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My Name is Adam Jackson “AJ” DiBattista, and I am 18 years old. Within the town of Sunnydale, I am seen as the new guy who started the Mystery Club, which is an important role within this story. My heart leads me along the lines of life towards women, which may come into play as things unfold. When blessed by magic, I was given the gift of earth. There is something else you should know about me, I have bleach blonde hair and soil colored brown eyes. I’m 5-feet, 10-inches tall and have sun-kissed golden skin.
Despite being the new guy, I’m quite popular. I’ve always been popular. Not to be cocky or anything, but that’s just who I am. I play guitar and I sing. What girl doesn’t dig that? I don’t have time to play sports as I have a part time job; I’m the farmer’s son. I’m capable and handy. Need a tire fixed? Got it. Need help painting? Been there, done that. Not sure where to plant those flowers? I got you.
I’m not Einstein, but I get decent grades. Bs usually. I figure I don’t need to get As with where I want to be when high school is over. Ideally, I would love to become a country singer. Mom works in Hollywood. She works for a record company. I have my in… if only she would listen to me sing. Dad says as soon as I get my high school diploma, he’ll let me pick up singing. Full time. Until then, I have to maintain an 80 or higher. If I don’t… he’ll make sure I never sing with Blake Shelton, Luke Bryan, Taylor Swift… all those stars.
I own the earth. Literally. The dirt beneath your toes, I can make it crawl or ripple. I can create large waves of nothing but soil. And, if you know a thing or two about the earth, it’s pretty impressive. Water makes it thicker, more defensive. Fire, if I’m using sand, turns my earth to glass, making a lovely little weapon. Air, though it might try to scatter me, just allows me to envelope my enemies completely, creating a tomb, if you will.
Granted, my powers have their setbacks. I cannot flip from mud to sand to dirt to easily. Clay is also a bit of an issue. Alloys too. Marred or soiled earth is also impossible to control so if contamination, let’s say due to chemicals from overworked land, is present, I can’t shift that earth. And another metal bending is cool, I can’t do that either. I’m just mud, dirt, or sand, sadly.
Now, with earth, comes the ability to play with the plants that grow. I can’t really make trees appear. I can make them grow or help them bend awkwardly to shield me from a storm. But I can’t force grass to grow. I can’t make pretty flowers magically appear beside her dainty toes. I can just enhance what already exists.
A huge downside to my plants is that I need to understand my plants. For example, I need to know leaves of three is poison ivy and that I should not touch it. Yes, even though I can make it grow, it will still give me the itches. The berries we want to dye our skin with? I need to know if they are poisonous. That being said, I need to brush up on my flora*. I’m afraid I’m no botanist. Wouldn’t want to accidentally kill someone because I cracked open a plant with toxic spores. Oi, that would be a nightmare. Perhaps I should leave the shrooms alone…..
*It should be noted that AJ knows his crops and flowers. He just doesn’t know wild plants and trees.
I’m not going to lie. I miss the water. I miss the beaches and the babes. I’m originally from Cali. Moving out to hick country… eh. It wasn’t what I wanted. But my dad’s brother’s wife needed help. Her husband (my uncle) died about a year ago to cancer. Not wanting to lose the farm (it’s been in the family for generations), dad decided it was time to move back home. Sadly, this meant leaving mom and her world of famous celebs behind. Yes, you read that right. Mom refused to move. Said she couldn’t stand that country boy thing. The divorce hasn’t happened on paper, but it’s pretty much Facebook official. Or at least on mom’s side. Dad? He’ll never leave her. He’s loved her since they were kids. He’ll stay single if it means he can call her once a week. He’s a nice guy like that.
Anyway, I didn’t have much a choice but to move with dad. My aunt-in-law (Madison) needed help. Or rather, my dad did. He’s getting up there in age and I don’t want to find out… yeah. Let’s just say I moved to be the muscle. He’s farmed his whole life. But his body? I’m not sure it could take the heat. I can. I will. I shall.
We live on 250 acres of land. Moved right in with Auntie Madi and I start my first day at the new school tomorrow. While in Cali, I was part of a rad group called “PMI--Paranormal and Mediumship Investigators.” We would go to graveyards, haunted houses, etc. I’ve always liked the paranormal. The weird. Figured why not start a club here. Rumor is this quaint little town isn’t as quaint as it seems. Trust me, I know. I read the books of legend the entire flight here.
Oh, and let’s not overlook my best buds Marlo and Mandy:
And I know I only just moved here, but I already made a new friend. This is Strife:
Let the music of my soul be heard in the form of “Barefoot Blue Jean Night” for all eternity.
