Description
At 5'11" Everett isn't all that tall, but he does flaunt some muscle and very little fat; he weighs in at about 185. His eyes are a green and gray combination that blend nicely, the green being more noticeable near the pupil and the gray towards the whites of the eye. His features are soft and rounded, giving him a young look. His nose does nothing to accentuate his features, but it does not hinder the flow of his face in the least. His lips are well maintained, thanks to his trusty tube of Minty, tingle-inducing chap-stick. His chin plays host to a scraggly-looking, hardly maintained beard that never seems to grow, nor shrink. He sports a medium-sized neck that preludes his small shoulders, which give way to a well-toned chest. His abs, while not a full six-pack, are at least a four. He enjoys being healthy and it shows within his muscle tone.
Personality
Fiery, he can lose his temper, but he doesn't like to yell. When he gets mad, he broods, speaks calmly, and replies curtly. He has a passion for a specific set of minds: delusional war veterans, anyone with an IQ over 170 and an eidetic memory, and serial killers. His job requires him to become one with the criminals, to understand them, to know them better than they know themselves. The job puts stress on him, and it shows. He often drifts off into his version of Hell, pictures of victims, delusions of killers, screams of the insane; they haunt him like a putrid ghost, disturbing his mental state and health. He tries not to show it, but dreams plague his nights, keeping him awake till the wee hours of the morning. He drinks more coffee than he should, thinks far too often, and goes much too far.
Equipment
Standard FBI handgun, chap stick, one black, standard issue FBI pen, the latest case files (stowed nicely in his satchel), and a photo of his sister, Meredith.
He wears suits, khaki pants, and sweater vests; he also wears Polo shirts on the more relaxed days. (The brand, not the sport.)
History
It all started in a tiny town in Mississippi. A young, pretty Baptist girl named Anna Lee Baker fell in love with young Jack Camille. In a whirlwind of emotions, and heated disapproval from her parents, Anna Lee married Jack Camille and they packed their bags, heading for Virginia, where it snowed more than once every five years. By the time they had become acquainted with the city, Anna Lee had become pregnant. It was a boy - Everett Camille. He was born on December 9, 1976. His sister, Meredith, was born two years later on September 17th.
His childhood held no real life-changing incidents for him, his uncle died, his grandmother recovered from cancer. He became fascinated with the mind after he read The Silence of the Lambs (by Thomas Harris). The minds of the mad soon became fascinating to him and he devoured every word of fiction and nonfiction works regarding killers, diving into their minds and learning how they thought.
He graduated from High School and attended college, majoring in Psychology. He now owns a doctorate in it and has been out of college for about two years, working directly with the FBI and police departments. He's currently working to publish a book on the concept of "Nature vs. Nurture/Good Seed vs. Bad Seed" entitled, "The Runaway Mind: Killers and Their Pasts", where he'll be talking on the points of "The Triad", abusive homes, predispositions to violence, and parenting habits (or rather, lack their of.).
His love life consisted of only five women throughout his whole life: Jane Adams, deemed "Clingy", Laura Evans, deemed "Psycho" (not in a good way.), Rachel Graham, deemed "the only nice one", Temperance Shola, AKA "the one I married in kindergarten", and Michelle Lennon, "She's so out of my league." He never held on to them for more than two years, and they all gave him some sort of trouble. They couldn't really take the whole "No lying" thing, but, since he could tell when they lied, they had no choice. A few of them got creeped out by his ability to know what they were feeling, even subconsciously.
