<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>Poppy Clovergrove</strong></span></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/image0.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958733022386085918/image0.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/958842605586743307/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Poppy Clovergrove<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Vinespinner<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Wood<br/><strong>Apparent Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Height:</strong>4’11<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>115<br/><strong>Hair Color:</strong>Ginger locks with streaks of pale blonde<br/><strong>Eye Color:</strong>Emerald<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Demisexual<br/><strong>Basic Description:</strong>With her short and petite stature Poppy doesn’t appear imposing, her face features making her appear soft. Tapered ears poke out through her wild mane of ginger and blonde, freckles in patches across the bridge of her nose and shoulders. Often seen barefoot Poppy connects most with nature and as a result her eyes tend to shimmer with flecks of gold when she is surrounded by greenery, her skin nearly glowing when in the sunshine and fresh air. Being a faerie Poppy is most in tune with nature and as such uses the terrain itself to cloth herself, often seen in a leafy garment adorn with flowers and lines, forming a short dress that allows her freedom to move.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Impulsive and hardly serious Poppy is fascinated by the world around her, perhaps far too outgoing for her own good. Curious to a fault she will not think before rushing forward with whatever matter presented, in the mind set of ‘oh this’ll work itself out’. She is however very sweet and will take the time to get close to others as despite her kind, she is highly affectionate and has no qualms latching onto others without notice. The discovery of sweets of a kind far from the honey suckles of her grove has caused an obsession with the faerie, easily distracted with the promise of gift of a sweet of any sort.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>Life within the hidden grove of the fae was one of diligence and duty for those not seen, the silent weavers of nature and protectors of the Earth. A life in which Poppy grew woefully disillusioned to unlike her fellow kind who preferred to keep their distance from other species who did not follow mother earth’s ancient teachings. The dubbed ‘slacker’ Poppy shirked her sacred duties in light of bathing in the sunlight and play, a trait that became more noticed as her lack of faerie wings unlike her brethren was punishment for her lack of seriousness. In her mind she felt there was more to life than simply carrying out the same chores and duties like that of the elders, not content in following the same paths despite the insistence she do so as the eldest daughter of her small clan within the community.<br/><br/>In line to be betrothed despite her lack of wings Poppy found the force of marriage a final straw that broke what disillusion she clan wished to fit her within, unable to withstand the immense pressure as she fled in the dead of night leaving behind only a wilted flower in her nest. The grove in which her clan had called home for eons held a barrier in which most could not break the spell of illusion, yet on the night of her departure Poppy found the barrier having been broken, their homes exposed and now in the direct gaze of a fearsome dragon as massive of the very mountains themselves. Before any alarm could be given the village was engulfed in a cloud of fiery smoke and smolder, the devastation causing the very ground itself to weep as fae young and old were turned to ash before Poppy’s very eyes.<br/><br/>Stunned and unable to move Poppy found cover in a nearby trunk as the cries of her brethren rang out, the normally docile and ‘slacker’ feeling her blood run cold as the devastation continued. Warriors attempted to combat the mighty dragon but to no avail, the village burning down around her feet as Poppy unconsciously found herself stepping forward with a bitter hatred fueling the innate rage that perhaps always was a part of herself. She had long wished to rid herself of her once mundane village, but the destruction and meaningless death called her to action in a way that she had never known.<br/><br/>Scooping up a fallen weapon in fury Poppy found the whip itself coming alive in her hands, growing several yards long as though it became in tune with her aching rage. Even now she can’t recall just how it came to be or even how she found herself capable of such, the moment a blur as the faerie struck blow after blow across the dragon’s face and neck, watching as the once flimsy vine seeming to split even the dragon scales themselves. Yet with every blow she found the dragon attempting to retreat as it trashed in agony, Poppy seeing red as her once distanced attacks became closer and closer. Only after the dragon took a knee did Poppy find her chance, a looming nest overhead allowing the faerie to lasso the whip around the creatures neck, the thorns becoming like teeth as they sawed along with her weight pulling backwards. It was exhausting work as Poppy continued to thrash and pull, leashing the dragon to it’s spot as it writhed and roared enough to make the very ground shake.<br/><br/>Poppy wasn’t sure how much time passed before she found the whip finally becoming slack, the dragon’s head lowering as it gave its last death rattle, its once earthy color becoming muddy and ashen until finally it moved no more. Tears steamed freely from the faerie’s eyes as she collapsed against the tree exhausted and heartbroken, the village deathly quiet as she sobbed. In the haze of the burned and destroyed village was a gentle whisper, a whisper Poppy knew all too well as the very spirit of Avatasia spoke to her. She would be a protector, having meant for so much more than her village...the instructions barbaric, but simple.<br/><br/>Consume the dragon’s heart.<br/><br/>Delirium and sadness compelled the young faerie to do just that, using the vine she had used to take down the beast to make work of sawing the torso with grim results. Time meant nothing to Poppy as by the time she managed to break through the scales and rib cage, she was rewarded with the still heart nearly as large as herself. Greedily she consumed the irony meat as her face rivaled her fiery hair, the first swallow filling her with immense power unlike she would ever know. The whisper  pushed Poppy forward to seek out fellow slayers as they were known, a group of those who had done such a feat like herself, in order to protect others from such a fate. It became Poppy’s new call to life, and with a heavy heart she left the remains of her village to serve the king and become a dragon slayer.