( Sorry for makin ya wait)
Like every other kid I was ... special. At first it was just me being amazingly smart my dialect outranked even the smartest kids in my school. My grades were always up to an A+. Then it was strength I grew incredibly strong over night. That morning I woke up and tried to open the refrigerator I had accidentally torn the door off. In small doses I became a little more powerful. We tried everything until my parents decided we needed to move. Who does that? Your kid is suddenly getting stronger by the day and you get up one morning and say "It's a great idea to move!" This started when I was thirteen and now I am 17 years old it has finally calmed down. My name is Eliza subject rosa.
Eliza's "birth mark"
My name is Velda subject Verde. When I was five years old I could hear what some animals said, being five no one believed me. As I got old when I was 7 my parents caught me talking to animals and begun to take me to psychiatrist. This continued for 3 years. When I turned 11 I made a giant flower bloom. I was falling some kids pushed me and before I knew it boom a flower! I would randomly make flowers bloom or I had vines rap around me until I turned 15. I practically practiced this for 3 years so it makes sense at 15 it would calm down. I am 17 and I still can do this.
Velda's "birth mark"
When I was six I was diagnosed with pyromania. My parents sent me to camps, and Boarding schools but nothing worked. When I was nine I learned how to make fire move. When I was ten I met my best friend Harlow who could make water move. We got along fine and helped each other control the strange urges. She helped take my mind off of fire, until I would randomly start them with the palm of my hand. We got control when we where 16. I am 17 years old and when I am angry I randomly start fires. My name is Peregrine subject loca.
Peregrine "Tattoo"
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Flower Girls
Viễn tưởngThey are one of the weirdest group ever the reason for that simple some powers. They are supposed to be strong but will the battles ahead break their spirits? Will they hold on tight to what remains of their broken selves?