Post by EVAN JAMES on Mar 11, 2012 22:02:20 GMT -5
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p o s s i b l e a f f i n i t i e s .
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p e r s o n a l i t y .
Evan is a carefree individual. He does not stress out easily and is more laid back than most of his friends. He’s the one the other’s come to when they need to just forget about life for a moment. He isn’t afraid to forget his responsibilities for a few minutes and just have some fun. As an actor this gives him an ability to take everything in stride and really allow him to accept criticism well. Some people think it’s because he just doesn’t care about anything, but that’s not the case. Evan just firmly believes that ‘everything happens for a reason’ and that it will all work itself out in the end so no need to stress about it in the present.
Creativity and intuition play a large part in Evan’s life as an actor and individual. He is constantly looking at the world in a different light, feeding those thoughts, emotions, and images into his mind, recalling how each thing made him feel and think. He is constantly using his imagination to transform himself into something new and exciting. Every actor tries their hardest to become absorbed in their roles and to become that character, so Evan tries on a daily basis to do just that in just the little things in his life. Due to this nature Evan is a people watcher. There are many days he finds himself in Central Park, just sitting in the grass and watching people interact all around him, how they talk, dress, walk, and interact with those around them.
In Evan’s interaction with his friends and family he is known for his wit and sarcasm. He is quick to respond to any sort of jab with a comment that might not always be appropriate in the situation, but does bring a bit of humor into the conversation. He loves to make people laugh and smile, using his quick tongue and sarcastic sense of humor to do so. However, his sarcasm and wit have also been known to harm. He doesn’t really know how to censor himself and has hurt others in the process, though he is usually quick to apologize if he realizes he has offended.
One of the many things Evan needs to work on as a person, and an actor, is his inability to be patient with others. He has his moments of being able to just sit back and observe, as long as it is of his choosing, but the moment he is forced to do something or wait for someone he can’t sit still. He is always seeking out the midnight showing of some new hit movie, refusing to wait until after class in the morning to go see it. He also has a bad habit of buying anything he can get his hands on, having no patience to hold on to his money and save it for something he might actually want. This problem has led to many late night calls to his mother asking for her to wire him money so he can pay the few bills he has. Honestly, he really does try to be patient, but he is definitely not good at it.
Those rare occasions when Evan isn’t laid back are probably worse for everyone around him. His normally, happy go lucky attitude, is replaced with this dark unsympathetic individual that prefers to sit in a darkened room blasting music so loud the walls vibrate in a thunderous rhythm. Those are the days when his childhood catches up to him and he can’t block it out with the taste of nicotine or tequila.
Evan is also a procrastinator. He spends all of his free time on the internet (mostly YouTube), playing video games (usually Halo or some epic RPG like Skyrim or Dragon Age), or going to see a movie or play. So homework and other important things are forgotten and left to the last minute. The problem with his procrastination is the fact that he works great under pressure, better actually, so he fails to find a reason to work harder or do something in a more reasonable amount of time.
h i s t o r y .
Evan Patrick James was born on the 17th of March almost twenty-two years ago, a fitting date considering his father’s Irish heritage. Evan wasn’t an accident by any means, his father (Patrick Sean James) and his mother (Lily Ann née Monroe) had planned his birth. The two met while Lily was attending a study abroad in Cork, Ireland. Patrick was taking classes in Cork while bartending at The Pavilion Cork, one of Cork’s top pubs. It wasn’t that whole fairy tale mumbo jumbo, ‘love at first sight’, but it was clear that Patrick had found someone he fancied by the end of the first night they’d met.[/blockquote]
When Lily’s study abroad program ended and she was forced to return to Boston, Patrick said goodbye to his native roots and crossed the pond, never looking back. After only a month in America Patrick and Lily had gotten engaged and with that came all the naturalization information for Patrick as an American, and Lily as part of the European Union. It wasn’t a perfect marriage, there never is such a thing, but they made it work. Patrick had poured his money into starting a pub in the Irish streets of Boston, much to Lily’s amusement. It helped settle is heart in America, because Lily’s job as a journalist kept her busy out on the streets of Boston and wherever else in Massachusetts she could get, leaving Patrick on his own for days on end sometimes.
