Whatever adversity may come our way, little one, we will weather and overcome together.
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Stoical Survivor
Marital Status: widowed
Hair Color: auburn
Eye Color: pale blue
Description: Just one glance spared in Everett's direction may glean his hardiness and physical prowess. Taut muscles were built over decades of laborious farm work: carrying hay bales, tilling wheat fields, and hauling trade goods upon his broad shoulders. He's tall and bulky in stature, but gentle in his motions, as though fully aware of just how strong he is, and what kind of damage he can inflict upon his surroundings with minimal effort. Weathered skin has been marred by many years of sun exposure, though that reality does not detract much from classically handsome facial features. Irises of the darkest blue are softened by wrinkles which fan out from the outer corners of his lids, and crease all the deeper with a smile. His teeth are not set in perfect rows by any means, but still maintain a proper hue of off-white that compliments his good hygiene. Oftentimes he prefers to don a short layer of stubble, else a full beard with hints of auburn and gray hues interspersed.
Personality: Smiles once came easily to Everett's visage, but no longer. That isn't to say he is incapable of expressing happiness when the occasion warrants it, only that such feelings are a rare, precious commodity at all, especially in the wake of his life's greatest tragedy. When a smile does happen upon his weathered face, one might find it an infectious experience. When Everett speaks, it is with gentility and calm inflection, never rising to the occasion to show anger unless purposefully pushed to it. His presence is a salve to noisome situations; he radiates pleasant repose in a world of chaos. Conversation, though infrequent, is easy and comfortable. Sometimes all he needs is to be drawn out with the right topic, then he'll exchange stories and witticisms with all the familiarity of a good, close friend.
Everett has always been a hard worker, throwing himself deep into his daily tasks with little room spared for distraction. Now, he works himself to the brink of danger: forgetting to eat, struggling to sleep, failing to socialize with those around him who care for his well being. All that he does is done for the sake of his only son. That is what matters to him most.
Background: Everett was born to a common family living a wealthy life upon a successful farm. The Maleres were well known for their incredibly fertile land, which yielded enough crops each harvest to sustain the Oathlands year-round. From his youth, Everett developed a sense of deep, unwavering responsibility for this farm. As the eldest of two sons, the land would inevitably be passed down to him; it was in his best interest to ensure its success for future generations.
At the age of twenty-five, Everett married his childhood friend, Adrienne, and thereafter welcomed the arrival of their first and only child, a boy named Tristan. They lived and worked together peacefully on the farm for nine years, and then everything changed. It was a lovely summer's day that Everett took Tristan to the borders of Acorn Hill, deep within the woods, for a fishing lesson along the banks of a rushing river. When the trip came to a close and it was time to return home, they discovered all roads leading to the town were blocked by debris and littered with the bodies of dead soldiers bearing the sigil of House Moore. Panicked and fearing the worst, Everett cut a way through the debris and discovered the whole barony had been utterly decimated by an invading clan of shavs, and all those present had been killed, including his father and his sweet, innocent wife.
With his home and livelihood in ruins, and a young son depending on him alone for survival, Everett had to settle and find work elsewhere. He enlisted with the Keaton Timberwolves, serving for over a year to defend Oakhaven and its forests from invasion by shav tribes and serving justice to those he believed destroyed his home and family. After a year of soldiering, and when it seemed at last all hope of returning home was lost forever, Everett learned that a surviving member of House Moore surfaced, pressed a claim for the barony, and led a successful expedition to reclaim and restore Acorn Hill to its former glory. Everett immediately reached out to his brother, Breccan, and together they committed to speak with the new Baroness of Acorn Hill about resettling on their former lands in the hopes of reviving their family legacy and starting anew.
|Aelgar||I am surprised and pleased as hell to see this man here at Medeia's class. Not only because he is investing unexpectedly in Lord Vellichor's bounty, but because he might be able to help me learn what I need to succeed in The Explorers. Open and friendly man, probably a good one to count in the social newtork.|
|Anisha||Messere Everett wears his profession plain in both his garb and body, and he is the kind of salt-of-the-earth that the Oathlands so proudly produces. Him, his brother, and his produce stand is a breath of fresh air this Autumn, and a lovely addition to the capital.|
|Ariella||Seems like an honest to fault farmer. Has plenty of goods to offer, and, amongst them is some of the best cider I've ever had. The crew would certainly love it.|
|Audgrim||Solid like an oak, cheerful and happy. Wouldn't mind having him at my back. Or perhaps standing behind him, he's huge.|
|Cambria||A charming man of the Oathlands. We met under curious circumstances, it must be said, but I was struck by his friendly demeanor and willingness to listen to my idea. I definitely intend to utilize his knowledge and expertise to transform this little dream into a reality.|
|Caprice||One of the Malere brothers, passionate about his produce which I can certainly appreciate! Never a bad thing, knowing more people who can cook. I wonder how he'd take to Guild life?|
|Cirroch||Possibly an inventor? Making fluffy cakes he calls waffles.|
|Cristoph||A very polite young man with a passion for farming and produce.|
|Enya||A charming if simple farmer man, Seems reliable yes, but maybe would not trust with anything too complex. Perhaps we can share our love and knowledge of the natural world|
|Esme||A farmer!! How amazing is that. To spend a life growing things that nurish people. It is a remarkable path to walk. I am most certain we are sure to be the fastest of friends.|
|Ezekiel||A chance meeting at the Black Fox, has left me with a joy of a new place to play.|
|Giada||An eager farmer in the big city.|
|Ilira||So, so dashing with the quick winks and the big smiles. Just because we didn't talk, don't think I didn't notice you. And how wondrously commendable to host an event of this calibor on one's first day back to the city! I am impressed.|
|Jamie||A woodsman and a member of the Timberwolves; he seems a solid man. Definitely knows his way around a forest, as it were. He didn't so much as blink when I asked to solve the crisis with words, instead of weapons. Restraint is a necessary quality in any solider, past or present.|
|Jenessa||A man with a lofty height akin to that of a tree. I think he works with my cousin in some fashion, and seems to have talent with animals. Works well in a team.|
|Lianne||More than enough warmth to share with strangers. Insightful storytelling.|
|Liara||One can always appreciate somebody who knows how to prepare good food, not least when it comes to desserts. He seems a mannerly fellow, appropriately diligent about his work, and, apparently, quite eager about good tiaras.|
|Mabelle||Lively man once you pull him out of his shell. I anticipate great things for him with the right guidance.|
|Norwood||A man of the soil, in fact, he reminds me greatly of my grandfather Jethro with one distinct difference- you wouldn't have gotten grandpa to the city for all the honey in the world.|
|Piccola||The man's demeanor reminds me of another man's, one who saved a young woman long ago. In the complexity I find myself in, I find myself indulging in the simple things in life.|
|Porter||This man is a dedicated farmer who cares greatly for potatoes, beets, onions, pancakes, waffles and also his horse whose name is Nanners or Nanette.|
|Rinel||On such shoulders was the Oathlands made the land of honour it is today. A good man.|
|Samira||A new arrival to the city and the sort of solid, resourceful person who makes life seem rather refreshingly uncomplicated. There's something to be said for using what resources are available to you and leaning upon practicality.|
|Sorrel||An Oathlander from up near Acorn Hill with an interest in leatherworking. I hope he adjusts well to life here in Arx. It's a very different change, but I have hope that he'll really make good on it. He's got a good sense of humor and an easy manner about him.|
|Zakhar||A keen salesmen, needs to work on where such fantastical things such as werewolves are brought up. Could also be a lovely bedtime story...|