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Evan Levi Smoak
FACE CLAIM: Luke Mitchell

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
POSITION: Bartender, Ex-Mercenary

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: Physical Prime
Evan's bodily functions are enhanced to the pinnacle of human conditioning; therefore, his strength, speed, stamina, senses, agility, reflexes, accuracy, longevity, durability, healing time, and flexibility are greatly heightened to the human body's fullest capacity.

Peak-humans, people like Evan, are superior over the most conditioned of Olympic-Level athletes and normal people. Some examples of his enchantments are the abilities to: punch an individual through a wooden/thin metal door, break thin steel bars with his bare hands, fast enough to catch-up or outrun moving vehicles, he can exert himself to peak capacity; therefore, eliminating build-up fatigue chemicals, producing top-endurance and lung capacity; agile enough to climb the tallest of buildings, leap to high feats into the air and distant yards; reflexive enough to quickly dodge incoming attacks and react better to fast motions, accurate enough to achieve smaller and further distant targets, capable of living longer than the average-person, peak durability, he can heal himself in shorter-periods of time, flexible enough to co-ordinate his limbs optimally and his combat skills easily outdo most professionals.

LIMITATIONS:
His ability is merely physical. His mental abilities are average. His advanced combat and tactile skills have been achieved through experience not an advanced learning capacity.
Only two aspects of his ability can kick in at once in a normal state (has been improved over the years). However, in an adrenaline rush (depending on intensity) all of them can be accessed, need be.
His abilities are merely human attribute taken to the fullest extent of a human's capacity. Nothing about his powers are "superhuman". For example, he wouldn't beat a super strength mutation in a contest of sheer strength, or a super agility mutant in a contest of pure agility.
He cannot decide which part of his abilities to use. Evan's subconscious chooses what he focuses on and what is needed to fit best in a certain situation.
He is still able to be cut and bruised, though he heals and is more durable around a fifth above the average human.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
Increase calorie intake and need for sleep to compensate for his heightened level of operation.
Muscle tensing if not exercised.
Overstimulation and fatigue in intense situations when he abilities peaks.
Because his mind is not as quick as his heightened reaction time, it can seem like a twitch because of his subconscious kicking in to react for him.

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

Paul and Heather Smoak were killed in the dead of night leaving their 6-year-old son parentless. Tragically, their house had collapsed in the dead of night amist an extreme earthquake. Evan, luckily, wasn’t home. He had spent the night at aunt Jenna’s house while his parents had enjoyed a wonderful night out together. Little did they know their own ceiling would crush them to death in their sleep.

Evan was more confused than anything. At his age, he wasn’t able to grasp the weight of what had actually happened much less feel the full effects of the incident. His aunt, Jenna, was there to comfort and ease most of his trauma.

She was the only close family he had. From there, she ended up adopting him and taking on life as a single mom. She dropped out of college and took on two jobs to support the both of them. Raising him was a wild ride. The both of them had to mature fast. There wasn’t any room for either of them to be childish. Jenna was barely a grown up herself for most of his upbringing. This slowly allowed Evan to-away from Jenna- turn into somewhat of a wild child. He was never criminal, just mischievous. Always wisecracking and always spontaneous. He never gave Jenna a hard time. He was always respectful but the two basically raised each other. They had a mutual understand of what they meant to each other. The good times and bad, they made it through. Their bond was inseparable.

At least, they thought it was inseparable, until one day when everything changed.

Evan never could stand bullies. One day, when Evan was in middle school, he peered into the distance only to see a group of boys slowly gaining closer and closer as he sat across the field. Each one with anger plastered across their face. No one broke there lock on him. The boys mumbled amongst themselves snarling comments and crude remarks about the things they would do to him. Typical scene, really.

The leader of the group approach Ev with nothing more than a smack upside the head. “We know it was you fucker! We know you did this you little bitch!” The big one yelled inches away from Evan’s face while the rest of the boys reassured him with more name-calling. They all slowly raised up their soaking wet backpacks in pure rage.

Evan took the abuse calmly and tilted his head to get a better view of all the soaking wet property they were oh-so upset about.

Earlier, Evan had left class early for an “emergency pee break”. In reality, he had snatched their bags from the P.E. locker room and thrown them into a giant puddle outside where it had rained the previous night. Weeks earlier, Evan witness the same boys beating a smaller kid form the class senseless. The reason? Reminding the teacher of the homework that she had forgot to assign. Sure Evan wasn’t fond of the kid’s doing but no one should be punished like that.

Anyways, Evan was fed up with the previous beating taken, yet still waited for the right time to make a run for it. That’s right. Evan was very scrawny. There was no way he could take these guys down. Also, he was a coward.

