Name: Evan Brownrigg
Age: 32
Species: Its a surprise ^.~
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 240 lbs
Appearance: Evan is a stocky fellow. And by stocky I mean chubby. He doesn't show it so much in his face. In fact, he might have been a good looking guy if he watched what he ate and didn't weigh so much. Instead he looks more like a bit of pot bellied man child since he's still young in the face. He has short black hair and brown eyes. At some point he looks like he may have been pretty well tanned. But after spending so much time indoors that tan faded just enough to make him look a little sickly from lack of sun.
Special Needs:(None yet)
Strengths: Sneaky: He might be a little thick in the waist, but when he knows he can get something out of it, he's pretty slick about pulling the wool over someone's eyes in order to get what he wants. Knowledgeable: As much of an ass as he is, its a good idea to stick close to him because he knows a lot more than almost any other subject on the island. If knowledge is one of the key factors to staying alive and ahead of the game on the island, then he almost has it made compared to the others. Inventive: Necessity is the mother of invention. He will find ways to keep his loot safe, and will do almost anything to keep hold of his creature comforts.
Weaknesses:Greedy: Why just go for what you need when you can just screw everyone over and take it all? This has gotten him into more troublesome predicaments than he can count and it will continue to be so. Fat: Yes, when being quick on your feet and endurance are what's required to survive outside the Facility of the island, then fat is your enemy. Somehow he finds enough food to keep himself wide in the waist but it also means he can't hack it outside of a controlled environment. Selfish: In a place where it is important to work with others to survive. This is a big handicap. Social: Surprised? When you are a selfish jerk who looked out for number one, then you better enjoy being alone a lot of the time.
Career: Ex-cop/Guard
Weapons: A pocket knife hidden in his underwear's waist band. He finds it to be more a useful tool than a weapon. Like collecting rope that can't be otherwise untangled by hand.
Personality: Evan wasn't anywhere near as much of an ass hole then as he is now. He always seems bored with situations that doesn't involve him getting joy out of watching others struggle. Be it struggling to get past a physical obstacle or solve a problem that they can't get their mind around. He's like a kid that knows all the answers and will tease you for not knowing, but never gives you the answer. If by chance he does help, its because he wants something out of it. The more the better. If you humour him or find a way to entertain this selfish dope, then you might get a good hint from him that will help you. But for the most part. If he is around. Expect to find him as the source of the pain in your ass, or neck.
History: Evan actually had a waistline before the island. And a decent personality, girlfriend, job, and work ethic. The only hints to his more self-destructive personality was his snarky humour and temptation to sleep in instead of getting up in the morning. He worked as a beat cop. Fresh out of the academy and with decent grades to boot. His downward spiral started with just a back streak of luck. During a visit after a call reporting possible domestic violence, his partner was stabbed and bled to death when they stumbled into a drug house. He was at the same time incapacitated by getting stabbed with a loaded syringe by a raving addict during a struggle. He went missing for two days after that. His girlfriend found him frothing at the mouth, severely dehydrated and half naked under her car.

He was given paid leave of absence but he was showing no signs of improvement and refused to receive any psychiatric help. Regulations state that it is required that he receive a psych evaluation before returning to duty. His girlfriend couldn't handle such an extreme change in his personality. He was a completely different person compared to who she fell in love with. She didn't want to leave him but she had to get out for a while for a chance to regain her peace of mind. That however did nothing but make it worse for Evan. She was actually helping to at least keep him stable, if nearly catatonic about everything around him. In his head, he thought that if he worked for a bit that everything would straighten out. But he couldn't work until he was, straightened out.

Desperate to put on a badge again, he was willing to take on a job as a guard, or security of some kind. Much to his surprise he found his dream job online. A paid position looking for security with a police background, on an island that looked like paradise no less. Vacation away from home while getting paid to do a job he never wanted to quit. It was too good to be true. No surprise that he wasn't thinking straight when he applied. Or why his employers didn't ask him why he had been put on paid leave before applying for the job.

The job really was what he had hoped for. Keep the order, watch out for trespassers, sit back and enjoy the sunset from the monitors. It was freeing and calming to him. He never really got therapy, which contributed to his decline. It prevented him from recognizing what exactly was wrong with the operations they were running there. Not that it didn't register in a subconscious sense. He started eating more, and doing less. In fact, he was the one responsible for the failures of the first three "surviving" subjects. In two months he had gained more than 20 lbs and wasn't keeping as close of an eye on the subjects as he should have. By the time they found the subjects again the "damage" was already done. It was the final straw to the long list of increasing mess ups he had been adding to.

Finally, they approached him with another offer. To go undercover, in a sense, since he no longer looked like a legitimate cop or guard. "Keep an eye on the others. And report back anything that could cause trouble."