fucking plant

??/M/6'0. Ah, the great outdoors. What a wonderful place to spend the majority of your life. At least if you're Fern, a young-looking man with olive skin and long dark hair. Brought up in a tiny cabin in the woods by a mother who may or may not have been dabbling in witchcraft, Fern realized early on that he had a special connection to the many trees surrounding them, since, you know, they lived in a forest. He didn't exactly have many friends as a child, but he didn't mind. He would climb the trees and listen to their branches whispers as the wind stroked their bark.
Currently he's the apprentice of a ridiculously old druid. Although he's bound to be in apprenticeship for a very long time since he's absolute rubbish at everything he tries his hand at. His talents are, however, two. One; messing up horrible, and Two; getting out of the mess unscathed.
Unfortunately for anyone surrounding him, talent number two only applies to objects within a ten centimeter radius of Fern himself.