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Parents names: Cookie Doe, Sour Doe
Possible childrens names: Rye Doe, Moe Doe, Jane Doe, Play Doe
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Hair Colour: Brown
Height: 5'9
Weight: 76kg
Appearance: Smells like a garden. Looks like a tree. Thin. Wavey. Looks as though the wind could blow him away.
Part II
Strengths:
He spends most of his time out in the garden, and can sense things in the ground, like how the plants in a certain area are going. He can revive dying plants using his will, and using his will, he can manipulate plants, make them grow and attack other people, should he find the need to. He can also sprout a leaf out of his finger, and grow some ferocious things out of that, using his gifts. Dont get near his venus fly trap because it goes for the genital regions.
Can talk to plants. They talk back to him.
Loves to tell stories. They are quite good. They can put people at ease, and remind them of situations in life. They can get people emotional as well.
Weaknesses:
Fire. Not many people like it. It burns. But if John gets too close to one, even just sitting around a campfire, he can get third degree burns, and it progressively gets worse. So he spends a lot of time avoiding fire, or situations where fire is present. His plants and vines can be burnt, just like all other sorts of plants.
He's become a bit nutty over the past few years.
Part III
Bio:
"Hi."
"Hey John"
"Sorry I'm late"
"No worries John, you made it. "
"Is she still with us?"
"Yeah, she's battling on."
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"Mum."
"Oh hey John."
"Glad to see your still with us. "
"Nah, this old battler hangs on till the very last. Cancer may take me, but i'm not going willingly."
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"Bye Mum. I love you."
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"She's Gone. She's not in pain any more."
"Thanks Sue, You've been much more than a nurse to her."
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Dear Diana
I've been spending a lot of time out in the garden since mum died. I've found its a perfect place to think, or not think, or just garden and dig in the dirt. I feel like a little kid again. I feel at home in the garden.
At peace. Now I understand why mum put so much effort into it as I grew up, and even at the end.
Thankyou for understanding why I needed time away. Remember, I love you more than anything in the world.
John.
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Dear Diana.
I've missed you. You haven't written back. You haven't called. I'm sorry if I hurt you.
John
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Dear John
I've found someone. I'm sorry I never told you. I wish you luck in life.
Diana.
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The storm was coming down hard and fast. It didn't seem like it was going to let up. It just kept buffeting down. It was as if God had had far too many to drink at a party and was just chundering in the toilet. John was out in the garden. He'd also had a few to drink, in order to drown his sorrows, and he was sitting in the dirt with a little shovel digging up a little patch of dirt, over and over. He was singing a song that didn't make much sense but he sung it anyway, at the top of his voice, shouting with all his might.
He started to sob. He sobbed into the plants.
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The garden and John had become closer over the past few months. If the garden were a lady, he'd be ready to pop the question. He'd noticed that now he could sense when something needed done out in the garden, and he knew exactly what to do in the situation. It was as if the plants were talking to him. He'd also found the strangest thing. Maybe a seed had gotten into his finger somehow in the process of planting a hanging vine, but now on whim he could sprout a leaf out of his finger, and grow it into a vine, and then grow into all these strange and wonderful things. He made a note to tell gladys about it. Gladys was his best friend. She was a cactus.
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John didn't know how he got all these powers. All he knew is that Gladys was his friend, and that she loved him more than anything in the world. He loved her too. He wanted to have her babies.
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He loved these new talents. He could help plants grow by just telling them to grow. He could talk to them, and they'd talk back to him. They told him secrets. About people. About plants. The Rose bushes were the biggest gossips in the world. Always nattering away they were.
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Strange letter. LAville University. A place for gifted people. Gladys told me I was gifted. I could study horticulture.
Edited by Goose, 20 December 2007 - 10:24 PM.
