Name: Luke Dixon

Gender: Male, straight?

Age/DOB: ~16, aged, RY12

Origin: born on Rookery Earth at the Grounds, to Aperturth parents

Family: Mother Linda, father Remi, full sister Ruth, half-sister Nisse, extended relatives

Other: he fits right in with any Pantheon or strongly-powered group, and will certainly be providing Melissa with genetic samples for future work

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 145, though muscled well, he's not a combatant and is more used to the farming and gardening lifestyle than working out or much else, that said farming is hard work so he's not 'soft'

Hair: very dark brown, quite curly though neither afro nor particularly thick, loose and flyaway, kept to shoulders and in a pony tail

Eyes: warm grey, not quite hazel brown and definitely not blue, friendly looking

Appearance: brown skin with no scars, though he has freckles that sometimes show up; a broad face with wide nose and thick lips, kind eyebrows and a nice smile; his voice isn't particularly deep but he will chat up whoever is near with advice or jokes to lighten the mood; often wears gardening gear, but equally likely to just have a vest or shorts, always smells 'delicious'

Genetic Abilities: Strong plant sense and controls, is able to reliably repair damaged plants (and that's usually because of dragons landing on them), coax a near-dead plant back to full bloom, even hybridize compatible plants to produce interesting new foods. He can sense plants more complex than fungi though he does specialize in making pretty ferns and scented plants, and he can utilize Xenian plants as well as Earthly ones. His sense is best at 50 meters or less, but if pressed he can feel through miles of connected root systems, though it leaves him a bit dazed (similar to how some Pantheon psychometrists become exhausted and overwhelmed by information). Generally he needs hands-on to shape or mold a new plant, but can do it up to 3 meters away too. He also has a strong Vortal aura sense, capable of distinguishing individual life forms by their auras, and is highly empathic at close range - he enjoys time alone after a big group gather. He can telepathically speak to other Vortal minds up to 500 meters away, but his mental voice is quiet and sometimes gets lost in the shuffle.

Icarus Processing: none needed, though he may have benefitted from physical adjustments, it's really not necessary

Image Credits: Doll Divine Princess Maker

Skills or Profession: he was aged a bit to keep up with the existing Hippie kids, and given downloads appropriate to his power sets when they did that - so he knows almost all there is to know about farming, plants, agriculture, and the like. Even without that, he would make a great garden tender and horticulturist, he loves planning new locations around their colors and scents, and is good with matching people to an environment enhancement. He has practical experience in recognizing Xenian wildlife, but since they tend toward the carniverous he just likes to keep them in their own place. Also of note he is able to use maps and create them easily, he has very strong spacial skills.
Personality: friendly and kind, though a touch on the shy side. He is the type to create nice little gifts and leave them with a note, rather than hanging out waiting for recognition. Because he does get overwhelmed a bit by groups and crowds, he tends to stay away from the main Carnie hub while there is a show going on, though he does attend regularly. Luke does like having his own room in the large complex on the east side of the Grounds, where he can decompress and tend to his little bonsai plants.
Events or History: When Linda overheard Remi talking about his childhood home in a suburb of Chicago, she perked up. Turned out that Remi and Freedom were from a neighborhood close to where she grew up! Linda downplayed the whole 'ran with a gang as a kid' thing, Remi's a good-cop kinda guy right? But they hit it off surprisingly well for such disparate arrivals to the world. Within a short period, Luke was born and everyone knew that he was special. It wasn't just because of his mother's genetic abilities, he was born to a world of strange and wonderful - and dangerous - things. He was aged but not given Icarus treatments, he doesn't seem to need them. Those people from Aperturth seem to blossom on the Rookery. It was no surprise that a dragon as fruit-tastic and colorful came to him! Pip and he tend the gardens and make sure that fruits and veggies are on every plate, and reside on site in the housing nearest Dragon Tower 6 with mom and others.

Dragon

Name: Pip
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: Medium-small 10's / 55' l / 90' ws
*Colors: often belly is pale cool grey with an undulating blue-violet pattern that is quite shiny and speckled with pale scales; body from face to tail tip, limbs, and wing arms green with darker green striping accented here and there with brighter lime shade; armor darker green; wingsails and neck frill grade from brilliant yellow (slightly green at body) through melon, soft orange, and vibrant pink, all marked with teardrop shaped charcoal-black markings; horns and claws medium charcoal grey, dorsal ridge lighter grey; eyes yellow with melon-orange iris
Features: Rainwing
Powers: Winged Flight, Pip is careful but energetic, she will flap like crazy when she's excited, but doesn't do so where it'll break any plants or harm anyone. She's surprisingly strong and can lift a truck worth of goods, carrying things across the entire Grounds easily, and she enjoys carrying her rider and his friends around on overhead tours. She isn't that great in heavy winds, and prefers warm weather to fly higher into, though she does like light rain showers she doesn't care for heavy storms or snow.
Communication, she was young on arrival to the Rookery, and has little training with her native Draconic. She speaks English and uses farming and technical terms easily, and has picked up some amount of other languages such as French and Korean from the locals. She does understand a smattering of Vortigese, but doesn't try to speak it, as she knows she's 'missing something' when they speak.
*Color Shifting, as all Rainwings, she is able to change the colors of her scales, but tends toward the brighter patterning and speckling as shown. She's visited the Xenian cluster and other locations for inspiration in patterns, and these are all quite well under conscious control.
Rainwing Venom, Claws, and Tail; her claws are very long and curved, sharp enough to pierce thick metal and hard stone. Thus she is careful about where she walks, and will fly rather than walk if the area might get damaged with casual use. It makes things easy for her to lift large containers, though she is delicate with picking up new things, and won't pierce them unless she's told it's fine. She uses her strong and prehensile tail to move around in the forest and nearby ruins, sometimes holding on to a large tree or building corner so that she can abruptly yank back into the shadows, and uses her tail to balance large items while flying with them. Her fangs carry a potent venom that affects the nervous systems of creatures, if there's anything large enough to stab with them they will fall paralyzed for hours depending on their size and circulation. She has been known to fell a Combine Dropship, taking it down several miles away from the Grounds and letting others take care of it while she recovered from that accidental encounter.
Parentage: Unknown Rainwings, not likely on the Rookery
Origin: Adopted from LunarSolstice981 with lines by PeregrineCella on Deviantart, WoF by Tui Sutherland
Other Info: She is brave but not stupid, she doesn't fight on the front lines and her encounter with a Dropship was completely random. Thankfully it was also an empty craft, heading on a course that was apparently a mixup in the first place (known because a few can decode their memories). But she knows she can do this, and if her home is threatened directly she will defend it to her last bite.