Name: Alonzo Solandis
Appearance: Alonzo is fairly tall and lanky giving him a permanently teenager look. He looks as though he never really grew into his limbs, and can be slightly clumsy at times. He has bleach blond hair, cropped close at the sides and longer on the top that he claims as natural, but his dark brows and the peroxide on his bathroom cabinet say otherwise. He has piercing blue eyes, that are occasionally obscured behind a pair of large, round glasses. 
He can usually be seen dressed in comfortable hoodies, sweaters and jeans - usually in shades of blue and beige. 
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: Artist 
Plant Essence: Lavender 
Superpower(s): Alonzo has a healing aura about him. He can calm people with a well spoken word, de-escalating tense situations and allowing people the space they need to think rationally. 
Personality: Alonzo is incredibly soft spoken. He is rarely confrontational and is kind to a fault. He sees the best in people even when they don’t necessarily deserve it - this causes him to become a bit of a pushover in certain situations and is often walked over in arguments. 
History: Alonzo grew up with his grandmother in a quiet part of town and to most he was a pretty unassuming and inoffensive kid - but he was his grandmothers world. His parents wanted nothing to do with him when he was born so he was handed over to his closest relative. His grandmother was a pagan, and taught him all she knew about herbs and spices and what they could do for him if he set his intentions right. She passed on her love of cooking and Alonzo tried to incorporate what he’d learnt - setting intentions in his cookies and sigils into his bread. 

When she passed away, Alonzo was untethered. Lost and without direction. He threw himself into his passions, often disappearing for weeks at a time and barely speaking to anyone. He discovered his powers in the months after his grandmothers death; an argument had broken out at the art store in town between the owner and someone who thought they knew better. He’d barely spoken a word in the shopkeepers favour when the mood shifted, as though a switch had been flicked. Apologies were exchanged and both parties shrugged the heated argument off.

This happened a few more times before he realised that it was him. He was the one de-escalating situations without meaning to. 

He’s kept it quiet for now; he doesn’t really know what to do with it yet but he’s sure they’ll grow and show themselves in time. 

Miscellaneous: Solandis means ‘delicate flower’ in Old English!