Jan 14, 2019 5:52:28 GMT -6
Tulip Evergreen color your world like a canvas that matters most to you. general info
appearance Her work as a painter only means that one thing is at stake more than anything; her clothes. White or colored clothes -- t-shirts, dresses, blouses, the like -- are victim to the paints she uses while she is working. Tulip is always too busy with work to care about her wardrobe, however- only when she is done with painting or if she has finally let go of her distracting thoughts will she know what had been done. Her purple hair, at least, is spared from all the trouble, or at least to a minimum- when working, she ties her hair to a bun or a ponytail, though the latter is still too risky. When out of painting, however, she appears in town like any ordinary citizen. Tulip loves seeing herself in white, and thus this is what she always wears on every occasion. White dresses, white t-shirts, what have you... though she favors dresses the most, as for her they look the most comfortable when walking around, as opposed to pants. She likes her shoes soft and never wears anything that would give her a hard time, like sandals. Her red glasses are somewhat of a signature accessory; she never goes anywhere without them, though it's for her own good, as she has very poor eyesight. personality
Imagination always wears out her thoughts, but she's always forever grateful to have it. Without it, she won't be able to paint, she won't be able to think clearly. For Tulip, the world is a huge canvas and she wants to drown it in various colors, and let her creativity soar. Tulip believes that there are no borders to creativity and imagination; anywhere you go always has color and life to it, and that's what makes the world beautiful. Tulip Evergreen, though only a painter, is diligent when it comes to her craft. She takes pride in finishing her work, even at the cost of her own health and exhaustion; but the results are always worth it. She likes to help whenever she can, even in situations that are way out of her league for her to take part in. Tulip, as said before, is determined to finish something in time, and will not stop until it has been done. Tulip is also a kind-hearted woman and never thinks ill of others, even towards her enemies. This, however, forms many of her own flaws. In this imaginative mind comes the price of distraction; so lost in her own thoughts, she is never able to properly pay attention to anything around her. The world may be a canvas, yes, but it won't stop anyone from giving her weird looks if she were talking or mumbling to herself. Being distractive, however, is not only due to her imagination, but because of the painful past that had happened to her before, a past that she would rather not remember. Aside from that, Tulip tends to become too persistent whenever on a job, making her quite hard-headed. She leaves out opposing thoughts that want her to stop taking a job, even though those thoughts only care for her well-being. As a result of this shortcoming, she becomes grouchy the next day, and would snap if you so much as disturb her. She also tends to become lazy whenever she's too tired to do anything. Luckily, this only happens very rarely, but if it does, watch yourself around her. abilities CONTRACT ( intermediate ) As a familiar, she is able to form contracts with other species except other familiars. Since she hasn't made contracts with other species before, she is inexperienced with this ability and fears that if she were to try it, it would go all go wrong. SHIELD CREATION ( advanced ) Able to create a shield that would protect her and her contractor out of harm. Tulip is quite experienced in the ability and is able to sustain the shield for a considerable amount of time, despite the difficulties. Regardless, she can control the summoning of the shield, unless she is out of control or exhausted. COUNTERSPELLS ( advanced ) Able to cast counterspells towards opponent spells. Tulip is most adept in defensive rather than offensive, though she can cast counterspells without so much difficulty and at will. HEALING ( intermediate ) Able to heal herself and her contractor, or the surrounding party. Tulip is not so experienced with this ability and can only heal few people at once, or if she were healing herself, it would take a rather long time to do so. Any more pressure on this ability would result in her fainting and the healing process discontinued. ..:: SHAPESHIFTING ::.. CROCODILE FORM ( adept ) Tulip, as a familiar, is able to shapeshift into a huge crocodile at will. In this form, her purple eyes change to red and her whites turn black. Her scales are a solid black that seems to shine like onyxes, accompanied by naturally heavy and sharp claws and razor sharp teeth. A rather scary form, though she is not too aware of her appearance on this form, and only changes in front of her contractor. ENHANCED STRENGTH ( advanced ) In