I was in one of these a while ago on another forum. I'll just use my old app.
Name: Terresa Woodsong
Nickname: Terra
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Terra is an average height, about five foot nine. Her skin in an extremely pale gray and hard, feeling like bark on a smooth tree. Her hair is made of crimson leaves, falling down her back to about her waist. Her eyes are colored orbs that change with the seasons, going from pale green to forest green to orange to pure white. She has the build of an average teenage girl, but is rather thin. She wears a tank top and jeans. There is some sort of marking on her forehead, looking like a set of runes. She was born with them, but has no idea what they mean.
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Personality: Open, fairly loud-mouthed, but doesn't like large groups of people.
Flaw: She easily starts arguments and hates people easily.
Power: She has the ability to control plants. Whether quickly growing thorny vines to surround her enemies or just making some food crops flourish, she can do it.
Godly parent: Hegemone ((I googled greek nature gods. Would have chosen Gaia, but . . . Major OP issue there.))
Biography: When her mother gave birth to her, her father found an immediate problem.
Her skin and hair.
They sheltered her and made her reclusive, never letting her talk to anyone. She always wanted to be with the other children, and would look outside the window longingly when she was a child. Her father home schooled her, but she never saw her mother. They never stayed in one place for too long, for fear of getting caught.
Fast forwards to her thirteenth birthday. Tired of hiding, she packs up her things and decides to run away from home. She stayed away from people by blending in with the trees, and managed to make it a whole mile away from their home in vermont, before her dad caught her.
Before that, however, she learn to connect with the plants.
Mystified with a single flower, she plucked it from the earth, and tenderly held it between her hands. Smiling, and laughing delightedly, she wished there were more of the flowers.
Startling her slightly, more of the tulips sprang from the ground, surrounding her in a field of white, red, orange and pink.
Before her father found her, she took the white tulip home, and for some reason it's never died. She wears it in her hair, as a remembrance of when she discovered her powers.
Now, move along until her sixteenth birthday. Her father told her she was going to a summer camp, and she was ecstatic- nay, euphoric with the concept of being with other children. She packed her bag, got in their 98' Volvo, and drove to the camp.
And here she is.