Post by Poison Ivy on Apr 29, 2008 20:41:23 GMT -5
The Character
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Cannon or your own: Cannon!
Copyright (Marvel/DC/ect): DC.
Characters civilian name: Pamela Lilian Isley
Code names/Aliases: Poison Ivy
Class [Superhero, Vigilante, Mercenary..ect]: SuperVILLAIN
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Gender: Female
Age: 29, perhaps?
Apparent Age: 20
Hair: The locks that frame her face down to her hips are such a bright red that it appears orange in the light.
Eyes: They're colored a pale, sea green.
Height and weight: Pamela is slightly tall for a woman, standing at 5'9 and weighing 137 pounds.
Appearance: Poison Ivy lives up to the appearance given by her name. Her skin carries a slight greenish hue, while her hair brightly contrasts. Her body is extremely well built, and oddly enough for her constant activity, she has quite a large bust. Though usually her outfit appears mostly like a one-piece swim suit, many times she's seen with an attire that covers barely any of her body at all. She does not wear regular clothing. Her arms and legs have vines lightly laced around them.
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Super Powers:
Poison Ivy is completely immune to every animal and plant life toxin.
Most of the toxins contained in her body are secreted from her lips; ultimately, she kisses many of her enemies in order to kill them, control them, or stun them, among other things. This includes blowing a kiss, which is usually used to seduce another, using the plant pheromones.
Pamela has been noted to be able to control plant life (manipulating, animating), which helps her entertain herself whilst being locked away in Arkham Asylum, along with digging a tunnel in order to escape.
Learned Abilities:
She is a master in botany, or studying plant life.
Equipment: I don't believe she uses any equipment.
Weaknesses (Must Have):
She becomes weak without sunlight, like plants. She's also very strong-willed, which could spin a tangled web. And though she can control others when they absorb her toxins, sometimes ingredients are needed in order to fatally wound someone. A weakness ingredient, if you will.
Background: Pamela Isley was once young and shy. Attending a school in Seattle, her vulnerable state with society made her easily manipulated-- which some took advantage of. A certain Dr. Jason Woodrue seduced the innocent young woman into participating in a deadly experiment. The professor pumped a massive amount of toxins into her body, nearly causing Pamela's death; however, she found herself immune to the poisons, and she transformed. Woodrue fled, of course, and Ivy was hospitalized for half a year. Soon after kissing her boyfriend, he got into a car accident. But his death was due to a fungal overgrowth in his throat. Pamela dropped out of school and left for Gotham almost immediately after.
In Gotham, she began her life of crime, only to be caught by Batman and thrown into the Arkham Asylum. An obsession soon manifested itself; Batman was one of the few men she couldn't control. She soon broke out of the ex-hospital and left Gotham in order to create a place of her own.
It was a beautiful place. Greenery was abundant, flowers bloomed and animals thrived. Ivy was finally happy. Up until an American war group decided to test bombs on the island Pamela lived on, creating a deep hatred for Gotham, and society in general. She returned the the city, swearing on her life that she will never leave until was safe for the simple plant life.
The most recent event that occurred was the devastating earthquake that pulled Gotham into the ground. Ivy, much unlike herself, took in many orphaned children, and cared so much for them that when they were in trouble, she threatened to take her life to stop the evil.
After Clayface attempted to make a deal with Ivy regarding growing and selling fruits and vegetables, she declined, and he locked Pamela and her orphans under a bridge, where she laid close to dead from her lack of sun. Soon after, she killed Clayface by one of her fatal kisses. Batman wanted to take the orphans that she cared for, but he found that they were in the best place they could be, considering the city of Gotham had seen better days.
On that note, Gotham eventually was rebuilt, and the city council wanted Poison Ivy out of the park that she and her orphans sought refuge. The council assumed the orphans were hostages and they threatened to spray the entire park with a herbicide to kill all the plants, including Ivy. Pamela stood her ground and vowed not to leave, up until an orphan she watched over was hurt-- and Ivy agreed to go to the authorities to save the girl's life. So now, Ivy's back at the Arkham Asylum.
Personality : When she was younger, Poison Ivy was a shy, content woman. Since the toxin injections, Pamela is prone to dramatic mood swings. She's also a massive environmentalist, who takes any sort of offense against nature as a personal attack on her. She's also a very angry person when it comes to society, because of her deep hatred for the small, business-run human mind based on income and not focusing on the future environment. Ivy is a great actress, being able to appear completely interested in someone, only to plan on kissing them and sending them to their graves. Honestly, the woman goes about without pity, giving those against her a liable reason to send her to the loony house.
Other: Nope.
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Brief Sample Roleplay
Was it morning? Pamela Isley could not tell. She had been sitting in her cell for days now-- and she found that it became challenging to merely lift an arm. This was because she hadn't been able to see her dear friend, the sun, in such a long time. Pamela found herself weak. It was awfully frustrating. Sitting up from her bed, laced lightly in an orange convict suit, Ivy gazed around with droopy eyes and fluffed up the jacinth hair on the back of her head. Footsteps echoed throughout the lonely hallways of the Arkham's Asylum; Pamela felt a biting rage strike from her fingers to her toes. As the sound crescendoed, she immediately jumped onto the bed and stretched her body across it, leaving her head dangling on the side of the bed and folding her slim legs. Pamela watched the small window in the door, awaiting the man who would enter to give her food, though she had told him many a time she needs to go outside to have that fulfilled.
The man passed the room where she lay. His eyes looked through the window, only to see the immensely beautiful woman laying idly on her hard, uncomfortable bed. He opened the door and peeked his head in; he waited a moment to see if she would stir. As he entered the room and turned his back towards her to place the tray down on the table opposite of the bed, Pamela opened an eye curiously, waiting to see what the man's next move was.
He approached her.
Poison Ivy feigned a deep sleep, letting her mouth slightly open and having her arms stretched over her head. The man gazed around dubiously, awaiting someone to walk by the door or even through the walls. He knew he was doing something he shouldn't be; nevertheless, the man slowly bent over and dropped his awfully eager hands to feel the woman prisoner.
Once his hands brisked Pamela's skin, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close. So close, he could smell the hint of fresh rain on her lips. Ivy's eyes reflected that of a madwoman and she slowly and seductively spoke to him:
"Naughty, naughty, little boy."
Her eyes riled with extreme anger as she crashed her lips onto the guard's, causing him to fly back onto the other wall and slowly sink to the ground. His mouth hung agape and his eyes were wide in surprise. Large green veins slithered itself from his lips over his now sunken cheeks. He was dead.
"Hah," Pamela tilted her head back, slightly amused. "Men are still so..." She paused, licking her lips and lifting herself to her feet. "So easily fooled." And with that, she continued to chuckle softly to herself and she walked straight out of the room where she was held, swaying her curvaceous hips and smirking wryly. Oh, would she have a night on the town.
