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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 24, 2018 21:41:39 GMT -5
(I mean, Penelope only has her plants and weekly visits to her mom, where she gossips about those very same plants xD
I'm typing up a starter, so might be a few)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 24, 2018 21:57:53 GMT -5
Penelope Holly Isley Daughter of Poison Ivy
Light rain. The loveliest weather in her opinion. It watered her dear flowers without drowning them, and when the clouds cleared it left a soft sun in its wake, not too hot to scorch the leaves and brightening the look of the seemingly abandoned greenhouse. A wave of her hand moved the young gardener to the window, where she could slip her hand through the opening to feel the cooling drops on her skin. A smile graced her lips as she closed her eyes in the bliss, the rain calming her. The plant beneath her feet stretched, curling a vine around the girl's arm and out into the rain as well. Opening her eyes again, she lowered herself back to the ground, the leaves making up her clothes ruffling slightly with the movement. Stepping off her dear plant, the girl found herself walking to the door, shooing away her overgrown children as she stepped outside to feel the rain over her entire body.
It is not far to say that Penelope Isley was much like the plants that she loved. It was to be expected, being raised by Pamela herself. While Penelope would never have a truly "normal" life, she had all she needed. Inheriting her mother's abilities and love for plants, it was no shock that she became one of the well-known girls of Gotham. Even with the ban on heroes, Gotham still had it's bat family, and Penelope had been on their list since her activities started. She could have had a better life, but that man crushed a daisy for no reason, and Penelope could practically hear the poor dear's screams.
She only regretted that she got blood on her clothes.
Back in the present, Penelope had her hands at her sides, face tilted up towards the skies as her eyes closed again, the feeling of the water running down her face causing her to smile. Her place was in the bad part of the city, where most crimes happened. Though she had enough connections to keep her little place safe from such horrible acts, she still constantly worried for her home's safety. She was safe for the time being, and was currently settled for that.
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 24, 2018 22:32:33 GMT -5
(It's fine!)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 25, 2018 11:04:21 GMT -5
(Back!)
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Post by MadFaith on Oct 25, 2018 14:00:59 GMT -5
{Wip still} Luke Parker || Weaver || 19 || Male || MadFaith || Discription || Personality || He can cling to walls, superhuman strength, a sixth sense ("spider-sense") that alerts him to danger, perfect balance and equilibrium, as well as superhuman speed and agility. || Other || || Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson || Hero || Name || Queen Bee || 20 || Female || MadFaith || Description || Personality || She can shrink and grow, fly, and has the ability to telepathy communicatee with insects || Other || || Scott Lang and Hope Pym || Hero || Erik Barnes || 23 || Male || MadFaith || Description || Erik has always been a man of very few words, quite the introvert. He would be more than happy to lead a "normal" life, but with a father who is best friends with Captain America and has run with the Avengers before. He has a love for reading and is almost always working his way through a book. He has a quick, very tactical brain, being able to think very quickly on his feet, a trait that has gotten him out of many scrapes. || He is master of hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, as well as being skilled in the use of military weapons such as firearms and grenades. || Sees Meg as his younger sister || || Bucky Barnes || Hero || Margaret "Meg" Rogers || Lady Liberty || 21 || Female || MadFaith || Meg is a spitting copy of her grandmother, quite nearly identical to the late Peggy Carter, a woman she looks up to greatly. She has fairer skin and thick brown hair that reaches just past her shoulders. She has startlingly deep green-blue eyes, exactly like her father. || Meg is a feisty spirit, not taking crap from others very kindly. She holds a very similar moral compass to her father, having grown up as a daddy's girl, dreaming of the day when the shield would be passed to her. She is determined to make her parents proud and will stop at nothing to complete her mission, being very stubborn and not taking kindly to opposing viewpoints. || She is a master of hand to hand combat and has inherited her father's Super-Soldier Serum abilities (Super strength, sped up metabolism, faster healing, super sight, etc.) and she also carries her father's shield and a pistol like her mother. || Sees Erik as her older brother || || Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter || Hero ||
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 25, 2018 14:07:13 GMT -5
(Alright, I'll put place holders in the relationship section)
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Post by MadFaith on Oct 25, 2018 14:07:55 GMT -5
{Thank you!}
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 25, 2018 14:11:17 GMT -5
(No problem!)
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Bisexual
Venom
Feeling a bit venomous
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Post by Venom on Oct 25, 2018 20:51:33 GMT -5
Penelope Holly Isley Daughter of Poison Ivy
Light rain. The loveliest weather in her opinion. It watered her dear flowers without drowning them, and when the clouds cleared it left a soft sun in its wake, not too hot to scorch the leaves and brightening the look of the seemingly abandoned greenhouse. A wave of her hand moved the young gardener to the window, where she could slip her hand through the opening to feel the cooling drops on her skin. A smile graced her lips as she closed her eyes in the bliss, the rain calming her. The plant beneath her feet stretched, curling a vine around the girl's arm and out into the rain as well. Opening her eyes again, she lowered herself back to the ground, the leaves making up her clothes ruffling slightly with the movement. Stepping off her dear plant, the girl found herself walking to the door, shooing away her overgrown children as she stepped outside to feel the rain over her entire body.
