EVANS, Oliver

[OLIVER EVANS]

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THE BASICS ,
nicknames: ol, ollie, jett (by his teammates)
age: seventeen
birthday: january 1st
gender: male
height: five foot nine
hair: dark brown
eyes: blue
right/left handed: left

FIVE THINGS IN MY ROOM ,
Macbook
Acoustic Guitar
Xbox with Xbox live
Dirty black converse
Soccer and LAX gear


THEN ,
intelligent, witty, cocky, fun-loving, prankster, mildly arrogant, actually pretty innocent, heart of gold, somewhat naive


I used to divide my life into two periods. Before I found out I was the reincarnation of a Greek Titan (um, what?) and after. But now I think it was just the beginning of things. Of real life. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew Atlas’s story—after leading the Titans in a rebellion against Zeus, he was defeated and as his punishment forced to hold up the sky for all eternity. I didn’t think much of it—it didn’t seem to really effect me. It was like someone had told me an interesting story and that was the end of it. My life didn’t alter. For three hundred and sixty five day I was blissfully unaware of my fate. I think, as cheesy as it sounds, it was always written. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. Poppy. Mom. Dad. Everything. It’s all falling apart. And this time I don’t think I can hold it up. Now my life is divided differently. Before and after the accident. Everything is going to change now. Or maybe it already did, I don’t know. But I’m scared. And there’s nobody here. I’m truly all alone.


AND NOW ,
disenchanted, spiraling out of control, carrying the weight of the world, growing up, building walls, burning bridges, locking people out, doesn’t want to feel, lost

TEN THINGS ABOUT ME ,
• I am on the soccer team at school and play club lacrosse. It’s a good way to blow off steam and keeps me in shape.
• I can play the guitar. I’m not fantastic or anything, nor do I want to pursue it professionally, but I like it.
• I drive an old mustang. It sounds cool, I know, but truth is it’s really a piece of shit that likes to break down when I’m trying to get to school.
• I love a good challenge, and I love winning, so needless to say, I’m a pretty ruthless competitor. I don’t take losing lightly.
• When I was sixteen it was revealed to me that I’m the reincarnation of the titan Atlas. Needless to say, I was a little thrown off and I’m still not sure what that means. It didn’t really seem to affect my life in any way.
• My mom died last year in a car wreck with my sister. My sister survived.
• I don’t really take anything too seriously. At least I try not to. Or tried, anyways. I used to have a ‘class clown’ reputation at my high school, but recently nothing seems to b funny. Or maybe I don’t have the energy to be funny anymore. I don’t have the energy to feel anything any more.
• My dad’s become an alcoholic. No use in covering it up. I mostly raise myself since god knows where my sister Poppy is. I do a lot of the grocery shopping and stuff if dad decides to actually bring home money to eat. I spend a lot of time at friends houses so I don’t starve.
• My grades were actually really good. Until then. Now I spend most of my time in teacher-student meetings with people who have no idea what is going on.
• I pretend I’m okay. I’m the best at it. I’m an excellent liar. And all of this has only made me that much better. But that’s a bit of a paradox isn’t it? Because I could be lying to you all along. I guess you’ll just never know the full truth. And for that you’ll have to settle.

TEN THINGS I LOVE ,
soccer, lacrosse, xbox, girls, a challenge, thunderstorms, my guitar, chinese food, witty banter, my mom

TEN THINGS I DISLIKE ,
my family situation, pretending everything is okay, lying, myself, alcohol, television, schedules, rules, authority, school

THINGS UNSPOKEN ,
Why aren’t you here? Everything is spiraling out of control and you’re gone. Poppy—I haven’t seen her in weeks. Dad is even worse. He just drinks and drinks. I hate him so much. He’s just a shell of what he was. A ghost. Empty. He might as well have died with you, mom. There really isn’t anything left. Sometimes I don’t even eat—not that I don’t want to, the fridge is empty. The bills aren’t paid. I’m doing it all. Everybody ran, and I’m here, alone. Was it my fault? Does it have to do with that stupid mythology crap? Because that doesn’t even feel real. I don’t want to be ‘special’ if it meant losing you. Losing everything. I’m so alone. Really, truly alone. My friends don’t know what to say, and suddenly they seem so shallow and stupid. I know you’d want me to be happy, but I can’t hold this family together. I can’t hold anything together. It’s all falling apart and I don’t know what to do. I can’t do it. And I’m scared. Because I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.

LEXI (LEX). NINETEEN. MOUNTAIN. LOGAN LERMAN. NONE YET. ATLAS.