Futuristic RE: A Flower Cannot Bloom Without Desire - Character Sheets

[SleepyConley]

Character Sheet

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Mercenary Department Application

(Disclosure: If you're applying, your ass must think you got what it takes to protect the city, huh? Well, good, because things are about to get serious. This isn't like your little university where you fought against your classmates. No. You're fighting against world-class criminals who won't hesitate for one second to have their way with you and kill you. You'll probably die, I mean why else do we take applications among the top students each and every year when we only have 6 groups within our department? Glad you know what you're getting yourself into.)

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[Bloom(s)]: (Describe where your bloom is located, what it is and what it does, if anything.)

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Character Sheet

Lady Taylor Gregory, Captain of The Black Lotus - Team 7​

[Age]: 32

[Gender]: She, her

[Height]: 6'1

[Weight]: 150lbs

[Bloom(s)]: Located on the tip of her finger, her bloom is a coin. It developed from her love of gambling from an early age. When activated it increases her luck, making it so she can dodge incoming attacks easily. Attacks she can see and should have hit her will seem to magically move out of her way. Flipping the coin will allow her access to two moves: tail will increase her movement speed by tenfold for ten seconds, head will allow her to tell if someone is lying for ten seconds.

[Bloom Rank]: S rank.

[Personality]: Grumpy, tired of bullshit, mean in a shoot the shit friendly way.

[Background]: Taylor Gregory grew up in a gang, abandoned by her parents at a young age, she was took in by a ragtag gang. She would indulge herself in smoking, gambling, stealing and partook in many robberies and other illegal activities. By the time her bloom developed she was covered in piercings and tattoos. She learned the street at a young age, she learned not to take shit and how to give some. When her bloom developed she started making a name for herself in the streets of Umbra. She was eventually caught and arrested for a murder she claims she didn't commit. She would spend the ages of 18 to 24 in jail, where she would turn a new leaf, vying to get revenge on those who tattered her name. She would join The Garden and trained to get complete mastery over her bloom and trained in gun and swordplay. Starting out as a Black Lotus recruit and working her way up to Captain status in just 4 short years where she remains to this day.

[Additional Information]: Hates pineapple, an expert with a sword and gun.

 

[Witherking41]

Character Sheet

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Name: tobi dauntless

Age: 19

Weight: 210 lb

Height: 6'5

Pronoun(s):he/him

Bloom: desire for hating blooms. the bloom is located my right arm(palm)
- it only works when touching another bloom or touching the ability of the bloom. if touching the bloom(or person with the bloom) it stops the bloom from work, not killing it but more towards putting it in a slumber until i stop touching bloom(or person). but if touching the blooms ability it stops the ability (not the bloom) at that moment.
-his right arm is the only part of his body that can constantly and fully heal itself, even if it completely gets cut off.

Bloom rank: s+

Personality: kind and sweet to those who aren't his target but does have a moral compass


Background: his life was normal up until 2 days before his 16th birthday, when his parent were accidentally killed by someone who was attempting to rob a bank but ended up using his bloom to cause an explosion. after that he was orphaned, but got adopted on his 16th B-day. his new father had chose him simply because he was about to get his bloom. tobi's bloom was truly formed out of hatred, but the bloom its self was one of a few that were rare which lead to his new father selling him to some covert project.
he was tested on night and day for 2 years, but in the process he learned so much about his bloom. so much so that they sold him to the government, who turned him into a mercenary that would hunt and kill those who the government themed a threat.

 

[Zura]

[Name]: Zeek Looman

[Age]: 21

[Gender]: Male, he, him

[Height]: 5'10

[Weight]: 150lbs

[Bloom(s)]: Guitar. A strap manifests from his back, eventually creating an entire guitar that wraps around to fit perfectly in his hands.

[Bloom Rank]: A+

[Personality]: Happy-go-lucky, aspiring guitarist, cracks jokes and tries to find the best in any situation.

