Everett, Carson Graham

[Carson Graham Everett]

* carson graham everett !

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PB: Shawn Roberts
But you'd save the best for last like I'm the one for you[/center]

name;; Carson Graham Everett
nickname/s;; Graham Cracker, Everett
age;; 25
sexuality;; straight
race;; werewolf
affiliation;; ex-hunter, now works for the government (CIA)
Likes;;

• guns
  
• new moons
  
• Jenna
  
• sunrises
  
• drinking on days off
  
• his job
  
• music
  

Dislikes;;

• full moons
  
• his temper
  
• overly bright lights
  
• surprises
  
• things that don't make sense
  
• being made to work with a partner
  

Fears;;

• that Jenna hates him
  
• full moons
  
• himself
  

Goals;;

• to find a cure
  
• to somehow find a way to make things okay with Jenna
  

Anything else;;

• He's an exceptionally good singer
  
• Is an Intelligence Field Agent for the CIA
  
• 
  

You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This isn't a routine with you it don't mean that much to me

appearance;; Carson has a very clean-cut look to him. His dark brown hair is kept short, but curls if left to grow out. His square shaped face houses blue-green eyes that have just a fleck of brown at the centers. He is tall and stands at 6'2, giving him a naturally intimidating appearance. Added to this, he's quite muscular. The entirety of his 220lb. frame is solid muscle. Carson prefers dark clothing that is undistinguished. He can usually be found in suits for work, but he likes to dress down on his days off. This could be anything from simple jeans and a t-shirt to sweatpants.

Carson's wolf form is just as muscular as his human one. Standing at 5'6 at the shoulder, he is broad and stocky. His coloring is an unremarkable gray. His undercoat is white and gets progressively darker the higher you go. While he doesn't exactly have a saddle, the strip between his shoulders to his tail is black even though there is sparse amounts of lighter hair there, too. His "wolf eyes" are somewhat similar to his human ones, only they're a brighter, more vivid blue. The green and brown tones fade away completely.

personality;; Carson used to be a little bit of a party boy. He was popular in school, drove a fancy car, spent his dad's money, and had just about everything he could ask for. He liked to party, to lose himself in a moment no matter what that moment might be. He was the type of guy that other guys wanted to be and girls wanted to be with, and he took full advantage of that. His father had taught him to use what he had, and so he did. He still has a bit of that streak in his personality, though it's dampened under the circumstances and with age. He no longer parties and women are off his list of important things to do, but he will still lose himself in certain moments. It could be singing in the shower, or while practicing at the gun range. He focuses and everything else fades away.

Above all, Carson is a very driven individual. When he wants something, he will do everything in his power to get it. When he was younger, he'd throw around his father's name, then later, his money. Now he throws around a badge along with it so there's not much he can't get. Take all that away from him though, and he'd still get what he wanted. He would find a way. Like a dog with a bone, he would gnaw on a problem until he came up with a solution, even if he had to come at it from a different direction. Stubborn doesn't even begin to describe him.

Underneath the stubborn, cocky exterior, Carson is a big softie. Not that he's not still driven and stubborn, and yes, cocky... but there's more to him than that. He's a big romantic though he tries to hide it. If he thinks of someone as a friend, he'll go out of his way to make them happy. He has insecurities and doubts, mostly about himself. Ever since he was bitten two years ago, he's absolutely terrified of the things he might do. This has led to the lack of parties and drinking because he doesn't trust himself. This has also led to Carson pushing people away because he doesn't think they need a friend who's a monster. In short, he absolutely hates himself.

Usually, Carson only has a temper when someone he cares about is in danger. That's the quickest way to piss him off and make him want to lash out at whoever is responsible. After being bitten, however, his temper went off the charts. Some things would simply roll off of him, but other things would make him snap before he knew what was happening. Not trusting another werewolf to help him, that's when he decided to let the government have him. Their training has helped him to control his temper to an extent, but it's also turned him into a more lethal weapon by giving him tactical training and extensive training in fighting.

family;;

history;; Carson "Graham Cracker" Everett was born on a crisp autumn morning to Samuel and Linda Everett. The couple hadn't been married long, but Linda had been insisting on starting a family. Samuel was a singularly wealthy man who had worked his way up the social and economic ladder in the electrionics industry. They both loved their son immensely, and though Samuel worked a lot, he made every effort to be a good father to his heir. Linda was an average stay-at-home mom for the most part, but she did begin to engage in certain social events as her husband gained more authority and power. He insisted that she needed to be seen and that she needed to interact with others of her social standing. Carson was no exception to this rule. As soon as he was old enough, he was dragged around in designer clothes to be shown off like a piece of jewlery.

