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[i]Name:[/i] Theodore Harrison.

[i]Age:[/i] 19.

[i]Gender:[/i] Male.

[i]Power:[/i] Plant Manipulation: The ability to manipulate plants.

[i]Personality:[/i] Haughty and spoiled, Theodore breezes through life like he owns it and often doesn't take the feelings of others into consideration. A selfish nature but also a quiet one, he becomes overwhelmed by loss of control and that can force him into sullen solitudes. These solitudes often end in spiteful anger and he is also prone to fits of frustration, easily unsettled by even the smallest things. Though he isn't all negatives, he has a childlike awe for the small things things in life and he becomes heavily interested in whatever he sets his mind to. 

[i]Likes:[/i] Cats, starry nights, collecting books, reading, summer days, nature, cloudy days, astrology, astronomy, Christmas.

[i]Dislikes:[/i] Cigarette smoke, winter days, fog, frost, most insects, chocolate, dogs.

[i]History:[/i] Born in Manhattan, New York, he spent a good portion of his life living in a very expensive apartment with his single father. He never knew much of his mother and he never cared to know much, his father didn't like talking about her and he didn't like pressing for details. They moved to Pavar when he was fifteen and he's kind of been holding a grudge about it ever since, he'll swear up and down that he was cheated out of a perfectly fine life in New York.

[hider=Awakening.]

The night was a cold one, stars clinging to the sky and reminding him of snowflakes on black fabric. It was dark, darker than anything and yet it brought him some edge of comfort. He'd left the house in a flurry, his father had been far too asleep to notice him as he tore out the door and he found himself here now. He was barefoot, the cold air making his skin break into gooseflesh as he stood in the dew-speckled grass and stared into the dark sky. It was strange, the urge, the drive to leave the house and he didn't know where it came from. It had followed the headache, the stabbing ache that ripped through his temples until he'd been forced awake in a cold sweat, it had left a ghost of pain until he'd stumbled out the door.

The night was good to him, he'd always liked the way stars looked, it comforted him in so many ways. He drew in a deep breath as he stepped forward, his plaid pajama pants were getting damp at the hems and his arms were folding around himself to block out the chill. He didn't know why but he felt like something was right when he finally planted himself in the cold, wet grass. He dug his hands into it as he lied on his back. The cold was cutting through his clothes and the night sky was beckoning his gaze. It was so silent, everything was so silent, except for the thundering in his head.

He could feel something shifting under his palms and he turned too swiftly, sprouting between his fingers was the long stem of a dandelion. It held his eyes for a long, frozen moment and he pulled back in horror, rising beneath his palm were other dandelions. Their yellow heads were bobbing frantically from the sudden movement and he stumbled back on his knees as he stared at it in horror. It was a cluster of fresh dandelions and there was no doubt about it, they almost seemed to glow yellow in the darkness. 

"[color=f6989d]What the-[/color]" he froze when he felt something curling over his fingertips and tore his hand away from the grass, wound around his fingers were tendrils of a root and the offending plant was lying like a discarded corpse surrounded in clumps of dirt. He could feel a slamming in his chest as he stared at the uprooted plant and he got to his feet. 

[i][color=f6989d]Is it me? Am I causing this?[/color][/i]

Turning his gaze to the lone tree in his front yard, he swallowed thickly and rested his hand to the trunk. He tried to focus on what he wanted it to do and he felt it begin to shake beneath his hand. One of the branches were spiraling downwards, seeming to bend until it strained and he jumped when it scraped against his back. He heard the startled noise escape himself and he shoved a hand against his mouth.

This was beyond his control but this was by far the best thing that had happened to him since the move.[/hider]
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