Everett s'est assis dans la grange. Il avait perdu tout le temps en nettoyant la sâdle qui avait transporté la viande de wapiti. Il ne savait pas s'il était là depuis dix minutes ou une heure. Il savait juste qu'il n'était pas heureux.
Il ne savait pas comment se sentir pour Nina. Oui, il l'aimait... beaucoup. Mais l'idée de parler de ses sentiments ou de faire confiance à quelqu'un était un peu plus qu'il ne pouvait supporter. Plus que tout ce qu'il souhaitait que ses parents soient là pour lui parler. Pointez-le dans une direction, quelque chose qui lui dirait ce qu'il faut faire. Pour tout ce qu'il avait fait et accompli dans sa courte vie, ça allait être l'un des plus difficiles.
Quand il a été fait Everett a rangé la selle et est retourné à la maison. Tante Lou venait de raccrocher le téléphone. C'était une autre université qui voulait te parler de jouer pour eux. Elle lui a dit que sa voix savait qu'il allait se débarrasser de celui-ci comme s'il avait tous les autres.
Qui était-ce cette fois?
- Des texas. Ça pourrait être grand pour toi. Elle essayait de lui faire réagir.
Ils vont être à terre pour les prochaines années. Charlie Strong a donné le coup de pied aux meilleurs joueurs du temps pour n'importe quoi. Des appels de la SEC? Il connaissait la réponse avant de demander. Il était un des dix meilleurs joueurs de l'état, mais cela ne signifiait pas grand-chose, comme Washington n'était pas exactement connu pour avoir mis des joueurs dans les pros.
Tu n'as pas envie d'y aller. Ole Miss, Vandy, Caroline du Sud, Kentucky et Missouri... Elle savait qu'il ne voulait pas entendre ces noms, mais il allait devoir en choisir un avant trop longtemps.
Oh, mademoiselle pourrait-il s'amuser. Ne dites pas que j'y gagnerais un jour, mais ça pourrait être amusant. Dites-moi si Tennessee ou Alabama appelle. Bon sang, je considérerais le Pacifique, si la droite appelait. Stanford devrait être bon cette année, il a dit de regarder dans l'espace.
Peut-être après la saison. Tu sais comment c'est à la maison.
Une autre saison comme l'an dernier et un État devrait me faire des regards, je sais que je ne peux pas travailler mais je ne sais pas ce qu'ils vont dire sur le fait que je possède cet endroit. Enfer Je ne sais pas que nous pouvons survivre aussi longtemps sans les chasses.
"Nous serons un bon fils, ne t'inquiète pas." Tante Lou essayait de le réconforter.
Oui, Imma va voir maman et papa. Tu as besoin de quoi que ce soit pendant que je suis dehors... Everett a dit avec une certaine quantité d'arc de cœur et de tristesse dans sa voix.
Ne vous blessez pas. Imma a besoin de cet argent de la NFL.
Everett a fait signe et a mis son équipement de conduite. Sur son vélo, il est parti. De retour au cimetière, ses parents ont été enterrés. Il avait fait un arrêt en allant là-bas. Une station-service, pleine pour son vélo, un paquet de fumées et un paquet de six cokes. Le genre fait avec du vrai sucre. Le genre que sa mère aimait le mieux.
Tout comme avant qu'il s'asseyât dans son casque. Cette fois, il a allumé une cigarette et a ouvert trois bouteilles de coke. Placer sur chaque pierre tombale. Ils l'avaient fait beaucoup, buvant des cokes par un été ou un jour d'automne frais.
Je vous ai beaucoup vus ces derniers temps. Une fois est une instance deux fois est une habitude. N'est-ce pas papa? - Everett a dit avant une traînée.
Je connais maman, tu détestes quand je fume. Tu dois travailler avec moi. Ce n'est pas facile. Grand-mère et grand-père sont toujours en vie... vous n'êtes pas... je n'en veux pas. Salé comme dirait tante Lou, elle fait du bien, comme toujours. On aurait pensé que le vieux sac s'était calmé mais elle est toujours aussi méchante que jamais. - Il a essayé de forcer un sourire comme s'ils étaient juste devant lui. Il a pris un verre de sa bouteille et a poursuivi avec une autre traînée.
Je veux dire à Yall que j'ai rencontré une fille, Nina. Son père est un bûcheron. Ils ont beaucoup, maman, si tu la voyais, je te briserais le cœur. Les vêtements d'une fille comme les miens, mais... elle n'a pas le choix en la matière... je veux l'inviter à sortir, mais je ne dois pas lui parler papa ou genre... Homme vivant, j'ai étranglé et tué à peu près tous les animaux dans le nord-ouest, mais cette fille m'inquiète juste quelque chose d'horrible.
Oh, Mlle a appelé l'autre jour. Je ne les ai pas encore rappelés. Je tiens toujours le Tennessee ou l'Alabama. Je m'en inquiéterai à la fin de la saison... je sais que tu serais fier de moi, j'aimerais juste que Yall soit là pour me le dire. C'est la dernière partie qui fait le plus mal. Savoir n'était pas la même chose que l'entendre.
Je dois courir, mais je vous aime. Je reviendrai plus tard pour vous dire ce qui s'est passé avec Nina. Everett a embrassé leurs pierres tombales et est monté sur son vélo. Il a remarqué qu'il avait un SMS de Gerard. Rowdy comme Everett aime l'appeler. Il voulait un autre coup de pied. Qui Everett niera ça?
Aux : Rowdy.
J'ai un tambour de cul que je peux ouvrir. Tu n'as qu'à dire quand.
Everett a balancé le bouton d'envoi et a attaché son casque. Il n'était pas prêt à rentrer chez lui. Il voulait juste monter n'importe où. Arrêter de penser à tout ce qui se passe en ce moment était plus que ce qu'il voulait faire.
Alors qu'il sortait du cimetière, il pointait son vélo vers le nord et frappait le gaz.
Everett Wilcox
 
“FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again....even though every time you've tried before you've lost.” 
-Taylor SwiftT H E B A S I C S 
|Name|
Everett Ulysses Wilcox
|Wolf or Wolfie|
Everett's father Ulysses, had a wolf dog named Bandit who quickly formed a strong attachment to Everett. One was hardly seen without the other.
|Birth Date|
27th of June, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
|Sexually Active|
 Let's nasty with it.
|Relationship Status|
Single? Feel free to Pm ideas
|Role|
The Athlete
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
A ruggedly handsome face. Adorned with short dark hair and even darker eyes. His 5’11 frame is covered by a lean 200 pounds worth of muscle and organs. While heavy you would never expect it. Even upon close close inspection one would think he’d he was closer to 180 pounds. A lean athletic frame that is built more on running and endurance than it is through brute power.

|Clothing Style|
Everett wears as simple of clothing as possible. Jeans, boots, and a t shirt. He understands place and time to look his best but he doesn't enjoy dressing up at all. Everett is not at all concerned with fashion, he makes just enough of an effort to be somewhat passable.
He has old University of Tennessee hat that has seen much better days. Its old, dirty and little ragged but he loves it dearly. If its not on his head or in his back pocket, something is very wrong.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Everett has a smattering of scars on his face. Most all due to his hobbies and past times. His scars come from a short lifetime bouncing around the woods, sparing, and a little back yard football.
G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Likes
✔Fighting.
✔Training.
✔Eating more than one person should.
✔Camping.
✔Being in the woods.
✔Shooting.
✔Riding his motorcycle.
✔ Playing any type of sports.
✘Dislikes.
✘Bullies
✘Ass monkeys that look down on people.
✘People feel the need to remind him he has an accent.
✘Being told to do anything rather than being asked.
✘Being confined.
✘People who need to be at the center of attention at all times.
✘ Social Media

|Hobbies|

Mix Martial Arts.
Singing almost decently.
Working on his motorcycle.
Hunting.
Working on cars and motorcycles.
Football

|Habits|
Drinking
Singing
Smoking
If he likes you, he has his own nickname for you.
Picking on or picking fights with bullies

|Fears|

☠ Being weak
☠ Not having any sort of control over his own life.
☠ The loss of his dog Dagnasty

D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Obsessive♦ Laid back♦ Compassionate♦ Intelligent ♦

