Elton Everhart was a creative writing and literature professor at the University of Virginia. He was young for a professor, only thirty one. He was tall, about 6'3, had messy black hair and dark brown eyes. He dressed and looked a little old fashioned, but it suited him very well. He was also very good at his job, at least to the students who enjoyed English literature. He spent a lot of his time that he wasn't lecturing in his on-campus office grading and making lectures, but the time he did get outside of his work, he often read old literature, slept in, or went golfing. Despite being incredible at his job, and super on top of things when it came to his classes and students, he was a pretty laid back guy when he wasn't being professional. He was chill, some would say boring. He also didn't want to risk losing his job, he didn't want to lose his job for anything. Generally he was a good guy, he was kind, a little harsh when needed but kind, hard working and dedicated, intelligent and confident in his intelligence, mature, patient, and responsible.

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He was at a bar, where there was a poetry reading going on, with a few of his buddies that he went to college with some years back. He didn't drink much, but he sipped on a beer as the night went on, chatting about work and such. He also didn't know that one of his students, one of his best students, was here too.