◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈Primrose very visibly is comprised of mostly if not entirely dark features. Her hair is a bushel of curls untamed and unruled. The more she attempts to comb the brambles of her hair the more they defy her hand. They’ve gotten to the point that Primrose lets them bunch and hang in a high ponytail while the front curls are slicked back and held undertow by a green bandana, neatly folded. Some curls jet and streak across her head, but otherwise it’s a neat nest. Her eyes are a deep rich cocoa color, that melts in contact with sunlight imitating an ever-flowing fountain of chocolate. Her skin is a bit lighter in complexion but could be best described as patchwork skin. Mostly because of how much time she spends in uncomfortable positions from roaming the gardens and forest alike. Hard callouses decorate her palms, feet, elbows, knees, essentially anywhere that has prolonged contact with the earth below her. Giving her darker blemishes around these areas versus the soft and pristine portions in between.
Primrose despite looking very small and dainty in stature is in reality quite sinewy from countless hours assigned to farming and gardening chores through the major parts of the year. Of course, her figure is usually obscured by her collective fashion choices. She subscribes to the large pants or overall build with a short or long-sleeved top. She is very adamantly against wearing shoes or any kind of apparel that inhibits her connection to the planet. Her sinewy build is propped up together with her weight of 63 kilograms and a height of 172 centimeters. When she’s at schools she wears the standard uniform presented to them as student’s, not without alterations of course. She wears a wooden mask with two burrowed holes for her eyes with lines carved down to the bottom from the sockets. Attached at the tops are horns retrieved from her home forest. Additionally she is shrouded in a ruffled canopy of leaves that form a sort of cloak around her, obscuring her figure. ◈ "We are all children of the woods, it just takes some time to find your way back." ◈
◈ N a m e
Primrose Greenleigh
◈ S p e l l c a s t e r N a m e
Briarthorn
◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
19, 172 cm , 63 kg
◈ R a c e
Mystic (Seraph's Kiss)
◈ G e n d e r
Female
◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Asexual
◈ Y e a r
6th
◈ P e t
A Gupoo named Goo
◈ H o u s e
House of Eusebia
◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
No
◈ C l a s s e s
◈ Gifts
◈ Herbology
◈ Care of Lekëon Creatures
◈ Apprenticeship and Support
◈ Geology
◈ Defense Against the Ni-Seraphi
◈ A r e Y o u O n Y o u r H o u s e ' s W a a g a T e a m?
No
◈ "Your tea could do with some mushrooms." ◈
◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Pragmatic◈ Skittish◈ Compassionate◈ Protective◈ Studious
Primrose is a curious case, she herself isn’t so sure about what her personality is like. There was the one she had when she was at home and another for when she began school. Primrose sees herself as both a child of the forest and a herald for those without a voice. Her exposure to other people was cut vey short and led her to be mostly isolated at the time. This never really affected her because she had plenty of other avenues of which to express herself. In her element she’s wild, meaning she doesn’t submit to antiquity on how one should act in comparison to societal roles. She loves exploring, laughing and screaming when chasing her woodland critter friends, and the chaos of getting lost in the woods only to be sound asleep in a serene patch of grass, tucked in by the light of the moon along with the glittering stars. She’s also quite responsible after having been assigned so many chores before she could have any kind of fun by her grandmother. The chores also led her to books of tonics, botany, and scientific illustration where she thirsted to understand how the natural world worked creating a studious and capable child, she didn’t however have much interest in any other worldly applications like history or math.
Attending Harold’s Academy was a shock to her system, the land it was secured in was rife with people of varying socioeconomic status’ she had never seen before. A lot of the natural world she had know had been perverted from light and sound pollution that was normal for a capital city littered with multiple sky islands in close proximity. The unknown challenged her naturally promiscuous personality, causing her to hide within herself. She quickly turned from feral creature to a skittish stray lurking around the streets. Nervous of each interaction from strangers and staff all the same, this often made her homesick and spend an odd amount of hours in her dormitory or outside. Despite being a bear in a big city, through the years and guidance she has become a bit more refined and amiable towards the life she has secured for herself. She’s shed most of her weariness of the industrial world and is more outgoing and vivacious as she once was, but she still hides behind a mask and thicket of leaves as a shield. A beauteous blossoming flower not without its thorns, however.
◈ H i s t o r y
Primrose never really knew her parents growing up, there were faint memories that scurried across her mind like an exposed mouse, but nothing ever so permanent. There were flashes, with the most prominent being the night in which she last saw them. So clearly could she see the pained face of her mother who could not help but tremble at the idea of losing her daughter. The sweet and soft caress of her hand could still be felt like a phantom pain on the little girl’s cheeks. It was at night that the dilapidated chariot ship arrived and scooped up her father and mother. Before they vanished into the night of chaos and disarray, they wept and hugged Primrose ensuring they would come back for her one day, but at this time she would be spending the rest of the year with her grandmother. Her mother released the knot in her bandana allowing her hair to unbunch and flow aimlessly around her. Tears stained the cloth material as her mother wrapped it around the young girls bangs and halting before her pigtails. Off their carriage went and so did her own, Primrose could feel her hand react on its own and reach out one last time, her parents being swallowed by the night’s darkness.