her crocodile form, she is able to attain enhanced strength, due to her large size and crushing weight. Tulip is able to handle her strength in this form even though she is aware of the contrast between this form and her human form. ENHANCED TASTE ( advanced ) In her crocodile form, she is able to attain enhanced taste, able to identify which food is which and able to withstand a few poisonous foods for only a short time, though of course she needs an antidote for this. Tulip is also much aware of what an actual crocodile craves, and sometimes she might act up as well, though she has trained herself to withstand it; though watch yourself if she gets out of control. ENHANCED SMELL ( adept ) In her crocodile form, she is able to attain enhanced smell, and is able to make out fragrances even from miles away. Whether it be sniffing out a particular person or thing, or telling through smell a location that one wants to go, she is able to handle it. Tulip tries not to smell animals, though, as sometimes this results in her acting up as a carnivore. WATER ADAPTION ( adept ) Tulip is much stronger in wet environments compared to dry environments, and most especially is she were submerged in water. Of course, as a human she would not dare to touch any body of water, but in her crocodile form she is able to swim to great distances and set course in any body of water; though most preferably in swamps. backstory Lorsette is a far away place. It's so different from her old home, yet somehow, also quite similar. She could call it a city of her own volition. No, her old home was not a city of buildings and concrete and cars flying through the streets, travelling back and forth in rapid speeds. It is not a city of people, populated with thousands of them, maybe millions... maybe more than that. No, it was a city of flowers, and for her, most beautiful than any other city the world has ever birthed. Arrays of fields that stretch out towards thousands of acres, covering the distant hills, filled with flowers. Flowers of differing shapes, sizes, varying in colors. Flowers too beautiful to even differentiate. As a child, she loved to run into these open fields. She has memories of laughter at the presence of grass on her feet, the way she ought to be careful around the flowers and not step on them so carelessly. She loved to gaze into the far distance, seeing the fields of golden grass that sway to the song of the wind, covered in the blessing of sun, the thousands of arrays of colors and sizes in those fields in the shape of the flowers she so loved. Oh, how she wished to be running through those fields, enjoying the colorful sight. Flowers held all the color in the world, and gave birth to her imagination. She is forever thankful for this blessing. In the middle of these fields is the Evergreen greenhouse, the master house that is shelter to none other than the flowers collected from those fields, collected by her family for how many years have past. Pink lilies adorn the glass walls that reflect the sun, shining down on the soft ground that she steps and runs on. Lavender remains suspended on the roof of the greenhouse through the flowering pots that her family have prepared. In the flower pots on the ground, the ones she can reach and play with and observe to her delight, were the sunflowers, that follow the sun's every direction and whim, the daffodils, the daisies, the marigolds. And of course, the tulips, that adorn the flower ponds that sparkle in the sun. They were her favorite flowers. The flowers she was named after. Tulip has known nothing in this place, only paradise. The sun always sets and rises in a neverending cycle, taking the flowers and their sleep along, but she always feels satisfied with it. There were no others in this place, only her family. They are forever grateful for this place, of which holds so much beauty in it. Of course, the flowers. They seem to surround them in every direction, almost welcoming them wholeheartedly with open arms. Of course, Tulip is always quick enough to run up to them and happily accept. She feels welcome. She feels safe. She hopes it would remain the same. Sadly, there are hazards, big or small, and they always come to infiltrate places. Not even a field full of flowers is safe from it. She remembers running towards the green house, hiding behind the pots that hold the sunflowers, who are now currently asleep, their awareness close to none. She was concealed in the shadows, hidden from those that were chasing her. But there was nothing to hide the things that she is about to see. Mother and father are on the ground later, yelling, begging, cornered by intruders, who walk into the greenhouse one by one. They rip at the flowers that her family had taken care of for how many years, bringing hammers with them and hitting the glass walls of the greenhouse. Mother and father were sobbing as they look around, then back to those that have