barth -- son of silvanus, legacy of libera -- sixteen -- gardener of new rome
barth huffed as he put his hands on his hips, and using a gloved hand to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. he tapped the ground infront of him, and a tulip grew out, the bud closed. he tapped it again, and it appeared in full bloom. it was a beautiful sunset orange. bartholomew sighed, happiness filling him up. he shook his arms, pulled up his green gardening gloves, and wiped his hands on his dirty jeans. a breeze ruffled his untidy brown hair. he sighed once more, a sound of satisfaction. he wheeled his cart full of earth and rotten grass away to the next patch. clicking his fingers, the dead flower infront of him slowly grew healthier, until it was a colourful bud once more. tapping the bud, it bloomed into a small daisy. he smiled, and began whistling.
barth was wearing his usual attire; gardening gloves, a green t-shirt, some worn-out jeans, that were cut off above his ankles. he wore red converse casually. his messy hair was slightly sweaty. but barth never seemed to smell. it was actually the opposite; he smelled of freshly peeled grapes and a nice day in the woods all of the time. his ray-ban-hipster-glasses sat slightly crookedly on his nose. barth pushed them up with his index finger.
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