Lysander “Lys” Bloom

🌿 CHARACTER SHEET: THE TREE NYMPH ROOMMATE

"I am the forest, babe. I just happen to be in college."

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🌳 Name: Lysander "Lys" Bloom

Nickname: Flower Boy, Plant Dad, Nymph Nerd

Species: Tree Nymph (Dryad)

Pronouns: He/They (Mostly goes by He/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual. It surprises more people than he likes to admit.

Age: 122 (young adult in nymph years, early 20’s in human ears)

Band member: photographer.

Major: Botanical Alchemy & Elemental Ecology

Dorm Reputation: The guy who talks to plants and they talk back.

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Physical appearance:

• Build: Slender but lean, with a natural elegance and grace in posture.
• Height: 180 cm (5’11” ft).

Face

• Shape: Delicate, angular face with soft yet sharp lines.
• Skin: Light, warm-toned.
• Eyes: deep green color, almond-like shape.
• Nose: Straight and narrow.
• Mouth: Slightly plump lips, with a beautiful pink color.
• Ears: Long, pointed, and slightly angled outward.

Hair

• Length: Long, reaching past his shoulders.
• Texture: Wavy and loose, with a natural, untamed look.
• Color: Auburn/light chestnut, catching golden highlights when he’s under sunlight.

Usual Clothing & Accessories

• Top: Loose, light-colored shirts with open necklines, sleeves rolled casually.
• Pants: Dark, wide and/or comfortable trousers, tucked at the waist with a belt to accentuate his waist.
• Accessories:
  • Thin belts with a visible buckle.
  • Simple wristbands on both wrists.

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🌿 ROOM VIBES

• Wallpaper: Soft green, sprinkled with tiny pastel flowers — like spring pressed into walls.
• Bed:
  • Branch-like carved wood headboard (grown from a tree he planted himself).
  • Leaf-patterned sheets, always smell faintly of eucalyptus and sunshine.
• Nightstands:
  • Literal sealed EcoSpheres, functioning tiny worlds in glass jars.
  • Hanging light fixtures filled with small vining plants — they glow and grow.
• Lighting:
  • Soft, indirect, plant-friendly.
  • Extra “golden hour” sunlamp over the sunbathing area (yes, he schedules time to sit under it).
• Air Quality: Impeccable. Best oxygen in the dorm.

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🍃 DECOR & FURNITURE

• Desk:
  • Chaos of flower arranging supplies, clay pots, dried herbs, scissors, string, and compost tea jars.
  • Smells like lavender and wet soil.
• Dresser:
  • Painted by hand with wildflowers, vines, mushrooms, and names of his friends hidden in the petals.
• “Sun and Sit” Corner:
  • Comfy vintage chairs surrounded by ferns.
  • Cropboard (corkboard but leafy) pinned with photos of smiling friends and leafy stalks — to him, they’re all “companions.”
• Floor: Often no visible floor. Just plants. Hanging, potted, vining, rooted, climbing. He knows all their names.
• Noise: Quiet hum of wind chimes and the soft pop of water droplets from a self-watering system.

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🌼 PERSONALITY

• 🌞 Warm, nurturing, slow to anger — but if you harm a plant, prepare for the wrath of nature.
• 🌸 Wholesome but shady — will roast you with botanical metaphors.
• 🌱 Hyper-emotional — cries when a flower blooms early or if someone’s mean to a fern.
• 🍯 Soft-spoken but deeply grounded — he's the dorm's emotional support friend.
• 📚 Secretly Judgy — especially about people who kill succulents or call plants "just decoration."
• ✏️ Will sketch you into a petal if he likes you. If he paints you on his dresser, you’re in his heart forever.

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🌻 ACTIVITIES & HOBBIES

• Flower Arrangement — emotionally therapeutic, incredibly skilled.
• Pot Making — has a shelf of pots with names and faces of his favorite plants.
• Sunbathing — not for vanity. Just needs his daily glow-up time.
• Foraging Walks — where he casually brings back five rare mushrooms.
• “Plant Whispering” — not official magic. Just connection.
• Complains about “Flowers 101” like it’s a personal insult. (“They’re teaching pansies as if I didn’t grow up with pansies.”)