It is not far to say that Penelope Isley was much like the plants that she loved. It was to be expected, being raised by Pamela herself. While Penelope would never have a truly "normal" life, she had all she needed. Inheriting her mother's abilities and love for plants, it was no shock that she became one of the well-known girls of Gotham. Even with the ban on heroes, Gotham still had it's bat family, and Penelope had been on their list since her activities started. She could have had a better life, but that man crushed a daisy for no reason, and Penelope could practically hear the poor dear's screams.
She only regretted that she got blood on her clothes.
Back in the present, Penelope had her hands at her sides, face tilted up towards the skies as her eyes closed again, the feeling of the water running down her face causing her to smile. Her place was in the bad part of the city, where most crimes happened. Though she had enough connections to keep her little place safe from such horrible acts, she still constantly worried for her home's safety. She was safe for the time being, and was currently settled for that. Celena Williams❝if you ever cross me, i will make you regret every second of it❞ The Spawn of Venom, Carnage, and Toxin
Celena rapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne. She had a rather bored expression on her face and tried to find some entertainment in watching birds being beat around by her symbiote. HUNGRY. a male voice said. HUNGRY, HUNGRY, HUNGRY! The others followed suit. Two more male voices and then a female. Suddenly the pigeon beating stopped and a black arm reached out to grab one of the birds. It squawked in alarm as Celena transformed into the Venom part of her and ate the bird in one swift bite. As she returned to her normal state, Celena chuckled lightly, "Oh father, you and your insatiable hunger!" Suddenly four heads burst from her back and faced the young woman with their cruel smiles. One pure black and slimey, another bright red with streaks of black, the next darker than the red on, the last deep maroon with a hint of purple. "Celena, we are hungry!" hissed Carnage. Venom and Heathen smiling even more in agreement. Toxin on the other hand had a more irritated look. Celena smiled and nodded, "Yes yes..I understand, we shall get food soon." The symbiotes looked satisfied, "But," That satisfaction only lasted a moment, "I need some fresh air, so to say.." Venom, Carnage, and Heathen hissed in anger and retreated back into the girl's body. Toxin, only lingering a second longer, retreated as well. Celena got up and dusted herself a bit. She could hear the rain outside. With a smile, she walked out into the rain with some headphones in her ears and the sweater she was wearing being the only cover from the cold and wet.
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 25, 2018 22:48:59 GMT -5
(It's fine, I was at a game club for the past few hours)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 25, 2018 22:55:31 GMT -5
(Man xD)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 25, 2018 23:08:04 GMT -5
(I personally probably won't get a reply out until tomorrow, since I have a lot on my plate.)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 26, 2018 18:06:45 GMT -5
Penelope Holly Isley Daughter of Poison Ivy
A wave of her hand was all it took for her door to be locked. Well, not locked per say. The vines of her plants took over the doorway of her home again, keeping it closed and safe. While there wasn't actually anything of worth inside, someone might try to get in as an act against her mother. They always regretted it, but Penelope wasn't about to risk the lives of her beloved over it.
With the rain still falling around her, the gardener walked down the nearly empty streets, headed for the park. She always picked up a new plant along the way, so she listened for one in need as she focused on the leaves that made up her clothing, causing the vines to grow along her arms as makeshift sleeves so she didn't get too cold, the same happening around her legs. Small flowers peppered her clothing, petals of various pinks giving her green self more color than just her red hair.
Gotham was a big city of crime, but she felt calm in the midst of the screams as she walked through her neighborhood. Anyone who was outside avoided her like the plague, fearing what may happen should they cross paths, leaving the young girl to her thoughts. Her green lips pursed as she became lost in her thoughts, time ticking by as her silent footsteps brought her to her destination.
The park was her favorite place. The flowers were beautiful and grew plentiful, even with the smog of pollution. The grass was green, the trees strong. It felt safe, and she wasn't even the one that made this. The ones that did had a free pass in her book should she ever meet one though. Anyone that appreciates nature would get one.
Sighing, Penelope slid down one of the trees, far from any paths of the park. With the rain turning dirt to mud, no one would really be in the park, so the silence was welcoming. Closing her eyes, she found herself twirling her fingers in the grass beside her, relaxing as the tranquil feeling engulfed her.
