Post by trinn on Oct 4, 2009 12:06:22 GMT -8
Your Username: Henrietta Garneau (Etta)
Character's Name:
Character's Age: 28
Character's Attitude: A very gentle person, Henrietta has a kind and nurturing disposition. She hates any sort of turmoil, and tends to avoid it. Not very confrontational. Only uses violence as a last resort.
Character's Powers: Pansociobiological linguistics. Basically, the ability to communicate with living organisms. For Etta, she can only communicate with plants.
Character's Weakness: Regarding her powers, she must be touching a plant to communicate with any plant. By touching a plant, it opens up her mind to the rest of them. If she goes to long without touching any sort of fauna, she could die. Any longer than two days and her body will start to shut down. Because she hates letting people down, she tends to say yes to most requests, which lets people take advantage of her. Could probably be beaten with ease in any sort of fight.
Character's Appearance:
Character's Allegiance: Neutral
Weapons (If any): She has a simple handgun behind the counter in her shop, for "just in case" purposes.
Other Info: Speaks fluent French, and often uses this language when speaking to her plants.
History: Her grandfather, a frenchman, came to America in his early twenties. He naturally came to New York, and fell in love with a local woman. They married, and had a son and daughter. The son married, and his wife bore little Henrietta. Henrietta's aunt moved back to France. Eventually Etta's parents also had a little boy. When she was 16, her twelve year old brother was hit by a taxi and died instantly. Since then, Etta has had the view that life is precious but short, and not a moment should be wasted in negativity. At eighteen her power awakened, a shock but also something she decided was a blessing. She took a few college classes in biology and botany, but found the classes pointless. Dropping out, she opened a small flower boutique, naming it La Petit Boutique in honor of her French heritage. This is where she's currently at.
Role Play Sample: The morning was cold, frost slicking the windows of many skyscrapers. Walking briskly, hudled in her jacket, Henrietta hurried towards her Boutique. The tiny flower shop rested between a yoga instructers classroom and an insurance building. Taking out her shop keys, she hurried to open the door and step into the heated shop. Inside, Etta switched on the light, illuminating the varied flora within. Smiling, she walked down one of the aisles, trailing her fingers across the leaves or petals of flowers. At her touch the plants shuddered, as if wakened by her caress. Coming to one flower, Etta paused before it in worry. The little tulip drooped over the rim of it's pot, dejected and sick. Cupping it gently in her hands, she listened to it's airy voice, trying to locate the source of it's decay. The little thing was cold. Glancing around, she looked at all the windows, noticing that a draft could slip through one. Picking up the pot in which the tulip rested, Etta moved quickly to the greenhouse in the back of the building, where she cultivated more tropical plants. She set the little flower down carefully on a shelf. Now, to fix that draft.
Character's Name:
Character's Age: 28
Character's Attitude: A very gentle person, Henrietta has a kind and nurturing disposition. She hates any sort of turmoil, and tends to avoid it. Not very confrontational. Only uses violence as a last resort.
Character's Powers: Pansociobiological linguistics. Basically, the ability to communicate with living organisms. For Etta, she can only communicate with plants.
Character's Weakness: Regarding her powers, she must be touching a plant to communicate with any plant. By touching a plant, it opens up her mind to the rest of them. If she goes to long without touching any sort of fauna, she could die. Any longer than two days and her body will start to shut down. Because she hates letting people down, she tends to say yes to most requests, which lets people take advantage of her. Could probably be beaten with ease in any sort of fight.
Character's Appearance:
Character's Allegiance: Neutral
Weapons (If any): She has a simple handgun behind the counter in her shop, for "just in case" purposes.
Other Info: Speaks fluent French, and often uses this language when speaking to her plants.
History: Her grandfather, a frenchman, came to America in his early twenties. He naturally came to New York, and fell in love with a local woman. They married, and had a son and daughter. The son married, and his wife bore little Henrietta. Henrietta's aunt moved back to France. Eventually Etta's parents also had a little boy. When she was 16, her twelve year old brother was hit by a taxi and died instantly. Since then, Etta has had the view that life is precious but short, and not a moment should be wasted in negativity. At eighteen her power awakened, a shock but also something she decided was a blessing. She took a few college classes in biology and botany, but found the classes pointless. Dropping out, she opened a small flower boutique, naming it La Petit Boutique in honor of her French heritage. This is where she's currently at.
Role Play Sample: The morning was cold, frost slicking the windows of many skyscrapers. Walking briskly, hudled in her jacket, Henrietta hurried towards her Boutique. The tiny flower shop rested between a yoga instructers classroom and an insurance building. Taking out her shop keys, she hurried to open the door and step into the heated shop. Inside, Etta switched on the light, illuminating the varied flora within. Smiling, she walked down one of the aisles, trailing her fingers across the leaves or petals of flowers. At her touch the plants shuddered, as if wakened by her caress. Coming to one flower, Etta paused before it in worry. The little tulip drooped over the rim of it's pot, dejected and sick. Cupping it gently in her hands, she listened to it's airy voice, trying to locate the source of it's decay. The little thing was cold. Glancing around, she looked at all the windows, noticing that a draft could slip through one. Picking up the pot in which the tulip rested, Etta moved quickly to the greenhouse in the back of the building, where she cultivated more tropical plants. She set the little flower down carefully on a shelf. Now, to fix that draft.
Also there was a show called Invasion. It was sweet, but only lasted a season. 
