CIS MALE, HE/HIM. Hey, is that LAKEITH STANFIELD? No, that’s just ATLAS DEVEREAUX around Cypress Cove. I heard they are 37 years old, and their birthday is OCTOBER 29, 1988. They rest their head in the WESTSIDE, but can mainly be found working as an ART HISTORY PROFESSOR at CYPRESS COVE UNIVERSITY. Some say they are INTELLIGENT, PERCEPTIVE, and ECCENTRIC, but can be WITHDRAWN, BLUNT, and OBSESSIVE. If they had a theme song it would be “MYTH” by BEACH HOUSE. I hear they are a NEWCOMER, but either way Cypress Cove is home and welcomes you.
BASICS
full name: Atlas Marcel Devereaux
nicknames: Professor D (from students)
age: 37
dob: October 29, 1988
hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana
current location: Cypress Cove, Georgia
neighborhood: Westside
occupation: Art History Professor at Cypress Cove University
gender: Male
pronouns: He/Him
sexuality: Bisexual
relationship status: Single
positive traits: Intelligent, Perceptive, Eccentric
negative traits: Withdrawn, Blunt, Obsessive
theme song: Myth by Beach House
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
face claim: Lakeith Stanfield
hair color: Black
eye color: Dark brown
height: 6’1
weight: 175 lbs
build: Lean, wiry
tattoos: minimalist linework tattoo of a hand holding a paintbrush on his forearm, small script “Toujours chercher” on his ribcage
piercings: None
FAMILY
mother: Josephine Circe Devereaux (née Baptiste)
father: Thierry Devereaux
siblings: Calypso Devereaux
children: None
pet(s): A cat named Matisse
BIOGRAPHY
Atlas Devereaux was born and raised in New Orleans, surrounded by a city where art and history spill into the streets. His mother worked in a small gallery in the French Quarter, while his father restored antiques in a quiet workshop filled with wood shavings and varnish. Between them, Atlas learned early that objects carry stories. Paintings, sculptures, furniture, they all hold fragments of memory. For Atlas, art has never been just about beauty. It’s rebellion, grief, desire, history, and identity captured in form.
He pursued that fascination relentlessly, earning degrees in art history and cultural studies before carving out a reputation as a brilliant but unconventional academic. His lectures are often described as performances, passionate, unpredictable, and full of tangents that somehow circle back to his original point. Students either adore him or leave class slightly overwhelmed. His colleagues tend to feel a little bit of both.
Despite the way he commands a room while teaching, Atlas himself is deeply private. He has always kept people at arm’s length, burying himself in research projects, traveling for conferences, or disappearing into museums for hours at a time. Relationships, when they happen, tend to burn bright and brief before he inevitably drifts away again. Over time, that pattern left him feeling strangely untethered.
When a position opened at Cypress Cove University, Atlas surprised even himself by applying. Officially, he says he was drawn to the university’s growing arts department and the chance to shape something new. Privately, he knows he was looking for quiet. Cypress Cove offered a slower rhythm than the cities he’d grown used to. A place where the days feel longer and the ocean air carries a calm that he hadn’t realized he needed.
Atlas now lives on the Westside near the university, in a slightly cluttered house filled with books, sketchpads, and half-finished ideas. He spends late evenings wandering the neighborhood or walking down to the shoreline with a sketchbook in hand, studying the way light hits the water or the way old buildings wear their history. Recently, something unexpected has begun to interrupt that solitude.
He met Gia Olsen on the beach one afternoon while wading into the water, studying the way sunlight fractured across the waves and scattered shells along the shore. Atlas had been completely absorbed in the shifting patterns of light when Gia stepped out of the water nearby. For a brief moment, Atlas was convinced he was witnessing something mythological. In his mind she looked like Amphitrite, the ancient sea goddess rising from the ocean itself.
It was an unusual conversation to begin a connection with. But something about that moment stayed with him. Gia is a widowed single mother, someone whose life carries responsibilities and gravity Atlas has rarely had to consider. Because of that, whatever exists between them has unfolded slowly and carefully. Which, for Atlas, is unfamiliar territory. He’s used to intense connections that burn brightly and disappear just as quickly. This feels different. Quieter. Intentional. For once, Atlas finds himself resisting the instinct to drift away.
