand, the Palmerian script with his right hand. As a result, both hands have a distinct appearance to the writing he produces with them. On more than one occasion, when he's needed to sign a letter to make it look like it came from a guardian, he's simply signed with his very tidy right hand.

Photo In His Pocket

Before he was taken from her, Everett's mother gave him a photograph of his father. It's been with him through all of the foster homes, all of the schools, through several social workers and across several state lines. He keeps it in his back pocket, a question mark looming of whether or not he'll be able to find his father one day. All he has is the picture, and not the name or the place of birth, and so he doesn't know who he's looking for. Like many youngsters, however, he hopes that he'll one day be able to find the man who sired him and connect with him. The picture is a memento, and a reminder that there's still somebody else out there in the world to whom Everett is related by blood.

Something Red

Whatever he's wearing, there's always some splash of color in Everett's clothing. The color is always red, and he notes that it was his mother's favorite color while she was alive. Sometimes it's simple things, like the color of a sweater or a t-shirt, and sometimes it's more subtle, like red shoe laces or a single thread that holds together the seams of his sweater. Whatever the case, there's always something red somewhere on his person, even if it cannot be seen by those he's with. It's the best way that he knows how to remember his mother, and he holds tight to keeping that one thing with him at all times.

Hobbies

Model Planes

Developing any hobbies while growing up in foster care was difficult, but dealing with nice things was even harder. Everett stole money here and there, small amounts that allowed him to purchase the model plane kits at the hobby store so that he could start putting them together in whatever small increments of spare time that he had. It's stuck with him in the time since he bought that first kit, and though he's lost most of the models that he's built over the years, and he doesn't have any of them at Brook Haven, but he's determined to pick it back up when he graduates. Maybe he'll be a pilot, or maybe he'll help build airplanes. Everett hasn't decided yet, but he wants to do something with them!

Legend of Zelda

Most of the foster homes that Everett was in had outdated gaming systems of one type or another. It was an easy way to keep the kids entertained so that the parents didn't actually have to look after them, and so he learned to play adventure games. Those houses that didn't have a Nintendo system weren't "as good" in his mind, even if the ones with Nintendo systems were more abusive. The game entertained him for years and it's become one of his great, guilty pleasures. In spite of being an athletic guy (baseball's his sport!), there's something to be said for vegging out on the couch and playing video games by himself or with a group of other boys, and he misses it now that he's at Brook Haven with no electronics.

Baseball

As soon as he was old enough to play, Everett started playing baseball. He was eight or nine years old that first year, and he's developed a passionate love of the sport (as well as lacrosse, though he doesn't play any more and lacks any real interest in doing so at this point in his life). Now that he's at Brook Haven, he doesn't have as many opportunities to play, but he wishes that he could join the team in town. So far he's made little progress by begging the staff to allow him to join the high school team, and now that it's the end of the season he figures that he's going to wind up having to wait until the spring before he can play anyway. Either way, he's not giving up on this one. He's too strong a player not to play for a team!

Horseback Riding

He never thought it was something that he'd learn to do well before he came to Brook Haven Ranch, but Everett has grown good at horseback riding, and it's something he's found he enjoys. Most of his free time is spent with Gus, and he likes to make sure that the horse is well taken care of, has enough company to keep him socially satisfied, and that the both of them are getting enough exercise. School will cut down on the amount of hours that he has to spend with the horse, but Everett's certain that he'll still have enough time to ride. After all, Brook Haven does (at least apparently) support the teens participating in their hobbies!

Sewing

In the beginning, it started out as mending things that had come ripped. Everett wore tatty clothing in last year's styles, and he had to keep them together, so he picked up sewing. It's turned into a hobby for him, and though he doesn't care to admit it to the other boys in his group, he enjoys making teddy bears for foster kids who, like him, have lost a parent and are grieving. It's the one thing he really does for charity and he believes that he's doing a good thing by providing some comfort to kids in distress and need. If he can help them to avoid what happened to him, then he will reach out in at least this one way so that he can do so! The staff hasn't let him have needles, but he's been promised that if and when he earns privileges, he might be able to use them!

Skills

Studying • Excellent

Everett possesses exceptional study skills. He's not an exceptionally intelligent boy (though he's intelligent enough to certainly be classed as "above average) and so he's had to learn good study skills in order to survive school with his 4.45 GPA. He still takes all of his notes by hand, the old fashioned way, and he spends a lot of time with his books. Brook Haven is going to come as a shock, with its non-traditional teaching practices, and he's going to have to learn not to sink himself into studying all night when there's less homework and more chores to get done every day. His study skills aren't going to help him so much here, but they may allow him to be a good tutor for those who need his help!

