Everard Took
Dec 19, 2018 21:05:50 GMT -5
Post by Everard Took on Dec 19, 2018 21:05:50 GMT -5
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Character Name: Everard Took
Race: Hobbit
Age: 48
Date of Birth: April 29th, 2962
Place of Birth: Born in Nobottle, and for a brief stint of time lived in Little Delving, and another time in Bree.
Current Residence: Oatbarton, North Farthing, The Shire
Occupation: Naturalist and Writer
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Everard is a hobbit of normal stature, not too thin, nor too fat, though his face is cheerful and well-fed on most occasions. He has bright blue eyes, brownish hair, and feet that have the thickest soles for their love of forest wanderings. He is often found to wear a waistcoat and trousers, and is never found without a pocket handkerchief, though he at times only has a filthy one on hand when he is among his wanderings! He has held the same grey traveling cloak for many years, and will not soon replace it for it was given to him by his great grandfather on his 15th birthday. Everard is of the small stature of the race of halflings. Though they are stout and can endure many things, Everard is not skilled in any weapon, nor does he carry protection with him on his journeys.
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Everard is a very intellectual hobbit. He is neither quiet nor outspoken, somewhere in between, but he always thinks before he says a word. He is cheerful in nature, and takes most situations with other hobbits lightly, as he has grown up in a large household with many women. He simply knows when to speak and when not to. As of late he has become a bit more secretive in his dealings, and is less likely to tell you the whole story when you ask him a question.
Everard is a naturalist and a writer. His daily activities are wandering between the homes of a few sisters who live near him for his daily meals, observing the flora and fauna of his backyard vegetable garden, and exploring distant regions in search of new varieties of plants. His other responsibilities include the writing down of his findings on edible roots and plants, and selling roots and herbs to various customers.
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Parents: Erling Took and Petunia Greengrass of Nobottle
Siblings: Lilac (45), Marigold (43), Alyssa (42), Iris (40), Dahlia (39), Acacia (38), and Clover (36).
Spouse: None, he's been much too busy.
Children: Oh no.
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Everard is a naturalist and a writer. His daily activities are wandering between the homes of a few sisters who live near him for his daily meals, observing the flora and fauna of his backyard vegetable garden, and exploring distant regions in search of new varieties of plants. His other responsibilities include the writing down of his findings on edible roots and plants, and selling roots and herbs to various customers.
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Parents: Erling Took and Petunia Greengrass of Nobottle
Siblings: Lilac (45), Marigold (43), Alyssa (42), Iris (40), Dahlia (39), Acacia (38), and Clover (36).
Spouse: None, he's been much too busy.
Children: Oh no.
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Born the eldest child among seven sisters, as a youth Everard had a bit of responsibility. Rouse the girls, carry in the water, tend to the garden. His mother was busy enough cooking day in and day out for all those hungry little hobbit mouths.
Born the eldest child among seven sisters, as a youth Everard had a bit of responsibility. Rouse the girls, carry in the water, tend to the garden. His mother was busy enough cooking day in and day out for all those hungry little hobbit mouths.
Nobottle is a quaint little village north of Hobbiton, near Little Delving and Needlehole, and on the very north west edge of the Shire. As a youth, Everard escaped the frantic of his female household by his outdoor explorations. He acquired a walking stick and a knapsack and took off. He had a fondness for visiting the edges Rushuck Bog. What surprising creatures lived there! He could spend hours turning over logs to spot salamanders and skinks, and even more hours looking for little pools where frogs and turtles dwelled. Even more interesting was the plant life. Insect eating plants, and bright flowers, and little green sponges that squirmed incessantly under water until you pulled them out; then they were like pudding in your hand. A soft spongy mat grew over the waters and one could jump upon it and be propelled much higher than hobbit legs could take you on your own. He was told the dangers of falling through; the murky depths… hundreds and thousands of hobbit children had died playing on the bog, he supposed. But he was one of the brave ones, one of the smart ones.
Nobottle is a quaint little village north of Hobbiton, near Little Delving and Needlehole, and on the very north west edge of the Shire. As a youth, Everard escaped the frantic of his female household by his outdoor explorations. He acquired a walking stick and a knapsack and took off. He had a fondness for visiting the edges Rushuck Bog. What surprising creatures lived there! He could spend hours turning over logs to spot salamanders and skinks, and even more hours looking for little pools where frogs and turtles dwelled. Even more interesting was the plant life. Insect eating plants, and bright flowers, and little green sponges that squirmed incessantly under water until you pulled them out; then they were like pudding in your hand. A soft spongy mat grew over the waters and one could jump upon it and be propelled much higher than hobbit legs could take you on your own. He was told the dangers of falling through; the murky depths… hundreds and thousands of hobbit children had died playing on the bog, he supposed. But he was one of the brave ones, one of the smart ones.
