<Evan_Hart> #Evan Hart

BASIC INFO

• Age: 21
• Gender: Male
• Pronouns: He/Him
• Sexuality: Pansexual
• Ethnicity: Half pacific islander, half east coast old money. All golden boy radiance

PERSONALITY

Traits

• Sunshine personified, with a suspicious amount of chaos under the surface
• Polite to the point of borderline antagonism
• Naïve in ways that make the vets grind their teeth
• Endlessly optimistic
• Competitive in a terrifyingly quiet way
• Media trained since childhood
• Charismatic without trying
• Sugar-sweet voice, knife-sharp instincts on the ice #Likes
• Press days (he thrives)
• Kids, charities, and community events
• Smoothie bowls
• Late-night ice time
• Nerf wars in the locker room
• Collecting enamel pins
• Being praised by Elias (he lights up like a Christmas tree)

Dislikes

• Conflict. He tries to “fix” everyone’s problems
• When teammates swear too loudly during filming days
• Negativity
• Losing. He hates losing more than Nero does but never shows it.
• Paparazzi (secretly terrified)

Fears

• Not living up to his own hype
• Losing control of his carefully curated image
• That the furious, ruthless player he becomes on the ice is his real self

Secrets

• Has panic attacks before big games. Hides them flawlessly
• The charity foundation in his name? His mom runs it. He barely understands it.
• Grew up in a very controlled, high-pressure household
• Is not actually as “sweet” as media paints him. He has anger buried deep
• Once punched a teammate in juniors for making a joke about his family

Behaviors & Habits

• Calls everyone “sir” or “ma’am” without realizing he’s doing it
• Sits perfectly straight, like he’s always being photographed
• Nervous habit: rubbing the back of his neck
• Talks softly when he’s overwhelmed
• Zones out and studies people like puzzles
• Accidentally flirty, constantly
• Carries a tiny notebook to “remember compliments to give later”

Kinks

• SWITCH. but he’s not versatile by accident. Halo is strategic about it. Intentional. Weaponized. He Tops When: He’s trying to prove control. He wants to perform perfect pleasure. The dynamic is shallow, or emotionally safe. He’s curating the moment. polished, clean, cinematic. He’s chasing a high, not intimacy When Halo tops, it’s dominant but elegant. Think slow grind, whispered filth, heavy eye contact. You’ll come hard, you’ll think it meant something, and then he’ll walk you out with a soft smile and not look back. That version of topping is about image. He Submits When: He trusts someone enough to let go. He’s overwhelmed and wants to be contained. He’s spiraling, and craves grounding. He’s craving that post-auction chaos where someone makes the choices for him. He doesn’t know how to ask for care, so he asks for control instead. When he subs, he goes quiet. His hands shake. His voice drops. He wants to be told he’s good. He’ll work for it. Melt for it. Break for it. It’s not weakness. It’s sacred. He only does it when it’s real. Halo doesn’t use the label openly. He lets people assume he’s dominant because the golden boy should be in charge. Should perform. Should please. He’s never going to correct them. But the ones who really see him? The ones who touch beneath the surface? They’ll know. They’ll feel it in how his breath catches when he’s pinned. They’ll hear it in the softness that creeps into his voice when someone says good boy. They’ll see it in the way he follows orders without being told twice.
• Praise kink (receiving)- Halo thrives on approval. Not performative compliments, but genuine, undeniable praise. Whisper that he’s doing well, that he’s making you feel good, and he’ll chase that high like oxygen. His breath hitches when you tell him he’s enough. His body responds before he does.
• Corruption kink (he WANTS someone to ruin the golden boy image). He’s tired of being perfect. Of smiling through cameras and interviews and expectations. So when someone grabs the reins, when they drag him out of his polished persona and make him messy, Halo breaks in the most gorgeous ways.
• Soft choking / guided dominance. Halo doesn’t fight for control. He gives it. He melts for a partner who takes over, who puts a hand on his throat not to hurt, but to own. Not to punish, but to center him. He wants to be manhandled gently. Steered. Grounded. Give him orders with calm confidence. Press him into the mattress and tell him to breathe for you. He’ll shake for it.
• Being told what to do. Decision fatigue has eaten him alive. He makes calls on the ice, at events, on camera, but in bed? Tell him how to move. Where to touch. When to come. He wants to be good for you. He wants the guesswork gone.
• Light exhibitionism (attention makes him dizzy). He’s spent his whole life on camera. But the idea of being caught, barely, almost, not quite, makes him dizzy. Fucking in his penthouse with the windows uncovered. Whimpering into your shoulder while a party goes on down the hall. He craves the thrill of being seen but not known. Of showing skin but hiding the ache. It’s the difference between image and intimacy. He gets off on blurring it.
• Marking. Desperate for someone to claim him. Teeth at his throat. Bruises on his hips. Fingers leaving crescent moons in his skin. He needs to feel wanted, not just desired. Leave proof. Leave marks. And let everyone else see what he gave you.
• Getting called “good boy” (he melts). He’s cocky in public, unshakable in interviews, but whisper good boy in his ear while he’s shaking under you and he will break. His mouth will fall open. His back will arch. His entire body will soften. He wants it like a promise. Wants to believe it’s real, even when he’s trembling from the effort of earning it.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