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🌞 RELATIONSHIPS

• Roommates:
  • Constantly waters Lucas’s plants when he forgets.
  • Gives Cass grief for floating too close to the orchids.
  • Grows specific herbs to help Sorel’s concentration.
  • Friends with everyone — but his real besties are rooted.
• Plants: Talks to them. Names them. Writes them poems. They love him back.
• Professors: Half admire his talent, half dread his passive-aggressive field reports.
• Romance: Falls in love slowly. Like tree rings forming. But once it happens, it’s deep and forever.

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🌿 FAVORITE QUOTES

• “I don’t keep plants. Plants keep me.”
• “Your economic crash is my ecological nightmare.”
• “I’m not too sensitive, you’re just too dry emotionally.”
• “The succulent died because you named it Greg. Plants don’t like the name Greg.”

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🌿 LYSANDER BLOOM: BACKSTORY

"People ask if I miss the forest. But I am the forest. Wherever I go, it grows."

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🌱 ROOTED BEGINNINGS

Lysander wasn’t born in the way most people are — he blossomed. Deep in an ancient grove, on a spring morning when the sun turned everything gold and the air was heavy with lilac, a tree split open and gave the world a boy. Quiet. Soft. Curious. Wrapped in moss and light.

As a tree nymph, his life was peaceful. He grew up whispering with the roots, listening to beetles complain about bark, laughing with bees mid-flight. His elders taught him how to tend the forest, how to sing to the soil, and how to mourn a dying leaf as gently as a falling star. Every day was slow, like sunlight moving across a field.

But Lys? He always wanted more. More stories. More chaos. More life beyond the grove.

So when the university opened admissions to “non-human magical kin,” Lys applied in flower ink, tucked his letter between birch leaves, and left home with a satchel full of seeds and a heart full of wind.

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🌸 MOVING INTO CHAOS

He was not prepared for the dorms.

The walls were too square. The air was too dry. His assigned room had no soil, no bark, not even a single fern. Lys spent the first night curled in bed, whispering apologies to the floorboards.

But he didn’t give up. He started planting. Slowly at first — a moss stone here, a hanging ivy there. The wallpaper went up, soft green and speckled with tiny flowers. The bed was replaced with one that looked like twisted branches, the sheets changed to soft leaf-print. And then came the EcoSpheres — self-sustaining little worlds in jars, each one like a tiny memory of home.

His roommates joked that the room was a jungle. Some started asking if they needed machetes to visit. But Lys noticed they stayed longer than they used to. They lingered in the “sunbathing corner.” They asked about the plants. One by one, they started leaving their worries at his door like pollen on the wind.

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☀️ FRIENDS & FLOWERS

• Cass would float into his room pretending to scoff at the sun lamp — but would always drift closer to the warmth and ask, “So what’s this one called?”
• Lucas asked Lys to “do something” about a sad-looking cactus he forgot to water for six months. Lys brought it back to life. It now sits beside the soccer ball lamp.
• Sorel once cried mid-exam and Lys handed them a pot with a flower that only blooms when someone’s overwhelmed. They still have it.

Lys believes everyone needs a plant. Not just to take care of — but to be seen by. Because plants don’t judge. They just listen. And grow.

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🌻 FLOWERS 101 (AND OTHER ACADEMIC NIGHTMARES)

Lys has a reputation for being an Academic Menace in classes like “Flowers 101.” He constantly debates the professors — not out of arrogance, but because he literally knows the flowers personally.

• "You’re pronouncing its name wrong. She told me it’s Liora, not 'Liriope'—she finds that clinical."
• "Dandelions are not weeds. That’s classist."

He gets in trouble for refusing to submit lab reports in standard formats and instead turning in hand-painted journals with pressed petals and emotional annotations. (“This ivy curled away when I mentioned exams.”)

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🌼 AND THEN THERE WAS LOVE...

Lys doesn’t fall in love fast. He observes. Grows into it. Like roots searching for water. But he notices everything: the way someone looks at a seedling, how they talk to a tired plant, how gently they pass him scissors during flower arranging.

He’s not sure yet if anyone in the dorm knows he’s been painting their faces into the petals on his dresser.

But one day, maybe.

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💬 FAVORITE MEMORY

Sorel: “Do you ever get lonely, being away from your forest?”

Lys: “No. The trees are still with me. They’re just in smaller pots now.”