Evander

cute portrait Evander

Basic info

  • A loving father who didn't know how to love properly
  • Full name: Evander Walker
  • Goes by: Evan
  • Age: 105
  • Birth year: 1422 AV
  • Height: 6'5"
  • Species: werewolf
  • Ethnicity: Western

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Cis Male He/Him Queer Cook Divorced
SPOILERS book 3 Paired

Personality

Intelligence
Courage
Creativity
Physical Strength
Reliability
Optimism
Emotional Intelligence
Empathy
Charisma
Social Awareness
Patience
Stubbornness

Bio

Evander's kids were his everything. He was a stay-at-home dad who spent every moment of his life caring for his daughter and two sons ever since the oldest was born. And he loved it. Even when he found out his wife was unfaithful on all those days away 'working', he never mentioned it and pretended he didn't know, because he didn't want to mess up the setup they'd agreed to, and didn't want to risk losing the kids. But even after all that, his oldest son started distancing himself from him and he had no idea why, which made him terrified any move would only worsen their relationship. Then his duaghter left suddenly. And then his oldest son did too, shortly followed by his wife, finally. For a few years, he was alone with his youngest. Until one morning, when Evan woke up after having a bit to drink to an empty house. He couldn't take it anymore.

Relationships

SPOILERS book 2
SPOILERS book 3

Short Excerpt

Enjoy Evan's nose-blind struggels, from book 3, chapter 6:

Barry stood by the table close to Fallon, still keeping some distance. “Did you want anything?” he broke the first silence between them for the day.
If Evander had been surprised to be addressed by Barry, he was hiding it well. “I thought maybe I could prepare some breakfast, but you don’t really have the ingredients for anything.”
His first morning here and he went right back into stay-at-home dad mode. Or tried to. Then Barry realised he’d never really stopped. From Evander’s perspective, these past two days had been the only mornings he’d been without at least one of his kids there, grown or not.
Daniel shrugged and stepped away from the counter. “Oatmeal it is, then.”
Evander let out a dramatic sigh.
“Not a fan of oatmeal?” Fallon joined the conversation.
“It’s like eating bits of cardboard in milk, it doesn’t taste like anything,” Evander complained.
Fallon raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t?”
“Not to me.”
“Why not?”
“Most flavours are scent based. Unless something is obviously sweet, salty, spicy or whatever a tongue can actually feel, it tastes bland to me.”

Development history

  • First drawing: March 2019