[Background]: Zeek started out, before he even got his bloom, with a love for music. He however, found particular love for playing a guitar. Everyone around him wanted powerful blooms, yet he only wanted something that could help him standout amongst other musicians. However, what he got was the opposite. He found himself with his own personal electric guitar bloom, he could play anything whenever he wanted. The only drawback to this was that the sound and vibration produced was significantly too loud and too strong, a blaring noise of vibration that rattled everything around him, shattering windows and made those around him throw up. A despairing Zeek never gave up, learning to never use his bloom he continued on his path to becoming a musician. Until one day when he was out shopping at a mall, a store nearby was being robbed, suddenly compelled to help, Zeek brought forth his bloom. He played one chord from one of his favorite songs, shattering store windows and dropping everyone around him to their knees, including the robbers. The vibration and sound raising objects off the ground until the sound subsided. Thanked for his deeds, he was also sent home with a number of hospital bills from nearby civilians whose eardrums he busted. Later, he received an email from The Garden asking if he'd like to learn how to use his gifts more precisely, so that he could control the output produced by his bloom. All he had to do was take an entrance exam and then as an outcast, work under the mercenary sector, more precisely under Lady Greg. Which he reluctantly agreed.

[Additional Information]: Competitive in spirit. Wild heart.

 

[myrkwise]

[Name]: Evelyn Rosenberg

[Age]: 18

[Gender]: Female

[Height]: 5'4

[Weight]: 120 lbs

[Bloom] : A seed in place of her left eye, which bloomed into a brilliant and shining crimson orb that bleeds tears with the power to heal injuries, cure diseases, and even repair broken objects. In general, the tears serve the function of restoring that which has or may be lost.

[Bloom Rank]: A+ Rank

[Personality]: She is a generally calm, morose, and somber person, who does not take to anger or excitement easily. That being said, she is not apathetic- far from it. She cares deeply for those she allows herself to care for, which she is rather selective and careful with. Moreover, she has an intense and overpowering fear of loss - especially concerning the death of her loved ones. She will do anything to avoid feeling any such loss- anything.

[Background]: To make a long story short, Evelyn's early years were haunted by a series of tragedies involving the deaths of much her family and quite a few of her friends, many of which were due to criminal activity in Umbra. She even lost her own father - a member of Garden, in fact - due to a targeted capture and execution. The last straw came when her last and closest friend had fallen ill with a terminal illness due to complications with his own seed. Watching him wither away, her heart simply couldn't take it. And so, her seed bloomed, allowing her to shed the tears that would save her friend's life, cure his ailment, and change her own life forever. Initially, Evelyn wanted to keep her power for herself and the people she cared for, exclusively. However, Garden caught wind of her abilities and offered protection to her friend and her remaining family in exchange for her recruitment. With reluctance, Evelyn accepted, though she continues to still not be thrilled with the prospect of bonding with more people and potentially facing their losses as well.

[Additional Information]:

• Evelyn's remaining family consists of her aging mother and her two older and younger brothers.
• Evelyn's friend has a bloom that allows him to become selectively invisible and intangible- a manifestation of his latent desire to die and disappear.
• Evelyn is loath to throw away anything - so she's a bit of a hoarder.

 

[locked n loaded]

name: nina gupta
age: late twenties
gender: female

height: 5’4”, 162 cm
weight: 128 lbs, 58 kg

appearance:
with her small stature, round shoulders, and short but slender jaw, nina doesn’t seem to suit mercenary work, and natural light rounding out her face completes the look with full cheeks and softened features. yet in harsh or dim lighting, you can see the first signs of grit where shadows cling to angular bones. her eyes have the same duality. they’re large, dark brown eyes, but scrutiny reveals a series of lenses ringing her left iris. examples of her few neutral points are her attire, blandly professional and suited for exertion, and her dark, wavy hair, cut short and often pulled back in a ponytail—she’s putting effort into looking good if it’s let loose.

bloom: B+
a flash of red draws your attention to what seems to be a series of camera lenses within a dark eye.

• images and lines of code glisten in her vision, illusionary but tangible — a private network to which she has sole access. nina can sense and tap into ongoing signals, allowing for easy access to websites and communications, though decoding must be done manually.
• a click as gears shift between normality, green night vision, and zooming optics. her eye shutters like a camera and golden tears print a perfect picture.

psyche:
nina has mastered the art of first impressions to appear as a model employee: one who comes prepared and speaks clearly and concisely. one who’s level-headed and especially knowledgeable in her field of expertise. one who’s logical, courteous, and responsible.

it’s a shame things only go downhill from there (or uphill, depending on your perspective). the first to go is her thought-to-speech filter, bringing her maturity and charisma with it as sharp wit and tangential thoughts on pasta sauces, apartment prices, and hiking shoes spill out of her mouth. it’s followed by the dual realizations of her spontaneity and her dependability: nina enjoys the freedom that comes with impromptu meetups and will often send sudden offers day of, but when she promises something, know this—it’s done.