After more than a year married, and six months of failed attempts to get pregnant, Lily and Patrick finally found out that Evan was going to arrive, a healthy baby boy. It was hell for Patrick. Nine months of never doing anything right and always being kicked out of the bed for saying the wrong thing (seriously if she didn’t want to be told she was getting a wee bit big around the middle she shouldn’t have asked). Those nine months passed by slowly and then finally on St. Patrick’s Day Evan was born, a most auspicious birth, as Granda Sean would say, in his Irish accent, from across the pond.
Evan was born in Boston, but he didn’t grow up there. When Evan was six his father took a turn for the worst, health wise. The city was too much for them and the doctors believed it would be a good idea to return to Ireland for a while, just until Patrick regained his health. So Patrick sold the pub, Lily quit her job, and the three of them moved to Ireland. It wasn’t too much of a change for Evan. He was really too young to remember much of Boston and his grandparents on his mother’s side had long since passed away. So his life in Ireland became the most important thing. He grew up in a beautiful country with amazing grandparents. The fresh air and sunshine couldn’t help his father though.
It wasn’t until Evan was nine years old that he understood what was happening to his father. Cancer. His father was dying slowly and painfully. The man that Evan remembered as a small boy had disappeared in only a few years. The strength and muscles were depleted and his father spent a lot of his time in a chair, resting. Evan didn’t think it was fair. He remembered trying to get his father to go outside to play baseball or rugby or anything, but his mother would shoe him out the door telling him his 'father needed to rest.'
The doctors were ever changing in those first few years. One would tell them the chemo worked and they’d check again in a few months to make sure everything was still fine. A few months would pass and the worry would wear the small family down, then everything would be all right for a while when the tests came back negative. They would be a family again for those few months after, celebrating every day, and pretending like nothing bad had ever happened. It only lasted about six months, though, and then the cancer would be back, just as aggressive as ever. Evan didn’t know how many times his father had been in and out of the hospital in just those first three years. There was so much hope and fear in those years, but the hope would eventually die out when he was fourteen years old. After years and years of fighting lung cancer his father finally succumbed. The funeral was in Cork, his father’s place of birth and where Evan’s grandfather and grandmother lived. It wasn’t until after the funeral that Evan’s mother told him they were moving back to America.
The move wasn’t nearly as easy for Evan. He was older now and he had so many friends in Ireland. He fought his mother on the issue every night, but she would not listen to him, wouldn’t even hear him out about how he could just live with Granda and Nana. By the end of third year in his Irish school Evan was forced to leave behind all that he had come to know. He was fifteen by this point in time and changing from secondary school to an American high school was the worst experience of Evan’s life. He was made fun of horrendously that first year he spent back on American soil, a place he hardly recalled. His mother had moved them to Manhattan, a very expensive place to live, but Evan would find out later that his father had left them a sizeable amount of money, an inheritance that Evan would do anything to return just so long as he could have his father back.
Evan breezed through American high school quickly. Half the stuff being studied was elementary compared to what he had learned at his school in Ireland, but he didn’t care to argue that point with his mother anymore. He spent most of his time wandering into random theatre’s after school, slipping in to watch some show in mid run, when the ushers were clearly not paying attention to who had already purchased tickets to the shows and who hadn’t. It was those years of avoiding his hellish life in high school that Evan fell in love with acting. It was like everything in his life had been preparing him for the moment in which he’d figure out who he was, what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.
At the age of sixteen Evan turned his entire existence into one meant for the television screen or the stage. That’s where YouTube came in. It was the very beginnings of a small video watching site that seemed to have more copyright issues than anything, but Evan found a place where he could talk freely to a camera and be whoever he wanted to be that day. So every few days he recorded himself as some new person, with some insane occupation, or just his random thoughts of the day. There were even occasions he’d just tell some lame joke and then disappear after he purposely botched the punch line of the joke. It was just something for him to do. Oddly enough he gained a following and several years down the line he was making five figures a year from YouTube. It’s what helped him pay his way into the New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts.
Becoming someone new, literally, became Evan’s life. As he advanced rapidly through his university major program he grew more and more as an actor. As a sophomore he beat out a senior for the role of Hamlet in Shakespeare’s play of the same name. It was his dream role and he’d scored it as a sophomore in university. From then on Evan’s life seemed to fit together like a puzzle. Like everything he’d ever wanted was coming his way. It’s why he spends all of his spare time in the theatre or in front of a camera. Now he is starting his final year in university and after he finishes he plans on spending the summer with his grandparents in Ireland before auditioning for every show imaginable on Broadway. Nothing’s going to stop him from accomplishing his dreams.
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