Evan Fenley || Salesman || Neutral

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Evan

Evan Isaac Fenley

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AGE
35 [November 28^th]

GENDER
Male

SPECIES
Human

ALLEGIANCE
Himself/Ven/Neutral

RANK
Black Market Salesman/Freeloader/Sleazebag

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APPEARANCE
[Evan Sketch - By Kitteh]
[Evan Sketch (on the right) - By Indeh]
[Neko Evan - By Arky or Kitteh, I forget] (No, he can't take this form. xD)

At 5'10.0" (177.80cm) and 172 lbs Evan is of a relatively average build for a white male. He has short, lighter brown hair that's neatly brushed or gelled back when on his time off, though it can get messy and start sticking out in different directions when he's been doing long hours of work. As for his eyes, they're chocolate brown. However the irises change in shade depending on the lighting, of course, so in a lot of light they're a beautiful sienna brown and in dark places they can seem near black. He often carries a pair of blue aviator sunglasses in his breast pocket, but will rarely actually wear the things. He has a few other pairs of various colors, but the blue ones are his favorite. Around his chin, neck, defined jaw, and area around his thin-ish lips there is often a little stubble, because there isn't a whole lot of time for him to shave when he's always on the move.

Unlike some other sleazebags, this one is pretty clean. Of course it's expected for him to get dirty from time to time, considering he can piss people off in his line of work often, but he certainly does not enjoy the feeling and washes as soon as he can. Oh, and while he's pretty damn good at what he does, he still isn't fond of having to work in the first place- so while off the job one can sometimes see him lounging about at Ven's place or one of many motel rooms. During these times he'll often be in a suit (usually something that matches, but sometimes a bright dress shirt, tweed jacket, and pinstripe pants that should never have been put together) or a t-shirt/dress shirt, jeans, and military jacket, enjoying his time of cleanliness and relaxation- as opposed to his constant desire to wear a suit when selling things. His suits don't always match so well, but he generally puts some effort into them. He likes his rather nice set of clothing, and so prefers to keep them spotless. He enjoys putting effort into his appearance.

Evan isn't one to forget the little details. If his nails are too long, he'll clip them, and if his stubble begins to turn into the beginnings of a beard, he'll make the time to shave a little. He got into the habit of 'looking the part' when he first got involved with the black market. So the man takes good care of his hair, and adorns himself with a few accessories like rings and chains.

Being somewhat of a Scavenger he makes sure to take one or two bags with him wherever he goes. He needs them so he can carry back any supplies and goods he can find. The supplies do get quite heavy and awkward to carry, and so can sometimes slow him down. He's often complaining about this to, but refuses to change his job due to his knack for spotting useful items. Also, due to his job, he will usually have a crowbar strapped somewhere on his person, as it is good for both combat and prying open areas to more items. He also likes firearms like the revolver and sawn-off shotgun. The revolver because he likes its style, the way it looks, and the sawn-off as it delivers a serious 'bang' when things get too close- plus it's lighter to carry than the larger shotgun models. In his line of work he has pretty easy access to any sort of weapon, though, and will take what he can to defend himself if his favorites are not available to him at the time.

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PERSONALITY
At first glance Evan is an asshole. After a much longer glance, and maybe some conversation though, one will learn that... Evan is still an asshole. He's terribly heartless and uncaring when it comes to the feelings of those he doesn't know, and will not hesitate to make fun of or alienate another. If one has known him for more than a day then chances are he's already given at least one nickname to that individual, and it's not necessarily a nice one. Now you might be wondering, "why is Evan so bloody mean?" Well, the thing is, he purposely wants to push people away. If he keeps people away by being an all-round jerk then he won't become attached to anyone. If he's not attached to anyone, then he'll have no problem leaving others to die in order to save himself. That's right, not only is he a total dipshit, but he's one of those self-centered guys that only looks out for number one. He's absolutely not afraid to let everyone in his group die in order to preserve his own life. In fact, he's let others die in the past when he could have saved them- he was just too cowardly to go through with a rescue (There is one... or maybe two exceptions who will be mentioned later).

However, even if he's a prick that doesn't want to get to know anyone he's not always on his own. While he does enjoy lounging around by himself, maybe downing a beer or two, he has been known to linger around others just to pick at them. He's also pretty well known for his tendency to hit on just about anyone, as long as he or she isn't infected with any STIs. Yeah, he loves to get laid. The problem is he quite clearly a sleazy asshole, so he's often shot down (though not always~).

