Lieu: Les Bois
Interagir avec:'s Nina Jelen & Katalina Hargrave,'s Jay Hunter-Darling,'s Scout Presley,'s Austin Williams's Jade Taylor's Ashton Bryant.
Alicia regarda sa petite amie et l'embrassa sur la joue avec amour, et regarda sa petite amie avec amour. "Personne ne va mourir ici dans ces bois, d'accord l'amour?" Alicia a dit qu'elle se tournait pour entendre la voix de Jade à nouveau. S'il te plaît, arrête-le. Je ne veux pas-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alicia savait qu'elle ne lui ferait jamais de mal, ni à aucun de ses amis, la veille si elle avait eu ses petites explosions de colère Alicia savait que cette personne derrière eux contrôlait Jade d'une manière ou d'une autre.
Tu n'es pas mon ami, Jelen! Je ne t'ai rien fait et pourtant tu m'as toujours regardé avec un tel regard de supériorité. Qu'est-ce qui te fait croire que tu es meilleur que moi? Juste parce que tu n'es pas appelée la salope de la ville, tu penses que ça te donne le droit de me regarder!? Et toi, Hunter! Vous m'avez brisé le cœur, vous m'avez pris tout le monde aussi. Et puis c'est toi, Hargrave, c'est toi qui as le plus mal. Tu es sorti de nulle part. Vous n'aviez aucune sorte de connexion antérieure à nous et pourtant vous avez fini par être ami avec MON meilleur ami. Tu as fini par m'enlever son attention! Tu vas lui faire tout oublier de moi et je finirai toute seule! Ce n'est pas ce qui arrive — ce n'est pas ce qu'il se passe!
Alicia regardait dans le groupe de ses amis qui étaient autour d'eux, quel que soit ou qui avait le contrôle sur Jade utilisait sa colère contre tous. Elle s'y tenait gelée en voyant Jade convoquer une grande lave hors du sol. Elle était figée dans la peur alors qu'elle venait directement vers elle et Katalina. Était-ce ainsi qu'elle allait mourir, par les mains de sa meilleure amie utilisant ses capacités contre Alicia et être enterrée et brûlée vivante comme les gens de Pompéi? Tout comme Alicia ferma les yeux, elle sentit une vague soudaine de chaleur sur elle, mais une lumière bleue éclatante remplit sa vision.
Quelqu'un... arrête Jade, s'il te plaît? Alicia a ouvert les yeux en voyant Scout devant eux la protéger et Katalina, elle ne savait pas que Scout avait une capacité comme elle aussi. Elle a regardé autour de la région s'il y avait quelque chose qui pouvait aider, elle s'est sentie complètement inutile, elle ne pouvait pas utiliser ses capacités à cause du manque de métal ici. Alicia a embrassé Katalina une fois de plus sur les lèvres en regardant profondément et avec amour sa petite amie. "Je sais que vous souffrez beaucoup en ce moment mon amour.. mais je veux que vous utilisiez votre capacité sur le magma, qui va rapidement refroidir ce rocher." Alicia a dit de regarder vers Scout la voir maintenant sur ses genoux maintenant. "Merci, Scout.. Ne bougez pas tant que vous le pouvez." Alicia a dit.
Jade n'allait probablement pas écouter quoi que ce soit que les autres disaient, peut-être qu'elle serait plus disposée à l'écouter à la place. Alicia a lentement commencé à s'éloigner de Scout et de sa petite amie. "Ah attendez, je veux essayer quelque chose!" Alicia a dit que c'était comme si toute sa jambe était en feu alors qu'elle commençait lentement à se diriger vers Jade, en voyant le rouge dans les yeux de son amie ainsi que le nez sanglant. Peut-être qu'elle pourrait convaincre sa meilleure amie de se calmer.
"Jade! Ce n'est pas du tout vous, s'il vous plaît arrêtez!" Alicia cria alors qu'elle réussissait lentement à aller plus loin et un peu plus près de Jade. "S'il vous plaît calmez-vous, personne n'est là pour vous faire du mal." Alicia a dit doucement quand les larmes ont commencé à couler son visage, elle a commencé à s'approcher d'Ashton et s'est penchée contre lui pour obtenir du soutien.
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.