history:
stars shine in her eyes and jackets dwarf her slim shoulders. nina looks young with scraps of accomplishments under her belt and an unremarkable bloom to her name. (too many fields and too little focus; nothing game changing, nothing garden-worthy). it’s her recommendations and her expertise that’ve gotten her this far.

she’s the one you go to for information. she’s old reliable, the one you want watching your back for stakeouts and shootouts and the one you want to see in the morning with coffee for the team.

prior to her transfer, nina was employed on the frontlines of the gang war by the City of Umbra Police Department after graduating from a mid-tier college with a bachelors in computer science.

before even that, nina was an only child born and raised in the slums by single mother Evangeline Gupta who kept a roof over their heads and their stomachs full. when she was off work, Evangeline would sit with nina to watch films on their old television, and when the weekends came around, she would drive the two to meet up with nina’s aunts and uncles (because that’s what they may as well have been) who'd hang out and let their children play together.

it was during this time that nina would develop a passion for music, photography, and film with an old camera clutched in her chubby hands and the words of her godfather’s amused advice ringing in her ears. her desire for modernism would come later, with determination to provide for her family and visits from her elderly grandmother—a sweet, funny woman who’d adapted to and flourished with the change of times—culminating in the development of her seed.

 

[Qazi]

I am the dust and the ashes of the temple of the Holy Ghost, and what marble is so precious?
—John Donne.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
—T. S. Eliot.

But my day stays crowded with tiny stars
Like spangled dust rising from collapsed heaven.
—Harry Mathews.

Name Demian ‘Dusty’ Valéry
Aliases Dusty, Doc Dust, Dustin Valéry, Dust Man
Age 23
Gender Male
Appearance A wiry man, looks younger than he actually is. Scruffy in appearance; wears his hair, has the makings of a mustache and a goatee. A dirty look plastered permanently on his face. He doesnʼt care if he looks good: typically attired in a bowling shirt and chinos, he prefers to look terrible, weird than anything. His hair is dark, so is his skin; equine face, aquiline nose; pre-mature buckteeth, pokes out if he smiles, and a pair of bushy eyebrows.
Height 5ʼ9”
Weight 140 pounds
Bloom His bloom manifests as a layer of dust around his hands. It allows him to magnetically draw further dust, as well as any other powdery substance, towards him. Other powdery substances may include, but is not limited to, ashes, gunpowder, salt, sugar etc., as long as the substance is fundamentally granular in nature. Once he has accumulated sufficient ‘dust force’, or has caught a significant mine of ‘dust’, he can manipulate them to form rudimentary objects and club, suffocate or blind people. Most importantly, however, it makes him pretty good at cleaning.
Bloom Rank S
Personality He is somewhat immature for his age—more given to moodiness than would be normal for a person his age—, although that can be attributed to his particular characteristics and the way he grew up. He is generally very pessimistic, sort of violent and given to cruelty. On the other hand, he is also capable of both appreciating humor and admiring all the little details of life. (Like bowling, for one.) He is best described as ‘bonemeal’—at once, abrasive, but altogether affable too.
Biography Little is known about his history. He was originally hired as a janitor for the Garden, given his ability (and his tendency to be modest about his skills). Nevertheless, after some select incidents, he was taken on as a full-time operative. (Much to his dismay, mind you.) He was born in an alleged ‘mole people hive’, which has instilled in him special tunneler instincts. He spent the better part of his childhood in their caves, occasionally glimpsing the society above; when in his teenage years, driven by restlessness and a desire to inoculate himself against the sufferings of the world, he decided to emerge from the comatose existence of his assumed kin and involve himself in the bric-a-brac! of surface life. Specifically, bowling and dart competitions. Eventually, he would discover his bloom, resulting from his exposure to the dusty caverns of the ‘mole people’, and then subsequently move on from being a dart + bowling hooligan to a professional janitor. One thing led to the other, and now he is here. Catchphrases

• ‘Dust it up!’
• ‘Iʼll turn you into dust!’
• ‘The dust of the world.’
• ‘Iʼll sweep the floor with your ashes.’
• ‘Would you like a pinch of dust with that?’

