MESSY.

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"I know I'm a mess- I want to be saved but I can't trust anyone to save me."

[name]
"Go fuck yourself."
(Everett Holt)

[age]
"...."
(17)

[species]
"Are you serious?"
(Human)

[sexuality]
"You don't catch a hint, do you?"
(Closet Gay)

[position]
"No really- fuck you, man."
(Seke)

[hobbies]
"Not talking to you."
(Cooking, jogging, reading, avoiding people(for now) )

[dreams]
"Who the hell are you, Mary Poppins?"
(Becoming chef and pending up his own restaurant)

[likes]
"Not you."
(Secretly likes parties, friends, get togethers, watching sports, cooking, talking and joking, travel and exploring, movies, reading)

[dislikes]
"You."
(Bullies, mint, rumors, his grief, you-for now, being alone, his own aggression, lemon desserts)

[height]
(5'8")

[appearance]

[personality]
(It's pretty easy to see that Everrett isn't typically the person to turn to if you want a nice friend. He's blunt, rude, swears as much as a sailor and doesn't take crap from anyone. Generally, he has a very stoic and serious nature that usually shows through his hardened expressions to scare off anyone who thinks they can handle him. He doesn't trust others and tries to be untrustworthy himself by keeping away from them and acting like he doesn't care twice. He keeps himself encased in an untouchable shell making him seem pretty mysterious and nothing but an outcast. No one knows him, but rumor has it he used to actually be a decent kid. Somewhere buried with all that aggression and pent up emotion is a broken kid in need of fixing. If he could ever relax enough to have a friend he'd actually be rather pleasant, good with jokes and has a way with coming up with fun activities to keep things moving. This Everett enjoys seeing the beauty in people and things around him and wants to explore the world and all its magnificence.)

[weaknesses/fears]
"How about this dumbass conversation?"
(His parents, grief, being alone forever, going to jail, not being able to open up to people anymore)

[strengths]
"I pack a good punch, his about I demonstrate on you, yeah?"
(Good cook, making jokes, independence, hiding his emotions)

[backstory]
(Everette's always been an only child, since his parents had trouble conserving him in the first place. It was nice though, growing up close with them in their small, happy family that seemed to want for nothing. They got along greatly and where known around town as a quant, joyous family that could never turn their hand on anyone. There was a time that Everette was even described as pleasant by people. Though, admittedly kind of weird and fluttery he did well. Sure he was messed with here and there in school, and had even gotten in trouble once or twice with a few kids for messing with them back. But he was hardly a bad kid. All that changed in the blink of an eye however. The story was in the news for the next month about how Mr. and Mrs. Holt had been tragically killed in their home from carbon dioxide overdose. An investigation took place, examining its sketchy circumstances of the release of gas, but nothing conclusive turned up. Everette was fifteen when this happened, sent to live with an older couple who was willing to take the now traumatized and grieving teen in. He changed drastically in that time, going from a sweet young man to the aggressive and lonely punk he is now. No one knew what a happened at that house, and rumors began to circulate. The blame started shifting for some towards the troubled teen, pushing up how often he was bullied and harassed and kids even think he could be the one who killed his parents. After all he doesn't talk with much remorse about it anymore. Or anything)

[turn ons]
"What the hell did you think I was gonna say to that?"
(Being treated well, passion, angry sex, scratching, hair tugging, sloppy make outs, privacy, dirty talk)

[turn offs]
"Alright, seriously fuck off."
(Rape, bodily waste, being used, bdsm, pinning, master or daddy kinks, threesoms)

[relationship]
(Single af)

[requirements]
-At least mildly popular
-Seke
-kinda cocky? But be at least a decent guy
-17-18

[scenario]
Everette hadn't always creeped you out. At one point you actually knew the guy, though you weren't best friends or anything you thought he was pretty cool and he seemed to like you. In fact, you were one of the last people to see him normal before he went home to find his dead family. You'd been study buddies in the park, and the day had ended so pleasantly you went to sleep happy that you'd made a friend. You lost that friend pretty quickly though as Everette started avoiding you and turning more and more gloomy. You knew he was grieving, so you backed off a bit to let him get through it. But he never seemed to actually get through it. Time started to go by and your brief friendship turned more into a rivalry than anything else. With your good looks and charms you stared gaining popularity around school, while he kept driving himself further and further down the food chain.
It was his fault though; always frowning and sulking, shooting glares at most everyone around him and snapping back harshly when your snotty friends poked fun at him. You always wondered if he could go back to normal ever, and with what he became you almost started believing those murder rumors yourself.
It all started again when you had accidentally slipped up. In a moment of snarky and self centered confidence around your friends you said you probably had enough game to take anyone to prom. Anyone. It was just stupid cafeteria talk and your 'pal' Terrence had had practically forced it on you when he challenged your manhood and ability to pick of girls. Unfortunately you had fallen right into his plan. "Anyone?" He repeated, smirk growing as he raised a hand to point across the room, "Then I dare you to take him to prom, hot stuff."
With a glare of your own you turn to see who Terrence was pointing to. It was Everette. Your old friend and new enemy, a guy you barely talked with and really just saw when he was shoved against lockers or trying to punch other guys. You swallow, knowing that if you back out of this you'll never live it down. So, you agree, making your friends all grin and snicker at your impossible challenge. "Two hundred bucks." Terrence went on, "if you do it I'll pay up. If you can't you pay up."
This hadn't been what you'd signed up for, and you immediately started to protest but your friends wouldn't hear of it. "Better get started lover boy," another girl, Clara, got up and have you a shove, all of them prodding you up towards the direction of Everette's empty table and shooing you away.
So there you were, stuck with an impossible bet to win over the kid sitting alone at lunch, not even eating as he glared holes into his table. But you're trapped now.
You...?