+ —maybe the end is NEAR but i've been waiting all year to get the h e l l up out of here and throw away my fears. I'm so faded off of all the things that I've taken. maybe I'm not really drunk
reagan turned to give her younger brother a pointed look, clearly not condoning his tone or aggression. “everett, play nice.” she pleaded lightly. her relationship with everett was a bit complicated seeing as when he was only 3, she was shipped away to live with aunt donna across the atlantic. but, like her elder siblings did for her, she made an effort to at least check in every once and a while, still sent him christmas and birthday presents, and still loved him unconditionally like any big sister should. “maybe they just think you’re cute” she offered with a shrug, attempting in anyway to diffuse the situation.
Reagan had always been so distant - despite the fact that she was the sibling closest in age to him, and Everett didn’t even notice it was her until he looked over (not knowing what her voice sounded like). “Come on, Reagan. I’m just having a bit of fun.” He rolled his eyes but he was still smiling. “Everyone thinks I’m cute, it’s nothing new.”
❝ trust me, the law’s not on your side. even law bows to intelligence. ❞ and, truly, skylar isn’t scared of such things, didn’t have to energy to be. ❝ you can only prove that if there’s a witness. you can’t be the witness if you’re dead. ❞
“Trust me, I’ve been to court enough times to know what I’m talking about.” Everett had, in fact, never been to court. But he had taken a course in law at one point, and had gotten a C so, that was basically the same thing, right? “Fucking try me.”
Althea didn’t go out much anymore, not unless it was to teach a class, practice, or a performance. But she loved this time of year more than anything, she couldn’t miss the market. She was walking, taking a look around before she accidentally knocking into someone.
“Are you threatening an officer?” Cissie’s tone is dangerous, a tight-lipped response meaning that she refuses to take shit from a child. God, if this was her child, Cissie would have taken away whatever she was currently paying for and deduced her child to a flip phone without internet. Then again, this wasn’t Cissie’s child and Helen was just over a year old. “Let me rephrase that question, do you or do you not want to rephrase what you were just saying?”
“An officer? So now we’re abusing positions of power?” Everett crosses his arms. He’s not afraid of her. Has never had any reason to respect authority or even to listen. What would she do - shoot him? Everett used his whiteness as a shield, and his parents money to fix what he couldn’t get out of. “I’m sorry -- could you rephrase that? With maybe a wider vocabulary?”
* closed starter for @everettprince / “so do i make a sexy reindeer or what?”
“why would you want to, mate?” forget answering the question that the younger boy posed - the more important question here, at least in adrian’s eyes, was why on EARTH everett would even want to look like a sexy reindeer. maybe it was just a weird everett thing. maybe, he was just too old to be entirely in touch with the youth of today. adrian wasn’t sure - hence, the question. “is this what birds like now’days?”
“It’s the newest fashion trend - There’s no need to be such a prude, Adrian.”
It was fun to pretend, fun to pretend to be worried about people, fun to pretend that she was some sort of angel. “I didn’t mean to stare,” Her voice is soft and gentle as she others the other a soft smile. “You have something on your shirt. I have a Tide pen if you want to try it. Just don’t try and smoke it, there’s enough news stories about the Tide Pod Challenges.”
“I don’t need your pity.” Everett was taken aback by her kindness. His angry facade - for a moment. Then he lets it down. “Oh - thanks.” She was cute. If not a little too soft for him.
❝ if you’re trying to pick me up ; you’re not my type. ❞ skylar gave him a purely unamused smile. her therapists words rang in her head : no more violence, skylar, use your words. ❝ if you’re trying to intimidate, try someone else. i’ll rip your throat with my teeth, boy. ❞
“I wasn’t, but hey- if you swing that way.” Adrian rolled his eyes. “Now, see - that’s a direct threat. Better not make good on that or it’s premeditated murder.”
“Would you like a palm reading?” Morgan asked, sitting at their table. They offered a large smile. “I promise it will be worth your time and your money, of course.”
( miguel bernardeau, male, he/him/his ) — ✧ that looks like EVERETT TREVOR! he’s TWENTY YEARS OLD and the son of DIANA PRINCE & STEVE TREVOR. He is also an UNDERGRAD at paragon. i hear he’s CONFIDENT & QUICK-WITTED, but tends to be CRUEL & HAUGTY. his file says that his powers are ENHANCED CONDITION.
It’s Sophia back with another crapshoot.
H I S T O R Y
Everett Trevor does not remember what it’s like to be UNWANTED. His family loved him. His friends loved him. Girls threw themselves at his feet (to hear him tell it). He’s confident in his relationships. Because he once was.
Everett was born in an orphanage, where he spent the first 3 years of his life. Not that he remembers it, of course. All those memories have been replaced by those of his parents. But it’s still there. The fact that in reality, he DOESN’T BELONG.
He had a good childhood, but it was a lonely one. His siblings were too old to really be his playmates. He had all the attention he could want. But his father was not immortal, his mother too busy being a superhero, and the two could not really keep up with the rambunctious boy.
Thus, Everett was pretty much left alone as a kid. He always did his best at school (leaving him right smack in the 50th percentile... the median kid), but no one really watched what he did all day, and his parents were just grateful that he was sober.
Well,,, not really.
By high school, he was the king. Prom king, student body president (he rigged it), you get the picture. He stayed within the confines of his life. He spent his parents money. He got drunk on the weekends. Drank and smoked, but never to excess. He always called a cab home.
I want to be able to say that this is a case of ‘actually sweet on the inside’ but... it’s not. Everett wasn’t a bad person. Just a careless one. A vapid boy. Who at times, could be mean and cruel. He bullied kids. He almost broke a boy’s skull on a toilet bowl.
But most importantly, his parents never found out.
Because Everett was careful, because he learned from the mistakes of his siblings, he never got caught. No repercussions. No one but his classmates to silently wonder how this kid could be so cruel. No character growth.
So, as a result, nothing has really changed except location,
W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S:
Friends: A boy/girl gang of rich kids, who get fucked up and
Actual Friends: Lets be real, Everett doesn’t like his friends. There are a few he does actually like
Victims: Just give me a few ppl for Ev to be mean to, that’s all!!
Mentor: I mean,,,, anyone willing to deal with this?