As a teen, once he had his own bedroom apart from the girls, Everard started a collection. Hobbits are known to aquire many things over their lifetimes, but Everard was odd in his own account and started to collect bugs. Bugs, flowers, green plants. He had different categories. They each had their spaces. He would press the plants until they dried and made many a book of his findings. Each was identified and some were discovered, but by the end of his teen years, Everard had explored as far east as Bindbole Wood and as far west as the edge of the Western Moors. He knew the name and purpose of every plant from here to there in the Shire, and kept records of all the animal life he encountered. He never left without a small book to record his findings and sketches.
In his tween years, Everard was allowed much more freedom from his parents. They were still in the process of raising seven hobbit lasses, and were hardly aware of his wanderings, not realizing that on a week long outing Everard had climbed the rocky crags to the north and discovered the Old North Road that led past the Dim Hills and west to the River Lune, where he filled a whole book of new plants, and could barely carry back all that he wished to. On this journey he had his first sighting of a wolf, highly feared among hobbits, and he quickly made his return journey. Later on into his tweens he attempted again a northward journey and with a map managed to come upon the old Ruins of Annuminas. He had hoped to continue northward someday and perhaps reach the Ice Bay, for he had heard of a few tundra plants that could grow among the crags in the warmer season, but he was cut off at the River Brandywine by howls of far too many wolves on the northern shore. However, by the end of his tweens, Everard's journeys had become ever longer, and he had explored the entirety of the Shire, and even outside of it, from the Tower Hills, where he first met the elves, to the Far Mountains and the Southern Marshes. To the east he had been as far as the South Downs and the Weather Hills. These were the boundaries that most hobbits had never left, but Everard was different. He needed to leave. He had far too many shrill sisters living at his parents home.
On his 33rd birthday, Everard left his parents home, taking all his worldly possessions (mostly his plant and bug collections), and moved to Oatbarton in the North Farthing. He spent most of his days organizing and redrawing his descriptions, and made publish of a few books of common plants and guides including the most popular; “Cooking Herbs for Noonday Meals” and “Roots and Shoots; a Guide to Well-liked and Edible Plants Right in Your Very Own Farthing”. A few of his younger sisters took care of the printing process, and he was free to continue his studies outdoors in the summer and autumn, much to his delight.
This time his second outing to the north resulted in Everard traveling and transcribing plants of the North Downs and the Hills of Evendim. Records of his travels here were never published, and known to few, for Hobbits did not bear interest in such places. It was not a common act to travel so far out of the Shire, and Everard was looked on by the locals as a strange hobbit, and talked about more than talked to. He did not mind though, for his fancy was in plants and animals. Anyhow, he had enough family members to keep him company when he wished to stay in one of the villages, as by this time, his sisters were old enough and most were getting married off and starting their own families. He had no lack of company, nor places to stop by for a meal any time of day.
On the accounts of his greatest finding: A third journey north, in his 39th year, Everard spent the entirety of the spring, summer, and autumn months investigating the plants he came upon, and took a keen interest in the root plants of the northern hills. By this time he had become well distinguished in his plant identification, and could tell a poisonous plant from an edible, and so he took taste of many plants along the way. He bypassed the old Realm of Arnor, where only few times he came upon men of the Big Folk who still resided there, Dunedain, they called themselves. Everard traveled as far north as he dared, to the Ice Bay of Forochel, from here he turned eastward.
At midsummer, Everard came to edge of the mountains of Carn Dûm, where he dared go no further, for it was said that goblins resided in the mountains, and there he found a leafy plant. To his hobbit senses, the plant smelled of honey and clover, yet its leaves tasted bitter when boiled into a tea. Something was instilled in him though, and when he boiled the root of the plant to drink, the sweet honey taste was incredible, and he felt refreshed to the point of having had a full nights rest and a hearty home cooked breakfast- not as if he had been travelling for some months on waybread, berries, and whatever food he was to come by from the Dunedain villages and wild plants. The plant was so good, and he had never seen it before, so he thought it best to take back as much as he might. He realized the value of the plant and even throughout the night he sought out more locations along the crags.
