Ira Evans ♦ Cis Man (He/Him) ♦ 40 ♦ Law Enforcement ♦ Medical Examiner
“You know why I prefer a decedent to a real-life human being? Because they know when to shut the fuck up. Ponder on that.”
A life tied to law enforcement was always in the cards for Ira Evans. Try as he might to escape the destiny cast in his stars, it simply was not meant to be. Born October 2, 1982 to Jakob and Lisa Evans, Ira was the eldest of two sons to come and round out an honest family. The son of a police officer, Ira heard many stories about the types of criminal his father ran into on a daily basis. It bled into their lives, colored them a vicious red. From a young age it was always his interest to fall into the field of forensic science, something that his mother needed to convince him to continue pursuing later in life.
The first fourteen years of his life were spent as a shield. Frustrations of work were turned into expectations on his father’s behalf —Ira did his best to keep his younger brother, Levi, away from the shouting and degrading. He wasn’t allowed to have his own likes, his own personality. The expectation was that he’d follow in his father’s footsteps, like his grandfather before him all the way down the line … something Ira hated. Punishments were strict, on several occasions Ira was locked in a small closet to “think about what he’d done”. The resentment pooled, and the bitter taste was left in his mouth too strong to argue. By the time his mother’s tolerance broke and the divorce papers were served Ira was certain he’d never be a police officer. The family tradition would break with him.
From The Netherlands he and his mother moved, to England. At fourteen his life began - Ira started to flourish without the constant negativity his father seemed to seep. His mother quickly found another partner - a nice man who was the exact opposite of Ira’s father, and they settled in as one small, awkward family. It took time for Ira to open himself up - to have friends that weren’t consistently scrutinized by an overbearing parent, to have support in his interests, as strange as they may have been. When he was close to graduating he informed his mother that he was at a loss for career —vehemently against the route his father had always wanted for him.
It was through some soft poking and prodding that Ira was guided toward forensic science. Initially he steered away from the route involving anything similar to his father, but varying conversations throughout his senior year of high school dawned upon him the realization that he could be a forensic scientist without being anything like the man he’d grown to resent. With decisions set in stone he went off to Cambridge, with the monetary assistance of his step-father. Ira graduated top of his class, to no one’s surprise, and shifted easily into a position first with the County of Derbyshire before being scooped into the Metropolitan Police as their lead medical examiner. It’s a position he’d held for quite a few years by this point —preferring the company of the bodies he sees to those of his coworkers, even. His one regret is losing touch with his brother - leaving Levi to the cruel mannerisms of his father, so many years ago.
+ / - calm, disciplined, organized, thorough, aloof, disconnected, nihilistic, tense.
Very good with his hands, be it fixing things or making them or tinkering in general. He prefers to do most housework himself. Sink broken? He can fix it in an afternoon. Wall need sheetrocking? He can do it. Car need fixing? He’ll do that, too. It comes with being a self-appointed loner, honestly.
He was in a relatively serious relationship with a woman he’d met through work for about five years. They lived together, and he’d planned on proposing to her, but it didn’t quite work out. They barely spoke thereafter, but were mostly amicable when they did. Since then he’s been more of a one night stand kind of man, with little interest in opening himself up again.
He has a cat he took from home with him : a little black cat named Nyx.
He wears glasses when he’s home, otherwise always has contacts in. You won’t ever see him with his glasses on unless you drop in unexpectedly on him.
He plays piano, and favors jazz. he picked it up in middle school and has stuck with it ever since. An avid music fan, he has a small baby grand piano in his flat inherited from his father upon his passing.
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