Name: Everett Koell
Nickname: Rett
Species: Unknown
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'4"
Hair Color: Red
Nickname: Rett
Species: Unknown
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'4"
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Amber
Past
Hunters found Everett wondering the woods alone when he was not yet two. This
didn’t surprise the hunters as there was a shrine close by that was a
popular destination for pilgrims, and they figured that Everett had
gotten separated from a group of them. Two of
the hunters volunteered to take the child to the shrine, believing that
his mother would be there waiting in anticipation for news of her lost
child, while the rest of the hunters scoured the woods for the child’s
father or anyone else whom was looking for him. However,
upon reaching the shrine they discovered that this wasn’t the case. No
one had any idea whom Everett was or where he might have come from.
Perhaps, his mother had not traveled amongst a large group. It was
possible she had traveled to the shrine alone with her son.
Several days passed before the other hunters appeared just as empty handed as the two whom brought Everett to the shrine. Upon hearing this news one of the hunters decided that this was the gods way of granting his and his wife’s prayer to have a child. However, before they could return to their village a Druid approached them demanding that they hand Everett over to her. The hunters had mix feelings about this order. On the one hand, they were taught to revere the druids. They were the gods’ chosens, and that meant they spoke with the highest authority. It was considered a great taboo if not outright sinful to go against a Druid’s will. On the other hand, they had grown attached to Everett and the idea that anyone—even a druid—would try to swoop in and try to take their child away didn’t settle well with them.
The druid sensing their dilemma simply told them there was magic flowing within the child’s veins. This was enough for the hunters. Their people believed that magic was a gift from the gods. Truth be told, they believed their magic was actually the gods and their gift was being granted permission to use it. This was how the gods revealed whom their chosens were. Only the druids could teach him how to use these gifts, and they knew how disastrous it was to leave such talents untrained. Without a second thought they handed Everett over to the druid. She took him to the Academy--the place that will not only teach him how to control their powers, but also things that schools all over the world would. Things such as reading, writing, math, and history.
Even at his young age, Everett proved to be the type of student teachers dreamed about. He had an insatiable thirst for knowledge as well as the uncanny ability to simply absorb everything he was taught. Unsurprising, he was not content to learn just what the Order elected to teach him. This did not go over well with The Order whom believed attaining knowledge through other mediums did not adhere to their doctrine. They tried to discourage Everett from trying to pursue these knowledge, but their efforts went unheeded. He did not share their belief that one should only learn the lessons granted to them by a higher power. Knowledge to him was more free than that, and one was only limited by their will. Eventually, it was decided that the gods would take matters into their own hands.
Some felt that this was the wrong decision. They claimed that their inaction was just as damning as Everett’s blatant disregard for their rules, but in the end they adhere to what the elder had just decided. They only wished to make their disapproval clear as well as make it known that they will come to regret the choice that was made. There were some whom saw the benefits of Everett research. He managed to do things that was believed to be impossible, and many of those things were beneficial not only to their people but humanity as a whole. At least, until they saw the village. Everett traveled there with the pretense of a druid whom had come to heal the villagers both body and soul. What he did was anything but that. He used his magic to twisted the villagers into abhorrent creatures. It was difficult to say what he had turned them into, but it was clear they were no longer human.
They were so appalled by what he had done, and while many screamed for justice be served they knew his crime was too great for a mortal judgement. They called upon their gods. Some of those whom had protested against the decision not to take a stronger stance against Everett believed they had angered the gods. They had allowed this evil to happen as a way to show their disapproval. Therefore, they would not heed their prayers as they had made their bed and now they needed to lay in it. They discovered that their prayers did not go ignored. They came swooping down from the heavens to demand Everett ceased what he was doing or they will revoke the gift they had graciously granted him.
Everett laughed at this.They could not take back what was never theirs. He could not say for the others of the order. It was very possible that their magic was gifts given to them by the gods, but his was not. His magic was a part of him. No, it was more than that. He was magic. He was beyond them. He ebbed and flowed in ways they possibly couldn’t understand. This did not pleased the gods. It was unclear if it was because he did not cower before them or because they feared what it might mean if he had spoken the truth. They decided that there was only one way to deal with the situation, and that was to prove to everyone—including themselves—that he was deluded. It was decided that the only way to do this was to stripe him of his magic.
Things, however, did not go according to plan. Instead of stripping him of his magic they turned Everett into a statue. They did not allow their mortal subjects know this had been a mistake. They told their followers they had cursed him to be within that started, and he would remain there until the last mountain crumbles into dust. The truth, however, was they had no idea how long he would remain within that state, and as such decided to take precautions to ensure he never enters their house once he breaks free. Much time passed before Everett managed to do just that. Perhaps more than even he believes. He tried his best to calculate how long he had been encased in stone, but such a task proves challenging when almost all evidences of his people have been lost within the sands of time.
