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[whittcker]

" no way, " whit's wolfish grin grows twofold, laughter bubbling up from his chest as he leans back in his seat. " that's insane ! like, what the actual fuck ? " he shakes his head, unable to wrap his head around why someone would throw literal food at a performer. " new york city in general is insane. one time i was there, 'cause i was seeing this girl who went to columbia, and some jesus freak just grabbed me and started shaking me, " he mimes it, holding his hands out as if he's shaking someone by the shoulders. " — yelling in my face, ' do you love jesus? do you love jesus? ' and i'm like, ' no! fuck off! ' " he bursts into laughter again, his head tossed back. " anything like that ever happen to you on tour ? "

“so i was onstage, right? just shredding the guitar, when this girl just throws a cheeseburger at me. a cheeseburger!” he laughs as he tells the story to the person sitting across the table from him at early gull. “man, those nyc crowds are wild.”

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i'm waiting around, just to wait here in a room, having a hard time watching you ... as julian casablancas sings to him through his headphones, whit takes a wide right around the next corner, turning onto one of the main streets in downtown kings haven. he doesn't usually go this way when he runs. he doesn't usually listen to call it fate, call it karma when he runs, either, but his usual running playlist just isn't hitting the same for some reason. a lot of things aren't hitting the same for some reason, and he feels itchy, overstimulated -- which is how he ended up out here running in the first place. he's lost in thought as the song slips into the second verse, quickly dodging a woman with a baby in a stroller, and maybe it's the glare in his sunglasses, maybe it's the fact that he's hungover as fuck, but -- WHAM ! he runs right into somebody, and shit, fuck, they hit the ground and he doesn't somehow, and he yanks his headphones out by the cord. " fuck, i'm so sorry, " he says through nervous laughter, holding an arm out and hoisting them up, giving them a pat on the shoulder for good measure. " i'm so fucking sorry, are you okay ? any scrapes or bruises ? god, i'm sorry, i wasn't looking. " somehow, he seems perfectly genuine, even though his lips are curled up in an amused smile. " are you okay? " he asks again.

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♕ ( n/a / 25 / cis man / he/him ) — did you see WHITTAKER EAGAN wandering around the island today? they kind of look like TIMOTHEE CHALAMET from certain angles? i heard around town that the PhD STUDENT is INTELLIGENT, and COY, but also IMPETUOUS, and CONNIVING. people say that they remind them of CIGARETTE SMOKE, A WOLFISH SMILE, and BLOWN-OUT PUPILS, and CALL IT FATE, CALL IT KARMA by THE STROKES is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( c / 22 / pst / she/they ) 

hiii everyone ! i'm c and this is my baby whittaker ( feel free to call him "whit" bc he prefers that ). he's getting his phd in english at harvard and is spending some time off in kings haven to try to work on poetry, away from it all. ( at least that's what he tells people ... ) pls feel free to hit me up in the group discord to plot !! read below for more info abt him :)

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: whittaker james eagan

NICKNAME(S): " whit " ( he prefers it strongly over his full name, which he considers too long and "pretentious" )

AGE: twenty-five

DATE OF BIRTH: february 14th, 1998

HOMETOWN: sonoma, california

CURRENT LOCATION: kings haven, ma

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELIGION: atheist

OCCUPATION: phd student at harvard university

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: small apartment

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, minimal american sign language which he took for his language requirement in undergrad

ACCENT: american

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: timothee chalamet

HAIR COLOUR: dark brown

EYE COLOUR: piercing green

HEIGHT: 5'10"

WEIGHT: approx. 150 lbs.

BUILD: lanky and thin

TATTOOS: a couple of small tattoos on his arms and ankles, nothing big

PIERCINGS: none

CLOTHING STYLE: usually some loose trousers, a t-shirt and a jacket if he's trying to be casual ( click for example ! ) and he's no stranger to dressing up a bit due to his father's wealth, but he still keeps it pretty lowkey ( click ! )

USUAL EXPRESSION: slightly smug, like he knows something you don't

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: his stark black hair is what most people notice first about him, and then his eyes

HEALTH

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: none, though he catches colds very easily

NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: none

ALLERGIES: pollen

SLEEPING HABITS: he's a pretty light sleeper and will knock back some nyquil if he has to in order to sleep

EATING HABITS: he has a pretty intense appetite, and enjoys finer foods

EXERCISE HABITS: he runs for cardio exercise but doesn't do a whole lot of weightlifting

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: he would say he's "fine" but the people around him would probably disagree. he's a very erratic person

SOCIABILITY: he's somehow both antisocial and never alone. he's very quiet most of the time and keeps to himself, but he parties a lot. most of his friends are party rats who don't actually care about him. they're always prowling for the next place to sneak into. he uses his dad's money to get into rich people's houses, only to steal something expensive just for the thrill.

