Name: Seneca Sun-Rose
Age: About 21 in Florysl years
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 5'6", average weight. Seneca has brown, wavy hair that reaches mid-back with pink and yellow flowers that bloom on occasion. Rarely is her hair without any blooms, except when sick. Her skin is a very pale green, like the stem of a fragile flower. Her eyes are startlingly and entrancingly large and dark, like all of her species. Her "clothes" are actually various plant variants that grow on her. Her sleeveless "dress", knee-length, is made of a mass of silky, leafy vines that sway when she walks. Seneca, of course, wears no shoes. Around her neck is a single, ever-blossoming red rose. Various other entanglements grow on her from time to time, such as a honeysuckle vine that often enjoys spiraling around her legs.
Personality: Seneca is a genuinely sweet individual. She loves her home and her people and the wildlife around her. While she is generally patient and understanding, Seneca, like all mortals, can at times be impatient or stubborn. She enjoys butterflies and moths but not bees (because they tickle) and not wasps (because they're mean). Her favorite flowers are daisies, roses and alares ("Sweet love"- a dainty pick flower). Her favorite trees are cherry trees, oaks and banyans.
History: Seneca was born to Ginseng Thyme and Redwood Thorn, their only child. While most Florysl tend to be jovial and tight-knit, Seneca's parents were a bit wilder than most. Instead of the normal scene of tender moments under the arbor telling story with long visits at the nursery, her parents were rarely involved, stopping by only when they felt like it. Under it all, they loved her, she supposed, but they did not show their affection in the normal way. Sometimes they would go on picnics together or visit a field of butterflies. Her fondest memories of the three of them was dancing in the rain together on moonlight nights. As erratic as that love was, it all ceased around the age of twelve. Suddenly, her parents stopped visiting, stopped all contact. They had disappeared, running off together to a world considered more exciting and entertaining, a world of strangers and new things to see. Seneca was all alone, and though the abandonment hurt, after a time she enjoyed it. She grew up secretive and mischievous. Mimicking her parents, she lived alone, appearing only when she felt like it, interacting with others of her species, but never forming true bonds. The others looked on her in a sort of pity and annoyed tolerance. Seneca was beautiful, truly, and witty and entertaining, but odd. Very odd, indeed, in their eyes.
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Age: About 21 in Florysl years
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 5'6", average weight. Seneca has brown, wavy hair that reaches mid-back with pink and yellow flowers that bloom on occasion. Rarely is her hair without any blooms, except when sick. Her skin is a very pale green, like the stem of a fragile flower. Her eyes are startlingly and entrancingly large and dark, like all of her species. Her "clothes" are actually various plant variants that grow on her. Her sleeveless "dress", knee-length, is made of a mass of silky, leafy vines that sway when she walks. Seneca, of course, wears no shoes. Around her neck is a single, ever-blossoming red rose. Various other entanglements grow on her from time to time, such as a honeysuckle vine that often enjoys spiraling around her legs.
Personality: Seneca is a genuinely sweet individual. She loves her home and her people and the wildlife around her. While she is generally patient and understanding, Seneca, like all mortals, can at times be impatient or stubborn. She enjoys butterflies and moths but not bees (because they tickle) and not wasps (because they're mean). Her favorite flowers are daisies, roses and alares ("Sweet love"- a dainty pick flower). Her favorite trees are cherry trees, oaks and banyans.
History: Seneca was born to Ginseng Thyme and Redwood Thorn, their only child. While most Florysl tend to be jovial and tight-knit, Seneca's parents were a bit wilder than most. Instead of the normal scene of tender moments under the arbor telling story with long visits at the nursery, her parents were rarely involved, stopping by only when they felt like it. Under it all, they loved her, she supposed, but they did not show their affection in the normal way. Sometimes they would go on picnics together or visit a field of butterflies. Her fondest memories of the three of them was dancing in the rain together on moonlight nights. As erratic as that love was, it all ceased around the age of twelve. Suddenly, her parents stopped visiting, stopped all contact. They had disappeared, running off together to a world considered more exciting and entertaining, a world of strangers and new things to see. Seneca was all alone, and though the abandonment hurt, after a time she enjoyed it. She grew up secretive and mischievous. Mimicking her parents, she lived alone, appearing only when she felt like it, interacting with others of her species, but never forming true bonds. The others looked on her in a sort of pity and annoyed tolerance. Seneca was beautiful, truly, and witty and entertaining, but odd. Very odd, indeed, in their eyes.
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