The new occupants, however, were overjoyed to find a link to bygone days. They concluded that Everett must be a god, and his being encased in stone like he had been proved their theory that some great force had swept across the land and imprisoned all these ancient people’s gods. They are uncertain why this was done. Some believe that these people were whisked away to another realm thus leaving their lands fresh for the picking for any people looking for a place to call home. Others claim that they and Everett people were one in the same. They concluded without their gods to guide them they had to seek guidance from somewhere else, and that shaped their society into what it was now. Whatever the case, they all believed that the other gods had been imprisoned like Everett had been.
Everett knew this was not the case. He did not know what happened to his people. What he did know was he leaned towards the belief that his people were long gone before the currant occupation came. He did not know why, and it wouldn’t be until many many years later before it was revealed his suspicions were correct. As for their gods. They were still about. Everett was very aware they had not intended to turn him into a statue, and had taken every measures to ensure he does not wander into their halls. He know that
These people Everett found himself among came to worship him as one of their own gods. They came up with myths for him, and it was largely forgotten that he was believed to be a god of those whom came before. This lasted until conquerors came from the south demanding they renounce their gods and worship the one the invaders have brought. At first, they resisted, but as time went on any hope of these invader going back whence they came waned. They started to see sense in what these newcomers said. The gods they had worship for years must be false ones as they did not answer their prayers to send the invaders back to where they had came from. Everett doesn’t know why the others did not answer these prayers. Perhaps, it was for the same reason as him.
Everett saw no reason to. He didn’t need to prove he was a god, and those whom were true believers will know he is one without concrete proof. Unfortunately, there were only a few for whom faith alone was enough evidence that the gods they had been following for centuries were indeed what they claimed to be. Those whom came to worship the invaders’ God decided that the old ones needed to be removed from the picture. With the help of their new God, they manage to seal them away. Everett found this amusing.
During all this, Everett sought more understanding about himself. He had no idea where he came from or even what he was. He just knew he wasn’t like the others around him. He knows he isn’t what he claims to be. He isn’t a god like the other deities he had come across his long existence, but referring to himself as such is the closest way of understanding himself. He decided that perhaps having children will help him gain better understanding of himself, but so far none of his children have inherited his unique traits. Many are talented. Some have magic.Some have long lives. Some are revered as gods. Yet none are truly made from the same cloth as he. This has allowed him to wonder if whatever he might be was not something that can be inherited. Perhaps, he really was magic.
Several days passed before the other hunters appeared just as empty handed as the two whom brought Everett to the shrine. Upon hearing this news one of the hunters decided that this was the gods way of granting his and his wife’s prayer to have a child. However, before they could return to their village a Druid approached them demanding that they hand Everett over to her. The hunters had mix feelings about this order. On the one hand, they were taught to revere the druids. They were the gods’ chosens, and that meant they spoke with the highest authority. It was considered a great taboo if not outright sinful to go against a Druid’s will. On the other hand, they had grown attached to Everett and the idea that anyone—even a druid—would try to swoop in and try to take their child away didn’t settle well with them.
The druid sensing their dilemma simply told them there was magic flowing within the child’s veins. This was enough for the hunters. Their people believed that magic was a gift from the gods. Truth be told, they believed their magic was actually the gods and their gift was being granted permission to use it. This was how the gods revealed whom their chosens were. Only the druids could teach him how to use these gifts, and they knew how disastrous it was to leave such talents untrained. Without a second thought they handed Everett over to the druid. She took him to the Academy--the place that will not only teach him how to control their powers, but also things that schools all over the world would. Things such as reading, writing, math, and history.
Even at his young age, Everett proved to be the type of student teachers dreamed about. He had an insatiable thirst for knowledge as well as the uncanny ability to simply absorb everything he was taught. Unsurprising, he was not content to learn just what the Order elected to teach him. This did not go over well with The Order whom believed attaining knowledge through other mediums did not adhere to their doctrine. They tried to discourage Everett from trying to pursue these knowledge, but their efforts went unheeded. He did not share their belief that one should only learn the lessons granted to them by a higher power. Knowledge to him was more free than that, and one was only limited by their will. Eventually, it was decided that the gods would take matters into their own hands.
Some felt that this was the wrong decision. They claimed that their inaction was just as damning as Everett’s blatant disregard for their rules, but in the end they adhere to what the elder had just decided. They only wished to make their disapproval clear as well as make it known that they will come to regret the choice that was made. There were some whom saw the benefits of Everett research. He managed to do things that was believed to be impossible, and many of those things were beneficial not only to their people but humanity as a whole. At least, until they saw the village. Everett traveled there with the pretense of a druid whom had come to heal the villagers both body and soul. What he did was anything but that. He used his magic to twisted the villagers into abhorrent creatures. It was difficult to say what he had turned them into, but it was clear they were no longer human.
