Chrysanthemum

WWII, a dangerous time full of pain and sadness, though not for her... not completely. Her father was a meager gardener, working a flower shop to make ends meat while raising his daughter, both his young girl and his own personal garden were what he considered to be his best work.

On a quiet Sunday, Chrysanthemum, playing out in the yard with her father was suddenly whisked away by her father, she'd not known why, she was only 7 at the time, it was strange for her own dad to pick her up so quickly and move so fast, in the distance she herself could hear... bangs... pops... like fireworks, daddy was taking her from the fireworks? She didn't know that the Germans had invaded her town and... wiping out people... and father was just trying to protect her.

Chrysanthemum found herself hidden away, stuck in a small hollow within her dads massive garden. The hole was stuck in a hallowed tree, deep within a bramble of rose thorns, adorned and balanced with mushrooms growing in circles. The place was so pretty she thought before her Pa ran off, telling his young daughter to stay there until he came back for her, no matter how long it took. Obviously daddy wanted to play a game.

She did as she was told. It had become dark, the world about her slowly coming to a quiet, very different from the massive booms and bangs that had passed after her father left, men had come in looking for her. Maybe they were part of the game,people trying to find her, but she wouldn't let that happen, daddy told her the rules, she had to hide.

Almost 4 days now, still no dad... With meager tears rolling down her cheeks Chrysanthemum found herself thirsty, maybe she could sneak out for a bit of water. With all her might she pushed to get up only to find that she couldn't move. Sitting in the same spot for a little over 3 days, her muscles had begun to relax and lost much strength, With her dehydration she'd begun to get sleepy, so sleepy. She couldn't move, instead she'd just rest... Just rest.

Closing her eyes Chrysanthemum eventually just went to sleep, a deep sleep, just for a while... But that's not what happened. The daughter of a Gardner passed away playing  game that she'd win, waiting for her father to come and get her... The end.
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The beginning. All of the time Chrysy's father spent tending and caring for his garden, the love and devotion... the over all work and care... In the end the Gardner's doings did not go unnoticed, Earth itself took pity on his little girl, left alone without care, she couldn't let the happen. Vines, plants, all the life of the earth bound itself to the littles girls body, constraining and wrapping around her tending to her, the earth will be her mother.

Dead but alive, her soul sticking to her body which was taking on a new form and shape with all forms of flora and fungi growing into the deceased younglings shape and being taught all the doings of the world, all she should need to know to survive in times to come... Mother earth herself was a magnificent teacher with a pupil to take in any information that any plant anywhere has seen or was seeing, any remote flower, any household plant, anything and everything they could take in so did she, and after 18 years of growth and care. Waterings, sunlight, oxygen, these are what the Gardners daughter needed now. She'd long forgotten her name, her father, her past life, she was now a child of the earth with the planet as her undying mother, only her name is to be her reminder of what used to be.

Full in form, fully nurtured and cared for, she is the Earths most precious flower. Given a prominate height of just over 6 feet and a human build of full form. Her bust is at pert 34 D, waist of a hipsy 26 and her comes the hipsy part at a bumping  36, the earth may have over tended its flower, but earth loves her. Her skin is a constant shiny dark green, the protective pigments of a plant coat her body all the while she is decorated with deep shiny blue spots around her ankles, sides, and back of her shoulders.

Atop her head is a mess of grass, vines, and hair, all generally pushed back, with bangs left out to frame her face while the rest is pushed back and out of her face going down to the mid of her back.. In color the mass of 'hair' is a lighter green than her body and tipped with a deep blue found in tropical plants.

 Due to cultivation by the earth mother, she has a somewhat unique facial structure. Slender and piercing eyes with a somewhat wider nose and big plush lips, she is a meld of feature from different human races.

In smaller detail Chrysanthemum has patches of deep blue leaves attached to her ankles while deep out of place red mushroom, about the size of dimes form a circle on the underside of her wrists. 

She is very sweet.