Post by Evan Wilder on Oct 11, 2013 22:13:46 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] EVAN MATTHEW WILDER EVAN | 19 | ADVERTISEMENT MARKETING Height: 5'10½" Weight: 160 lb. (72.6kg) Sexuality: Bisexual Style: Generally nice, but casual. Jeans, t-shirts, sometimes collared-shirts with rolled up sleeves. He doesn't dress sloppily, but he isn't too formal. ------------------------------------------------- WELCOME, TAKE A SEAT. START OFF WITH YOUR NAME, HOW OLD ARE YOU? Didn't I just tell you? Evan Wilder, here! Not a stage name, I swear. Friends say it sounds like a stripper name or somethin', but it's not. Considered it a few times, but it never happened! Anyways, apparently the name's Welsh, but my dad'll go to his grave swearing it's All-American. It means 'young man' or 'youthful vigor.' Wilder means 'wild animal,' and 'young and wild' is definitely something I can be! Some close friends just call me by my last name. I'm nineteen and a sophomore at King Protea College. ------------------------------------------------- AWESOME. ARE YOU A LOCAL? Not at all. I was born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee by a proud country father and suburban-accustomed mother. I have a bit more of my mom's blood in me, so I never fully adopted the Southern traditions my Pa was so passionate about, much to his disappointment. You can trace Dad's bloodlines back for generations, with each member living out the complete extent of their life in the ol' South. On my mom's side, however, my grandparents moved to the U.S. from Vancouver and earned citizenship just months before she was born; they don't have the same vast legacy my father's family has. ------------------------------------------------- NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. GOT A BIG FAMILY? I'M AN ONLY CHILD. The youngest of five sons. Have any idea how much that sucks?! Not only that, but I'm the shortest of all the men in the family, the one guy under six-foot-three and by a decent few inches. My lack of towering height, mixed with my lighter coloring, slimmer build, and 'Mama's Boy' status made me out as the perfect victim of my brothers' teasing. My dad's the epitome of a prideful Nashville man; country music, boots, Tennessee accents and vocabulary, masculine-dominated households and superiority, which shows his slightly chauvinistic attitude. He always loved attending hoedowns, smoking, and throwing crazy family reunions. My mom calls him the show-off of the family and he takes whatever opportunity he finds to play his guitar for everyone and sing in that low, husky voice of his that he claims got him all the girls when he was my age. And he never stops telling my about how I could be just as hot as him if I got into country music. Sorry for not having the right voice type for country folk tunes, Dad... Mom has never been fully content with the Southern life she married into, but love does things to a person that they never expected, as she would tell me. She was born in Savannah, Georgia, but raised in Portland, Maine, neither of them were exactly rural towns. Family and friends say they see a lot more of her than my dad in me; suburban preferences, modern music, and believing that holding a blade of grass in your teeth wasn't universally sexy. She was much more tolerant of my lack of traditional Southern-ness because she understood how it felt, and she balanced out my father's obvious disappointment in me. Then there are my brothers Kevin, Devon, Steffen, and Austin. I'm not sure which I find more confusing: Why the hell my dad decided to give his sons rhyming names, or why Austin, the oldest, is the only one exempt from the pattern! All of them are carbon copies of our dad. Same towering height, darker coloring, deep voices, love for the same activities, and their endless craving for red meat, cooked rare or smoked, depending on the occasion. They all picked on me for being less traditional, or less masculine, as they often called me because I wasn't exactly into everything they were into. Plus, the several inches and years they had over me never helped my case. ------------------------------------------------- GO FIGURE. DO YOU THINK YOUR FAMILY SHAPE WHO YOU ARE AS A PERSON? Well, I never really took after my dad. Aside from our differences in preferred customs, he and I rarely, if ever, saw eye to eye on things. He always belittled me, telling me to 'grow some hair on my chest.' His strict child-rearing techniques caused me to be rather insecure about who I am, which was why I could never come out to him or any of my brothers since I knew none of them would understand and it would just give them another thing to push me around for. I guess he did teach me a few things. For one, a big rule for me when it comes to dating is that my boyfriend can't be from Tennessee, or if it's a girl, she can't have a stereotypical view on Southern guys. Playing the guitar, having a very faint Nashville accent, and loving the SEC are the only traits I have in common with my Pa. My mom taught me to love myself and not let others intimidate me with their judgmental words, though I can't say I've completely learned to ignore other people's opinions. Because of her, I never felt forced to adopt my father's Southern customs, and I stuck with Mom's urban lifestyle. She taught me what love is, how it felt to be cared for, and what it was like be compassionate towards another. ------------------------------------------------- THATS DEEP, MAN. YOU SEEM PRETTY INTERESTING, YOU MUST HAVE AN INTERESTING BACK STORY, HM? Should I start from the very beginning? Sure, I guess I should. As I've said before, my dad's