They were so appalled by what he had done, and while many screamed for justice be served they knew his crime was too great for a mortal judgement. They called upon their gods. Some of those whom had protested against the decision not to take a stronger stance against Everett believed they had angered the gods. They had allowed this evil to happen as a way to show their disapproval. Therefore, they would not heed their prayers as they had made their bed and now they needed to lay in it. They discovered that their prayers did not go ignored. They came swooping down from the heavens to demand Everett ceased what he was doing or they will revoke the gift they had graciously granted him.
Everett laughed at this.They could not take back what was never theirs. He could not say for the others of the order. It was very possible that their magic was gifts given to them by the gods, but his was not. His magic was a part of him. No, it was more than that. He was magic. He was beyond them. He ebbed and flowed in ways they possibly couldn’t understand. This did not pleased the gods. It was unclear if it was because he did not cower before them or because they feared what it might mean if he had spoken the truth. They decided that there was only one way to deal with the situation, and that was to prove to everyone—including themselves—that he was deluded. It was decided that the only way to do this was to stripe him of his magic.
Things, however, did not go according to plan. Instead of stripping him of his magic they turned Everett into a statue. They did not allow their mortal subjects know this had been a mistake. They told their followers they had cursed him to be within that started, and he would remain there until the last mountain crumbles into dust. The truth, however, was they had no idea how long he would remain within that state, and as such decided to take precautions to ensure he never enters their house once he breaks free. Much time passed before Everett managed to do just that. Perhaps more than even he believes. He tried his best to calculate how long he had been encased in stone, but such a task proves challenging when almost all evidences of his people have been lost within the sands of time.
The new occupants, however, were overjoyed to find a link to bygone days. They concluded that Everett must be a god, and his being encased in stone like he had been proved their theory that some great force had swept across the land and imprisoned all these ancient people’s gods. They are uncertain why this was done. Some believe that these people were whisked away to another realm thus leaving their lands fresh for the picking for any people looking for a place to call home. Others claim that they and Everett people were one in the same. They concluded without their gods to guide them they had to seek guidance from somewhere else, and that shaped their society into what it was now. Whatever the case, they all believed that the other gods had been imprisoned like Everett had been.
Everett knew this was not the case. He did not know what happened to his people. What he did know was he leaned towards the belief that his people were long gone before the currant occupation came. He did not know why, and it wouldn’t be until many many years later before it was revealed his suspicions were correct. As for their gods. They were still about. Everett was very aware they had not intended to turn him into a statue, and had taken every measures to ensure he does not wander into their halls. He know that
These people Everett found himself among came to worship him as one of their own gods. They came up with myths for him, and it was largely forgotten that he was believed to be a god of those whom came before. This lasted until conquerors came from the south demanding they renounce their gods and worship the one the invaders have brought. At first, they resisted, but as time went on any hope of these invader going back whence they came waned. They started to see sense in what these newcomers said. The gods they had worship for years must be false ones as they did not answer their prayers to send the invaders back to where they had came from. Everett doesn’t know why the others did not answer these prayers. Perhaps, it was for the same reason as him.
Everett saw no reason to. He didn’t need to prove he was a god, and those whom were true believers will know he is one without concrete proof. Unfortunately, there were only a few for whom faith alone was enough evidence that the gods they had been following for centuries were indeed what they claimed to be. Those whom came to worship the invaders’ God decided that the old ones needed to be removed from the picture. With the help of their new God, they manage to seal them away. Everett found this amusing.
Present
Whatever the case
may be, Everett allowed himself to be locked away. He stayed there for
awhile before making his escape. He
gathers a following before the process begin again. Through, as the
years past the reason for locking him up had less to do with obeying the
will of one’s god(s), and more to do with finding what he was doing
abhorrent. The time he remained within his prison varies. There, are,
also times when he rejects any attempt to seal him away.
During all this, Everett sought more understanding about himself. He had no idea where he came from or even what he was. He just knew he wasn’t like the others around him. He knows he isn’t what he claims to be. He isn’t a god like the other deities he had come across his long existence, but referring to himself as such is the closest way of understanding himself. He decided that perhaps having children will help him gain better understanding of himself, but so far none of his children have inherited his unique traits. Many are talented. Some have magic.Some have long lives. Some are revered as gods. Yet none are truly made from the same cloth as he. This has allowed him to wonder if whatever he might be was not something that can be inherited. Perhaps, he really was magic.
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