Carson didn't really mind the parties. It was a way of life for him. He got to see a lot of people, most of whom adored him. He was a very outgoing child, even in the beginning. Shyness simply wasn't in his nature. He would walk up to any adult, eloquent as ever, and strike up a conversation. It made him quite endearing. Soon, Linda wouldn't attend a party without her son. Carson was at a party at least twice a week and sometimes more often than that. And still, Samuel's power and standing grew. Carson likes to think he had a hand in it, but it was really Samuel's tenacity that did it. He knew what he wanted and he didn't let anything stand in his way. That was a trait Carson inherited in spades.

You can imagine that Carson grew up somewhat spoiled and that's very true. He had the best clothes, the most friends, and more things to entertain him than he knew what to do with. At the age of sixteen, he got a brand new car, the newest model with all the available options. The same went for everything else in his life. It was always the newest, the best. Despite that pampered upbringing, he was expected to do well in school and had his privelages taken away if he didn't. He learned that he had to work for what he got, at least in part.

As Carson moved through high school, his taste for parties didn't lessen. The tempo of the parties that attracted him simply changed a bit. He went from attending stuffy social affairs, to loud, drunken house parties. He did his fair share of experimenting with alcohol and women and it was enjoyable for him. At least it was until his grades started slipping. He started losing privelages, and because of that, losing friends. He learned that friendship shouldn't be based on the things you have, but the person you are. Samuel had a long talk with him, and told him that privelage didn't mean he should be a jerk to people.

After entering college, he met someone who could have possibly been his first true friend. Michael Black. He was older than Carson, and didn't mind showing the new guy the tricks and trades of college life. Michael turned out to be one of those genuinely good guys, the kind that Carson could rely on. As the two grew closer, Carson learned more about Michael and his family. It wasn't long before Michael spilled the beans about werewolves being real. Carson had heard the rumors, obviously, but didn't really believe in them. He'd assumed that it was similar to stories of haunted towns or something like that. Simply a quirk of the people who lived there. Boy had he been wrong. Intrigued, Carson wanted to know what he could. After doing some research on his own, he asked Michael to teach him how to hunt.

Carson caught on quick, and started going with Michael on hunting trips. One particular trip, Carson will never forget. A girl at the college had been killed, and while it could have been a normal wolf who had done it, Carson and Michael knew the truth. As they were getting ready to go out on a hunt, they got a visit from Michael's sister, Jenna. She was gorgeous and Carson was immediately attracted to her, but didn't make a move out of respect for Michael. It was obvious he didn't like the idea. So it was that Jenna accompanied them on the hunt with Carson trying his best to treat her like one of the guys.

While hunting, the three of them spread out, looking for signs that the wolf had been in the area recently. It wasn't long before Carson realized he couldn't see or hear his two companions. It wasn't the first time he and Michael had been separated on a hunt, so he wasn't worried until he heard the scream. A female scream. Jenna! Carson sprinted in the direction her voice had come from and when he saw the wolf on top of her, he didn't hesitate. He tackled the wolf broadside as hard as he could, using his body weight to knock the wolf off of her. The two of them tumbled to the ground while Carson fumbled for his boot knife. Then a shotgun blast rang in the air, and it was over. Jenna had shot the beast, but she was definitely not alright. Not having a single care for what Michael thought at that moment, Carson just held the terrified girl and tried to console her. Ten minutes later, Michael found them, Jenna still sobbing in Carson's lap. The two young men shared a look that had more meaning than most hour long conversations. Carson held someone he wanted, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Over the next few days, while Jenna was visiting, Carson learned they actually had quite a bit in common. Michael was still unhappy about the whole thing, and was subtly making his annoyance known. Carson and Jenna only grew closer over the next couple years, and slowly Michael and his family started to come to terms with their relationship. The trio continued to hunt together or in pairs and they became quite good at it, each able to anticipate the other's movements. It was one such hunt between Carson and Jenna when everything changed.

