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[h3][u] F R A N C E S C O   S A P I E N T I[/u][/h3]M a l e   ●   T w e n t y - F o u r   ●   A B - P o s i t i v e  
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[color=98FB98][b][u]M U T A T I O N S     [/u][/b][/color]
[indent][indent][color=98FB98]✦ Plant manipulation[/color]
[color=90bbbb] Francesco’s mutation has given him the psychic ability to connect with and manipulate vegetation such as plants and flowers, and control their growing process.  All he needs is fertile soil, a place where plants can grow naturally. He can make plants bigger and larger, push them beyond their limits like a 50 feet apple tree, but the size of the apples will remain normal. No basketball sized fruits. Plants without a wood base seem to take him the least amount of time to grow. He can grow a potato or lettuce in a matter of minutes while a small, let’s say shoulder height apple tree might take up to half an hour. He also seems to be better at growing plants that yield food, as that is the only type of plants he’s had practice at growing.  His ability is erratic and uncontrollable. He needs his full concentration to cause something to happen. 

[/color][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][color=98FB98]✦ Pheromone generation[/color]
[color=90bbbb] A second mutation which lies dormant and is connected to his bloodstream and the veins popping up to the surface. It is as if the veins are trying to emulate vines, the little flower buds that have appeared randomly will eventually enable him to release a plant based pheromone from his body. The type of pheromone dictates the effect it will have on its environment e.g. calming, arousing, fear inducing. The scent is vaguely floral but almost undetectable by the human nose.  [/color][/indent][/indent]  
[color=98FB98][u][b]A P P E A R A N C E     [/b][/u][/color]
[color=90bbbb][indent][indent]After the change set in Francesco’s skin changed into a greenish hue. His veins have pushed themselves closer to the surface in a permanently swollen state, kind of like the veins you see on old people’s hands. The skin that covers these veins has darkened and toughened to protect the fluids running underneath. In some places, small dots have appeared which seem to grow slightly bigger each day. They look like dark green skin tags, shaped similarly to a flower bud. When he uses his powers his veins glow a bright green, the intensity of the glow depends on the amount of power he uses. 

Thorns grow on random places but are seemingly focused on the more vulnerable parts of his body, E.g. the neck, chest. They have attached themselves like scabs and can be torn off which is painful to him. His eyes give off a pale light when it is dark, a form of bioluminescence like that of a glowing fungus. 

Aside from his mutations what is left of his appearance has remained human. Francesco looks young for his age, like he’s in his late teens.  He has dark brown wavy hair which he usually wears up out of his face. His eyes are light brown and slightly almond shaped. He has an oval shape face with a pointed nose, full lips, and thick long brows. Occasionally he keeps a bit of neatly trimmed facial hair. His body is slim and toned but without much visible muscle, also he’s not the tallest guy in the world at only 5’5’’. [indent][indent]
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[color=98FB98][u][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y     [/b][/u][/color]
[color=90bbbb][indent][indent]Helpful and naïve are two words which sum up his character pretty well.  If you need help with anything, anything at all you should go to him. Even if he can’t help you he’ll find someone who will. He tries to see the good in everyone and the upside to every downside. He’s an introvert, calm, shy, and somewhat withdrawn. A very sensitive young man who often feels misunderstood. He hates to argue, or see other people argue and is a peace keeper, crossing his own personal limits to ensure group harmony. Often lost in thought he can come across as dreamy, passive and a push over. Add to this the fact that he has a very strong drive to care for others, a maternal instinct he has no qualms about hiding and you have an eccentric guy. 

Francesco wasn’t slow to realize that he’s not your typical guy’s guy, but doesn’t attempt to act differently. Instead he’s accepted the fact that he is the way he is. He’ll always be a bit awkward around guys and more at ease around girls. In social situations, he tends to speak only when spoken to and sticks with the people he’s comfortable around. He’s always the last one to voice his opinion and often only when asked for. He’s a late bloomer and while he has experience in some areas he has a complete lack of experience in others. 
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[color=98FB98][u][b]B I O G R A P H Y    [/b][/u][/color]
[hider=x][color=90bbbb][indent][indent]Francesco grew up in a very close knit Italian immigrant family in New York City. He was born prematurely and spent three months in the hospital, luckily with no apparent ill effects on his health. This early event in his life resulted in an overprotective and sheltered upbringing. In school Francesco, didn’t really fit in but then again what teen ever does? He made a couple of friends and wasn’t bullied much. All in all, he survived high school and passed his exams at 16.  

