Raised by wolves near Keno, Yukon, Everett began his career tattooing walrus hides, which he then sold as raincoats to tourists. After being shut down by the Canadian government, he was institutionalized, lobotomized, and had his personality annihilated through shock treatment. Because of this trauma, the idea of becoming an illustrator seemed reasonable. With this goal in mind, he backpacked southward across the taiga, hitchhiked the prairies, and rode a toboggan through the Canadian shield, finally reaching the belching, smoky mass of Toronto in the spring of ought seven. He currently rides the bus, as he can't quite figure out how to exit.