At this time, a feeling of dread came upon Everard, as he was so near the old Realm of Angmar. He had heard stories of the places of the far north, and none were good. Perhaps it was just the fears that hobbits instilled in their young of strange places, or perhaps it was requited and there was a presence lingering in the area, but after only two days, Everard decided that it was time to leave the edge of these mountains, and he set off across the North Downs in a beeline for the Shire. His energy was great during this trip, and he gave credit to the tea that he made of the honey smelling plant, which he simply named Helcë-Sulca, which in common tongue means “ice root”. Just as the months became cool, Everard suddenly arrived back in the Northern Shire. He barely remembered the time between his stay at Carn Dûm and his arrival back, it seemed as a forgotten dream. But his pack was still full of the Helcë-Sulca, and his journal entries told of his travels, though he had somehow forgotten to record most of the new plants he had found in the past month or so. Intuition struck and Everard realized the potency of the root which he had discovered. Knowing that it did not cause dangerous harm, he fed the root tea to the oldest of his sisters, Lilac, and witnessed the effects over a span of days. The hobbit lass acted extremely invigorated, needing no sleep nor food, yet in a few days she needed a full nights sleep, and the next day she awoke remembering nothing of the days that had passed since her drinking the tea, other than it’s sweet taste. The next summer, Everard made one more trip to the Carn Dûm and gathered the roots at the locations he had specified on his map. This trip was in secret, none but his sister knowing of it. After his return, the world seemed different. During this time he wrote of his encounters, and piled together his notes and journals.
Everard decided that it was again time to travel. This time not northward, but southward. He had not dared use the Helcë-Sulca, at least to his knowledge, since the first time he had brought it home with him, but he seemed to remember telling one other besides his sister about it. Perhaps it had been someone he had met on that first trip south, of which he could not greatly remember, and had little notes of. It was a man he knew, or he thought anyhow. Sometimes he saw this man, though he had faint memory of where he knew him from. The only connection he made was of the description he had written in his traveling journal, amongst his plant notes. He thought that he had given some of this plant to the man, more often than naught, but his supplies were still well intact and there wasn’t much difference between the things he had gathered and what was left. Everard had heard though that there were great botanists and healers, and even elves, living in the Southern realm of Gondor, specifically in the city of Minas Tirith, and he wished to consult with others on this plant, for the finding of it must have been for some great reason, and thus letters were sent to various realms. If they ever should arrive, Everard knew not.. He always carried some Helcë-Sulca with him should it come of need, as much as he could carry indiscriminately, and the rest of it was hidden in his home beneath the floorboards of the house, not even to the knowledge of his sisters.
In his tween years, Everard was allowed much more freedom from his parents. They were still in the process of raising seven hobbit lasses, and were hardly aware of his wanderings, not realizing that on a week long outing Everard had climbed the rocky crags to the north and discovered the Old North Road that led past the Dim Hills and west to the River Lune, where he filled a whole book of new plants, and could barely carry back all that he wished to. On this journey he had his first sighting of a wolf, highly feared among hobbits, and he quickly made his return journey. Later on into his tweens he attempted again a northward journey and with a map managed to come upon the old Ruins of Annuminas. He had hoped to continue northward someday and perhaps reach the Ice Bay, for he had heard of a few tundra plants that could grow among the crags in the warmer season, but he was cut off at the River Brandywine by howls of far too many wolves on the northern shore. However, by the end of his tweens, Everard's journeys had become ever longer, and he had explored the entirety of the Shire, and even outside of it, from the Tower Hills, where he first met the elves, to the Far Mountains and the Southern Marshes. To the east he had been as far as the South Downs and the Weather Hills. These were the boundaries that most hobbits had never left, but Everard was different. He needed to leave. He had far too many shrill sisters living at his parents home.
On his 33rd birthday, Everard left his parents home, taking all his worldly possessions (mostly his plant and bug collections), and moved to Oatbarton in the North Farthing. He spent most of his days organizing and redrawing his descriptions, and made publish of a few books of common plants and guides including the most popular; “Cooking Herbs for Noonday Meals” and “Roots and Shoots; a Guide to Well-liked and Edible Plants Right in Your Very Own Farthing”. A few of his younger sisters took care of the printing process, and he was free to continue his studies outdoors in the summer and autumn, much to his delight.
