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Post by Everett King on Feb 10, 2014 19:18:10 GMT -6
EVERETT JOHNSON KING
23//MALE//BISEXUAL//KAMI//COOK//CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY
POWER INFO:
Kami
[Paper God]
Description:
Everett has the ability to bring whatever he draws to life. With concentration he can bring the creation off paper. However this power is limited to drawings, he cannot bring words or stories to life or create alternate worlds within his work. The larger the drawing the harder it is to animate. However once the creation is off the paper it's connection with Rett is snapped and while the creation is no longer draining his energy, he also has no control over it's actions, mentality or movements. The only way he can destroy one of his creations is if he ruins the drawing, either by drawing through it or tearing the paper.
Due to his inability to control his creations Everett refrains from drawing in front of others, and will only do it when alone, so that he can quickly erase it if necessary. He loves to draw and does not wish to sleep, even if he knows it is dangerous to continue.
Similarly he can also manipulate ink from the pen, or draw it out of paper. With a strong mentality he can shape it and harden it into shapes. While this power is largely useless, he can make a rather dandy spike or blade with it - if only temporarily.
Pulling his creations out of paper weakens Everett, as they take his own energy to give themselves life. The larger the image the more energy he will lose.
Everett is a fairly tall and lanky youth, standing at approximately 6'2". For all his height he is quite skinny in the legs, though his shoulders have broadened naturally due to his swimming habits. Similarly he was wiry muscle along his arms and legs and the faintest muscle definition on his abdominal region. He enjoys flaunting it for the minuscule definition that it is.
His hair is a sandy blonde with natural sun-highlights on his crown and ends, once again from outdoor swimming in the summer. His facial features are quite sharp and defined, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. His eyes are framed by dark lashes, and are dark green in colour. Ever has a pale scar on his left collarbone, though he doesn't remember where he got it. His left forearm is covered in a single burn scar from when he dropped boiling water onto himself during his first few years learning culinary skills.
Usually caught wearing jeans and loose white shirts, Ever tends to accessorize his outfits with numerous leather necklaces and bracelets, as well as three earrings in his left ear.
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Quirky, bashful, stubborn and alive are the best words to put to Everett's name. He's always got a smile ready to share and loves to laugh. Food is his love and his life, and it is his belief that he can pass on his smile through his cooking, and it always certain to prepare the very best for all his charges. He takes responsibilities very strongly and once charged with something, will never drop it until his charge is complete.
He is thick-headed and stubborn. If he has an idea, it's going to happen and there wont be no two ways about it. He's selfless in most matters, but if he has something he loves or respects he can be incredibly selfish and possessive. He loves secrets, though unfortunately has a terrible memory, and often forgets them after a day or two.
Ever is a restless soul and always needs to be moving in some way. Whether he's pacing, tapping his fingers or even just singing as he walks, he is a man of action and can't stand being still. This could also be why he as a slight sleeping problem, finding it difficult to fall asleep each night without outside assistance.
Ever is a water baby at heart, and he'll swim, surf, whatever, until his fingers are pruny and his lips are blue. He has a love of showers and all things warm and will often shoot his water bill off the charts with his lengthy baths and showers. He is an avid surfer and finds the sounds of waves relaxing, often playing them on a recording as he falls asleep.
His hair is a sandy blonde with natural sun-highlights on his crown and ends, once again from outdoor swimming in the summer. His facial features are quite sharp and defined, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin. His eyes are framed by dark lashes, and are dark green in colour. Ever has a pale scar on his left collarbone, though he doesn't remember where he got it. His left forearm is covered in a single burn scar from when he dropped boiling water onto himself during his first few years learning culinary skills.
Usually caught wearing jeans and loose white shirts, Ever tends to accessorize his outfits with numerous leather necklaces and bracelets, as well as three earrings in his left ear.
....
Quirky, bashful, stubborn and alive are the best words to put to Everett's name. He's always got a smile ready to share and loves to laugh. Food is his love and his life, and it is his belief that he can pass on his smile through his cooking, and it always certain to prepare the very best for all his charges. He takes responsibilities very strongly and once charged with something, will never drop it until his charge is complete.
He is thick-headed and stubborn. If he has an idea, it's going to happen and there wont be no two ways about it. He's selfless in most matters, but if he has something he loves or respects he can be incredibly selfish and possessive. He loves secrets, though unfortunately has a terrible memory, and often forgets them after a day or two.
Ever is a restless soul and always needs to be moving in some way. Whether he's pacing, tapping his fingers or even just singing as he walks, he is a man of action and can't stand being still. This could also be why he as a slight sleeping problem, finding it difficult to fall asleep each night without outside assistance.
Ever is a water baby at heart, and he'll swim, surf, whatever, until his fingers are pruny and his lips are blue. He has a love of showers and all things warm and will often shoot his water bill off the charts with his lengthy baths and showers. He is an avid surfer and finds the sounds of waves relaxing, often playing them on a recording as he falls asleep.
