Merlin // D6 // done

appearance.

Hair as dark as soil that had been soaked in rain for days on end. Just like the plants in my garner it refused to sit perfectly, instead deciding to slide across my forehead in one large wave. Eyes that were as green as the moss that grew on damp rooks. Slices of lighter green are streaked inside the iris weaving in and out of the darker greens (just like the various vines and plants that grow in my backyard.) A mouth that twitched with curiosity when coming across something that I had never seen before is perched on my pale face. Lips, a brush of bright colour in contrast to the white canvas they were painted across.

I have never been the physically blessed people. I was not butch or macho or whatever you want to call it. Instead I had legs that were thin, but yet capable of doing what they were made for. Arms thats were lanky, resembling the branches of the tall trees that are my pride and joy. My torso was not wrapped in thick muscles, instead it lacked the needed fat that a person in the capitol would want to rid themselves of. (It was funny how people wanted what they couldn't have.) A body made for running and moving at high speeds and flying through the trees rather than fighting. I would rather be a bird than a moose any day.

Running deep within the skin of your back is a groove, a reminder of an accident that occurred no more than a few months ago. Its twisted fingers ran down the left side of my back a constant reminder that trying to examine child moose when the mother was close by at close range was not one of my best ideas.

personality.

Curiosity is what killed the cat, so imagine what curiosity would do to a boy like me? Endless questions danced back and forth through my busy mind never stoping, always on the move. I was a child born to science, I wanted to know about everything. Days spent in my own personal garden growing and examining the trees and other oddities was only the beginning of my burning curiosity. I started the garden she I was six, mum, after a lot of convincing, deciding it would be a good past time- or maybe she was just sick of my pestering and endless questions. At first the garden was just a hobby, I had enjoyed learning about plants and about the natural selection. Like if you didn't feed a plant for a few weeks leaves that used to be green and full of life begin to shrivel and slowly loose colours before falling to the ground; dead.

The first time a plant died in my garden I had cried for days. I had felt responsible. I had felt like I had murdered someone, taken away their life because I had been the one in control, I had been the one deciding whether or not I was going to bless the small plant with water. Never again did I preform that experiment.

Looks of question or surprise of judgement are usually thrown in my direction. Hands cove rent in dirt, hair showered with soils and eyes alight with excitement I usually walk into work forgetting that it was a hospital, and that hospital required me to dress neatly, all abolished from my skin. my boss would usually growl at me in a low voice and demand me to clean myself up.

Work was another one of my many pleasures, it satisfied my endless curiosity, You see working in the hospital I got to see so many things that would make my heart jump and my fingers tingle. people were amazing creatures and I so many question danced on the tip of my tongue- but you see there was one issue. I was not a doctor, or a nurse, I was just a got to person when someone needed to be cleaned up or because you needed someone to do the coffee run or something, so my being here was usually more of a nuisance than anything else. (But that didn't mean I didn't know how o do the basic first aid, I knew that because I needed to, it was a requirement for working in the hospital.) But my ma was the owner of the small hospital so no matter how much the people hated me, they couldn’t fire me.

history.

Merlin is my name and my only name. My ma was against me having my fathers last name, and she despised her own so she said i was special and unlike the other children because I was only Merlin. Not Merlin white, or Merlin Blaze, just Merlin. The other kids always asked me why and then ask their parents and then come back the next days and tease me about my father- they knew more about him than I did myself. Ma always refused to even give me a hint about him. I never knew him and I guess I never will. I guess that is when this curiosity of mine started because I want to know things that I knew I would never get answer too.

When I was six ma gave me my first plant. It was a bean plant and one small bean sat on the very top staring up at its new mother. I planted the plant a few hours later in my garden. (my own personal garden.) Our house was on the edge of the district so there was endless dirt and soils and trees and unexplored ground for me to discover. I planted the small shrub at the exe of the forest and every day I went to see it. I read to it, I even gave hi a name: Bean. But one day I decided that I wanted to learn more about plants and how they survived so instead of allowing the rain to feed his parched roots I put a shelter over him and let his leaves turn from that gorgeous green to deathly yellow.

That one bean, that very first bean, was the only bean that every grew on that tree.

I grew up and my garden grew, plants that were dangerous, plants that were harmless and plants that were a mixture of other grew at my finger tips on the edge of that very forest. Soon I decided that the garden wash my only interest and I begun exploring the forest. Feet caked in mud, fingers coated in dirt ad face steak with filth. Even now, an almost grown boy I was still out there discovering new things.

When it rained was my favourite time to be out in the forest. I loved to watch the water fall from the sky and land on leaves bouncing off them and hitting the next before finally reaching the ground and shattering into a million different pieces. And the smell, the smell of dirt mingled with water only to be washed away leaving the purest smell that could be summoned by mother nature herself. But that was not all. Lying on my back, watching the clouds swirling with life, watching as the drops of rain race down to the earth, feeling it collide into your skin soaking you to the bones, all of it was something that you loved so much.

The world, my forest, at its finest.