Evandreus "Bunny" Doe
Lieutenant Evandreus "Evan" Doe
Brendan Hines
Brendan Hines as Evandreus "Evan" Doe
Alias: Bunny
Age: 27
Features: Adorkable
Colony: Leonis
Rank: Lieutenant
Department: Air Wing: VAQ-141 "Harriers"
Position: Raptorbunny


  • Evan's of Leonis, from the province of Leontinia, specifically from Thalattra, sister-city of Columella with its grand temple of Aphrodite Philommeides. Thalattra is a town that inspires poeticism, theatricality, free love, nudism and rampant hippiedom, and Evan certainly does his best to represent his home province on board ship.
  • If questioned, Evan's only comment as to his family was that they were Not Close. When he speaks of his childhood, he seems to have spent the better part of it moving from common house to common house in Thalattra, meeting all manner of people with interesting personal and sexual habits. On knowing him for any period of time, most people will get the impression that his estrangement with his parents left him without a permanent address, though he'd rarely if ever admit it aloud.
  • Fortunately, Thalattra is one of the top places in the universe to survive without a home. Temperate in climate and without a lot in the way of violent crime, Thalattra is home to many a vagrant, starving artist and refugee from cultural norms imposed elsewhere. The incredibly high rate of tourism to its sister city and her temple has spilled over into Thalattra, which is considered a nice piece of Leontinian local flavor. And the cash flow from a stream of culture-hungry tourists helps keep the local indigent population fed and content, with many 'clubs' of them pooling money to buy large but decrepit 'common houses' in which 40-50 people might be living at any given time.
  • So how did Evan climb out of this pit of poetry, homelessness and sexual deviance? Taxi driving, he'll tell you. Landed himself a position shuttling tourists back and forth between Thalattra and Columella (and fleecing them the meanwhile, no doubt), which let him pay up for things like school and doctors' bills. By the time he graduated high school he'd been promoted to air-to-ground cabbie, and on graduation he got a job with ICTC (InterColonial TaxiCo), which put him through (a very, very cheap, online)college (he majored in Literature) and gave him enough flight hours logged to qualify him for a step up in paygrade via entry in a Colonial Navy flight training program.


At the top of the back of his left thigh:

Theme Song

There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don’t suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs it hears
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean’s garbled vomit on the shore,
Los Angeles, I’m yours

Oh ladies, pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about
An empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays
You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles, my love

Oh what a rush of ripe élan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky
Oh great calamity,
Ditch of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I’m yours

Service Jacket

December, 2034: Entered a Colonial Military Flight Training program on Aquaria.

December, 2035: Commissioned as an Ensign, deployed to Rookery at Near Space Supply Outpost Bubastis.

January, 2036: Billeted as an Ensign aboard CEC Marsyas for a two-year deployment.

January, 2038: Renewed billet aboard CEC Marsyas for another two-year deployment.

January, 2040: Billeted as an Ensign aboard Assaultstar Victory for a two-year deployment.

May, 2040: Promoted to Lieutenant, JG.

February, 2041: Transferred to Battlestar Cerberus.

On the Grid

Physical Features

  • Curly, dark brown hair.
  • Dark green eyes.
  • Infectious smile.
  • Full lips.
  • Comical eyebrows.
  • Stubbly jawline.
  • Lanky arms — freckled.
  • Strong back and shoulders — freckled.
  • Coltish legs — knees somewhat knobby.
  • Soft belly — very ticklish.
  • Shapely rearparts.
  • Generous body hair.
  • Proclivity for nudity.
  • Leontinian accent: think 'Fargo.' I don't type it out unless it gets really bad.


  • Evan has a strong disinclination toward eating food. There are picky eaters, and then there's Evan. If it is edible, ninety nine times out of a hundred he will not like it. He never seems hungry, and, when he does eat, he tends to like to do it out of sight of most people. It should be noted that this is approximately the only thing Evan is shy about doing in front of other people. Maybe it's because of the way he nibbles at his food as if he's pretty sure it's going to try to kill him. It is anybody's guess how he manages to keep that little bit of tummy pudge he's got when he consistantly seems unwilling to feed himself.
  • Evan has a fixation with being the first person to board his boat and the last person to disembark. When there are people on board his Raptor and he's not on it, he's been known to trend toward anxiety and once even broke out in hives. This makes it the first rule that must be observed when flying in Evan's boat.
  • The rest of the rules run as follows: 2) Safety first. Click it or ticket, people. 3) Do not clutter comms with irrelevent chatter. Irrelevent chatter inside the boat, of course, is acceptable and even encouraged. 4) Have fun. 5) Don't die. He's picky about that last one, too.
  • Evan is rather outspoken about his dislike of violence as a method of conflict resolution. This is obviously why he joined the Navy. He's also no fan of PT, though that might easily be explained by his asthma. The only place he's generally less likely to be found than in the gym is in the chapel.
  • On past postings, Evan has been known to sleep with every woman in his squadron. No, no sextimes ensued, only bunk-sharing and cuddles chaste enough to leave everyone's virtue intact. He's an equal-opportunity cuddler, though he's found that many men are adverse to having a Bunny hop in their bunks with them. Their loss. Evan's also big on hugs and physical contact in general, and has very little notion of what Personal Space means.
  • Evan is perfectly content going about in the nude while in berthings. Streaking is also one of his wilder pastimes.
  • Despite his proclivities for nakedness and cuddling, Evan seems more or less disinterested in romantic liaisons. When questioned, he is prone to telling people that he's saving himself for marriage— a rather archaic-sounding notion when put in context of his Leontinian background. Most people assume he's not actually a virgin, but he wears his self-proclaimed chastity like a badge of honor, and, if he is fooling around in secret, he's at least never been caught.
  • Evan is an artistic soul, enamoured of poetry and literature, versed in the use of several instruments, and a big fan of arts and crafts projects.

Known Associates

A Picture A Thousand Words
Cidra_icon.jpg Major Cidra "Toast" Hahn: I've come to the conclusion that every air wing in the fleet needs a Cidra at the helm. Which, you know, might actually be the case, at this point. She appeals to what is most good and decent in all of us, where too many CAG in the past have stooped to accomodate the lowest common denominator, tacitly abetting such behavior in the name of keeping control of the wing.

Sing a Song of Sixpence:

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