The only exception to the behavior listed above is Ven. He still picks at the doctor, to a lesser degree, and flirts with him to no end, but Evan doesn't actually expect any sexual interaction. Should Ven have one of his 'lol I'm totally insane' moments, Evan will most definitely run for his life but, interestingly, for some reason he failed to not connect with Ven. He simply will not stay away and, oddly enough, Ven puts up with him and actually seems to treat Evan like a friend.

Then there's Arky, the possible second on his very tiny list of friends, who also puts up with him to a degree- though she has yet to gain his trust and friendship.

The other occasions he's not going solo are when he's making financial deals with others, being pursued, or having the crap beaten out of him. You see, the man will suddenly switch to a more submissive state in order to avoid harm, but if he can't stop an assault he will sooner flee than fight. If completely cornered, with no other option, he will defend himself with the help of a good gun or his crowbar.

In general he's fine with chilling on his own, only quiet until something or someone sparks his interest as a potential customer/sexual partner. He has good eyes for the little things, and can be pretty sneaky in the sense of knowing exactly what to do in order to purposely screw someone over. If he's deathly afraid of an individual then he'll find a way to get that person killed (preferably without directly getting his own hands dirty, but he's capable of delivering killing blows of his own), and if he's caught Evan will play the part of the scared victim. His dark eyes will wander about suspiciously when no one is looking, as if he's looking for a way out of every situation.

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HISTORY
Evan Fenley's life isn't that different from what it was in his home world. He was involved with the Black Market starting from his late teens and early twenties, so by now he's deep within its clutches and knows pretty much every secret there is to know. There were only two things that got him by at that point in his life, and the underground market was one of them. The second thing was his girlfriend, Samantha.

It was always rare for anyone to have the desire to get to know Evan. Being the sex-addicted sleazebag he was most people shied away or only wanted in for a night of sex. Nothing more. So when he met Sam he knew from the start that she was someone special. The young woman pushed past Evan's constant, often annoying, pickup lines and actually put an effort into getting to know him. Back then he was less of an asshole, and so more willing to let others in, but he was still ever wary thanks to what he did for a living. As she patiently put up with him and learned more, he learned about her too. She was an electrician, and a skilled one at that. She had the knowledge and ability to rewire entire houses in a manner of days or less. The young woman led an honest life by her work, obviously disapproving of Evan's connections with the black market, but he never listened- brushed it off as her being a 'worry wart.' He always waved her off and assured her that there would never be any trouble for them; that he knew what he was doing.

Eventually she earned his every ounce of trust and they grew close. Close enough to call themselves a couple. For a couple years they were together, and eventually Evan moved in with Samantha. This seemed to be going well, even if most of Evan's income always seemed to be sucked away by other men. They were happy... Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever.

Evan's habit of brushing off Samantha's concerns about the black market turned around to come back and bite them both in the ass. He got into some trouble while out on the job. You see, he was trying to make a deal that his clients thought unfair, and so the day they were supposed to make it final he and two fellow black marketers were lead into a trap. Being the ever-wary Evan he was able to pick up on the fact that something wasn't quite right, and managed to barely get away with his life, but his partners on the job were less lucky and shot. Those he was in dept to (the men sucking all his earnings) quickly learned of his failure and paid him a visit the following night.

Evan and Sam were in the kitchen, Sam trying to cook something and Evan attempting to "mess around" with her, and being a distraction in general. She eventually managed to satisfy him with the idea of "later," giving him a teasing kiss and sending him upstairs to fetch her a sweater, as she was feeling chilly. He was happy to do as he was asked, running up to the next floor and grabbing a blue top he had once gotten the woman as a gift. It took him only a few minutes to look through her things and find the sweater, but that was all his employers needed. When he returned to the kitchen, the warm article of clothing draped over an arm, he was met with the scene of one man restraining his terrified lover from behind, a second man casually looking through the cupboards as if the place were his own, and a third... smirking at him.

Evan was terrified, not only for his own life, but for Samantha's as well.

The smirking man informed Evan that they were all armed, so he wasn't to bother resisting them. He spoke of the good work that Evan did, but not even years of benefit would save him from such a sizable screw up. He had to be punished. The conman couldn't believe what was happening, and proceeded to beg without shame. This amused his employers, one of which found himself laughing as he munched away at a box of cereal he had found. They said what he was doing was degrading, but to feel free if Evan felt it would save his girl. They let Evan get on his knees, on the verge of tears as he tried to make deals with the men. Items, more money- fucking blowjobs even! He was desperate. Yet this was all a big party to these men, as the one with the smile came forward and placed a hand on Evan's head, playing with his hair. For one sickening moment he thought this was the man accepting one of his pathetic offers, and he moved to undo his pants, but instead his hair was roughly fisted and yanked- forcing him back to his feet.