the stereotypical Southern guy who sings folk music, holds a straw of grass in his teeth when he plays guitar, and holds strict conservative views which he imposes onto the entire family. Mom's more permissive and sympathetic, born in Savannah to a Canadian family, and prefers the city life. They met when she was attending Rhodes College and he was performing at local gigs. Like all of his past girlfriends and lovers, she was attracted to his rustic charm and cowboy image. They hit it off right away, and she managed to stay with him longer than any other girl, so my dad decided to marry her. Austin was born three months after the wedding, which makes me question the real initial reason for their marriage. Four sons later, I was born, but unlike the giant men of the family, I wasn't ever a huge, intimidating guy. I had a lighter coloring, a smaller frame, and a preference toward less rustic activities. Dad was always the commander of the family; whatever he said, went. What he told us to be and not to be, we all obeyed, even if we had to hide our true selves, and he wasn't very tolerant of any social deviation. He expected my mom to meet him at the door with tea in one hand and a plate of steak in the other when he got home from work everyday, and as he and his sons played music or watched football, she'd be in the kitchen, washing the dishes or even preparing a second dinner course. As far as I know, my brothers are every bit like our father on the inside as they show on the outside. I was just the odd one out, 'the runt of the litter.' Dad never said anything, but I think the one time he was remotely proud of me was when I taught myself to play the guitar at a young age. It became something close to a passion of mine when I began singing too, but once I strayed towards more popular, modern music, he returned to his disappointment. Both of my parents worked at the beginning of their marriage. My mom was an English teacher, and my dad was - and still is - an architect for a regionally popular company. After a few years, my mom was talked out of the workforce and served as a housewife. I could always tell she was never content with what she had become, and I did my best the ease the regret in her heart. I was always the one to accompany her to my grandparents vacation home in Savannah, where she was born, while my dad and brothers went on hiking trips and such. Now, there's no question that I have plenty of testosterone in my body, and I was very sexual at a young age, starting when I lost my virginity to the local bombshell during my sophomore year of high school. Since then, when I wasn't strumming the guitar or helping Mom with anything I could help her with, I was flirting and jumping in bed with girls around town, and in a place as conservative as the South, I had to be very careful with where I was seen and who I was found with. I had the innocence in my looks that really helped me conceal the more wild side to my name. Honestly, with a name like Wilder, what'd you expect? C'mon now... I did all right in high school; a decent GPA, good scores, plenty of friends and my fair share of girlfriends. During my junior year, I started to find other dudes hot. And not in that 'hey, that's guy's attractive' way, but full on 'that's one sexy dude! I'd tap that.' I knew I couldn't tell anyone. My dad would've either cast me out of the house or passed it off as a phase and forced me to participate in all the 'manly' activities he and my brothers always joined. Even I tried to tell myself it was just a phase and that I'd get over, but after experimenting with some guys a few... er, several times, I realized it wasn't just a fleeting attraction I could shake off. I really had a thing for other guys! I never told anyone, not even my mother, but after a while, I think she worked it out for herself. Whenever we were out in Savannah, she'd catch me glancing over at hot guys passing by on the streets and watch where my eyes would wander over their bodies. Although she never confronted me about my sexuality, something about the way she continued caring for me the same as she'd always loved me showed that my attraction to both genders didn't affect our relationship. After graduation came around and ended, Mom pushed me to go to college as far away from Nashville as possible, so when my acceptance letter from King Protea arrived in the mail, she slipped a sh*tload of money she had been saving up since before I was born to pay for my tuition, which'll be enough to pay for most of college. But I know the money won't last forever, and I can't rely on my mom to take care of me for the rest of my life, especially when I want to repay her later on for all she's done for me. Now, I just need to find a job that pays well, whatever it may be. As of right now, I'm open to just about anything. In the meantime, I'm still fooling around with the boys and girls on campus and in town. In the big cities, I'm not as insecure about my sexuality, since I know so many others like me and are more open about it than I am. ------------------------------------------------- MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE ASKED. ANYWAY, THATS IT. THANKS FOR YOUR TIME. All right then. Sweet. Nice talking with you, I s'ppose. Just don't go blabbing to everyone about my secret, all right? ------------------------------------------------- THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED TIFFANY AND SITS AT SEVENTEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE EST TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO CHORD OVERSTREET, DON'T YOU THINK? |
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