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Name:Lequoia
Orientation: Bi
Gender: Male
Parents: NA
Siblings:NA
Mate: N/A
Breedings: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Friends: N/A
Personality/ Background: Within every seed, there is life, power and hope. Hope that it will grow...flourish...nourish. Hope that could a feed a herd.
Lequoia guards his seeds....tends them. He harbors their hope and then spreads it to the world, dropping off baskets of fruit and vegetables to herla around him. He had soaked in the words of his great grandmother and watched her every day of his young fawnhood as she tended and protected this hope. Now that she had become one with the earth...to truly nourish her hope...Lequoia had taken over her calling.

Only...it wasn't as grand as he had once believed. He appreciated the hope and food he brought into the world as well as the gratitude of those he fed. But...something was missing. His grandmother had spoken to the plants and encouraged the seeds....yet...Lequoia needed more than their subtle conversation to keep him sated. He was lonely in his garden and that wish for something other than his calling brought him shame.

In his attempt to follow the calling, Lequoia took to searching for hobbies. It wasn't until one chilly autumn night...that he discovered something rather...entertaining. Laying beside his small fire for warmth, he found himself focusing on the dancing smoke before him. Its tendrils reaching up into the sky as it drifted away. As a child he remembered how he used to play a game and guess what the shapes he saw in the smoke could be. A flower...a tree...a rabbit jumping ...a rabbit jumping!? The smoke had formed the shape of a rabbit that had begun to hop about as if he were controlling it. Controlling the smoke. It was gone almost as if it had never been there but...it had certainly moved. Over the seasons he began to spend more time near his fires and develop this strange...talent? Eventually he was able to tell small stories through the smoke...his control having gained some strength. It was tiring of course...no power came for free...but the exhaustion quieted his lonely mind. Perhaps this would keep him true to the calling...true to hope.


Likes: Gardening, the memory of his grandmother, green beans, autumn, smoke, meeting others, story telling
Dislikes: Bugs, Birds, squash, being alone
Powers: .Lequoia is able to manipulate smoke...but the smoke has to be there already and the longer he uses it the more it drains from him. If he tells a story with it...e will most likely sleep for a few hours afterward if not more.
Available for Mate: Yups
Available for Breeding: With extensive rp