She arrived not a half a day later to a very serene sky island she had never seen before. There were no castles or buildings that reached higher than the stars. It was very flat and seemed devoid of most luxuries that Primrose grew up in and saw in books and postcards her parents would routinely receive. Stripped of all decadence and flair she was too young to realize what such significance could mean for someone being tucked away in hiding. Either way the ship landed and converted to a terrestrial vehicle, diving deeper into the island. It was a bit more prehistoric than what she was used to, dense in vegetation and houses that were cobbled together by normal working hands. Streets were unpaved and the sight and smells of flowers and the sea could easily be caught in a wisp of air. What scarce eyes existed darted straight to the carriage in awe and bewilderment of a new addition to the island. Of course, being a tiny six-year-old girl did nothing to ease the engagement. Eventually, the carriage would stop deep past the houses and small towns on the way into a remote one-way road that ended at the foot of a mailbox with the name Nuthatch in metal shapes.
Commotion could be heard outside the carriage and voices exchanged; Primrose dropped down from the high floor meeting the dusty earth in her upheaval. Upon following the corner of the ship, she was greeted to a very homely older woman who was clearly not her grandmother by blood relation. Her skin was too fair albeit wrinkled with age to be a common ancestor. She exuded all the presence one would imagine of a caring grandmother. She was a shorter woman who had ample bosom and regaled in a dark blue dress with buttons that encapsulated her motherly figure. Her hair was a sheen of gray with wispy hairs falling out of the mound of what shaped to be a bun on her head. A tortoise shell cait wrapped itself around her legs. Her voice was smooth and welcoming with a hint of age melding into the mix to give it that extra set of flavors. Primrose looked up at her with her pools of brown eyes and immediately ran into her legs, pulling at her dress and getting a slurry of snot and tears on her gown. Grandmother nuthatch embraced the young sobbing girl and brought her back to her cottage.
The cottage was all the little girl knew, the inside was laid a strew with a medley of herbs and spices that made the kitchen smell rich. Walls were stacked with shelves that paraded an assortment of jars containing everything from common salves to ingredients so rare they bordered fiction. Cobwebs encircled the ceilings which did less in the way of making the house less inviting but rather fit the aesthetic of the home much better. There were several different brooms, ones mostly for cleaning but one in particular that was positioned higher than the rest, off limits to use by her grandmothers’ orders. The home felt massive, especially for a dotting girl at the age of 6, the stairs led to several bedrooms, a private study, a stacked library filled with books and grimoires. It felt almost endless as well as almost feeling alive, it was probably her imagination, but the house felt like a living organism that guided Primrose along her way in settling in. Grandmother Nuthatch only had three rules for young Primrose, she was never to leave the cottage beyond the road she came in on, she had to do her chores everyday without fail, and she could not stay out past sundown until she was of age. And so, the girl began her long summer where she participated in animal husbandry, the cleaning of the cottage, gardening and farming outside, and studying the books in the library.
A year began to dwindle to an end and the sign of her parents arriving began to shrink and shrink. It wasn’t until one day her grandmother received a correspondence that she did not share with the spry young girl. Once the year passed, Primrose grieved in silence and carried on with living in the cottage. She spent her free time with the woodland critters creating a new family. She felt so close to them that she began to feel as though she could speak their language. The rest of her years there she grew closer to the forest becoming their guide into the world of humans, learning all she could about the relationship between animals, fungus, and plants. This was only increased by the aid of her grandmother who began teaching her more knowledge akin to magic. Finally hitting adolescent at thirteen, Primrose understood her grandmother was a powerful mystic, hoping one day she would walk the same path. It didn’t take too much longer for them to manifest when she fell violently ill and grandmother nuthatch understood that time had finally come for Primrose to leave the nest.
Almost instantly a valiant and elegant ship arrived at the road she entered in on and took her away from the cottage, marking the second time her world was taken from her.
◈ R e p u t a t i o n
Being a sixth year has meant a few things for Primrose as a student and her reputation. Luckily being a veteran of the school meant she could have multiple renaissance periods to really establish who she was as not only a mystic but also a person. On her start, she was the fervently awkward introverted student that had been pushed into a world unknown to her and not her own. She hid within the bundle of her leaves as protection and ran to the nearby verdant gardens that the schoolground possessed. She resided to getting lost into the world of books in libraries within the school. Over the years she found her footing and confided in her professors who reminded her of her grandmother and the familiar feeling of the cottage. It wasn’t too long before she found a staff member that took special interest in the development of Primrose and became her advisor and more importantly, her first friend.