Model Building • Excellent

A hobby on the one hand, and a skill on the other, Everett excels at putting small parts of model planes and cars together. His preference is for the planes, and he's had a lot of practice at tiny work on the wings and other parts of the structure. He'd like to try his hand at something a bit bigger (in scale, at least), such as a dollhouse, but that's a long time off for him since he's living at Brook Haven. It doesn't seem like something that a boy like Everett would enjoy, but there's something to be said for the joy of the craftsmanship. If somebody needs something built, he might even begin to work on larger projects, as well!

Penmanship • Excellent

With a practiced Spencerian penmanship, Everett has learned how to make a beautiful, flowing script from a fountain pen. It's one of his favorite things to do, and it's a distinct skill in a day when teens are being taught how to type instead of how to write by hand. He loves the way that it makes him feel when somebody sees his writing (and is able to read it). In this day and age, it's a dying art form and he's so proud to have the ability to produce the flowing script. Someone once told him that what you write down by hand is more likely to ingrain in your memory, and so he's used this ability to help him to retain more information through the schooling that he receives.

Interests

Academics

Though he doesn't consider himself to be especially intelligent (and he is intelligent!), Everett works hard in school. From an early age he recognized that the better he did in school, the more desirable he was to potential adoptive parents who might like a smart little boy to take home with them. It never happened, but he learned to love academics and studying, and since it was something he was particularly good at, he went right on working on getting good grades. He's a classic multi-sensory learner who enjoys all types of learning, but most of all learning interactively with his teachers, and he participates heavily in all academic studies.

Penmanship

In some ways, Everett considers himself an artist, though that's not the main reason that he learned excellent penmanship. He's done his best to teach himself Spencerian handwriting, and the reason he wants to have excellent script is because he recognizes that people judge you based on how well you write. Many of his peers no longer know how to write in cursive at all, and to him it's like a secret language that he shares with his elders, and in particular his teachers. It's been an adventure, but he's interested in becoming a master penman, even though there's still a lot of work for him to do in becoming one. His hand is clear and beautiful, but in his opinion he still has a long way to go.

Adoption Rights

Though he was never adopted himself, Everett believes that people in the system, and adopted people as well, deserve to have the rights that any other American citizen has. He's aware that adopted people -- and children in foster care -- often do not get the same rights that people who live with their biological parents do. His mother passed away a few months after he was taken into foster care, but he believes that children have the right to be with their parents for as long as possible, and that those who are denied this right are often denied other rights. He's too young (in his mind, at least) to go making a fuss with politicians about these issues, but he plans to make a big deal out of it when he gets older!

Equine Husbandry

Since coming to Brook Haven Ranch, Everett has learned a lot about horses, has done well taking care of Gus, and is hoping that he can learn more and become a better horseman through his time at Brook Haven. It was never a dream for him in the past, and though he wouldn't call it a "dream" now, he has learned to enjoy taking care of the horse and learning more about the animals. His current goal is to make sure that he takes better care of Gus than most of the people on the ranch do of their horses. It's not so much that it's a competition as it is that he wants to make sure that Gus has everything that he deserves -- even if he's not getting everything he deserves himself.

Desired Plots

Are You My... Nah

When Everett's mother left Trader's Bend to give birth in her home state of Florida, she left behind Everett's father and his older brother, Cade. Everett has no idea at all that he has any other siblings, and the idea simply hasn't ever crossed his mind that there might be some out there. He's thought about his father a lot over the years, but never connected with the notion that there could be brothers and sisters in the world who he'd never met. Now that he's in Trader's Bend -- not knowing that he was conceived here! -- he's probably going to run into Cade at some point.

Emergency! I said Emergency!

Everett's never been the sort of person who reacts quickly to other people's needs, but it would be good to see him grow at Brook Haven, into somebody more concerned for another person's well-being. This plot would involve somebody needing his attention or help in a quick manner, and him taking care of something that he didn't know he could do, quickly enough to potentially save a life. A bee sting, a severe asthma attack, choking, something along these lines would all fit my vision for this particular plot and would allow Everett to grow while potentially also making a good friend in the process of doing so. This would be fun for me, but I hope also for the other player.

