VALENCIA, EVAN RORY

[evan]

"you should have racing stripes, the way you keep me in pursuit."

EVAN RORY VALENCIA
ev. twenty-two. male. heterosexual. werewolf. dark. stark.

HOW TO PREPARE EVAN

INGREDIENTS:

flank steak.

evan is a werewolf and he can't help but love meat. he's long since accepted what he is ever since being bitten, walking home alone from the store after picking up some things for his mother. he'd only been a young teenager at the time, and ever since then he's woken up somewhere new, covered in someone or something's blood without knowledge of what happened. nowadays all of his bloodlust and hunger is a dominant trait, controlling him all day, every day. even if he wanted to control it, he wouldn't know how, what to do to stifle it. he doesn't even know the werewolf who bit him and made him what he is.

paprika.

with a fierce temper, he is not one to cross. not only can he be incensed and irritated easily, he will not hold any punches if provoked. he is bloodthirsty and allows his primal instincts to take control whenever they like. he doesn't fight his baser urges, nor does he try to control them. it makes him someone that a lot of people can't get along with, which suits him fine. he doesn't set out to make friends. he's had quite a few throughout his life, but they just ended up bad thanks to that temper of his. he couldn't help if someone pisses him off.

welfare cheese.

evan grew up in a rather poor family. his father worked two jobs so he rarely saw him, and his mother was always working late. he didn't have any siblings, so more often than not he was alone. he preferred it that way. his teachers had always described him as 'not playing well with other children' but evan didn't see anything wrong with this. it was better to keep to himself because honestly, other people annoyed him more often than not. it continued throughout middle school and high school, until he decided that school just wasn't his thing. he was intelligent, got good marks, he just didn't like being stuffed into a building with nine-hundred other smelly teenagers. plus, he got into his fair share of trouble, detentions and suspensions, a shitload of write-ups that he rarely ever went to.

coffee.

his favorite place in the world is anywhere he can get coffee. he works as a mechanic and is usually on his feet. evan hates his boss but doesn't mind his job too much. he doesn't have to interact much with people, all he has to do is work with cars. and it's better than life behind a desk. with a lack of college education, it's really the best he believes he can do. and he's fine with that. he doesn't have low self-esteem or poor belief in himself, he just likes to consider himself a realist. he knows with his background he can't become anything he wanted to be, like his teachers used to tell him. he knows the cold hard facts of life, and the world isn't kind to a testy werewolf.

cookies.

evan's vice is junk food. half of his pantry is full of chips and candy bars and whatever else can clog his arteries and give him cavities. he eats a lot, and he does eat his fair share of healthy things. hell, he'll eat anything he can, he's not very picky when he comes to food and never has been. this is made especially worse by his animalistic cravings thanks to his nature. they come through even in his human form. it's unexpected from a tough guy like him to be chomping down on oreos, but it's not something that people know about him unless they spend a lot of time around him or if he has company. both are highly unlikely.

vinegar

this man's outlook on the world is none too bright. he's best described as a pessimist, and whatever horrible can happen will end up happening. he's come to this state of mind after his parents kicked him out for destroying the house in what they thought had been a party. he was only a young kid and so ended up in foster care for a while. he didn't have the best experiences there. he doesn't like to think of himself as damaged or anything like that, but his history has definitely affected his outlook on the world he lives in now alone. and he definitely likes it that way, being alone. he doesn't have to worry about impressing anyone, or making sure they're all right. he was never good with caring for others simply because it wasn't in his nature.

garlic.

he does not like vampires. at all. his first fight as a werewolf had been with one and ever since then he decided that he did not want to fuck with them. otherwise, he doesn't give much of a damn about humans either. he doesn't want to kill them all or anything like that, he just doesn't see the point in hiding who he is from them. they're weaker and he's stronger, so why should he worry about what they could do to him? the only thing he hates more than humans and vampires is probably hunters. that's understandable, of course, though his encounters with them have been minimal to the point of being non-existent. he knows that when he does encounter one, however, he will have no mercy on him.

parsley.

evan has a dry sense of humor, to the point where most people doesn't think he has a sense of humor at all. it rarely shows up, but when it does it throws people off because a smile on his face is about as rare as a focused picture of the loch ness monster. and his humor is not the most friendly kind as he won't spare anyone's feelings with jokes. hell, he doesn't spare feelings in normal conversation. he's not a feelings kind of guy, even though he won't deny that he has some pretty intense ones of his own. usually those intense emotions turned out to be anger, but there are other things he could be passionate about.

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