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Crest Location:</strong>Hollow of throat<br/><br/><strong>Dragon Arm:</strong>(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/956519168725884978/958824936556859392/image0.jpg)<br/><strong>Dragon Arm Ability:</strong>The whip itself can be used to send Poppy sailing between tree branches or other areas she can successfully wrap around, the thorns on such carrying a toxin that if cut by can cause numbness and if left untreated can become gangrene. Poppy herself is immune to such as she often uses the weapon defensively to evade escape and gain the higher ground.<br/><br/><strong>Dragon Mode:</strong>When in dragon mode Poppy’s entire being becomes a flower, her limbs leaves with thick thorns along the back of her calves and forearms. In this form she is able to take flight unlike her previous state, with her speed greatly enhanced because of such. The thorns she bears are covered in a highly toxic poison, her sight more akin to a bug allowing her to see targets in greater depth and area.<br/><br/><strong>Dragon Magic:</strong><br/>★<span class="bbc_u"><em>Regeneration</em></span>- Although extreme heat or cold can greatly affect Poppy, outright limb attacks or lobbing of limbs is not as much of a concern. Like splicing together a bud to a new stem, she can reattach body parts with a short cool down period, or outright grow back and heal so long as her head remains intact. So long as she has a strand left, she will recover from wounds no matter how serious. The more serious the longer it takes, a normal cut usually healing after a few seconds.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Petal dance</em></span>-In her dragon form Poppy is able to take to flight, like a delicate petal in the wind, her agility unmatched when airborne. Despite her small stature she is able to carry various loads even while in the air, sending comrades into dizzying dives right at a target with careful aim. With this advantage Poppy can cause disorientation to an enemy with her constant fluttering and buzzing around their head, often deploying combo attacks while evading with ease.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><em> Wood manipulation</em></span>Depending on the size Poppy can have the terrain aide her attacks, using tree branches to snag or trap a target, or vines to hold one captive. With the boost of her own kinship to nature itself, what she manipulates takes on stronger properties as a result, vines more like iron than fleshy greenery as even grass can take on a sharpened edge if she so desires.<br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Allergy bombs</em></span>- Releasing a cloud of pollen can render a target temporarily blind by the cloud, Poppy able to use what is around her. If she is to find herself near a particularly nasty plant, or poisonous one, the cloud therefore could be used to poison a target but she is unable to outright create said plant at will as of yet.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Strengths:</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em>Sweet like honey</em></span>-One of Poppy’s best assets is her sweet nature that allows her to befriend a majority of those she comes in contact with, the bubbly faerie easily smiling and so damned curious it’s difficult to be upset at her. Although not impossible. She yearns to learn as much as possible of those around her, so she is allows asking questions and wants to be as helpful as she can go everyday things. It may not always be that helpful, but she tries so hard to please.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em> Light on her feet</em></span>- Almost never seen sitting still, Poppy is always skipping around or dancing with an air of grace to her. At times it appears she is nearly floating, although more keen eyes can see outdoors she will often encourage the grass beneath her feet to grow a few inches; totally not because she doesn’t feel comfortable being surrounded by taller folks. Every movement she makes is like the gentle billow of leaves in the wind, often on her tip toes as she streaks across the ground with a giddy giggle in her agility.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em> Formidable memory</em></span>- With most faeries they are said to be the vaults of the forests, often tricking poor souls of their names and in return ‘stealing’ all their knowledge. Now while Poppy doesn’t condone such, she does however possess a great memory for all that she has seen or learns of, often times only having to see an action once or twice before picking it up easily. Human traditions and such are far easier to pick up she’s found, and often will recite such in its technical phrasing than the slang or modern term, giving away one of her favorite pastimes which is reading books in the trees. The concept of ‘stealing’ is still fairly uncertain though, as the habit of hoarding such books will become a problem as she’s a menace to the library for that fact alone.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em> Green thumb</em></span>- With the heart of Earth consumed Poppy’s prowess of all things green has only grown, often able to create blooming fields of flowers and greenery with a wave of a hand. Anything she touches will grow more as she can even bring back dead blooms, making them all the more hearty and plentiful. Farming in particular is something she adores as poor little gardens may find themselves nearly overgrown with her helping hand.<br/><br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em> Wilting</em></span>- Enhanced only further by her dragon power Poppy has a difficult time to rapidly changing temperatures, the cold often reducing her power and will Curiosity her appear to shrink more as a result. If she becomes too cold she will become sluggish and unresponsive, as though her body is going into hibernation like the flowers she loves so much. On the opposite end extreme heat can actually do damage to her as heat blasts and waves make her wilt, leaving her dazed and can singe the blooms that cover her. Without a source of shade or water she will continue to wilt until she is near death, a fate she faced only one time before and is adamant to never happen again.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em> Curiosity will clip the bud</em></span>- With a whole new world to explore Poppy is almost obsessed to learn as much as she can, even if she can’t see the inherent danger in such at first glance. Trusting to a fault it would be far too easy to have her led astray by those with not so great intentions, the people pleaser not one to question a person especially if they are a charmer or quite confident.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><em> Flowers for you, and you, and you</em></span>- When Poppy gets too excited or even nervous she tends to create wild patches of flowers that burst forth and cover every inch of space around herself. Being barefoot most of the time it isn’t uncommon to find little daises where she walks, leaving a trail behind her if she’s in a particularly playful mood. While when Poppy is nervous or feeling emotionally hurt the flowers will instead turn into writhing vines of ivy, climbing up her legs and swishing around like an agitated cat’s tail.<br/><br/><strong>On/Offs:</strong>Bekah’s buttons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236994.msg11665698#msg11665698)<br/><br/>