Tarred and Feathered

Everett knows that he's more attracted to males than to females, but he has little interest in actually getting involved in sexual experiences with members of either sex. He's going to face some opposition to this in a small town like Trader's Bend, but I think it would be good for him to wind up in a situation where a specific individual gives him a hard time about his sexual orientation, perhaps going far enough to use some offensive words that a former foster father used right before abusing him. It would be a good chance for him to actually react to a homophobe and lash out against them. It might cause some blowback for Brook Haven, which could lead to some nice tension!

About Otter


Age: 37
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Time Zone: GMT-5
Native Language: English
Other Languages: French, Dutch, Italian (in that order of proficiency)

Preferred Word Count: 500+
Likely Triggers: positive adoption language, abortion, miscarriage, needles, graphic, bloody violence. if you tag these, i should be okay!

Limits: especially with everett, every disciplinary situation has to have some kind of conclusion and especially some form of reconciliation. he has rad, which means that he must reconnect with any disciplinarian.

on a more corporate level, i do not want to get involved in any thread where i'm on the other end of this, either. please don't ever put me in a position to need to discipline a student who doesn't ever learn from the discipline.

finally, i have a soft limit of threads where graphic depictions of sexual abuse are part of the story. if you warn me ahead of time, i might be able to handle it.

Your Other Characters: rachel vanderbilt, logan brook, isabella curry, rebekah brook, grace somers, nathan curry, william jenkins, katelyn yu, eleanor noble, montana sheridan, nadia grisham, anne howard, cleo turley, thomas montgomery, esmeralda correa, symphony lyonette, liam holmes, Westley Holmes, daesung hyung, morgan keaton

nick fisher
Student • 16 YRS
ENTP
Occupation
Student
Nickname
Nick
Pronouns
He/him/his
Sexual Orientation
Pansexual
Status
Single
Partner
Riding Style
Western
When people look at Nick, they tend to see a big dumb bully. For all most people experience of him, they might as well be right. At heart, Nick is a smart, sensitive kid who’s learned to act tough because it keeps him safe, but that’s buried deep enough that plenty of people will never encounter that side of him.
Eater
is
Peter the Pumpkin Eater

Breed
American Quarter Horse
Gender
gelding
Age
9
Disciplines
Pole Bending
Application
Ben
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Age
35
Pronouns
He/him/his
Timezone
GMT-5
Contact
PM
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665 Points
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Mustang
Everett & Nick
I’m too out of it tonight to deal with the administrative part of accepting Rhett - I moved his file, but if there are other steps, I haven't done them yet - but I wanted to get this up so you might be able to move forward with him. (I'll check if I skipped anything important tomorrow.) Also, Everett’s one of the characters I really remember from MS, so I’m excited to get him back. Between Wellwaders and baseball (I think - the shipper suggests he’s not in sports, but he’s signed up for it), Nick and Everett are going to be spending plenty of time together. Given their personalities, there’s going to be some trouble between them, but unless you have a particular idea, I think they’ll both have plenty of threads getting into conflicts with other people. The idea I had was that, after all that not getting along, Nick would still back Everett up if he had a problem with someone outside of the Wellwaders. That could take the form of backing him up in a fight, or defending him if he’s being bullied (that might be really interesting if Everett’s getting bullied for being gay - while Nick is perfectly happy to bully people for being gay, he doesn’t actually exactly have a problem with it, since he knows he’s attracted to men too), or helping him out if someone tries to take advantage of him. I thought that might be interesting because it seems like Everett might not know what to make of Nick being willing to stick up for even, especially since they’re so clearly not friends. It’s not a bridge towards them becoming friends, either - that seems pretty unlikely - but maybe some exposure to that kind of group loyalty could be a sort of step for Everett on the way to figuring out how to handle more positive relationships.
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samuel anderson
Student • 17 YRS
INTJ
Occupation
Student
Nickname
Sam
Pronouns
He/him
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Status
Single
Partner
N/A
Riding Style
Western
Honey
is
Sweet as Honey

Breed
Paint
Gender
Gelding
Age
14 Years
Disciplines
Pleasure Riding
Application
is Offline