 

[liostwolf]

[Name]: Hera

[Age]: Exact age is unknown, but she estimates shes around her mid 20’s to her early 30’s

[Gender]: Female

[Height]: 5’3”

[Weight]: 120

[Bloom(s)]: Created from a desire for control. Rose-like flowers sprout from her back, releasing a pheromone that causes people to hallucinate, making them weak and susceptible. Hera can also make the choice to simply make them “lust” after her. She can cause the effect to focus on only one person, or en entire room, but it is only one or the other. She also is able to make thorns grow on the vines of her flowers and use them as weapons. They have a slight poison on them that simply causes irritation.

[Bloom Rank]: S(or SS?)

TW: IMPLIED SA

[Extra Bloom Info]: Hera is often found “playing” with her bloom, when in fact she is experimenting with its powers. Once and a while, she can make the flower much larger than usual, and it can cover her entire body, but this completely removes all other abilities of her bloom. The thorns are created much larger than they should be (around the size of a steak knife) and she has accidentally cut herself with it many times, leaving random nics and scars on her back and hands. She uses the thorns like throwing stars or daggers, depending on the situation.

[Background]: Hera was born in the lower part of the city, and her parents quickly either died, abandoned her, were taken, or sold her off. In any case, she ended up on the streets. At first she was taken in by a lovely group of people, which took care, protected, and taught her up until she was around 5. Then the group either split up or was attacked, but once again she was on her own.

As Hera grew older, she was taught that her body was her greatest asset, though people trying to gain control of her, to men on the streets staring. It didnt matter how old she was, she knew what she had. So because of this, Hera joined brothels, street clubs, and other such places to make her way in life, all of them playing on the illegal side of things. There she was misused, mistreated, and over all abused her present for people and their control over her grew, making her want to get revenge and control on them more every day.,

Growing up in a hostile and competitive environment she learned quickly that you had to earn your place, and earn she did. Through battles of wit, to physical brawls, she made her way out of the pit she was in, by that point her seed, which all had expected to be little to nothing, a C rank at best, was developing to be something quite different indeed. But she didnt have control of it, and as hard as she tried to escape the life she was previously in, it was all but impossible, that is, till she learned that there were places to gain control. So Hera went there, away from the ruckus of life, away from the pain and the misery, she learned, and eventually she gained almost complete control over her boom.

Once Hera had done that, she signed up for the elusive “Garden”. It came to no surprise that she was accepted, and from there she tried her best, and from there her story continues.

[Additional Information]:

• She never leaves without her bag, full of all the necessary things: Perfume, makeup kit, pocket knife, and mace(or whatever it would be in this world)
• When fighting, Hera uses her looks to mislead her enemies and often acts weak
• Because of her past, she has connections with many people
• Hera has a nicotine addiction

 

[leviohsa]

title

artist

Reaper

R

equisite.

name

ramona hilde vanguard

a.k.a.

Reaper, Mona

age

24

gender

cis female

height

5'10"

bloom rank

S

b

loom.

Her bloom is located in between her shoulder blades, centered on her upper back. When in use, it grows into two large, black wings that have about a five foot wingspan. She uses these to help her fly, and when they're in use, the skin on her hands turn an ominous black color, her nails sharpened to look similar to talons.

h

istory

to be revealed

g

allery.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[mysteryxio]

[Name]: Marcel Harcove

[Age]: 25

[Gender]: Male

[Height]: 72 inches

[Weight]: 210lbs

[Bloom(s)]: None though there is a scar on his spine he tries to hide.

[Bloom Rank]: Harvested

[Personality]: He often tries to play the optimist role in the world when it comes to others and puts himself and his skills down. He is fairly shy at first but opens up overtime.

[Background]: Marcel grew up in a relatively normal home with his parents and younger fraternal twin siblings. He was already in the process of graduating college by the time he turned 15. He wanted to work in the world of engineering and computer programming but that was when it happened. He still had his seed in him, located in his back, when he was pulled into an alley at night in Umbra. He was knocked unconscious and when he woke up, he could hardly breathe. His back was mutilated and every breath felt like a weighted burn throughout his body. He was noticed by a passerby who alerted the authorities and he was saved. He spent years recovering from the forms of trauma he endured.


[Additional Information]: He still isn’t fully recovered as he has some issues even touching others and others touching him especially around his back though he has started carrying around a small blade ever since the attack, even taking classes on how to properly fight with it. He has random attacks that feel like he’s having heart attack and is give special meds to help with that when it happens, when this happens his breathing becomes labored and his skin will at times turn different colors due to parts of his body not getting enough air.