Thread: Portal - Character Thread

Player Nam e Octopus Prince CHARACTER NAME Flora Tavitoria Occupation Florist and Tea Specialist Theme Song Her Ghost by Woman's Hour Physical Traits Age 30 Sex Female Race Wood Elf Eye color Green Hair color Black Hair length Undercut with a bowled top, long braid on the left side of her head Height 5'6 Weight 160lbs Scars none Other noticeable traits She dresses quite modestly to hide most of her tattoos, but she has many of them, predominantly illustrations of flowers and insects along with runic symbols celebrating her spiritual connection to forests and plants. She has two ringed, matching in size tattoos on her outer thighs, a full sleeve on her left arm, and an intricately woven series of images down her back from her shoulder blades to her hip bones. Psychological Traits Sexual Orientation Pansexual Likes Honesty, strength, to nurture others Dislikes Secrets, those who neglect themselves or are reckless, needless violence Fears The God Merasheel, anyone finding out about her magical talents, being sold into slavery Personality Flora is a patient and gentle seeming person, in her time living in Eastborne she's comfortably earned a reputation for being kind hearted and accommodating to those in need. She seems quite regular, and that is just the way she likes it, but when asked what she thinks or how she feels, most people could not say with any distinction where her loyalties and passions lie. She's quick witted and observant, but doesn't tend to give away any of her observations or inclinations to just anyone. Skills Healing magics and the ability to command and possess plants, even for combat purposes though these talents are kept private and have not been used since she moved to Eastborne, an extensive knowledge of plants and their uses, talented cook, has a variety of survival skills and knowledge, skilled with finesse weaponry, particularly whips. Supernatural abilities Flora can attune herself to any plant she makes contact with, encouraging it to grow and produce within its capacity to serve her needs. This can be anything from producing a whip made of thorned vine or making an herb grow in surplus for her personal needs. She has enough magical strength to make a tree grow to its full maturity from a seed, though that particular feat would be quite taxing. She rarely uses this power however, preferring to nurture plants organically, and when she produces this magic, other plants will react to her presence, turning towards her like the sun or blossoming when she draws near. Because of these tells, she avoids using her magic as much as possible. Story Flora seemed to have come to Eastborne at just the right and just the wrong time at once. Before the Inquisitions began, people were free to move from place to place and find their sense of belonging just about anywhere, and she had found the lovely city of Eastborne to be perfect for her desired lifestyle of opening a quaint shop and settling down. She was born in a nomadic tribe of wood elves that typically survived their town hopping by selling and creating powerful ichors and enchanting weapons, but marrying another wood elf and continuing the nomadic, overly changeable and unpredictable life style didn't appeal to her. Before the whispers and destruction and violence wrought by the followers of Merasheel started, she had thought she'd found home. Even though she felt quite comfortable in Eastborne, she had been quite careful to share herself too openly with any of the folks who frequented her shop out of habit as well as out of fear, after all, she was one of the most talented magicians in her generation from her tribe and her magical influence on plants was very potent and when used, quite obvious. She thought it'd be best to blend in, to not involve herself with anyone until she could implicitly trust them, and now that the Inquisition has fallen upon Eastborne, she's having her regrets that she didn't let anyone nearer, didn't let anyone know her better than 'that kind wood elf who runs the tea shop'. because now the city is in flames, the troops are capturing and questioning and torturing civilians, and she is utterly, terrifyingly alone. How I Look