Age
25
Pronouns
She/her
Timezone
GMT-5
Contact
pm
42 Posts
350 Points
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mustang
Sam & Everett
Just reading Everett’s first impression has Sam awkwardly looking off into the distance in my head, playing with his hands and trying to be inconspicuous. Love it all so I’m just going to add a few thoughts rather than reiterate what you’ve already said. One: I do see a problem in them meeting. Sam wouldn’t ever admit his grades out loud, especially in a place where people don’t necessarily know how he struggles with school. A couple of things he might try and do that Everett could overhear: inquiring whether he gets the extra time he normally gets to write final exams, asking for next year’s textbook, asking if there is wiggle room in the schedules. The second problem I see is Sam would avoid Everett solely for his personality. So chance encounters are less likely, given the difference in grade, groups, etc. I do intend to get Sam into trouble so the opportunities can grow. Also leading back to the whole Everett not believing he’s smart thing – I do think if he was vocal in expressing that Sam would get irritated. To him Everett is the embodiment of what how he should be in school. He’s been raised with the mindset that hard work gets results, and to see Everett excelling with his hard work would be both discouraging and a powerful motivator for Sam. Discouraging in that Everett makes it seem easy, motivating ‘Hey if Everett could I should be able to.’ And of course the big one. If/When Everett finally admits to himself he is intelligent as a result of seeing Sam’s fruitless work, Sam would feel compelled to express his big untold secret: the reason he tried to kill himself. And that he intends to do it again, even if it seems at the time he’s progressing through the program.
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g. moybray
Student • 17 YRS
ESTJ
Occupation
Student
Nickname
Grace, Gray, Grayson
Pronouns
Depends, she/her, he/him, they/them
Sexual Orientation
Demisexual
Status
Single
Partner
N/a
Riding Style
English
G. was raised to be the perfect daughter, and when they came out as genderfluid, their parents were disappointed, and often used the wrong pronouns. An excellent field hockey player, G. felt pressure from their mother to lose weight, and eventually developed anorexia nervosa.
Barrel
is
A Barrel of Poppies and Roses

Breed
Morgan Horse
Gender
Mare
Age
7
Disciplines
Dressage
Application
is Offline


Age
21
Pronouns
Ze/zher
Timezone
GMT-8
Contact
Discord
42 Posts
310 Points
Wellwader
Mustang
G. & Everett
Any time anyone laughs, G. tries to remember if whatever they are laughing at is supposed to be funny, if they think it isn't they might ask or might just shoot a confused look towards whoever is laughing. If he laughs at inappropriate times, they're likely to be even more confused. Though they don't try to bully, they like to feel better than other people. They would try to be nice, or at least civil unless he crosses the line of people G. has deemed either confusing or rude. G. would be very frustrated if he refused to switch pronouns on purpose(accidents are usually fine with them, they get mistakes,) so eventually they might ask him to stop or otherwise ignore it. The baseball thing might give them a little bridge to talk with him, if they were to start up a conversation. Plus, G. always needs competition, no matter how friendly or unfriendly it is. So if Everett makes it clear that he's competitive, I'd be glad for G. to be competing against him.
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elaine wentwick
student • 15 YRS
INFP=T
Occupation
student
Nickname
ellie
Pronouns
she/her
Sexual Orientation
gay
Status
single
Partner
Riding Style
English
Ellie comes from a particularly tight-knit family in the UK, and when her grandmother died, she took it particularly hard. After embarassing herself and being outed by a girl at her school whom she asked out, she's decided that all people are either going to hurt her deliberately, or she'll get attached and something awful will happen. As a result, she's almost totally detached and the only thing that she'll make much noise for is riding Sonny, usually at a stupid speed!
sonny
is
six ways to sunday

Breed
grade horse
Gender
male
Age
12
Disciplines
trail riding
Application
is Offline


Age
22
Pronouns
he/him
Timezone
GMT+0
Contact
PM
31 Posts
235 Points
Pathfinder
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Elaine & Everett
There's very little as annoying as a kid who doesn't know when to shut up, and even meek little Evie will have rolled her eyes at least once at Everett acting out against his teachers - and there's the seed of an idea. If he's going to be mouthing off to the teachers who patronise him, Ellie's going to be annoyed; no matter how clever you are, as far as she's concerned there's always someone smarter, and you should know when to shut up and listen. Even more importantly, it sounds (correct me if I'm wrong) that Everett is pretty open about being gay - and that is something Elaine will hate. Just thinking about him is going to set her boiling with rage and jealousy. It's not fair - how come he gets to be so happy and open about it? How come he isn't feeling guilty and ashamed and isn't/hasn't (as far as she knows) been bullied or hung out to dry because of it? It's not bloody fair, damnit! How come he's got it so effing easy and she's stuck here half a world away from her family? Thoughts?
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