Name: Mary Goldbloom
Nicknames: Marigold, Veghead
Alias: Overgrowth
Gender: female
Birthday: May 3, 1996
Height: Normally 5' 4", but it can vary due to her abilities.
Weight: Little over a hundred pounds, but again varies based on abilities.
Hair Colour: Red, and technically it's not hair. Mary's head is covered in long thin petals.
Eye Colour: greyish-brown
Appearance:
Not exactly what I had in mind, but this is the closest I could find. Mary is Chinese-American, though, so she has Asian features. Her figure is modest, and usually small. The grass growths shown in the picture are not present and her feet are shaped like tree roots, often burrowing into the ground for nutrients.
Abilities: She transformed into a bizarre plant/human hybrid. She doesn't need food, instead being sustained by water, nutrients, and sunlight. She can regenerate, and is able to grow faster than bamboo. She can also make parts of her body change into any form of plant matter - vines, leaves, wood, barbs - she can even grow popular fruits like berries. Of course, to go with her abilities comes the trade-off that she's just as vulnerable as a plant to fire, or cold. In theory, she could always plant a seed to grow a new Overgrowth, but it wouldn't be Mary.
Sample Post:
In. Out. In. And out. Mary wasn't really sure if she was breathing in oxygen or CO2 anymore. She assumed CO2, and that she wasn't technically breathing. Ever since her transformation she's wondered what exactly happened to her body, if she still had organs, and what they did now. But then the sun would come out and radiate her petal hair, and she would feel warmth and strength course from her head down to her toes, buried in the earth, and thoughts like that didn't seem important anymore.
Mary was standing in her backyard, stark naked, but not really displaying anything inappropriate. It couldn't really be called a backyard; it was just a square of earth meant to be a garden for the apartments she rented, but no one was interested in. No one but her. She had noticed this abandoned place and ever since her change she used it to have her private time in the beloved outdoors.
She had her arms outstretched now and they were growing so long. Her fingers split and diverged and leaves sprouted from them. The occasional gust of wind chilled her and she could feel a dense outer layer forming around her body to protect her. She knew this was weird but she didn't care. She knew she was a freak, but she didn't care. When she took in the light, and the water buried deep beneath the soil, nothing really mattered.
The day was winding down. She sighed and pulled her feet free of the earth, then walked back inside. Every time she returned indoors she felt more and more contempt for walls, for the very concept of them. There wasn't any other way to say it, though she had been hesitant to utter it out loud: she was becoming more intuned with plants than humanity.