Clea WIP

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Clea

Chilly

Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody dog food
Black male, black mail
Throw your brother in jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, now
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

~Vitals~

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~Name: Clea (no last name, she feels no need for one)
~Title:
~Nicknames: She doesn't understand what a nick name is
~Age: 204
~Gender: Technically she's asexual, but she prefers the female form
~Race: A sentient vine plant that was brought to consciousness by accident. She is the only one of her kind that she knows of. Seeing as she was created
~Planet of Origin: She never knew the name of the planet, and personally doesn't care where she's at so long as there's water, sun, and soil.
~Sexuality: Asexual
~Faction: Aengels
~Reputation: none
~Former Life: [/blockquote]Her life with the former Eyrie was brief. She had only just started to learn more of the beings that she interacted with before they were destroyed. As a youngling herself she had learned that death was permanent and could not be with her two legged fleshlings once this stage occurred. Her companions gone she had nothing but time to find the knowledge she sought.

~In Combat~

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~POWERS:

Telepathy: This is only for her hear the voices of the plants around her. She cannot hear thoughts of Fleshlings or any other being. She can communicate back and forth between the plants. She can hear what they hear and visa versa. Although they aren't too interested or very inquisitive about the world them, she mostly uses this for comfort. Fleshlings just are too complicated sometimes.

Plant Control: Through this she could control the limbs, branches, leaves etc of another plant she's touching. this takes immense control and most times she tries this is takes several minutes to do so. She must override the current plants thought, most don't even know it's happening to them or care that it is. Older more mature plants though will resist and cause more work for her. She must be careful with this as she might kill the life of the plant by burying the current beings sentience and overriding it with her own.

Physical prowess: She can move faster than most given Fleshlings, most this is due to the lack of muscles and the limitations that come with such trivial things. Being one clump of many vines this makes it easier for her separate.

Poison: She's poisonous, she can secrete a nerve toxin from her leaves.

~Weapons and Equipment: She carried a bag of water with her at her side. She of course cannot digest it like we do, but her insides are all roots nestled in soil. To emulate Fleshings more, she appears to drink the water through her mouth much like anyone else.

~Skills: She knows herbs and medicine's inside and out. Although what they do a Fleshings body she can only guess the effects it will have on that person. Yet she's learning and has gotten most of what is bad and good for Fleshings.. she's just not correct 40% of the time.

~Former training:

None other than watching others move... she does like TV a lot and would try to copy their actions with little success. What she does would be mostly by chance.

~A Face to Fear~

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~Height: She can be any size, but mostly 5'7
~Weight: 112 lbs
~Hair Color: vines, so green
~Hair Style: Two vine lengths out of the back of her head like pigtails.
~Eye Color: blue and brown
~Play-By:
~Clothing Style: (at least three sentences)
~Distinguishing Features: Clea likes the facial features that Many can have and would like to change her own face to match others but she can never get it right... so smudges of mud at certain places at makes her feel like she has changed in a way. Her eyes are actually the only two bulbs she has on her vines. Flowers that would bloom with another of her species around... but seeing as she knows there is not other, she uses them as her eyes, both off color to attract different insects to take to the other plant.

She's green... she cannot change this fact as her vines are her 'skin' and 'muscles' and as an added part, she has an over access of vines she didn't know what to do with. She knows that Many has 'hair' and in her attempt to replicate this she had two long twined vines at the top of her head like pig-tails.

~OVERALL APPEARANCE:

~Beneath the Exterior~

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~Likes:
*The sun
*Soil
*Water
*Nice Fleshlings
*Shoes
*Music/classical
*Watching people eat
*Rotten food-it's good compost
*Wind

~Dislikes:
*Clothes
*Reading
*Technology
*Salt
*Cold
*Trash

~Fears:
*Fire
*Sharp things
*Dark places
*Dry places
*Losing her ability to stay 'Fleshling like'

~Weaknesses:
*Shoes she loves them
*Anything that is too Acidic or Basic in PH
*Easily distracted
*Ignorant with Fleshling life
*Needs soil with her a all times
*Doesn't understand the concept of Money.
*Curiosity- it gets her into trouble a lot.
*Unable to blend in with the crowd

~Strengths:
*Strong connection with the earth.
*Quick learner
*Observant
*Flexible- better than a contortionist.


~Goals:
*To find out what happened to the Eyrie long ago
*To find the perfect pair of shoes

~Hobbies:
*Shoe shopping
*Playing child games
*Museum visiting
*Talking with other plants

~OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Clea is very childlike and innocent in the ways of life. She hadn't interacted with Fleshings for nearly 200 years so her comprehensive thought of the ways mortals work is hardly up to date. She remembers alot of her past as plants retain memory, but she didn't have her questions answered back then. Naive and very influential she easily can be made to think she's doing the right thing as per mortals standard. She does however have great wisdom and can make up her own mind about things. Like death, she understands that Fleshings die... that plants die and it's a natural thing, but to cause one death is beyond her understanding. Unless under threat herself she wouldn't willing lash out to end another life. Clea also doesn't distinguish herself as a 'I, me, myself' but 'oneself' as she does know she's a separate entity. Currently relearning about the outside world of her jungle she's very curious and is still getting the hang of emotions. Expression is still confusing to her and most likely will get it wrong.

