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 born in seattle sometime after 3 am on october 31st, to martha and erik harkness. that kinda started out the whole life of bad luck and death i guess
 it sucks when you're an accident, but when your parents don't deny or really pay attention to you is when things start to suck. evan's childhood was a mixture of babysitters, unfamiliar faces, and waking up in the middle of the night realizing he'd have to soothe himself to sleep. evan slowly became less dependent on others as time went on, his rejected cries for attention slowly turned inside out; evan was the one telling people to go away now.
 oddly enough - the one real connection to his (father) was music. his dad was on broadway, and evan had been blessed with his father's musical abilities. anything connected to his father was through singing, or dancing, or playing music. and, like some weird magic trick, evan can essentially pick up a instrument, and know how to play it properly in a matter of days. it's concerning at times, and he often forgets how many instruments he can actually play.
 he’s always been lonely. he can’t quite explain the feeling in his chest, but it’s there. i don't think he even understands the concept really, it's just something that hasn't left him.
 in case you can't tell, he's depressed as hell. he's been in and out of therapy/on and off medication for most of his life after ten. nobody realized what was happening to him until he was deeply rooted in some dark, dark thoughts and dark, dark habits.
 one of the most powerful bi/graysexuals to grace this era
 his main man (nigel, his therapist) is the one reason why he's still around, probably. is it sad that he feels more like a therapist is a better father than his real father? probably.
 evan was diagnosed with a myriad of things (and of course, misdiagnosed with things because modern medicine sucks), namely clinical depression, some kind of anxiety disorder, insomnia, and sometime around nineteen, borderline personality disorder.
 a deeply introverted person (regardless of the things piling on him that remind him that he doesn't fit in the world like he'd like), evan comes off as awkward, or uncomfortable. he takes a while to warm up or relax, he finds it immensely frustrating to not really get social interactions.
 music is his real escape, of course. he's been gifted from the start and given the full package: brains and talent. but he picks up on things so much better with music, he often correlates notes with important things he needed to do in some kind of weird mnemonic device.
 personality wise, evan is quiet. he's thoughtful, drawn back. he almost seems to be shutting himself away from others, but other times he's incredibly social, depends on his mood and who he's with. he's impulsive, doing things that even he doesn't particularly want to do (but somehow manages to do them anyways).
 he doesn't really trust bright, happy people. not unless he's known them for a while. evan's spent his fair share in pysch wards and residentials (for a number of reasons involving breakdowns or impulsive decisions), and the bright nurses are always the ones who make your life hell.
 he has lexical-gustatory synesthesia, where written/spoken words have tastes or smells. it's really weird, and he never really brings it up to other people unless he needs to.
 anxiety attacks and him are. odd. most of the time, the only big symptom he gets are the shakes. he has a tattoo on his wrist he's got as a coping mechanism, tracing his fingers around the tattoos on his arms are calming to him.
 hates it when people touch his arms, as he feels it's very intrusive to him. his arms are his biggest personal bubble in a very very big personal bubble.
 has imaginary "friends" that are rarely friends. overactive imagination = evil things lurking in the dark. probably why he doesn't sleep a lot, also probably why he sleeps better when someone's in the room with him. he never had that luxury as a little kid.
 i'm honestly not saying a lot because i'm getting a personal thread for him, but he's kinda my pride and joy, my baby boy
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evan erik harkness  you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve, and i have always buried them deep beneath the ground! born in seattle sometime after 3 am on october 31st, to martha and erik harkness. that kinda started out the whole life of bad luck and death i guess
 it sucks when you're an accident, but when your parents don't deny or really pay attention to you is when things start to suck. evan's childhood was a mixture of babysitters, unfamiliar faces, and waking up in the middle of the night realizing he'd have to soothe himself to sleep. evan slowly became less dependent on others as time went on, his rejected cries for attention slowly turned inside out; evan was the one telling people to go away now.
 oddly enough - the one real connection to his (father) was music. his dad was on broadway, and evan had been blessed with his father's musical abilities. anything connected to his father was through singing, or dancing, or playing music. and, like some weird magic trick, evan can essentially pick up a instrument, and know how to play it properly in a matter of days. it's concerning at times, and he often forgets how many instruments he can actually play.
 he’s always been lonely. he can’t quite explain the feeling in his chest, but it’s there. i don't think he even understands the concept really, it's just something that hasn't left him.
 in case you can't tell, he's depressed as hell. he's been in and out of therapy/on and off medication for most of his life after ten. nobody realized what was happening to him until he was deeply rooted in some dark, dark thoughts and dark, dark habits.
 one of the most powerful bi/graysexuals to grace this era
 his main man (nigel, his therapist) is the one reason why he's still around, probably. is it sad that he feels more like a therapist is a better father than his real father? probably.
 evan was diagnosed with a myriad of things (and of course, misdiagnosed with things because modern medicine sucks), namely clinical depression, some kind of anxiety disorder, insomnia, and sometime around nineteen, borderline personality disorder.
 a deeply introverted person (regardless of the things piling on him that remind him that he doesn't fit in the world like he'd like), evan comes off as awkward, or uncomfortable. he takes a while to warm up or relax, he finds it immensely frustrating to not really get social interactions.
 music is his real escape, of course. he's been gifted from the start and given the full package: brains and talent. but he picks up on things so much better with music, he often correlates notes with important things he needed to do in some kind of weird mnemonic device.
 personality wise, evan is quiet. he's thoughtful, drawn back. he almost seems to be shutting himself away from others, but other times he's incredibly social, depends on his mood and who he's with. he's impulsive, doing things that even he doesn't particularly want to do (but somehow manages to do them anyways).
 he doesn't really trust bright, happy people. not unless he's known them for a while. evan's spent his fair share in pysch wards and residentials (for a number of reasons involving breakdowns or impulsive decisions), and the bright nurses are always the ones who make your life hell.
 he has lexical-gustatory synesthesia, where written/spoken words have tastes or smells. it's really weird, and he never really brings it up to other people unless he needs to.
 anxiety attacks and him are. odd. most of the time, the only big symptom he gets are the shakes. he has a tattoo on his wrist he's got as a coping mechanism, tracing his fingers around the tattoos on his arms are calming to him.
 hates it when people touch his arms, as he feels it's very intrusive to him. his arms are his biggest personal bubble in a very very big personal bubble.
 has imaginary "friends" that are rarely friends. overactive imagination = evil things lurking in the dark. probably why he doesn't sleep a lot, also probably why he sleeps better when someone's in the room with him. he never had that luxury as a little kid.
 i'm honestly not saying a lot because i'm getting a personal thread for him, but he's kinda my pride and joy, my baby boy
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