Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 16:48:27 GMT
EVERETT G. CROWE
FEBRUARY 28TH
18
CAMP JUPITER
MUNIFEX, COHORT V
APOLLO
CLAIMED
Everett has the ability to heal people. The bigger the injury, the more energy it requires for him to heal it. Small scrapes and bruises don’t take much and he’d have to heal them continually for hours for them to tire him out. Deep and big wounds on the other hand take a lot of energy just to heal the one. After a lot of practice he has managed to figure out how to make them scab over, which buys some time to get help. The biggest injury he ever healed was a broken bone. He managed to heal it, but the result was him fainting and not waking up until the next day, still quite weak. His powers are slightly stronger if he’s using them in the sunlight, or if he’s singing.
VITAKINESIS
Everett is an outgoing, honest, down to earth kind of guy. He likes to smile and have a good time, which he does whenever he can. He’s helpful by nature, and usually lends a hand to people who need it. He enjoys getting to know new people and making new friends. He’s determined to the point of stubbornness, which is why he came to Camp Jupiter and made Munifex so quickly. It’s not always good though, many times he doesn’t give up on things when he should because of it.
While Everett is usually a pretty open person, there are some things he clings to and some he won’t talk about. He never takes off his dog tags and he doesn’t go into detail about the war. He also still wears mostly old-fashioned clothes and cuts his hair in the same way as in the forties. Some nights he wakes up covered in sweat, his heart racing, sometimes screaming sometimes not. From time to time the dreams seep into daytime, and he finds himself thinking about things he doesn’t want to remember over and over again. These days usually end with either drinking or pushing his body too hard while training or using his powers. He doesn’t like to talk about any of this, and usually he won’t either.
While Everett is usually a pretty open person, there are some things he clings to and some he won’t talk about. He never takes off his dog tags and he doesn’t go into detail about the war. He also still wears mostly old-fashioned clothes and cuts his hair in the same way as in the forties. Some nights he wakes up covered in sweat, his heart racing, sometimes screaming sometimes not. From time to time the dreams seep into daytime, and he finds himself thinking about things he doesn’t want to remember over and over again. These days usually end with either drinking or pushing his body too hard while training or using his powers. He doesn’t like to talk about any of this, and usually he won’t either.
PERSONALITY
On February 28th 1927 Beatrice Crowe gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Everett Gustave Crowe. When Everett was born Beatrice had been a widow for seven months already, and everyone felt sorry for the poor woman who now had to bring up the boy by herself. They might not have felt so sorry for her if they knew that while the child was named after Beatrice’s late husband it wasn’t his child. She had had a dalliance with Apollo, which she wasn’t proud of but her husband’s condition was getting so bad that she knew he didn’t have long left. When she realized she was with child was when she found out that Apollo wasn’t just any ordinary man, but in fact a roman god.
They didn’t have a lot of money when Everett was growing up, but they made due and he was a happy child. His mother was a traiteuse, and those whom she helped often gave them gifts as thanks. When Everett was nine years old his mother started teaching him some basics, and he soon realized he had a knack for healing. Whenever he helped someone with some smaller ailments under his mother’s watchful eyes she’d smile sadly when the bruises and cuts vanished as if by magic. He even went as far as healing a friend's broken arm when he was 15, though he was never quite sure if that was real or not because they’d stolen some alcohol and weren’t quite sober. Actually they were rather drunk, seeing as he passed out right afterwards.
Out of a sense of duty Everett lied about his age and enlisted in the army at 16. He was pleased when he was chosen to be a medic, healing was what he was good at after all. It didn’t take long for him to realize that his skills only went that far when he first saw action on D-Day. He lost faith in God, which was where he thought his skills came from, and took to singing instead of praying if he could when he worked. He soon realized that his abilities where still there, they were in fact getting better. He didn’t quite understand what this meant, but he started to have suspicions he wasn’t quite the ordinary fella.
In 1945, only a few days after he turned 18, Everett died. The last thing he can remember before nothingness is seeing himself wake up at home. Of course that didn’t quite happen in the normal sense of the word. Everett’s remains were found years and years after the war. Since his dog-tags were still intact they could fulfill Beatrice Crowe’s dying wish, to have her son’s body in his empty grave. The night after Everett’s body was buried he woke up in a dark, confined space with not much air. Somehow he managed to dig his way out on the sheer power of adrenaline, though he has no recollection of doing so. The next thing he remembers is standing outside his old apartment building dressed in clothes that aren’t his own.
He instinctually finds his way to the wolf house after a run in with a monster he barely escapes alive. When he gets there things about his past start to fall into place. After a while he’s deemed ready to go to Camp Jupiter, so he sets off. He doesn’t meet many monsters on the way, but when he does he doesn’t fair nearly as poorly as before. After a little less than a month he gets promoted from Probatio to Munifex for risking himself to help some hurt fellow campers. That’s also when he is claimed. He’s still not quite adjusted to the modern world and he doesn’t know why his father decided to save him all those years ago, but he’s determined to try to make the best of his second chance.
They didn’t have a lot of money when Everett was growing up, but they made due and he was a happy child. His mother was a traiteuse, and those whom she helped often gave them gifts as thanks. When Everett was nine years old his mother started teaching him some basics, and he soon realized he had a knack for healing. Whenever he helped someone with some smaller ailments under his mother’s watchful eyes she’d smile sadly when the bruises and cuts vanished as if by magic. He even went as far as healing a friend's broken arm when he was 15, though he was never quite sure if that was real or not because they’d stolen some alcohol and weren’t quite sober. Actually they were rather drunk, seeing as he passed out right afterwards.
Out of a sense of duty Everett lied about his age and enlisted in the army at 16. He was pleased when he was chosen to be a medic, healing was what he was good at after all. It didn’t take long for him to realize that his skills only went that far when he first saw action on D-Day. He lost faith in God, which was where he thought his skills came from, and took to singing instead of praying if he could when he worked. He soon realized that his abilities where still there, they were in fact getting better. He didn’t quite understand what this meant, but he started to have suspicions he wasn’t quite the ordinary fella.
In 1945, only a few days after he turned 18, Everett died. The last thing he can remember before nothingness is seeing himself wake up at home. Of course that didn’t quite happen in the normal sense of the word. Everett’s remains were found years and years after the war. Since his dog-tags were still intact they could fulfill Beatrice Crowe’s dying wish, to have her son’s body in his empty grave. The night after Everett’s body was buried he woke up in a dark, confined space with not much air. Somehow he managed to dig his way out on the sheer power of adrenaline, though he has no recollection of doing so. The next thing he remembers is standing outside his old apartment building dressed in clothes that aren’t his own.
He instinctually finds his way to the wolf house after a run in with a monster he barely escapes alive. When he gets there things about his past start to fall into place. After a while he’s deemed ready to go to Camp Jupiter, so he sets off. He doesn’t meet many monsters on the way, but when he does he doesn’t fair nearly as poorly as before. After a little less than a month he gets promoted from Probatio to Munifex for risking himself to help some hurt fellow campers. That’s also when he is claimed. He’s still not quite adjusted to the modern world and he doesn’t know why his father decided to save him all those years ago, but he’s determined to try to make the best of his second chance.
CHARACTER HISTORY
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