Nom De PlumeName:
Evan T. CarwellAge:
17Fictional Counter Part:
James Bolivar diGriz- The Stainless Steel RatPhysical Description:
Describing Evan's physical conditioning is something of a brain teaser. I could tell you that by age 17, he was small- smaller than most of the boys in intensive fitness and track- but his muscles had taken all the rigidity and strength of steel rope. His skin is the color of sand, and coarse to the touch with bumps, bruises, badly set bones and scars. His hair shags down in a bronze hood over his head, hiding the young face in perpetual half-shadows. His lips, dimpled with old splits where a blow scored his face, are set in an almost perpetual shit-eating, "I know something you don't" smile. A slightly heavy brow sits over hooded, squinting eyes that shifts steadily under their lids. Hiding underneath are murky gray eyes.History:
It was never hard to get by for Evan. Everything he ever wanted was laid out in front of him- even if a few social norms were treaded upon. So what if his friend got in trouble with his mom for stealing out of her purse... Even if it was Evan who did it.
He got the lunch money he needed to eat today. Failed a test because he needed to go get his mom some booze at one in the morning, got caught and spent a sleepless night in prison? No problem. He'll sneak into the records department and change it to something more presentable.
Now, don't pin him for an outright crook because he looked after himself. He was also a fantastic athlete, and something of an unenthusiastic lady-killer. He was diligent, and didn't simply rely on his natural "talents" to get him through- much unlike some other screw-balls. But as time went on, he became increasingly mired in his activities. He wasn't only treading over norms; he was taking out toes, too.Personality:
To call him flippant, narcissistic, self-confident to a fault; a two-faced, silver-tongued, devil of a child is to use all the insults that were on the school file for him- before it was stolen, of course. After the incident where copies of the file were sent through a school-wide e-mail, they added "mischievous," too. But, just like his past, his temperament seems two-sided. To his peers, he's an amicable person- and to the few friends, a loyal companion. His wits are sharp, and he has a talent for spinning a phrase just as well as a plan.
- The Rat: Evan's ability to slip into- or out of- a building, a dead end or even a sticky situation in a hustle borders on the paranormal. If a crack presents itself, he'll be through before anyone ever sees him.
- Steel Forgery: Evan doesn't need the permission of others; he just feels like getting it. He is capable of forgery to replicate contracts, approvals and grades, or altering them invisibly. Not even your identity is safe! His skill extends to mimicry and throwing of voice, as well as changing his likeness to mirror others.
- Stainless-Fu: Okay, so sometimes he gets caught. Or almost caught. Most of the time it's not worth a scuffle over- it was part of the plan at least once before. But sometimes, Evan's fists need to do the talking for him. He focuses his energy on taking opponents down with as little energy and mess as possible. After all, he needs to act fast.
Just tell me if anything seems out of place.