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Bisexual
Venom
Feeling a bit venomous
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Post by Venom on Oct 27, 2018 22:58:39 GMT -5
Celena Williams❝if you ever cross me, i will make you regret every second of it❞ The Spawn of Venom, Carnage, and Toxin
Celena made her way to the park. A perfect place for easy pickings. Heathen growled with pleasure as the young woman thought of the prey they would catch. No one suspected that Celena was a dangerous crminal, nor should they. She kept her real identity hidden from the world, so she could look like a pretty girl walking the streets. Her favorite song came on as she was thinking of whom she might encounter in her little adventure. The young woman hummed to the lyrics and swayed a bit as she walked around. Some would give her stares as her body moved more to the beat. Others would look at her like a normal human being. I like this song. said Venom, Rather hypnotizing. Indeed it was. Celena bounced some more as the drums beat grew. The man singing had that rustic charm to his voice, that is why Celena loved him.
As her walking continued, slowly a thin layer of silver skin spread on her body. Bright slashes of blue appeared on her chest , legs and arms. As she looked at herself in the reflection of window, her eyes grew bright blue and no longer had pupils. Her hair floating around and apprearing as liquid mercury. With a smile. Celena made her way to the park with her feet barely touching the ground.
In that form, Celena was often compared to as a wandering spirit. She floating around with a certain elegance that atracted strangers. There was at least one man there. He was busy on his phone typing away furiously. Celena apporached him and gently touched his shoulders. As the man looked up, the young woman disappread into her surroundings. The young man looked around for her and only spotted her again when Celena was a few good feet away. She played this game of the man chasing a pretty woman until they reached a secluded space of the park where no one liked to go. She appeared and smiled. The man blinked his eyes rapidly and didn't have time to react as Heathen bit his head clean off. Blood splattered the grass and left a trail as Heathen dragged the body to a more private spot for full consuption. Suddenly each symbiote , except for Toxin, was on him. Celena switched from the other three as she continued to eat the body, saliva dripping down her chin. Within seconds. the body was gone and all was left a few blood splatters.
With a satisfied smiled, Heathen climbed up a tree and sat on the branches. She licked her lips and sighed at the copper taste of blood and guts, We shall get more food later, I swear. Celena spoke in Heathen's mind. " We shall feast tonight!' The symbiote hissed with glee. A loud roar escaped her lips and shook the leaves from the trees.
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 29, 2018 23:22:32 GMT -5
(I get that xD I'll finally have time to reply tomorrow, btw)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 30, 2018 20:13:16 GMT -5
Penelope Holly Isley Daughter of Poison Ivy
The girl was just drifting off into her own mind as the tree she was leaning on shook with a roar. Shooting to her feet, she turned, her dark eyes flaring as vines erupted from the ground beneath her, at the ready. In Gotham, it was a normal for anyone to become ready for an attack at any unexpected noise. Part of the survival instincts that come with living in a crime ridden city.
So when something in the tree roared, Penelope was instantly ready, her mind reeling as she tried to place the noise to the villains she knew. The only ones that really roared was Croc and Man-Bat, but one didn't climb trees and the other wasn't typically out in the daytime, cloudy or not. Determining that this was someone she wasn't aware of, Penelope reached out, asking the tree to drop whoever was in it, preparing for the worst. She spoke no words, not at first.
Even when the heroes were "legally" active, Gotham wasn't welcoming. The Bat even somehow kicked the Green Lantern Corps out. So the fact that the villains could be prickly wasn't much a shock. Plus, the unknown was dangerous, and there was enough danger than wanted already.
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 30, 2018 20:13:48 GMT -5
(Sorry, it's shorter than I would like)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 30, 2018 20:37:34 GMT -5
(Take your time, currently in dnd)
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Post by *ᴿᵃᶤᶰᶜᵃˡˡᵉʳ* on Oct 30, 2018 21:47:56 GMT -5
Penelope Holly Isley Daughter of Poison Ivy
NO!
The girl found herself frozen in place, eyes wide as the tree collapsed, cut down by the unknown creature. She couldn't move, staring at the dead plant in shock. She felt numb, unable to process the carnage that was occuring before her. Not until the creature was hovering over her, too close for comfort. Finally, she pulled her gaze away from the fallen, turning her eyes to the creature. There was no fear in it, only pure anger and hatred.
"How dare you!" Eyes blazing as the vines quivered around her. Her voice seemed to triple, echoing over itself as the girl glared into the other's eyes. "Do you know how long that tree has been here? You can not just waltz into this city destroying every living thing in your way!" Rage boiled in her poison ridden veins. She hissed, the vines wrapping around her arms and waist and pulled her away from the destructive force as thicker vines broke the ground open, curling up to make herself a seat. She didn't care who saw at this point. She was burning with hatred. If there was one thing she could not stand, it was the destruction of nature.
They called her Poison Hemlock, the people of Gotham. No one even knew if she had a father, and neither did she. For all anyone knew, her mother just made her from plants and some of her DNA. But no one really cared either. Penelope was a younger version of Poison Ivy, and she could be just as deadly. She didn't know the extent of the abilities of this creature, but no one, and she means no one dares to harm an innocent plant in front of her.
Plus, she was the one that asked the tree to drop whoever it was. She felt partially responsible for it's death, and should have been the one attacked. The girl rarely fought outright, as there was no need, but she was prepared for this all the same.
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