As they continued to taunt him Evan stayed until the biggest of the boys bent down and grabbed him by the shirt unexpectedly. “You are gonna wish you were never born you little prick!” The boy yelled into his face with a finger jammed behind him. Evan braced as the kid raised his fist for a punch. He had never let anything get this far. A spike of adrenaline rushed through his body and something set into place. Little did he know that at that moment, when everything clicked, he had manifested. Evan Smoak became a mutant in that split second.

Before he could even think, his body reacted. Evan threw an elbow straight to the boys face and pinned him with one knee on his chest. The punches started to fly as the boys face began to bloody. Not knowing what they were dealing with, the others jumped on his back and began to punch wildly.
Evan managed to throw a series of punches hitting every necessary in order to break away. He definitely couldn’t have taken them all. Mentally at least.

He grabbed his bag and sprinted home. He couldn’t tell Jenna. No. She always had too much on her plate to begin with.

Later that week, Evan could do everything better. He was soon recruited to Bellefonte and everything was made clear. Sure Jenna was devastated to see him go, but Evan Smoak was a mutant. He woke up every morning feeling amazing, like he could do anything. He was the epitome of health. He performed amazingly in every aspect of athleticism he could think of. At fifteen, his was in the his prime. It was some sort of miracle.

He was doing better there even though he missed Jenna and home. Bellefonte made him feel like he belonged somewhere.

Evan’s life took another huge turn when he met Mr. Conner. It was career day. Evan was fifteen or so. Still adjusting. He wandered through the booths when an all black booth aught his eye. He glanced over towards a tall man in a black suit. It was towards the end of the year when people where graduating and Evan just happened to be in a tank top and shorts. Apparently he had caught the man's eye like he did most on hot summer days. It wasn't like he was a bodybuilder but his mutation allowed him to be in absolute best shape for his personal body type and age. His lean yet built features showed every muscle. Conner knew that he wasn’t getting the proper exercise for his potential. In order to grow, he would have to be on a strict and rigorous workout schedule if he ever wanted to progress.

The man had asked him if he was interested in becoming a contractor and Evan gave a simple shrug. His ability was questioned. "Physical Prime." Evan told him. Sure, it wasn't the most flashy ability on the outside. He couldn't shoot fireballs or read minds but it sure was useful. The man asked him to do a few simple tasks and his interest was grabbed. Evan can only barely remember a man throwing a few tennis balls at him or something but whatever he did, worked.
Before Evan knew it, Mr. Conner had given him all his contact information and told him that he would be waiting for him to graduate. Evan had something to look forward to. Something to work for. After the fair was over, Evan started receiving checks from the successful businessman. Evan had told him that he was an orphan and was living off the academy but it wasn't for pity. He didn't even know to think that something like that was possible.

Drew changed his life. Paid for his first car and all of his expenses until he turned eighteen. The two exchanged many short phone calls as Mr. Conner's made sure he was training hard and doing well in school. The man from the fair gave him purpose. Evan couldn't help but grow a somewhat of a father like connection towards the man. One sided or not, it was all he had.

After graduation, Evan started his promised training with the company. Drew had forwarded his specific regimen to Evan’s trainer which had helped immensely in most of the initial training. Mr. Conner kept a close eye out.

He showed a remarkable response to the training right away. Before he knew it, Evan was making his way up. He performed immaculately on almost every mission. His great work favored him among the other contractors and also put a few bucks in his pocket. As soon as the cash started coming in, so did the large checks that went out to his aunt Jenna. He knew how hard she had worked while he was a kid and this was payment for it all.

Drew Conner trusted Evan with some of the most sensitive information and gave him top priority on every mission. His seven years at the company were the best of his life. It was his niche. He became addicted to the action and genuinely liked making a difference that he could actually watch happen. All in all, he was Conner's golden boy and he never wanted anything more.

Everything was going just as smoothly as every other year when Drew disappeared. Never left a note, never said goodbye. The company's CEO position was switched over to man's son. Evan couldn't believe that Conner would just leave and cut all contact. I mean how could Evan have the same passion with the brat of a son that was no in charge?
Once Conner's was gone, the whole meaning and purpose of why he was with the company in the first place just completely diminished. It got him thinking that he had been at fighting bad guys for long enough. It was time for a break. A change. Something new, he told himself.

So, he left Helios without a resignation just as Drew had done and decided to start a new life. Evan had plenty of money so for the first year, at 24, he traveled the country and some of the world. He just took a year to experience it all but found that his life lacked structure or a purpose, something that he'd had every since Bellefonte. More than anything, he missed home.

Since then he's back working as a bartender. He doesn't have to work but what else is going to keep him busy?

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Rook
AGE GROUP: Newborn.
EXPERIENCE: First day on the job.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? It was a dark and stormy night...