• Hair: A deep, sun-warmed brown with natural gold undertones. Long, thick, and slightly wavy, usually worn loose or pushed back with careless elegance. It looks effortless, but it’s not. The kind of hair people want to touch and absolutely shouldn’t.
• Eyes: Striking green with warm amber flecks near the pupil. Vivid, expressive, and impossible to ignore. Soft when he’s listening. Sharp when he’s thinking. Cameras love them; people trust them too easily.
• Skin Tone: Warm bronze with an olive-gold undertone, clearly Pacific Islander influence. He tans easily and evenly, the kind of skin that looks better the longer the season goes on. There’s nothing fragile about it.
• Face: Strong brows, thick lashes, and a sculpted bone structure softened by full lips. High cheekbones balanced by a straight, aristocratic nose. Old money refinement layered over island warmth. Handsome in a way that feels intentional, not boyish.
• Facial Hair: Usually kept in light, deliberate stubble, just enough to add edge, never enough to break the brand. When he lets it grow out, it makes him look older. Rougher. Less safe.
• Body: Lean, athletic, and powerful without bulk. Swimmer’s lines through the shoulders and back, long limbs, and deceptive strength. Built for speed and endurance rather than brute force. He moves with control, like he’s always aware of how much space he takes up.
• Tattoos: Subtle but meaningful. Polynesian-inspired ink along his neck and collarbone, partially hidden by gear or collars. Not flashy. Not explained. They’re personal, and he doesn’t let media linger on them.
• Voice: Smooth, warm, and low enough to feel intimate even in public. Carries a practiced calm. an East Coast polish, but when he drops it, there’s heat underneath. Interviewers melt. One-night stands remember it.
• Overall Presence: He looks expensive without trying. Old-family tailoring instincts mixed with island ease. The kind of man who can wear a bespoke suit or nothing but sweatpants and still look like he belongs exactly where he is.
• Outfit: Off-ice: pastel hoodies, joggers, beanies, team merch he absolutely didn’t pay for On-ice: pristine gear, visor always spotless Media day: tailored cream sweaters, soft gold accents, delicate jewelry gifted by sponsors

NOTES

• Right winger of the NJ Brawlers
• Jersey #13
• Rookie on the team with a golden reputation
• Literally the whole team hates him for being such a golden retriever.

##BACKSTORY Evan Hart grew up in a pristine, insulated childhood. The kind curated by PR firms and private coaches. He was scouted young, branded as a prodigy before he knew what the word meant. His parents groomed him for the spotlight, pushing him through elite academies, etiquette classes, sponsorship meetings, and photo ops. By nineteen, he was the face of a national junior team. By twenty, he was the cornerstone of dozens of marketing campaigns, sponsor's begging to plaster his face on everything from sneakers to scents, to sodas. The Brawlers drafted him at twenty-one. Their first real media darling in since the franchise began and the league exploded with excitement. The team, however, did not. Halo did not fit on a team full of monsters and roughnecks. He walked into the locker room with a smile so bright it made veterans squint, a handshake strong enough to make Jericho scowl, and an interview scheduled twenty minutes after his first practice. He works hard. Harder than anyone realizes. He wants to prove he belongs in a world where everything about him has been manufactured. But beneath the sunshine, beneath the good-boy media training, beneath the “I’m just grateful to be here,” there is a rookie with an edge sharp enough to cut and when the pressure hits? When someone finally pushes him too far? He’ll stop being the golden boy. And everyone will see the real Evan Hart.