Everett has a pretty obsessive personality. People are not often the subject of his obsessions but when something does. It's an itch he has to scratch. Fighting, Martial Arts and self defense has been the only constant thing he wants to keep learning about. A good example his obsession was a summer he read the complete works of Shakespeare. While he enjoyed it while it lasted he more than likely never revisit it.
While Everett is always willing to help people out but he has his limits. He will listen, console and give you a shoulder to cry on. All the while wearing a face that says I wanna be anywhere but here. Just because he willing too doesn't mean he wants to do it more than once. Once he has reached his limit, Everett will want nothing to do with the situation.
Intelligence is all relative. In Everett's case he is only as smart as he wants to be in any give subject. He's plenty smart enough to figure anything he wants to. The question is, does he really want too?
Overall Everett is a laid back, sweet person who wants to do the right thing and get along with everyone. His thoughts on right and wrong might be different but he really wants to do the right thing. As people get to know him they'll find a person that is slow to anger but will into rage when he gets there.

|Place of Origin|
Nashville, Tennessee.
|History|
 As a child, Everett's parents where hardly around. He was with Grandparents more often than not. His Grandparents were a different breed from a bygone era. They were old school rednecks who didn't have but worked for everything they had.
They ran a farm and as a child Everett was forced for tend the fields and tend the crops with them. Each and every day he was out there working as hard as he could.
The move to Washington wasn't as bad as it could have been. To more than a few he was some dumb hillbilly that was banging his cousins or whatever. Still even with that it wasn't as bad as if had moved to New York City.
He threw himself into sports as away of coping. He had always loved training and sparing but now he playes football. He excels at the game, playing a verity of positions in football and team captain.
His father and mother moved here to start a hunting lodge. Twenty miles outside of town, it was heaven on earth till the day came where they were both killed. It's long thought they were victims of the serial killer but it was never proven.
The lodge did wonderfully earning more money than most people thought possible. The city loved it as it helped with tourism coming in. While not rich the Wilcox family did pretty good for itself. With Everett and his Aunt Lou running it, it's only done better.
As a result of Everett's family dying, Aunt Lou came from Tennessee to watch over him and take care of the lodge. Everett and Aunt Lou have loving but combative relationship. Its uncommon to hear one threaten the other, it is an odd but deeply loving relationship.

|Extra|
Everett has a wolf dog hybrid. Its name is Leroy St. Germane Dagnasty or Dagnasty for short.
Dags is only three years old, yet he already very large. At five and half feet long and a 150 pounds, Dags is a beast of an animal. It's even more frightening to think he will only get bigger.


|Theme Song|
Fatlip– Sum41
I don't want to waste my time
become another casualty of society.
|Family|

None, both parents were killed.
Aunt Lou is not related to Everett. She's a very close family friend. Everett has always seen her as a motherly figure. 
|Transportation|

When there's decent weather or a wild hair hits.
BMW SR1000RR

All other times.
1971 Dodge Little Red Express



MY SUPERPOWER 

|Light Manipulation |
 The ability to control light. 
|Power Descrption|
 Everett can form and bend light to his will.
|Abilities|
Light constructs
Everett has the ability form objects out of light. The exact limits of it are unknown but what he does know for a fact, is that the bigger the construct the more unstable it is. There is a massive hope that one done he will be able ride a mighty Unicorn named Rocinante
Light based attacks
Everett can use light form attacks of various shapes and/or intensities, either projected, used as a part of melee attacks

|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|

Darkness can cause withdrawal like effects. At first he'll just feel bad, but as time goes on he'll get worse. From just not feeling well to being lethargic to shivering and puking, if he goes more than a few days without sun light. Death is real possibility.
The strength of his powers and their ease of use is related to the amount of sun light. For example, on a cloudless summer day, he will be at his most powerful. But, by the same token, on a dark winters night with little too no light. He would be at his weakest. In that situation he might he able to use firelight or the like to keep him going, but he won't be anywhere near as effective.
Lights constructs and attack do require his up most attention. If he gets distracted his constructs will fade and his attacks could fade or worse, they could go haywire and destroy something or someone.