FATHER:
Thomason James King
MOTHER:
Jennifer Brown King
BROTHER:
Gabriel Fyther King
PET:
Diablo
Thomason James King
MOTHER:
Jennifer Brown King
BROTHER:
Gabriel Fyther King
PET:
Diablo
Everett was born to a relatively poor couple, Jennifer and Thomason. Aside from their financial status the two were relatively normal in everything, except perhaps the fact that they were mutants. They kept the fact quite well-hidden until Everett's fifteenth.
At the age of three, Everett found himself with a sibling, a little boy that his parents named Gabriel. Growing up, the brothers were incredibly close, with Gabe following Ever practically everywhere. They're company was all they had and all they needed in an otherwise dim life. With both parents working two jobs to keep their roof up, Everett took over raising Gabe, for the most part.
Following in his mother's artistic background, Ever had always had a knack for drawing, and his surprise was tangible the day he drew and discovered his drawings coming to life. He had been drawing a knife and cut himself on a blade that suddenly became real.
After that the wall of lies started falling, and Ever found himself welcomed into the world of the 'gifted'. Similar to his parents, Ever was a mutant.
At school Everett was neither gifted nor motivated, and a great deal of the time his notebooks were filled with drawings and sketches instead of any actual work. Because of this, tensions developed between he and his brother, who had not had the privledge of attending school. His parents had worked had enough trying to get Ever a base education, and where Gabe saw this as a perfect opportunity for Everett to thank them, he lacked any motivation. He slunk around in the background, not feeling any real need to draw attention to himself. There was no drive in his life and nothing pushing him towards a goal. He saw no end, and had no dream to accomplish. Life was a tedious routine to the adolescent, and he could not be bothered changing it, yet could not be pacified with his life how it was.
On a stroke of boredom he attempted to make a batch of cookies at home for his folks. The burst of curiosity resulted to a torched kitchen and a very terrifying scolding from his parents. The punishment of ruining his family kitchen and blowing up the stove did exactly the opposite of what Ever had been expecting. He became motivated. Gabe however, became furious. The brother's already tenuous relationship became crippled before snapping entirely, Gabe's dedication to his family facing off against Everett's desire to explore his own future. In an attempt to make it up to his parents, Rett dedicated the next few years of his life learning the art of culinary creation. Once he actually began to enjoy cooking he took over dinner preparation from his mother and found himself accelerating [through no natural skill of his own] through the art.
After graduation, with no wonderful grades to boast of, Everett instead used his wallet to get into a culinary academy, and trained to be a chef. He moved away from home, leaving his parents and brother behind. It wasn't an expensive profession, but his family had never had expensive taste, and money didn't seem important. It wasn't a desire to please now that urged him on, but a genuine love for cooking that he had discovered along the way. It was perhaps because he saw cooking as another form of art, and unlike his drawing experiences, his food did not come to life. It was simply a way for Ever to express himself without putting his person or his family in danger.
In his first week of the culinary academy he dropped a pot of boiling pasta and water and badly scalded his arm. While initially worried it would impede on both his drawing and his cooking, the damage was not incredibly serious, and he reasoned that as long as he had his hands to work with, a single scar did not matter.
After graduation Everett began looking for work and stumbled across the Bellefonte Academy, which [for obvious reasons] seemed like a heaven on earth. He is currently being employed by the academy board as the school chef.
At the age of three, Everett found himself with a sibling, a little boy that his parents named Gabriel. Growing up, the brothers were incredibly close, with Gabe following Ever practically everywhere. They're company was all they had and all they needed in an otherwise dim life. With both parents working two jobs to keep their roof up, Everett took over raising Gabe, for the most part.
Following in his mother's artistic background, Ever had always had a knack for drawing, and his surprise was tangible the day he drew and discovered his drawings coming to life. He had been drawing a knife and cut himself on a blade that suddenly became real.
After that the wall of lies started falling, and Ever found himself welcomed into the world of the 'gifted'. Similar to his parents, Ever was a mutant.
At school Everett was neither gifted nor motivated, and a great deal of the time his notebooks were filled with drawings and sketches instead of any actual work. Because of this, tensions developed between he and his brother, who had not had the privledge of attending school. His parents had worked had enough trying to get Ever a base education, and where Gabe saw this as a perfect opportunity for Everett to thank them, he lacked any motivation. He slunk around in the background, not feeling any real need to draw attention to himself. There was no drive in his life and nothing pushing him towards a goal. He saw no end, and had no dream to accomplish. Life was a tedious routine to the adolescent, and he could not be bothered changing it, yet could not be pacified with his life how it was.
