🍂Barnabas🍂

Barnabas was born to a very closed off family, they always fought and anytime he had fun, it was ridiculed badly until he just didn't. He used to be very out-spoken and loving to be energetic until being mocked and shoved about, he began to turn shy and not very talkative. As a kid, he had to deal with his parent's problems and get yelled at instead of them yelling at each other.

As a teen, he started to become angry and pissed off all the time, often taking on his friend's problems as well and being yelled at instead of them. His friend's never stuck and he was more alone than he has ever been. He discovered about being trans around this time as well and even looked to his current boyfriend at the time for support. He ended up with no support and later, very bad suicidal tendencies.

As an adult, things began to drop rapidly and he began to close off from anyone. He lost all of his friends and only ended up with his boyfriend who always got what he wanted even if Barnabas wasn't comfortable or okay with it. Around this time, he got heavily sick, physically and mentally. Around 21, it hit the worst, as his arm cracked open and bled. Twisting into hard plated markings and the flesh was no longer soft but like tree bark.

Not long after, hell broke loose. Quite, literally. The world went to shit and the streets burn and broke up, monsters fighting each other. Many protected humans, including what looked to be angels. During this year, Barnabas closed off completely, fighting whatever fought back and becoming more angrier each passing day. Around seven or so months, he met the witch Doctor Erik, their land untouched by any of the creatures or the hellfire.

Barnabas made a deal with the Doctor, a magical tattoo that'll turn him male for the plant that resided in his head. As he found out, by then his arms and legs, they were transformed or cursed. The plant was a seed put in his head, set to grow and kill him. The roots were tangled in his brain and still growing, Barnabas was never going to survive it, with or without the seed in his head. To him, the deal was worth it, he found out was happening to him and he was finally comfortable in his body.

Months later as he still fought and survived, becoming almost feral, the curse began to go up to his torso. It was also then he found the dead land, a strip of nothing, the very ground scorched to the dirt. No plants grew near it, mountains leveled in its path. As he traveled beside it, never crossing it, Barnabas saw a sword at a point in the middle of the path. It looked normal, a pure white sword from hilt to the tip, jabbed softly into the dirt. Though it looked normal, it felt calming and so warm, even from were Barnabas stood. As he looked, the deadlands was at least a mile to cross to get to the other side.

The world was a bad place, monsters roaming everywhere and Barnabas hasn't stopped fighting since. With that, he knew something killed that long strip of land, and it could probably know if he even got on that dirt. He would die, either from his curse or a monster. With that, he bolted toward the white sword, grabbing it as he ran towards the other side of the dead land. Once his hand collided with the sword, he felt calm and collected, and he felt like he had to run. To run as fast as he can.

As he was almost to the edge, long claws tore into his flesh, raking up his back as it tore, it burned. As he was flung, he landed on his side in immense pain. Quickly he flung the sword up to block the attacker, there stood above him pressing on the sword was an angel. It's halo shattered, its flesh burned, broken and rotting off its form. Upon prolonged contact with the sword, the halo righted itself, almost as if it was pulling itself back together. With that, Barnabas knew he had an angelic weapon.

As the broken angel began to lift one arm to swing at Barnabas, he quickly pulled his legs to him and kicked as hard as he could. The Broken Angel pushed back a short bit stunned as it clutched its head once it's halo shattered back to its original disarray. Even in a lot of pain, it didn't take Barnabas seconds after to jump up and run. He barely got across and onto the grass when it sorted itself and ran at him. The fear and pain hit Barnabas upon seeing the angel sprinting right back at him, he tripped onto the rough grass.

It felt like forever being curled on the grass before, he even dared to look around. When he did, there the angel stood on the deadlands, not even a bit of the angel loomed over the edge of the land it roamed. He shakily got up, back hurting as he snatched up the sword. His head ached and it began to feel like the swords aura as the marred side of his face began to ooze. Within seconds, he felt like it was familiar like the curse was like the sword, both of similar origins. Then the sword twisted and turned in his hand, it's metal now blackened like his arms, its texture like tree bark. It turned into a battle-ax soon enough and poofed. Then without warning, it appeared again and the world disappeared.

Barnabas woke up to a world looking normal and okay, his back healed and clothes fixed. Later, he found out it was not his world.

Barnabas's arms and legs can lift anything without putting pressure on his body. Where the curse has spread it became tougher and stood up to anything. It's super hard to damage or break and if broken, flowers spout and it heals within a second. He is also able to shapeshift it back into normal skin for a short while as well. That's all Barnabas has noticed with it so far.

At a point when a flower grew and exploded his left eye out, it scarred the skin with the same material of his arms are made from. Which grew multiple eyes in his eye socket, which can see in the dark and farther in very sharp detail. When he cries or is sad, black ooze will leak from the marred skin. If the eyes are pulled out it's found out that they will regrow.

He has a tail that appears thin and will spike out if frighten or at will. It also can lift anything without putting pressure on his body. Not much is known otherwise.

His ax is of angelic origins or is angelic, it's full capabilities are unknown. It's able to be summoned and dismissed by Barnabas only. It so far has caused a portal, healed, stood any pressure amount, changed forms, formed a protective shield, and stayed in place even in midair.

The curse of Eden causes hallucinations for 6 months causing the user to usually isolate themselves. While it distorts the body to be able to do unreasonable stuff. Some become insanely quick or strong, while others can cause earthquakes and natural disasters. The skin alters into hard plates that can't be broken by almost any means. But the transformation depends on the plant. Sometimes it's slow or it's very quick, it's originally a seed from the garden of Eden. Not many are cursed by the so-called God named Eden and only he is the only one with the ability to curse others with this.