Name: Laurel Willowbrook
Age: 25 in human years, though he looks and acts like a 13 year old
Gender: male
Height: 4'9
Weight: 88lbs
Race: wood elf.
Pain Tolerance: poor
Appearance: Though Laurel has lived for some time, He appears to be in the lower teens both in his mannerisms, and physically. Laurel is a slight boy of small stature, with a sweet round face, and watery blue eyes. He has long hair trailing down to the small of his back, quite silky and fine in texture. His skin is pale, and flushes very easily whether due to embarrassment or impact. Laurel prefers loose fitting clothes that allow him to move freely, and has a preference for light colors. He wears a circlet of branches atop that blonde head, that appears quite alive. At times, it cam be a mere collection of twigs, and at others, it will be at full bloom, or full of wilting flowers.
Interests/Hobbies: Laurel has a great interest in the outdoors, and feels the most comfortable among the shade of tall trees, or lying in overgrown tall grass, letting himself collapse into it's softness, and fresh scent. He also loves drawing and painting in his free time, and a bit of light gardening, though he prefers wild loose plants over tidy gardens.
Personality: Laurel has a bright and bubbly personality. He's very seldom pessimistic, and tries his best to remain positive. That's not to say he's without emotion. If anything, Laurel can be quite emotional, and tends to cry easily when his feelings are hurt, or if he's particularly frustrated. Oddly innocent for his age, the boy has been a bit sheltered in the past, and tends to see the best in everyone, assuming that people often have a very good reason to be acting out. Laurel has a strong sense of right and wrong, and even stronger feelings about how we should treat one another. Kind and responsible as he may be, Laurel is not without his own flaws. He can be forgetful, and flighty. He often can't focus well during lessons, and simply forgets to pay attention to his surroundings at times.
Though he could easily assert himself as an adult due to his lived age, Laurel simply doesn't see himself that way. He's always had to obey adults, and to fall in line with authority, and it comes naturally to him. He accepts consequences and care as any 13 year old boy would.
While Laurel tries to be social and attentive, at times, his past gets to him, and he longs to be alone with perhaps one or two people he can truly be close with. This is when he is the most open and comfortable. It's really in these moments when a very sensitive and affectionate boy comes out.
History: Laurel was abandoned at birth without a trace of his mother or father left behind, on the doorstep of a kindly human sorceress named Hazel when he was but a few weeks old. He has no memory of the pair, and is thankful for that fact. The woman was only ever called 'grandma' by Laurel, as she was already fourty-five when he'd arrived at her doorstep. For most of his life, Hazel was his entire world. They were inseparable, with a fierce love and protectiveness for one another, the woman protecting the odd boy, knowing what scorn could come from humans who didn't fully understand magic folk. When Laurel was small, she took care of him, and gave him most everything his heart desired. And, when she grew old and frail, Laurel did the same for her.
It became clear when Laurel was only a baby that he wasn't 'normal', his ears growing more pointy every day, his demeanor so calm and thoughtful for a baby. He seldom cried, and was often quite clever and bright-eyed. He seemed to grow and to age so slowly that Hazel grew concerned. With research, she slowly learned just what sort of child she had on her hands. One that would need a very careful upbringing. And so, Hazel and Laurel kept to themselves in the woman's simple, but elegant cottage. On occasion, Laurel would play with other children in the village, but had to stay inside most days, or in their back yard, to avoid suspicion about his oddities. The older he grew, the more his powers advanced, from sprouting cute little flowers when pleased with himself, to encouraging their strawberry plants to produce absurdly oversized fruit.
One day, when Laurel fell from a tree and sprained his wrist, Hazel sprinted down the grassy hill at full speed to see the boy conjuring roots from the ground as he wailed miserably, the gnarled wooden 'claws' reaching out for the other children he'd been playing with, Hazel knew that their play dates had to come to a definite end. From that day on, she kept him within her sight. She tried to teach the boy to center himself, and to steady his emotions, and only succeeded to a certain degree. In the end, she made him a small charm, (a tiny woven wreath of dark, petrified wood) which Laurel wears around his neck to this day, to allow the boy to only use half of his potential. He is free to remove it himself, but Laurel has never wanted to. It's a piece of Hazel, which he would never part with.
A few weeks after Hazel passed, Laurel received an anonymous letter informing him of La Lune's existence. He packed his bags and left the next day.
Misc: Laurel's circlet and ankle wrapping seem to be intune with his emotions. When he is sad, they're wilting and grey. When he's happy, they blossom and thrive. When he's depressed, the branches look barren and dead, etc.
School Clubs/Activities: Laurel hasn't had much formal education, so he is a bit behind, despite being an adult age. He enjoys his electives most of all. Anything that lets him freely be himself is considered a gift. Art class, Choir, and Creative writing are among his favorites.
Relationships: None yet.