BODY TEMPERATURE: his hands are always cold

ADDICTIONS: he would say none, but some might say otherwise ... especially nicotine

DRUG USE: heavy

ALCOHOL USE: heavy

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: wildly intelligent, softspoken, excellent listener, creative, generally nice to strangers, witty, spontaneous, thrill-seeking, articulate, gentle

NEGATIVE TRAITS: erratic, unpredictable, often irritable, slightly elitist, somewhat snobbish, curt, garrulous, ostentatious

FEARS: honestly, none

HOBBIES: drinking, writing poetry, running, rock climbing, painting, reading, drawing, going to museums and galleries

HABITS: biting his nails, playing with the tags on his shirts

FAVOURITES

WEATHER: springtime-warm with just the slightest bit of rain; bonus points if it's sunny at the same time, so the rain catches the light

COLOUR: sky blue

MUSIC: jeff buckley, the strokes, fleetwood mac, the doors, the smiths, kate bush

MOVIE: he has a hard time choosing a favorite movie since it changes a lot, but right now he'd say the banshees of inisherin

SPORT: he was a huge hockey fan as a kid; that's since faded but he still knows a lot about hockey and watches it when he's homesick

BEVERAGE: a whiskey sour

FOOD: any pasta dish, bonus points if it has seafood in it

ANIMAL: he's a cat person, so probably cats, but he also really likes deep sea creatures 'cause they're weird looking

FAMILY

FATHER: james eagan, 55, lives in california

MOTHER: candace eagan (nee quincy), 54, lives in california

SIBLING(S): noah hayes, half - brother ( unbeknowst to him ), tom holland

PET(S): none

FINANCIAL STATUS: very, very well-off

THINGS TO KNOW

whittaker was born in 1998 to an extremely wealthy family. the eagans are well-known in sonoma for their heritage wine vineyard. whit has many childhood memories of running between the grapevines, playing chase with his mother and the family dog.

his father loves him, but has extremely high expectations of him and is the entire reason he's getting a phd. if it were up to him he would've quit after undergrad and sailed on his dad's coattails for the rest of his life, but alas !

whit is a pretty quiet guy - he doesn't go out of his way to talk to people and spends a lot of time in coffee shops and cafes, writing or reading.

he's generally nice. like, he likes to chat, will entertain a good conversation, and is naturally quite charming, but ......

whittaker is a fucking snob. like, if you picture what a harvard english major is like, that's whit. he's nice, sure, and relatively friendly, but he's definitely a rich kid. and he has no idea why people think he's "out of touch," which is even worse.

he's insanely smart. like, a genius. which makes the snob thing worse. sometimes he goes off on tangents about things without realizing it and definitely doesn't realize that it probably comes off condescending sometimes.

he is the definition of a trust fund kid, too. he's never worked a day in his life.

he does hate his family's wealth though -- he doesn't like the reputation it gives him.

he's a huge flirt, but like, not in an overt way -- he's just used to getting what he wants and will charm his way into having it !

he's never been in a relationship - sleeps around a LOT

noah hayes is his half-brother, although he doesn't know that. his dad has literally never told him about his little fling before he was born, let alone about the son that bore from it.

CONFIDENTIAL: whittaker tells everyone that he's in kings haven to take a break from studying and to write poetry, which is somewhat true, but he's also here because his parents are getting concerned about his habits ( read: his alcohol & drug use ). they don't know the true extent of it, but they know he's struggling with something and they're hoping some time away from his usual environment will help. so, they put him up in kings haven free-of-charge for as long as he wants, and whittaker likes it here so far.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

hookups ! he gets around quite a bit ( f / m / nb )

friends ... real ones. back at harvard he tends to self-isolate so he's still kind of learning how to actually hold down a real meaningful relationship. ( f / m / nb )

a good ol' unrequited love plot would be sweeeeet. in either direction ! ( f / m / nb )

people who think he's an asshole, bc there's gotta be at least a couple ! ( f / m / nb )

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TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET in an Apple TV+ ad in January 2023