Through trials and tribulations, the next few years was a testament to her resolve, she was able to congeal into her life as a student and the island she was living in now. As a sixth year she’s seen more or less as a teaching assistant, almost as if she should have graduated by now and been a shadow for the professors until there was a slot for her. She’s easily the figure most people will go to for tutoring and aid if it means studying things like herbology or any sort of natural science and conservationism. Some people misjudge her passion for studying with her being a teacher’s pet, but that was never the case. While the professors do love her for being a model student, there is no preference or preferential treatment awarded to her. To put it simply, Primrose is seen as very librarian-chique.
◈ G o a l s
Primrose isn’t the type to have any established life goals, she moves based on where the wind takes her. Never would she imagined she’d be here in this academy. Ideally, she’d like to return to Grandma Nuthatches cottage and aid her in the remainder of her years. She would use her gifts to aid the townsfolk just as her grandmother does and take over the cottage in years ahead. Yet, there is a nagging reminder in the depths of her mind to seek answers behind the loss of her parents. The letter that came in the mail her grandmother never showed her is the last piece of evidence that had any lead on her parents’ whereabouts. Quite possibly allowing her to go on a life changing adventure, but first she needs to increase her arsenal of offensive magic.
◈ R e l a t i o n s
Aegis Greenleigh - Father (Status: Unknown)
Willow Greenleigh - Mother (Status: Unknown)
Grandmother Nuthatch - Guardian
◈ "Have you read the newest encyclopedia on parasitic plants?" ◈
◈ M y s t i c C l a s s i f i c a t i o nAstra & Elementalist◈ G i f tGarden of Greenleigh◈ M y s t i c C o d ePrimrose has forged a connection to the earth that transcends the stifled means of an elementalist, giving more presence in the form of an Astra than the former. However, with the aid of being Seraph’s kissed she’s been awarded the ability to mix and house the two to create quite the heterogeneity. Primrose’s garden manifests in a few different applications, the first application is known as sprouts.
Sprouts: Being one with the earth she can infuse her Vitesse in the land below her through direct contact (i.e., hands and feet). Once enough is channeled through she can breathe life into the soil below and raise tiny soil constructs known as sprouts. These sprouts are as sentient as her pet Gupoo and act on verbal or mental command of Primrose. These tiny constructs are robust but do not break 30 cm’s in height and have a decent durability from minor attacks. They can either take form of plant or fungus displayed by root system in their soil bodies. White, spongy, stringy bodies denote that its a fungi sprout and can shoot webs to ensnare beast or person with tensile strength mycelium. Floral sprouts have green root systems and blossoming flowers on their ‘heads’ which serve to spread pollen and aromatic scents that can weaken, impair, or tire a target if needed. Their true strength lies when they mash together to create a human sized golem, which greatly increases their durability and strength.
Decomposing Biomass: Primrose holds all fauna life as precious, more so when it’s time for their passing. As such she’s dubbed herself the ferrymen for the departed wildlife no matter where she travels. With this ability she communes with the earth below her and can sniff out the remnants of dead or decaying biomass and once again give it life, in a roundabout way. Primrose will take the bones and remains of the animal and use it as it’s foundational structure. Infusing Vitesse into the earth will cause soil to congregate and act as the fleshy organs inside which will then be covered in vines and leaves to create ‘skin’ for the animal. Primrose keeps her own bag of bones to reanimate biomass on the fly if needed in a pinch or simply for espionage. The size can range from small to large carnivores, detritivores, frugivores, insectivores, etc.. that all possess their natural living abilities.
Queen of the Briars: Her last, yet most potent power bestowed on her is to create a nativity of a sea of trees and briars from the ground in varying ranges and size (including thorn size) at her behest. This is her most offensive technique that she uses in various ways. Her most common and subtle take is using a simple briar whip as her main hand weapon that she’s become quite efficient with. She can also summon briars to create constructs such as nets, thorny projectiles, or clones, or underground spiking attacks, or creating a walled in space from briar trees. The most potent version of this ability is when she recedes all briars in the area and converges them onto herself creating an exoskeleton/armor of briars with autonomy on controlling the viney construct. ◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e sThe most glaring weakness to Primrose’s gift is heat/fire, the amount needed scales with how intense her structures are. Her unpaired sprouts and smaller biomass constructs are also susceptible to more devastating abilities or magics’. Primrose needs direct contact to the earth to create and tether her creations to the world. Any interruption during this will reset the ability to zero, as well as if she is knocked out her connection to her constructs will disrupt and cause them to cease. While she is in her suit of briars, she does not have access to her other two abilities within her Garden. 
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