~Rap and History~

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~Mother: She considers Selina her master or creator.
~Father: NA
~Siblings: many of other plants, she does seed after all.
~Other relations: none
~Companions: The tiny stone finger of Selina at her core named O'Kra meaning beloved in tree speech.


~OVERALL HISTORY:

The first time that Clea had moved her vines on her own, she knew she was different, that fact that her thought process had changed was a testament to that. It was a relvation and took several days for her actually come to terms with the new sensations. She couldn't explain how she changed only that she had. Clumsy and slow at first Clea tested her abilties. Movement... sounds... thought... it was first time she could feel the sun with actual relish, the soil at her roots and the lovely water she was soaking up. It was wonderful... and for a shile she had no words or knowledge of what anything was called... only sensations. Selina... she would say was her first word she learned. Oddly this word comfrted her and she grew to want this being around more and more. Mostly for she had recollection that water and sun came with the greting of this creature. Such never a word could describe her attatchment to this being.

It was once or maybe several times, as plant do not count days, Selina had not come to give her the daily sprinkle... Clea knew where this sustence came from and wanted more than anything this wonderful feeling. It was the first time she moved herself to the source. Her vine had strength she never knew of as she detangled her self from the wooden posts she was so happily intwined in and lifted up her small self towards the water... it took practice and she soon learned that too much and her soil would come out as well as her roots, taking away that need for food. Instead she had learned to drag herself across the way, keeping everything in tact and got the water so needed.

Soon this became a regular act, she would tend herself and pour in nutrients and found others than worked better for her growth than others. Selina had come home to a rather large vine plant and with curious notion started to talk to Clea. This made Clea happy in a way, she soaked up the knowledge that Selina gave her. Things called words and names... actions and things... She could comprehend very little again at first and Selina had given her a special concoction... magic she learned that Selina had added to the nutrients. her knowledge grew with days and soon she was 'walking' in Selina's terms... she even went about the 'stone' place she was in and meet others... Many were interesting and she learned much. Also she got into a lot, 'Many' did not also like her meddling in things but mostly let her 'play' and learn things...

Life went on and curious things happened, 'Many' ... had left her... Selina had gone... She learned of fire ... and blood... death wasn't new to her, but she thought she would more time.... whatever time was. She had stayed with the stone Selina for much of that time... and wandered the halls, taking up whatever information she could get to find out why all this happened. She had learned words but still could not read fully... She now understood what frustration was when she looked at the words and could only get certain things... but nothing told her of what happened here. Alone she merely forgot that emotion and decided to leave Stone Selina to look for answers elsewhere. Of course not without a souvenir. Selina had started to crumble from the time she stood under the wind, rain and cold... a piece had fallen off that Clea had tucked into ehr soil. Her beloved master would come with her in a way.

she had never traveled long distances before and nothing was like the halls she traveled so frequently. it was long and the terrain was sometimes hard to get her pot over, which was now a little stifling for her roots. She came across nothing to help her, nothing to answer her questions... but then time was nothing to her all of this was inconsequential. Winter had come and she slept... to awaken and start her journey once more. She couldn't count how many times this happened before she came across 'Many' once more. Her memory served her as that this was a good thing as 'Many' watered and fed her... but she could not understand why she was not getting such treatment as before. 'Many' was supposed to help her... so why not these ones? Sure their faces were different... their feet were different... but still...

It was by now that her roots had overgrown the pot and she felt her life slipping away. These 'Many' had tried to give her stuff she did not want... it stunk to her roots, and curled their tips with disgust. It had been so long since these feelings had ome to her again that she remembered why she went on this journey... she wanted to know what happened to her 'Many'... A ship... she remembered that... 'Many' had gone into those a lot and always came back but maybe this thing had the answers instead... not to mention, they were loading on other plants... these Many would look after her then!

With the last of her strength she lifted herself onto the ship as Selina had called it and awaited for something to happen. And waited ... and waited... her life nearly spent she could merely close her perpetually eyes and shut off her thinking... she slept.

Her roots felt free... the sun was warm on her leaves once more... and water.... water had poured down on her in multiple drops. It took more of this care but slowly she had re-awakened to a whole new environment. Trees were all around her... her roots were expanding into the soil... Yes... she felt alive once more... and tried to lift herself... and tried... and tried.... but her roots were tightly bound into the soil... her pot was gone... what had happened? As big as she now was she reached to another plant and found it enjoying the sun and soil like she was.. only there was no thought..... of so she had determined... it was slow to respond... sluggish like it would not matter to answer Clea's questions. All plants were like this and tried several other plants only to learn she was amongst a large newly planted growth... where? She did not care... the trees she could reach told her of things she couldn't see above her 6 foot height.... they at least were more able to answer her. They told her of places they came from and the horrors of their life.

Fire... cutting.... ripping and tearing.... she had an idea that if others of her kind could suffer so much..... did her Many suffer as much? She grew and took knowledge where she could... and soon her mind was slowly to that of the trees... and weeds... the grass... it didn't matter so much... until she came across the stone piece of Selina one day... it seems it had fallen out of her pot long ago and still had remained nearby. Her roots clung to it and she struggled to remember and not loose herself like the others had... No she wasn't going to fall down and forget but she could only sit and wait with her vines spreading further and further into the jungle.... she spanned and sometimes Many would come to certain spots... she learned more as her mind matured further... watching them on their equipment... it was soon that Many stopped coming and her knowledge was stunned once again.

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