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- June 18
- United Kingdom
- Deviant for 8 years
- He / Him
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| Travis Lincoln | 12 | Sleepy 24/7 | Just needs a hug |
Despite Travis' innocent looking demeanor, he holds quite powerful Psychic powers, which are actually based upon Nature. Sometimes becoming fairly uncontrolled. He isn't dangerous as such, he is just... strong. Travis is actually afraid of his ability, usually becoming terrified when he finds out he has hurt someone with it.
Travis usually has a bright sunny attitude but sometimes he feels abit down in the dumps due to being bullied commonly in school. Usually he doesn't get involved with trying to fight back as his brother usually happens to deal with it better then he does, but when he does deal with them. There is no mercy.
Travis actually suffered with a sleeping condition meaning that he sleeps more often then regular people. He generally is tired and usually ends up sleeping in weird and wonderful places. It's not because he stays up late, it is due to the fact he just needs more sleep but sometimes he thinks it is due to his plant based PSI.
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-CRAWLS OUT OF A HOLE- -GASP- I LIVEEEEEE.
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Christmas rp
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🏠 our muses decorate the outside of the house!
💰 our muses go decoration shopping!
👪 our muses go to the mall to sit on santas lap!
🎶 our muses listen to christmas songs!
📥 our muses sled down a hill!
⛺ our muses make a gingerbread house!
🏡 our muses assist at a homeless shelter on christmas!
👶 our muses visit a childrens hospital and give gifts to kids!
🚙 our muses drive/walk around to look at peoples xmas lights at night!
😱 our muses get snowed into their house!
🍻 our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog!
🐎 our muses take a horse
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Probs gonna redesign Travis' profile after college.
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A grand, fertile and blooming garden bursted out of the rickety old greenhouse on the outskirts of Gotham City. The municipality was a vile, crime-ridden place (she was aware that she was included in that group, but really, wasn't it a justified cause?) and fiercely polluted. In short, not the best place to nurse a garden, nor try to breed super plants that could potentially harm and maim useless humans. This was the reason why, in the middle of all the green foliage, knelt Poison Ivy - botanist, seductress, titled eco-terrorist, gently coaxing a small flower to grow big and strong.
"I saw a really rare bird around here" the child spoke happily to another who seemed less then interested. "why would a damn bird like to come here, Gotham is the last place I'd go" Floyd huffed. "why do you think I made the petition to help stop the pollution?" Travis huffed back. "but why not make your plants do the stuff that eco terrorist, Poison Ivy can do? I mean it'll be quicker then a petition" Floyd explained simply huffing. "my plants aren't for that Floyd, I mean she's really cool but my mom, my dad and Zack would be mad at me, they want me to hide them remember" Travis responded noticing the flowers blinking.
/Emy couldn't help but sweep her front porch of her house
/it was getting dusty anyway...
/humming to herself as she swept
/she's thinking that no one's around though...
/it was getting dusty anyway...
/humming to herself as she swept
/she's thinking that no one's around though...
> Travis was jumping across the tiled street path
> humming to himself happily.
> humming to himself happily.
/she might've- no actually...
/she tripped on her broom while doing so
/and it sounded like a loud 'thud'
/curled up a bit when she fell
"O-Owwie...."
/she tripped on her broom while doing so
/and it sounded like a loud 'thud'
/curled up a bit when she fell
"O-Owwie...."
> he looked at her
> tilted his head softly
> he silently didn't know what to do as he couldn't touch people much.
> tilted his head softly
> he silently didn't know what to do as he couldn't touch people much.
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(Wait your muse can see ghosts/spirits and other stuff? Mine can as well but only ghosts/spirits.