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[b][color=a0410d]Name:[/color][/b] Eastwood Trainwreck Evans ("East")

[b][color=a0410d]Age:[/color][/b] 21

[b][color=a0410d]Gender:[/color][/b] Male

[b][color=a0410d]In-Depth Appearance:[/color][/b] While perhaps a little on the big side for a running back (and, at 6'2 and 170 pounds, the big side for any non-athlete), his size and muscular build ensure that not many people dare to start something with Eastwood. He tends to make even his characteristic blue jeans, white t-shirt, and brown leather jacket look tight-fitting, and his bowlegged swagger almost calls to mind a fighter pilot or a cowboy (which is a fair comparison) instead of the march of a football player. Even if his walk is slightly wide, however, he still carries himself with the grace and confidence of an upperclassman athlete - back straight, chin tilted up slightly, and megawatt grin shining.

His grin is what captures most of the attention on his face; with a golden tan, dark blue eyes and chestnut hair, Eastwood's smile is usually the only spot of pearl white that can be found on his strong features. His nose looks recast; it's been broken twice in his lifetime, once since he got to college. He's been considering growing a beard to hide a small scar on the right side of his chin, but loses his nerve more often than not. Currently he's grown a long pair of sideburns and shaved most of the rest, so you would only be aware of his facial hair efforts if you were close enough for him to put his chin on your head or against your skin - in which case you would feel the faint scratching sensation of a weekend beard, a softer, sandier brown than the hair on his head.

[b][color=a0410d]Personality:[/color][/b] Eastwood is an amiable, strapping young buck, not too far off from the stereotype minted by Bonanza, Gunsmoke, or any of the old John Wayne movies. With a smile on his face much of the time, you would be hard-pressed to find a time when he was genuinely in a sour mood or venting his anger at someone. Such occasions of bad temper are reserved for the football field, where no one holds back on anyone else or cares about their problems. Such an arena is where the competitive young cowboy feels most at home. 

Having grown up under an unpredictable and untrustworthy father who often traveled, Eastwood spent a childhood having to make new friends rapidly and losing track of them just as fast. With that in mind, his personality can often seem adaptable to some, as he charms and cajoles people into a friendly relationship with regularity. While sincere and open-hearted, he nonetheless has learned not to allow himself to be hurt by people, and is not above shutting himself off to someone he feels may be able to break past his good ol' boy defenses and inflict an emotional blow.

When not found on the football field or in a gym, Eastwood can often be found during the daylight hours running around campus, sunbathing, or at a good place to eat with friends. He is a bit of a night owl, and tends to hit the books best with a pair of headphones on and a good bottle of bourbon (drinking age is the best thing that has ever happened to the cowboy) beside him on the desk. These quiet moments of studying are the only times when he does not like to be disturbed.

[b][color=a0410d]Background:[/color][/b] Twenty-one years ago, on a night filled with awful clouds and bad omens, a young baby was born in the passenger's seat of a Chevrolet Chevelle without a muffler. His father was a wino and traveling acoustic musician; his mother was a nurse with dreams of California; crossing through the ghost town of Bradshaw, Texas (population 61) the most violent thunderstorm to strike Texas in a decade heralded the young man's birth before they could reach anywhere properly outfitted to deliver an infant. Coincidentally, four counties away from the stretch of road that was the infant's delivery room, a train went violently off track and lost half a million dollar's worth of cargo. Miraculously, there was only one casualty, but the wreck was so severe that it delayed the baby's arrival at a local hospital until dawn. By then, word of the accident had spread through the small towns in the area.

Drunk off dreams of fatherhood and Wal-Mart wine, the baby was named Eastwood Trainwreck Evans by the musician, who promptly found himself homeless and carless when the nurse recovered and took his Chevelle all the way to California. His infant's name had already proved prophetic. 

Growing up, East exhibited a cheerful, incandescent energy that made him friends but got him into bucket loads of trouble wherever he went. A string of disciplinary problems and playground injuries formed a little bread crumb trail through Eastwood's record throughout primary school until his sixth grade year. Seeing rightly that his precocious little tyke needed an outlet to work off some energy before he found himself too far off the straight and narrow path, Eastwood found himself enrolled in a local Pop Warner program and began committing himself to keeping in shape and staying out of trouble. The pressure for his starting job inspired a little bit of discipline in the once-rowdy little cowboy - not much, but enough for him to get off the path of delinquency before it started.

Eastwood started football at his high school and proved himself to be a great football player, albeit perhaps not one that was likely to go pro or anything. He decided to major in sports medicine while he went to college and joined the football team on the strength of a scholarship that paid for most, but not all of his tuition. Now in his junior year of college and his second year of starting, Eastwood's grades began slipping slightly as he devoted most of his time to football and he started going into higher and higher tier classes academically. 

In fear of losing part, or all, of his scholarship, Eastwood - seeking a career based in a science and some cash for next semester - soon came across an offer that had just what he was looking for. Deciding that the experiment he was briefed on was worth the risk (both to his person and on a potential drug test in the future) has brought him to where he is today.

[b][color=a0410d]Chosen Pill Color:[/color][/b] Amber - like the color of Jim Beam bourbon, before it leaves the bottle.

[b][color=a0410d]Other:[/color][/b] 
Photokinesis

* Eastwood's least favorite subject is English. His slow drawl and unique verbal tics tend to bring nightmares to many a professor.
* Eastwood's favorite subject is biology or anatomy. He doesn't scare easily at the sight of blood, and will often be the one to distract any lab partners that do with a joke or a comforting arm.
* To keep fit, Eastwood has largely cut most pork out of his diet, and all bacon save that made out of turkey. He will also shy away from chocolate, ice cream, and will only eat footlong subs if they're packed with more meat and vegetables than a loaf of bread can handle. His only weakness is hot dogs or corn dogs.
* Eastwood cannot resist the allure of a good steakhouse. 
* Eastwood's favorite artists are, in order, Van Morrison, Johnny Cash, the Who, the Rolling Stones, and Adele.
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