Post by Poison Ivy on Aug 18, 2012 18:40:02 GMT -6
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Poison Ivy.
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Pamela Lillian Isley.
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High 20's, low 30's.
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Female.
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Professional criminal, eco-terrorist, botanist, toxicologist.
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Slaughter Swamp, primarily.
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Poison Ivy has many facets to her personality. She plays the role of mother, savior, seductress, feminist, and scientist, among others. With her connection to plant life, Pamela has a pathological drive to protect nature from all of mankind, usually drawing her towards homicidal tendencies towards humans. Ivy is essentially deeply antisocial, believing herself to be not only inhuman, but above all others, due primarily to her altered DNA. Pamela also has a severe case of hypersexuality, which moves her to attempt to seduce most she encounters. While her belief of the sexes can be likened to that of an ultra feminist - thinking that all men are egotistical swine - Pamela can often times judge those of the same gender more harshly than males under the justification that "they should know better".
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Meta/Super Criminal.
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Human/Plant hybrid.
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Harley Quinn, Catwoman. Gotham rogues - as necessity drives her.
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- Able to direct the growth of all plantlife
- Plant genes mixed with her DNA
- Exudes natural pheromones that control victims
- Skin secretes a deadly toxin
- Can communicate/see through plant life
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Various plants, usually genetically altered for her purposes by Ivy. Pheremones, toxins, etc.
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Pamela's emotional attachment to nature is perhaps the easiest weakness to exploit when confronting her. If Ivy is under the impression that her babies are in danger, and she is unable of saving them from the threat posed, she tends to be more compliant. Pamela also shares an empathic connection with her babies, which means that if damage is done to plants she nearby, or that she is controlling - especially if she is unprepared - Ivy experiences mental trauma on par with what the plant in question is.
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Botanist Pamela Isley was transformed into a plant-human hybrid by a science experiment gone wrong. With chlorophyll flowing through her veins instead of blood, she developed a toxic touch and a pheromone-fueled talent for seduction. Her crimes have become more ecologically focused as she has increasingly abandoned her human side, identifying more with the natural world. Her unique brand of eco-terrorism often puts her into conflict with Batman, whose iron will usually protects him from her seductive powers.
Over the years, Poison Ivy has been a frequent villain in Gotham City, and occasionally beyond. She's made her fare share of enemies, and a few scarce allies - primarily the cupid of crime, Harley Quinn, who she holds a popularly known, close friendship with. Poison Ivy has pioneered many of the original super villain alliances, including the Injustice Society, and Injustice League, as well as spending time - against her wishes, but nevertheless - on the ranks of the Suicide Squad. Most recently, Pamela was a member of the Gotham City Sirens along with Harley and Catwoman, although that - like all alliances for Ivy - was short-lived, it made a distinct difference in her.
Since the lessons learned in her time with Catwoman and Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy's been more aware of her natural lethal tendencies, and perhaps - miraculously - more empathetic... If only just a small fraction's worth...
*Bio with help from Arkham Asylum wiki*
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"Patient interview 32. Patient name: Pamela Lillian Isley." The psychiatrist's tone became less authoritative, and more conversational - albeit with a notably forced kind of ease. "Hello, Pamela. How are you today?" The woman seated at the opposite side of the table did not look pleased to be there. Her pale emerald skin was in stark contrast to the vibrant red shade of her hair, which was swept up behind her ears and tumbled down her back. She sat with her back straight, legs crossed, and arms folded to show her nearly indifferent distaste for the whole scenario. Poison Ivy's pupils shone a dull, primal green. They rolled and leveled on the man irritably.
"Fine," she said bluntly, a cross between a sarcastic sigh and a curse. The doctor - Dr Burns, she thought, or was it Burt? Burls? Like she cared - gave a look of thoughtful apprehension and then, with the distinct air of a man putting himself back together, smiled in a pained way. "Today I'd like to talk to you about the accident that made you... er..." he rubbed the back of his head, "what you are today." Poison Ivy's glare had drifted back towards the corner of the small interview room, but now it flicked back to Burns-Burt-Burls with a cold, harsh amusement.
"'Accident'?" she reiterated with a richness to her tone which showed how intrigued she was at the phrasing. "What Jason did to me was quite intentional. There was nothing 'accidental' about it." The shrink had a light in his eyes at this new manifestation. He was excited, like a rodent over which a pitiful crumb was being dangled. Ivy fought the urge to snort in derision. "You mean Dr Woodrue?" Of course she did, the idiot. Wasn't that in the job description of a psychiatrist, though? Ask the most blunt, obvious, irritating questions? She'd have to ask Harleen next time they saw one another.
"Who else?" she chose to say, inflecting her words to sound vaguely interested. Maybe this doctor - name up for debate - could be more useful to her than his predecessors. Honestly, when would these people learn? Just because they got injected with a poorly-fashioned serum to blunt the effects of her pheromones before interviewing, and had the room well-insulated didn't mean she would be ignored. Ivy had to be careful, though. If she was found out, and couldn't play it off otherwise she'd lose the privileges she'd garnered through compliance - feigned or no. Those privileges could mean the world of difference.
Might as well give the sick doctors what they wanted.
"Of course at the time I thought that Jason had killed me," Pamela elaborated, waving one hand airily to accentuate her point, "but really he did me a huge favor." The nameless meat sack before her leaned forward, trying to coax her into more detail with his body language, not just his words. "I thought Dr Woodrue used you as a guinea pig." Poison Ivy smirked coolly. She'd continue to play along... for now. "He did. He pumped me full of so many toxins that he killed me. Killed her," she amended, shade eclipsing her features, lighting her irises, making her look more ominious, "birthed me."
"Who?" He was leaning forward... So close... How could she resist? How could he? "Poison Ivy." The woman lurched forward. With a grip displaying inhuman strength Pamela grabbed onto his collar and pulled him closer. Her lips - full and sizzling - pressed tenderly, lovingly against the doctor's. He made a noise. One that no man could make under different circumstances. A deep guttural hitch deep in his throat. Poison Ivy's eyes opened halfway through the embrace, shining with malice and a sweetness that was toxic. Veins bulged black in the man's face, and then...? He crumpled on the table.
Sirens began to wail even as Pamela reclaimed her chair, looking disdainful, but more pleased than when the session began. "Love," she whispered as the sound of stampeding guards on the other side of the interview door shook the hanging light, "you're plucked."
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