This time his second outing to the north resulted in Everard traveling and transcribing plants of the North Downs and the Hills of Evendim. Records of his travels here were never published, and known to few, for Hobbits did not bear interest in such places. It was not a common act to travel so far out of the Shire, and Everard was looked on by the locals as a strange hobbit, and talked about more than talked to. He did not mind though, for his fancy was in plants and animals. Anyhow, he had enough family members to keep him company when he wished to stay in one of the villages, as by this time, his sisters were old enough and most were getting married off and starting their own families. He had no lack of company, nor places to stop by for a meal any time of day.
On the accounts of his greatest finding: A third journey north, in his 39th year, Everard spent the entirety of the spring, summer, and autumn months investigating the plants he came upon, and took a keen interest in the root plants of the northern hills. By this time he had become well distinguished in his plant identification, and could tell a poisonous plant from an edible, and so he took taste of many plants along the way. He bypassed the old Realm of Arnor, where only few times he came upon men of the Big Folk who still resided there, Dunedain, they called themselves. Everard traveled as far north as he dared, to the Ice Bay of Forochel, from here he turned eastward.
At midsummer, Everard came to edge of the mountains of Carn Dûm, where he dared go no further, for it was said that goblins resided in the mountains, and there he found a leafy plant. To his hobbit senses, the plant smelled of honey and clover, yet its leaves tasted bitter when boiled into a tea. Something was instilled in him though, and when he boiled the root of the plant to drink, the sweet honey taste was incredible, and he felt refreshed to the point of having had a full nights rest and a hearty home cooked breakfast- not as if he had been travelling for some months on waybread, berries, and whatever food he was to come by from the Dunedain villages and wild plants. The plant was so good, and he had never seen it before, so he thought it best to take back as much as he might. He realized the value of the plant and even throughout the night he sought out more locations along the crags.
At this time, a feeling of dread came upon Everard, as he was so near the old Realm of Angmar. He had heard stories of the places of the far north, and none were good. Perhaps it was just the fears that hobbits instilled in their young of strange places, or perhaps it was requited and there was a presence lingering in the area, but after only two days, Everard decided that it was time to leave the edge of these mountains, and he set off across the North Downs in a beeline for the Shire. His energy was great during this trip, and he gave credit to the tea that he made of the honey smelling plant, which he simply named Helcë-Sulca, which in common tongue means “ice root”. Just as the months became cool, Everard suddenly arrived back in the Northern Shire. He barely remembered the time between his stay at Carn Dûm and his arrival back, it seemed as a forgotten dream. But his pack was still full of the Helcë-Sulca, and his journal entries told of his travels, though he had somehow forgotten to record most of the new plants he had found in the past month or so. Intuition struck and Everard realized the potency of the root which he had discovered. Knowing that it did not cause dangerous harm, he fed the root tea to the oldest of his sisters, Lilac, and witnessed the effects over a span of days. The hobbit lass acted extremely invigorated, needing no sleep nor food, yet in a few days she needed a full nights sleep, and the next day she awoke remembering nothing of the days that had passed since her drinking the tea, other than it’s sweet taste. The next summer, Everard made one more trip to the Carn Dûm and gathered the roots at the locations he had specified on his map. This trip was in secret, none but his sister knowing of it. After his return, the world seemed different. During this time he wrote of his encounters, and piled together his notes and journals.
Everard decided that it was again time to travel. This time not northward, but southward. He had not dared use the Helcë-Sulca, at least to his knowledge, since the first time he had brought it home with him, but he seemed to remember telling one other besides his sister about it. Perhaps it had been someone he had met on that first trip south, of which he could not greatly remember, and had little notes of. It was a man he knew, or he thought anyhow. Sometimes he saw this man, though he had faint memory of where he knew him from. The only connection he made was of the description he had written in his traveling journal, amongst his plant notes. He thought that he had given some of this plant to the man, more often than naught, but his supplies were still well intact and there wasn’t much difference between the things he had gathered and what was left. Everard had heard though that there were great botanists and healers, and even elves, living in the Southern realm of Gondor, specifically in the city of Minas Tirith, and he wished to consult with others on this plant, for the finding of it must have been for some great reason, and thus letters were sent to various realms. If they ever should arrive, Everard knew not.. He always carried some Helcë-Sulca with him should it come of need, as much as he could carry indiscriminately, and the rest of it was hidden in his home beneath the floorboards of the house, not even to the knowledge of his sisters.