When it was time to select, a follow up education he came up blank. With no idea, what to do Francesco simply followed the advice of his high school English teacher. He told him to go and do something with his language skills. He enrolled in a commercial type of education where he was taught business skills. Basically, he was destined for office work, the way his life was heading anyway. He didn’t realize business was all wrong for him until he nearly had his degree. After his graduation, he made the switch to become a social worker. 

Every single one of his friends and family told him not to do it. He was too nice, too soft, not cut out for the job. He enrolled despite of what they said, or in retrospect maybe he did it to prove them wrong. A fresh start, he finally felt like he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. 

He made some lasting friends who he also liked outside of school, a big deal for him. Right after he finished his first year of college his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was devastating news for the entire family but they never gave up hope for recovery. Sadly, it got worse each year until he eventually dropped out of school to care for her. After a near three-year struggle she passed away. To Francesco this entire period was a blur, he was on auto pilot. He took a gap year and went to work at a clothing store, while trying to figure out his next steps, a plan b. The way he’d taken care of his mother made him consider becoming a nurse and after extensive (yes, this time around he gave it much more thought) research and soul searching he decided to enroll in what would hopefully be his last time in school. 

With a lot of hard lessons learned and some life experience under his belt (he hates belts) he was more focused and less dreamy. He realized one day that even though he was grieving his life wasn’t all that bad. He was starting school again, lived with his little brother and dad in the same house, with family living either in the same street or a few blocks away. He had people who loved him, an important job to do, keep everything going. It was like he took his mom’s place and seeing how they were so much alike it went very smoothly. If that’s a good thing remains to be seen.  

[u][b]The First Day[/b][/u]

The events of the first day separated him from his family. With no idea where they were or what was happening to the world he could have crawled up against the wall in a pile of misery, which admittedly is much more his thing, instead he’s made it his goal to find them. Even if that meant going outside of the school grounds and face hell on earth. The virus made him lose control over his body, he fell to the ground convulsing as the physical change started to set in.  The onset of his mutation scared him but not because his skin was going green, or the fact that thorns started to cover his neck. He was scared this thing was going to kill him before he’d see anyone of his family ever again. He didn’t know what was happening to him, maybe he was slowly dying, who knew? 

Sitting around at school was getting him nowhere fast. He had to figure out some kind of game plan and fast. Whatever was stalking around outside was probably just as horrific is it sounded. There was no sense of time, but after what felt like hours Francesco pulled himself together. He tried to forget about what happened to him, believing for now that it wouldn’t kill him. He couldn’t get back home, public transport to his district was down and none of the people who had a car wanted him in it.

He managed to hitch a ride on one of the few remaining busses. He wore a hoodie, gloves and had tried to conceal his changed skin color under a layer of poorly applied foundation he borrowed from a friend, one of the only people who hadn’t dropped him like a brick after the change. He looked shady to say the least and after being on a bus for over two hours to who knew where he was getting tired. He rubbed his face forgetting he was wearing three layers of makeup, smearing it on his gloves and revealing a patch of green tinted skin. That was all one of the passengers at the back needed to rip of his hood and expose him. He got dropped at a random apartment block somewhere down the Bronx in sector Br3. 

