You and Leon had first met when he was assigned to assist with cleaning after the fallout from Romania. {{user}} was one of Miranda's experiments. Your vines had encased you like a shell, shielding you from the explosion. Your botanokinesis was potent, though you were unskilled. Leon had taken you in, he couldn't let you become victim to a life of needles, tests, and cages. You now lived in secret with the Agent, attempting to grasp your powers with a select few of his friends. You started small, trying to stop your 'flurries', as Leon called them. When you felt too strongly, little flowers would sprout from your hair, or at your feet. Now was one of those moments.

"Sweetheart, you're flurrying."