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Tarran
Legacy Name: Tarran

The Glade Archan
Owner: Nytesoul

Age: 12 years, 11 months, 3 days

Born: May 31st, 2011

Adopted: 4 years, 3 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: February 1st, 2020

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 2
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

A gentle spring breeze is blowing outside the tavern. Inside, in the corner at the back of the room, sits a gentle looking man. The other occupants of the tavern are being loud, bellowing, boasting about whatever is going on in their lives- but he sits there, quiet, looking down at the cup the waitress just brought him. A long piece of hair falls down in front of his eyes, and so he reaches up with a slender, yet masculine hand, and pushes his hair back away from his face.

After a few moments he sighs, stands up, and leaves the money for his drink on the table. Shaking his head at the noisy people, he moves out of the tavern to outside. There he turns his face to the sun and smiles. It's beautiful out. He looks down and sees dirt scuffed on his dark shoes, so he sighs slightly and looks around. Once again he finds himself drifting through the small town towards a flower shop. It feels like home to him.

Inside the flower shop he gets to work, tidying up this and moving that to where it needs to go. Once everything is clear, the man smiles to himself, stands in the middle of the room and holds his hands out away from him. The palms of his hands start glowing a soft green color and all around the room the flowers start blooming. They're growing and blending together with other flowers causing new flowers to be made. A satisfied sigh emits from his throat, but is quickly replaced by a disappointed sigh- there's dirt on his black slacks and black shirt. But he shrugs. It's to be expected from his line of life. He reaches down and wipes away the dirt best he can, before opening his shop up for business.

When the shop opens up, and the lights come on, he moves behind the counter and waits patiently for someone to come in. There's no place he'd rather be than with the flora that he loves so much. Lost in a day dream he doesn't even notice that the bell on his door has rung, and a lovely young lady has just walked in. Only when he heard her soft voice was when he was pulled back to reality. The man pushed his long forest green tinted hair out of his eyes again and waited for her to make her selection. He was watching with anticipation, but quickly froze when her gaze got locked with his rust colored eyes.

Name: Tarran
Age: 29 in the mortal years
Hair Length and Color: Shoulder blade length and forest green
Eye Color: Rust/Hazel depending on his mood
Height: 6'5"
Favorite Outfit: Black dress slacks, black dress shirt, and black dress shoes
Powers: Can control flora
One thing he dislikes: That he's mute
One thing he loves: Being one with nature

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