CORWIN, everard rylan

[corwin]

everard rylan corwin III
twenty ,, shrewsbury england ,, drummer for dinosaurs go rawr ,, bisexual ,, quiet ,, garrett nickelsen
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"everard, or "ever" as he prefers, full name being everard rylan corwin the third, is twenty and was born on april the thirteenth in shrewsbury, england. he is most known for being quiet, and seen as the sort to only talk when he has been talked to. but, thats different when it comes to the band, but only the band. he can be the sort to speak out around the people that he trusts most, but keep his opinions to himself in public. he is very timid around new people, and it might seem as though he doesn't want to talk at first, but he will ease up eventually. like him, you have to be patient for him to talk to you easily, but it will get easier as time progresses. he is one of those sorts of people that will listen to your problems, and be the shoulder to cry on, and likes to help as many of his friends out when they are like this. he understands pretty much everything, even if it doesn't seem like it, he will understand slightly at the very least. he'll never rat on anyone, he never tells secrets, and he hardly ever talks. just smiles. or pulls faces. he can be the sort to worry about stupid stuff, like if he can take a book out of a library, or if he needs new drum sticks, just the little things really. occasionally bigger things, but more smaller things. and, he never is really seen on camera or in photos either, he's usually taking them, or hiding in the corner. usually, he has to be dragged into the photo, unless it's for a fan. thats the only time he will really allow photos being taken of him without being dragged into it. loyal is another known trait of everard. he is the sort to stick by people to the end, and usually will try and to protect them, if they protect him when he needs it too though. he never lets people bad mouth individuals in the band, the only time he really speaks up confidently in public. his anger isn't really a big problem, because he never really physically hits anyone because of how timid he is, and he never really lets things that people say to him get to him. the only time he might get violent or just angry is when he's drunk, or it's someone that he absolutely detests that have probably hit him or are really trying to irritate him. but, otherwise, it will be a harmless glance that he will give you. oh, and, of course, he does have a stereo typical british accent, but you only hear it if you can make him talk to you.

as for his history, he was born and raised in england for the first six years of his life. though, those were the years where he was very unhappy. his mother and father had broken up because of abuse that his father was inflicting on his mother, him and his sister. it wasn't anything serious for everard, but more serious for his mother. when his parents split, his father stayed in england, whilst his mother brought them over to long island, new york, so that they were close to his grand parents. that was where he spent the majority of his life. he did move out of there once, but came back when neither him or his sister really fitted in as well as they did in long island. he started to learn drums when he was seven, and has been playing since he was that age, obviously. he also learned a bit of guitar and piano, but not much, only enough to know how to play a simple tune or two. his mother only got re-married when he was seventeen, and he had dropped out of high school, this was mainly because he couldn't handle another year of school. it was to a nice guy, but everard has never liked him, and has never talked to him for more than a minute. he spent the year of which he would have been in high school hanging around at his mother and step-fathers house. and, he still sort of lives there. he has kept all of his stuff at their house in his room, and they don't seem to mind. seeing as they only have one kid living with them now (his step-brother), they don't really need his room. so, there ok with it.

mother: mary-lynn short (née corwin, tylers)
father: everard corwin, step-father: leon short
siblings: davis short (step-brother), clover corwin (sister)

his name comes from the middle ages, and it isn't common in modern days. in fact, it is very rare to find people named everard. it means "brave boar" and his middle name means "land where rye is grown"

@omgitsaneverard: bread is awesome, do not abuse it!
@omgitsaneverard: if i was a girl, i think my name would be elizabeth, i think.
@omgitsaneverard: HITLER YOUTH! just like boy scouts... ONLY EVIL!
@omgitsaneverard: if i see another camera pointed at me, i think i might burst.
@omgitsaneverard: my only friend is my mother ): jk, i have none 8D"





^{hey, so i'm smiler. i've been roleplaying for two years now. as well as this character, i also play no other characters. you can reach me by pm if you need me for anything. i found PERFECT DYSFUNCTION by ad, can't remember the site though, and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

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A ripple made its way over the calm lake surface. Fish darted in and out of the tangled weeds hanging in the water, otters perched on the side, butterflies and dragonflies hovering over the surface. The sun was shining in the sky, no clouds obstructing its view on the lake from perched up high in the sky. No doubt that this was a perfect day for Jonathan and his group. Well, Jonathan. None of his so called 'friends' had decided to turn up. Jon didn't mind, it was just that he would have preferred having some of his friends there. It was always better with them, even if they didn't act like friends to Jon all the time. He only hung out with them because of the move. They were the only ones that had acknowledged him, apart from the teachers. Any other contact from human beings was probably from being put in partners in class, or at home. Jon wasn't the social type anyway, so that didn't help one bit.

Sitting next to the lake, feet dipped in the cool water, a book in hand which he saw through a pair of sunglasses and a sleeping dog resting it's limp head on his lap, Jon was obviously relaxed, and there was no one about, it was his secret area that no one knew about. It was a rock slanted over the edge, which looked impossible to get to besides swimming over, unless you were Jonathan. He had first discovered the area on the first day since he'd arrived. He had just be walking through the dense forest, where he had come across a overgrown path, barely visible. Having taken it, he'd come to soil that had tumbled down, and had made it a rugged land almost impossible to cross. On this day, he may have slightly stumbled into the water, but he had gotten the hand of getting over it, and now he was able to lead the small dog across too. He was probably the only one who had been there in months, or years. He didn't know, by the looks of it, some time, as there was never any proof of other human life about. It was very private, and Jon had nicknamed it 'The slab of Jon', sort of an inside joke to himself, seeing as he seemed to be one of the only ones to know about it. He was even temped to carve into it the nickname he'd given it, but he'd decided not to. That would ruin the perfectly smooth surface of it.

A few flys had made their way over to investigate the human on the side of the lake, probably never having seen one in their short life span. They soon took the hint that they were not wanted by Jon when he swatted them away with a swift movement of his hand. Though, new ones always decided to come over anyway, so Jon would never win. That was really the only thing that was bothering Jon, apart from the occasional movement and grunt from the small dog in his lap. Having prevented himself from waking the dog, knowing that it would go and jump in the water to chase fish, he continued reading the book he'd brought. The Stand by Stephen King, one of his favorite of all time writers. He'd read the book many times before, and the rest of his books, but he always enjoyed re-reading books, he usually came across things that he hadn't noticed, or had forgotten. His favorite had to be The Shining though, it was an amazing book to Jon, and he never got bored of books and novels about horror, gore and anything like that. Though, the move had made him have to sell the majority of his books. Though, he didn't care. he had most of his Stephen King books.

There wasn't anything that could really ruin this day. Maybe someone deciding that they wanted to visit him. Or the dog waking up. He wouldn't want either of them, but he knew either would happen sometime. He had seriously bad luck when it came to it.

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