On a stroke of boredom he attempted to make a batch of cookies at home for his folks. The burst of curiosity resulted to a torched kitchen and a very terrifying scolding from his parents. The punishment of ruining his family kitchen and blowing up the stove did exactly the opposite of what Ever had been expecting. He became motivated. Gabe however, became furious. The brother's already tenuous relationship became crippled before snapping entirely, Gabe's dedication to his family facing off against Everett's desire to explore his own future. In an attempt to make it up to his parents, Rett dedicated the next few years of his life learning the art of culinary creation. Once he actually began to enjoy cooking he took over dinner preparation from his mother and found himself accelerating [through no natural skill of his own] through the art.
After graduation, with no wonderful grades to boast of, Everett instead used his wallet to get into a culinary academy, and trained to be a chef. He moved away from home, leaving his parents and brother behind. It wasn't an expensive profession, but his family had never had expensive taste, and money didn't seem important. It wasn't a desire to please now that urged him on, but a genuine love for cooking that he had discovered along the way. It was perhaps because he saw cooking as another form of art, and unlike his drawing experiences, his food did not come to life. It was simply a way for Ever to express himself without putting his person or his family in danger.
In his first week of the culinary academy he dropped a pot of boiling pasta and water and badly scalded his arm. While initially worried it would impede on both his drawing and his cooking, the damage was not incredibly serious, and he reasoned that as long as he had his hands to work with, a single scar did not matter.
After graduation Everett began looking for work and stumbled across the Bellefonte Academy, which [for obvious reasons] seemed like a heaven on earth. He is currently being employed by the academy board as the school chef.
”Booooooring,” Jax called, pausing to see if anyone was going to reply. Nobody did and he absently went back to spinning his empty glass back and forth in his hands. It was very rare that he was stood up, it was even rarer that he try dating in the first place. Usually work kept him too busy for relationships, and no individual he had ever dated had quite lived up to his standards. After that, strange ‘accidents’ had befallen them all. Strange.
Now he was reminded for another reason as to why he didn’t date. It wasn’t the first time he’d been stood up, it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it didn’t happen often enough for him to be able to be used to it. Jackson wasn’t the type to get angry and rant, or start bawling like a child. Instead, he was merely brushing it off, deciding to simple forget it and drink the night away to have something to do. He had no work scheduled tomorrow, and life was boring without a little fun now and again. As of yet though, he was alone in his boredom with nothing to alleviate it but making funny faces in the mirror on the other side of the room.
It was a Saturday, no class tomorrow and no people he had been hired to kill. There weren’t any interesting plays on tonight, though he was booked in for one tomorrow that he had almost had a heart attack over. Yes, a man sappy over Shakespeare and the theatre, yet even giddier when it came to blood and hacking. He was a little odd. But who wouldn’t be excited about Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods? it was a hilarious show. Too bad he never had anyone to go with. His students were interested, it was literature, of course they would be. But seriously, how creepy could he get? He was a serial killer, not a paedophile.
He had class.
Randomly starting to whistle It Takes Two from the play, he began sneaking serviettes from the storage container and ripping them into pieces thoughtfully for no particular reason other than boredom. To see if he would get a reaction from the crowd, he turned in his seat. There was only so much boring he could take, and any reaction would be better than making confetti out of paper like a depressed man. ”I’ve been married to a horse for ten years and she’s never once loved me!”
So there.
USERNAME: trick
AGE GROUP: 17
EXPERIENCE: approximately 5 years
Now he was reminded for another reason as to why he didn’t date. It wasn’t the first time he’d been stood up, it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it didn’t happen often enough for him to be able to be used to it. Jackson wasn’t the type to get angry and rant, or start bawling like a child. Instead, he was merely brushing it off, deciding to simple forget it and drink the night away to have something to do. He had no work scheduled tomorrow, and life was boring without a little fun now and again. As of yet though, he was alone in his boredom with nothing to alleviate it but making funny faces in the mirror on the other side of the room.
It was a Saturday, no class tomorrow and no people he had been hired to kill. There weren’t any interesting plays on tonight, though he was booked in for one tomorrow that he had almost had a heart attack over. Yes, a man sappy over Shakespeare and the theatre, yet even giddier when it came to blood and hacking. He was a little odd. But who wouldn’t be excited about Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods? it was a hilarious show. Too bad he never had anyone to go with. His students were interested, it was literature, of course they would be. But seriously, how creepy could he get? He was a serial killer, not a paedophile.
He had class.
Randomly starting to whistle It Takes Two from the play, he began sneaking serviettes from the storage container and ripping them into pieces thoughtfully for no particular reason other than boredom. To see if he would get a reaction from the crowd, he turned in his seat. There was only so much boring he could take, and any reaction would be better than making confetti out of paper like a depressed man. ”I’ve been married to a horse for ten years and she’s never once loved me!”
So there.
USERNAME: trick
AGE GROUP: 17
EXPERIENCE: approximately 5 years