cornered them, eyes teary, faces begging. She watches in full silence, but her thoughts start racing in her head- Wondering what is going on, wondering why she had to hide- Wondering why the greenhouse is suddenly getting destroyed, why the flowers have been taken out of their pots and left there to wilt- She prays. To anyone who can hear her. She prays for this nightmare to stop- please, no, anything but this place, don't destroy it, this place that has shown me wonder and beauty- She does not realize that these are the exact same words mother and father had said to the intruders. But they continue breaking down the walls. Laughing maniacally. Mad. Insane. Destructive. They take out their guns and point it at mother and father's faces. "hah. crocodiles taking care of flowers, huh? now that's new." "pathetic, really. not like society's gonna change how they see them in the first place." Two loud bangs that echo through the night. That's what it takes. Mother and father fall to the ground with a loud thump, red pouring out from their bodies. She is left with nothing to do but stare, unable to do anything- Her head starts hurting badly all of a sudden, but she doesn't know why- Maybe because of the glass that starts to fall from above and prepare to penetrate her body, maybe because of the realization that the greenhouse is all but broken and is now starting to fall, maybe because of the flowers that are now ripped from their pots and lying on the ground, wilting and dying- Maybe it's the sight of those intruders walking out of the greenhouse in its downfall- Maybe it's the sight of her parents, as she realizes that they are now dead, lifeless, now unable to take care of her, now leaving her alone- And then, nothing. The world loses all its color, and only darkness remains in her consciousness. ~*~ She did not come here to reminisce on old memories, really. She came here to paint. But as Tulip Evergreen opens her eyes, she finds herself staring at the hills, covered by golden fields that stretch farther into the horizon, the flowers that give it life surrounding every part of it, bringing everything to life. The fields burst with varying shapes and colors, differing sizes, the work of the flowers that bloom and wake in the sun's presence, the flowers she'd known as a child. In the middle of it all is a greenhouse. The Evergreen greenhouse, now lying in neglect, its glass walls broken to shreds. She stares at it for who knows how long. The lilies that decorated the walls of this greenhouse are now long gone, so are the suspended lavender on its roof, serving as fertilizer for the new flowers that grow from the ground. Shattered clay accompanies shattered glass. Dried blood on the ground. She could smell it all from the hill she was sitting on. This had been her home. Her city of flowers. Now... it's all long gone. But it still matters to her. Too much. Why else was she here? And so, she dabs her brush in paint, and begins to recreate these fields into a canvas. She could bring it anywhere now. Without pain. Without judgement. It's really not so much to ask for, being without those two things. misc - Likes: paintings, paints, painting, paint, paint, paint. She could not live without paintings and art, thank you. - Likes (for real): paintings, arts, museums (she loves going to museums, you have no idea), peace, calm, scenery, places that inspire her to paint, places with friendly people, acceptance, nature, flowers, tulips (her favorites), imagination, creativity - Dislikes: thinking about the past, noise, being forced into noisy crowds, deafening silence, a little bit of her crocodile form and herself, artblock - Fears: Not being accepted for who she is. She's a familiar with the ability to turn into a black crocodile that looks like a literal nightmare for the average passerby, and most importantly to her own contractor. She hates the idea of being labeled as nothing but a monster and a threat just because of what she is able to transform into, though knows the possibility of it, and it makes her heart ache. She is able to handle herself in her crocodile form, yes, but she does not want to be greeted with the presence of a person who's going to point a finger at her and say "you're nothing but a monster", and is paranoid with the possibility of that ever happening. - Tulip was named after the tulips her family had grown over the years, and they serve as her favorite flower. Now they lay there, dead and wilted, but she treasures the memories anyway. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME Jail ☆ RP EXPERIENCE 4+ years ☆ TIMEZONE GMT+8 ☆ GENDER Female ☆ AGE 16 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS @kaylie @meredith @garret @zory @selina @jason @coco @theo @polvu @jeno ☆ FACE CLAIM TOKYO GHOUL, Rize Kamishiro ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO JAIL. DO NOT STEAL. |
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