[hider=Alonzo Solandis]
[b]Name:[/b] Alonzo Solandis
[b]Appearance:[/b] 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 does keep himself fit, but isn’t all too much to look at until you catch sight of his tattoos. He’s turned himself into a living canvas - with art inked into most available space. His forearms are near completely covered - the left with runes and a compass done in blackwork, and the right a stormy sea, hiding a kraken under the waves. More tattoos trail up over his shoulders and back, but those he doesn’t show off unless asked. 
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 has a single piercing in his tongue, but not many people realise. 
He can usually be seen dressed in comfortable hoodies, sweaters and jeans - usually in shades of blue and beige. 
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 20
[b]Occupation:[/b] Artist 
[b]Plant Essence:[/b] Lavender 
[b]Superpower(s):[/b] Alonzo has a healing aura about him. He can heal minor wounds with a well-spoken word. He’s tried this power on most scrapes, scratches, even a stomach ache or two - but he can’t figure how to make it work for himself. 
He can also calm situations by speaking, although this doesn’t work as well as he often hopes - he’d much rather no one get hurt in the first place. 
[b]Personality:[/b] 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. He is polite and civil a majority of the time, and isn’t quick to anger. 
He can be somewhat snarky and scathing when comfortable with people, or when talking to himself and so one can often hear him swearing softly under his breath when he thinks no one can hear him. He can also be self-deprecating at times, not trusting himself or his own skills and abilities. 
[b] History:[/b] 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; he was on his way to the art store when he watched a small child slip and fall in front of him. He rushed over and was greeted by teary eyes, with grazed knees and sore palms from the pavement. He murmured his sympathies, brain whirring with how to find the little boys mother when the tears stopped, palms lost their redness and the grazes all but disappeared; leaving behind a smudge of dirt and the faint smell of lavender. 

The encounter stuck with him for weeks afterwards and no research could be found. His first thought was maybe animal essence but it didn’t match up to anything he could find online about animals that could heal themselves. And it still didn’t explain the lavender. 

He kept it quiet until the broadcast on tv. He stood in his living room with painting forgotten on his easel, listening quietly before making a beeline for his laptop and his grandmothers notebook. He flipped the page open to lavender, one he knew all too well but had never thought to check before. He bought the conference ticket with money he made from selling a few of his paintings, finally freeing up some space in his spare room and jittery with anticipation for meeting others like him. 

[b] Miscellaneous:[/b] Solandis means ‘delicate flower’ in Old English! 
He’s also super queer but doesn’t shout it from the rooftops. 

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