The wolf was circling them. Carson knew it was. That made it nearly impossible to track because they just kept running across old trails. He signaled Jenna to head off at an angle, hoping that one of them would catch the wolf during one of it's circles. Well, that's exactly what happened, but he'd underestimated this wolf. It came at him silently from behind, knocking him down and subsequently knocking the gun out of his hands as well. As Carson and the gun laid sprawled in the mud, he could feel the wolf's breath on the back of his neck. He reached for his knife, and that's when it attacked in truth, teeth biting firmly into his side. He tried to fight it off, but the thing was just too strong. It tossed him around like a rag doll, finally let go of him, and ran off into the night. Carson blacked out for awhile, and when he opened his eyes, Jenna was there, bandaging him. Carson knew, though, that the damage was done. He would be one of them. One of the creatures he hated.

The next few days were complete agony. The physical pain and sickness was bad enough, but the emotional turmoil was worse in its own way. Whether he was conscious or not, he knew. He could feel it. That disease was in his system and nothing could get it out. He was turning into a monster. As the pain started to fade, Carson became aware that he could hear far more than he should be able to. The faintest scent was overpowering and disorienting. The softest whisper was like a shout to his ears. He tried to block it all out, but he couldn't, and at the same time, he totally and completely hated himself. Still, in the back of his mind, he wanted to find some way to shut it off, to go back to the way things used to be.

In the meantime, Michael had graduated with a medical degree, and had given up hunting because of a bad leg injury. Carson had some hope, that if he could only get to Michael, somehow, his friend would make it all go away. Michael was just like that. He helped people. He could help Carson. The prognosis, however, wasn't good. Carson was still disoriented by the onslaught of sensory information, panicked, and losing hope fast. He didn't want to live this way, and begged Jenna to end it for him. She'd held a gun to his head, and Carson had made peace with his death. The world would be better off without him. Jenna didn't pull the trigger, though, and the look on her face will forever haunt him. That same day, within the hour, she was gone.

Carson spiraled into a depression after that, getting blackout drunk every night and sleeping every day. It only lasted until the first full moon. He'd been dreading it more than anything, and he could feel it coming. Being a ex-hunter, he knew he should lock himself up somehow. In his drunk and depressed state, not to mention being under the influence of the nearly full moon, he simply didn't care anymore. He got drunk as usual, and then nature took its course. Even intoxicated, shifting was the most painful thing he'd experienced... but he didn't care about that, either. His bloodlust had been growing by the day, and he couldn't hold back his anger any more. That night, Carson almost slaughtered an entire family of campers. The only reason he didn't was because he was too drunk to chase them down. It was another week before he shifted back, and he was quite obviously sober by that point. Realizing what he'd nearly done, he refused to drink another drop and vowed that he would learn to control himself, no matter how long it took.

Having quit college for obvious reasons, Carson didn't know where to turn. His life had been completely derailed, and going home simply wasn't an option. His parents probably thought he was dead, and they were better off not knowing. Michael and Jenna were the closest people to him, and while they might not kill him, they certainly no longer wanted his company. Taking the skills of a hunter, Carson did the only thing he could think of. He went to the government. They took a keen interest in his abilities, though he did his best to act as if he was still human. It was hard, one of the hardest things he's done, but he managed to pull it off. The United States Central Intelligence Agency took him on and trained him. It helped him with his control, though not completely. He started living smarter, locking himself up on full moons, keeping to himself when his temper started to get away from him, and avoiding anything that could set him off. And then, the unthinkable happened. Just two years after being bitten, Carson and a few other government officials were deployed to his home town... to investigate the rumors of werewolves. Great. Just great.

You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
How dare you think you'd get away with trying to play me

your alias

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contact/s[/b];; why yes, yes I do wear contacts. thanks for asking.
how you found us[/b];; You no come to the Tara. The Tara come to you.

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

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