"Tsk tsk. Not everything is about sex, Mr. Fenley."

It was then that, with a horrifying jolt, Evan realized he and Sam were completely at the mercy of his employers, and there was nothing that he could do. Only seconds after this realization the smirking man that gripped his hair let go and turned away, swiftly drawing a knife and sinking it deep into the young woman's stomach. The terrified girl's eyes went wide in shock, one more tear of fear running down her cheek before the one restraining her let go and she fell, limp, to the floor. Evan did nothing, he could do nothing, it all happened so quickly... The murderer returned to Evan and took the con man's hand, forcing the bloodied knife into his palm, calmly wiping his own gloved one clean in Evan's white suit jacket.

"How could you have done this to poor Sam?"

It wasn't Evan that asked this... It was the killer.

Evan was being framed.

He was given a taunting pinch of his cheek, like one would give a child, and another blood smear in the process before being left alone. The last thing he saw was the smirk of the man that had killed his love as he slipped out the door with his two 'friends,' bidding him farewell. In complete shock Evan fell to his knees next to the dead girl's body, pulling her into his lap and soaking himself in even more of her blood. He still clutched the knife, leaving his finger prints all over the handle, yet it was forgotten. His free hand stroked her hair, nearly convinced that she would eventually wake up, but only a few minutes later there was the flashing red and blue lights of the police.

After no more than one last sob and a hug for the already cooling body Evan was on his feet and fleeing out the back door, dropping the knife and taking off through various yards and over fences like a shot. He couldn't get caught- he wouldn't get caught. Not for this. Not for something he didn't do. So he fled from the cops and dogs, following an escape path through properties and small patches of forest that he had previously thought up and investigated for himself and Samantha should anything happen to them... He always hoped that they would at least end up fleeing together.

Under the cover of darkness he was able to slip from his neighborhood relatively unnoticed, though he had to be swift and silent about his escape nonetheless. He didn't stop much, only occasionally to catch his breath, and eventually the man came to a parking lot lined with military personal and supply trucks filled with crates. There were some wooden boxes that had yet to be loaded, stacked a little farther away from the trucks, so he moved one of the larger ones a bit closer and climbed inside, luckily not getting caught by some of the guards that wandered the area. Once he closed it he settled down inside, holding down tears as his shock faded for fear of being overheard and found out. The man curled up and slept in his efforts to stay unheard. Waiting.

He awoke to sunlight leaking through cracks in his hiding place and two military personnel working together, struggling to transport the thing to one of the many trucks. Apparently he was heavy... FFFFFF-! ... So anyway, with one last heave they got him on to a truck. Evan was careful to keep his mouth covered and the volume of his breathing in check while the men went about their business, loading the rest of the truck before finally sending it off and into the crack in worlds. He couldn't care less though... he just wanted to get as far away from home as possible.

Evan didn't know it at the time, but he was being taken to a completely new universe, where- if he was careful enough- he just might be able to build himself a new life. Mourning Sam would have to stay on hold. Evan had work to do. In focusing on this he was able to get himself into the black market again, though he made sure to work primarily for himself, and eventually met Ven and Arky- his only friends as of today.

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ATTRIBUTES
Weapons:

• Crowbar
  
• Revolver
  
• Sawn-Off Shotgun
  
• Anything the Market will let him get his hands on

Powers:

• N/A

Abilities:

• An eye for the little things, Evan can pick out tiny details and spot important things or useful items
  
• A wariness that allows him to sense most traps before they're sprung
  
• A good liar and actor, there's a reason he's a con man
  
• Fantastic and experienced in bed~ *Wink*

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OTHER
Sexual Orientation:
Bitch, Evan doesn't need a sexual orientation; he does whatever the hell he wants. Men, women, humans, demons, Lao, Zukai, Neutrals, light posts- you name it! But, if you want to get more technical, he's somewhere around 'Trysexual'...

Fears:

• Dying
  
• Losing his penis
  
• Injuring his penis
  
• Losing his ability to have sex
  
• Becoming attached to others
  
• Having his darker deeds found out
  
• Those who seriously threaten him
  
• Being sucked into the war

Imported from: Cadavernia.

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