It proved a blessing in disguise for the desperate young man. He was taken in by the people who ran Sky Vegetables after an impressive display of growing a bramble patch full of blackberries in a matter of minutes. They gave him a makeshift little shed up on the roof of the apartment block. They didn’t say it outright but the people living downstairs weren’t comfortable with him walking around the condo. For some weird reason though they don’t mind eating the food he grows, prejudice is a funny thing. [/indent][/indent][/color][/hider]

[color=98FB98][u][b]E Q U I P M E N T     [/b][/u][/color]
[indent][indent][color=90bbbb][color=98FB98]✦[/color] Smartphone.
[color=98FB98]✦[/color] Wallet. 
[color=98FB98]✦[/color] First aid kit he "compiled" at school.
[color=98FB98]✦[/color] Housekey.
[color=98FB98]✦[/color] Schoolbag with books, a small laptop, notebook, pencil.
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[color=98FB98][u][b]P R O F I C I E N C I E S     [/b][/u][/color]
[indent][indent][color=90bbbb][color=98FB98]✦ "Nurse in the making"[/color] Francesco is in his first year of nursing school and has a lot of know-how but lacks the practical experience. For example, he knows how to measure blood pressure, apply bandages, check a pulse or basic first aid, but he has zero experience with these in the field. He practiced on either his super healthy class mates or on human dolls. 

[color=98FB98]✦ "Herbals are the way to go"[/color] A hobby which has gone completely out of control. He has tons of books about the subject and can name an herbal medicine for most common ailments. Some are better than regular medicine and others don’t have much noticeable effect. It works on a case to case basis as everyone’s body has a slightly different genetic makeup. He knows the basics and it comes in handy especially with his new powers. 

[color=98FB98]✦ "Kitchen Prince"[/color] A home cook but good at what he does. He knows Italian food inside and out and can cook a mean dish of pasta among other things. 

[color=98FB98]✦ "I’m here to listen"[/color] Years of family arguments, a failed but instructive education as a social worker and now studying to be a nurse has left him with the talent of listening to someone’s burdens. He tries to not be judgy or come up with solutions that never work. People often feel at ease around him and trust him with difficult life issues. It comes natural to him. 
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[color=98FB98][u][b]L I M I T A T I O N S     [/b][/u][/color]
[indent][indent][color=90bbbb][color=98FB98]✦ "No family no bueno."[/color] Without his family or friends, he’s an emotional wreck, he becomes a recluse and refrains from making much contact with strangers. He needs someone to care for as that is what he does best. Knowing someone will have his back no matter what eases a lot of fear he has for the future. 

[color=98FB98]✦ "No...No way I can't do that!"[/color] Francesco has extreme self-esteem issues. He thinks very lowly of himself and what he can do, or rather what he can’t do. The things he’s done right and the stuff people admire him for are barely registered by him, if at all. His confidence is easily shaken and all around he’s just easily discouraged. 

[color=98FB98]✦ "Right.....or left?"[/color] Maybe not one of the worst quirks to have, but Francesco has a horrible sense of direction. He can’t read a map to save his life and never pays attention to where he’s going.
 
[color=98FB98]✦ "No plants without dirt"[/color] His powers only work when there is fertile soil. If the area is tainted by toxic waste, radiation, or any other kind of pollution he can’t grow anything, not even a patch of weeds.

[color=98FB98]✦ "Death by fire"[/color] Due to the nature of Francesco’s mutation his physicality has developed a dangerous and possible life threatening sensitivity to fire. He has a severe asthmatic reaction to smoke. Minimal exposure is required to burn his skin and his burns are much more severe than they would be on other Changed or even The Pure. 

[color=98FB98]✦ "Close to nature"[/color] Whenever Francesco overextends the use of his power, either by using a large amount of power at once or continuous strain, he will begin to suffer adverse affects. His psychic connection to vegetation has a downside. The plants seem to sap moisture from his body when he pushes them and himself too far and at this point it will become dangerous. [b][/b] Symptoms not unlike those of dehydration will start to impare his bodily functions. At best he'll experience dizziness a headache, tiredness, dry lips, eyes and mouth. A loss of strength and stamina. At worst he'll start to shrivel, his skin will crack and his organs will seize to work. If he doesn't increase his intake of water, or receives moisture in any other kind of way he'll most likely die. [/color][/indent][/indent] 
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[indent][indent][color=90bbbb][color=98FB98]TBA[/color]
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