everett ivanov

[everett ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERMANENT FILE[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 2px; border: 1px solid #000000;][/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: everett louis ivanov AGE: sixteen GRADE: junior <-- skipped a grade SEXUALITY: demisexual OCCUPATION: photographer HEIGHT: five feet two inches WEIGHT: ninety-seven pounds FACE CLAIM: KUROSHITSUJI, ciel phantomhive PERSONALITY TRAITS:[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]>> everett is fond of the beautiful, mysterious things in life. it's one of the reasons why he's a photographer. he's always seen with a camera around his neck, ready to grab if he finds 'inspiration'. because of his... obsession with beauty, he tends to follow around those who seem like they would be good models. he keeps to the shadows of course, wanting any pictures to be more 'natural' than forced poses. >> he tends to give off the vibe that says 'touch and die', and he will sometimes act on that vibe. he is not fond of being touched, at all, and he does bite. hard. his parents even had to buy him a muzzle because so many people were getting their fingers bit after trying to pester him. >> everett is one hell of a stubborn, prideful boy. what he wants, he gets, no questions asked. he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he wouldn't have it any other way. he doesn't drop his pride, and he even goes as far as calling others 'servants' or 'peasants'--regardless of their rank on the social/economic ladder--or, at times, 'low bloods'. it's a weird phrase, but he's perfectly content with using it. >> despite his stubborn, prideful front, he's pretty delicate. certain words and actions hurt him deeply, but he doesn't allow himself to cry in front of others. it's a sign of weakness, and his father made sure that he wasn't weak in front of others. one of the touchy subjects for him is how he lost vision in his right eye and anything about his mother. >> you could say he's kind of like a dog and a cat. he has his moments of get the heck away from me and let me work, and he has his moments of pay attention to me, dammit! it's pretty comical, especially when he switches between dog-like and cat-like attitudes while in the presence of others. >> he is very talented in many areas, from acedemics--thus the grade skip--to his photography. he can even speak in many different languages: english, russian, japanese, french, italian, and even latin. he speaks with a mix between a british and russian accent, having gone back and forth from england to russia his whole life.[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]ABOUT PAST EVENTS[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]>> everett was born to a kind, young british woman who was only seventeen at the time and to a tall, intimidating russian man in his early thirties. his father was the head of a famous chain of restaurants all over the world. because of this, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he didn't mind the metallic taste. his childhood was fairly simple and uneventful, save for the major tutoring sessions. each year, they would also move back and forth from the main two headquarters for his father's business. one was in london, england and the other in moscow, russia. >> his father was a strict man, demanding obedience, respect, and even fear. he would literally beat out any sign of weakness from the boy. he learned at a young age that he should not complain or cry in front of his father for fear of being struck again. his mother wasn't too happy about his treatment, but she had to keep her mouth shut. >> when he was nine, tragedy struck his somewhat carefree life. his mother grew fatally ill, and the doctors said it was a delayed aftereffect of giving birth so young, and having been only two months pregnant at the time just wore her body out. she died only a few days of becoming ill, taking everett's unborn little brother or sister with her. his father didn't seem depressed about it, but he knew the feeling was in the back of his mind. the only sign of 'sorrow' his father showed when everett was crying on the day of the funeral. >> the show of weakness from his son made him snap, even if it was the correct event to show weakness in. as soon as they got home, some of his father's 'friends' came over. his father shoved him into a dark room, and the others entered. the poor boy was strapped on to a table, and his father just stood in a corner, watching. the men took out various chemicals, mixed them together without a second thought, and poured it into everett's right eye. the scream of terror and pain sliced through the oddly silent mansion. no one came to his rescue. who would? his father was in the room with him, just watching him squirm and scream in agony, and all the servants were sent home for the night. he was left there on the table until the next morning when one of the servants opened the door to find him. >> he was rushed the hospital, and his father put on the 'innocent' act. everett didn't report his father. he knew not to. he was in the hospital for the next week as the doctors waited to make sure he was okay and got used to having half the vision he had before. with a new, black, silk eye patch, one of the servants led him out of the hospital. he kept his head held high, even when he stumbled slightly. >> he had to take pain medicine for the next month until the pain in his eye dulled away. >> his personality drastically changed since then. he was quieter, and took to focusing on his studies than playing with the little kids in the neighborhood. he took up photography as a hobby, taking random photos of whatever he could see. as he grew, the hobby turned into more of a job as some newspapers and magazines started asking for them. >> when he was fourteen, his father enrolled him in chishiki academy, apparently having enough of seeing him every day. the days passed him by, and half way through his freshman year, he was allowed to jump straight into his sophomore year. he finished that year and, well, you can guess the rest. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]SECRETS [/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]>> his right eye is not only purple, but any 'tears' from it is actually blood. doctors believe it's because the chemicals dumped into his eye did something to him that was more than blind him. only the school nurse knows about this. >> he has severe asthma, and he carries around his inhaler all the time. he just keeps it hidden from the world. once more, only the nurse knows about this.[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]LIKES & DISLIKES[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]LIKES >> sweets, especially cake >> dogs >> cats >> warmth >> comfort >> hot chocolate >> tea >> music >> visual kei >> beauty >> mystery >> photography >> the piano >> faygo DISLIKES >> idiots >> being touched >> his father >> being told what to do >> 'low bloods' >> ugliness <-- there's nothing good to photograph about this >> blood >> being bored >> stringed instruments >> high pitched noises >> being teased >> failing classes >> laziness >> showing weakness[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center; font-family: courier new]application was passed by lucas[/style]

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