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@TGrrl

2024-03-05T05:13:57Z

Terrybgoode:

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2024-03-05T05:06:25Z

Terrybgoode:

Boom-Boom

2024-03-05T05:02:20Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2024-03-05T05:01:28Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2024-03-05T04:59:50Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2024-03-05T04:55:49Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2024-03-05T04:55:09Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2024-03-05T04:54:19Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T20:00:06Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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File:Boom-venture.jpg
File:Boom-red.jpg
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfjTZLxekig Saliva - Click Click Boom]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Raw6JTvPHmY Soulfly - Boom]
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:59:36Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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File:Boom-baby.jpg
File:Boom-venture.jpg
File:Boom-red.jpg
</gallery></center>
|MusicEmbed=[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccN3-9QQB48 Black Stone Cherry - Blame It On The Boom-Boom]
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfjTZLxekig Saliva - Click Click Boom]
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Raw6JTvPHmY Soulfly - Boom]
|Logs={{Template:Logs}}
|WarkerName=TGrrl

|}}
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File:Boom-Boom-icon.gif

2020-08-31T19:48:45Z

Terrybgoode:

@TGrrl

2020-08-31T19:40:58Z

Terrybgoode:

Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:40:02Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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File:Boom-baby.jpg
File:Boom-venture.jpg
File:Boom-red.jpg
</gallery></center>
|MusicEmbed=See [[Theme_Music]] for help with this section.
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@TGrrl

2020-08-31T19:38:29Z

Terrybgoode: Created page with "<pre><includeonly> <noinclude> Welcome to your new Warker Page! Please read the text on this page carefully and follow the instructions. Failure to do so will result in your..."

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Welcome to your new Warker Page!

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Please note that you may get a 'duplicate file' error if you upload another copy of your log icon. This is fine. Simply click the 'ignore warning and save anyways' button.

If you wish to change your icon in the future, click on it and select "Upload a new version of this file" from the bottom of the page.

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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:27:24Z

Terrybgoode:

{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:27:09Z

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{{2019Profile|
|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics (X-Factor, X-Force, New Mutants, Nextwave)
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:25:22Z

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2020-08-31T19:24:34Z

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2020-08-31T19:24:22Z

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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:19:46Z

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|Image=Boom-Boom.jpg
|Name=Tabitha Smith
|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
|Alias=Boom-Boom
|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics (X-Factor, X-Force, New Mutants, Nextwave)
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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Boom-Boom

2020-08-31T19:19:01Z

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|Pronunciation=(Like, really?)
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|Occupation=Special Operative
|Series=Marvel Comics (X-Factor, X-Force, New Mutants, Nextwave)
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Homo Superior
|Short=An athletic blonde bombshell whose style usually lies somewhere between bargain basement superhero and your typical 80s mall rat. Has a penchant for long coats and tinted shades. Totally cool, in her own mind. Sort of an embarrassing, trashy throwback as far as anybody with better taste is concerned.
|Extra1='''Misc: Boom, baby!'''
|Age=22
|Birthdate=November 30th
|Height=5'5" (165cm)
|Weight=122lbs (55kg)
|Desc=
|Extra2='''Flaws:''' Yes. 
|Background=ZOMG. I just started writing this and I'm already bored! Where does a bitching badass blonde bomber begin? So I'm a mutant, duh. My super awesome power is that I look great in everything, and also I can blow your entire face up with plasmatic time bombs. Small ones, big ones, long ones, girthy ones... just balls of all shapes and sizes, tbh. I've been able to do this since I was a kid, which was NOT my parents' favorite thing ever. They made a bad time of it. I had a bad time. It was a bad time. So I ditched them, obvs. What the frick else was a girl to do?

Runaway Tabby took her licks on the road, made some friends and some enemies, took what she needed to survive, and eventually ended up kicking self-righteous ass on a special ops team. Several of them, in fact. Ever hear of X-Factor, X-Force, the X-Terminators, the ol' X-Kabong? Alright, I made the last one up. Sue me. Just the three Xs! XXX, for a good time call--

Well. That's where it gets kinda complicated. Some people protest too freaking much, and think I've had too many codenames. Time Bomb, Meltdown, Boomer, Boom-Boom. I even ran without one for a while. Shit got weird. If I like you, you can call me Tab, Tabs, Tabby, T-Girl, T-Money, and Boom-Boom is just peachy either way. Don't wear it out or I'll go back to Doctor Madame McSplode.

J/K THAT WAS NEVER A REAL ONE, LOL (She'd ruin your day, though. Fear her.)

People think I'm a joke, but I am super, duper cereal. I've been snooping about and scrapping since I was thirteen years old, blowing up bad guys and supporting my friends... and a bunch of other ungrateful losers who don't even deserve that name! Sure I know how to have a good time, but I've saved more lives than I've blown up cars - and that's a fuckton of cars, let me tell you. Since my mutant brohams and brominas founded a paradise on Krakoa it's been a bit of a rough ride, but anyone who says I can't hold it together and get results is just a no-goodnik hater scumbag.

Yeah, you heard me. Come @ me.

Now it seems like we've got to jump across dimensions or something, something, blah blah. I dunno. "Go save the world, Tabitha", "liberate your fellow mutants, Tabitha", "stop blowing everything up, Tabitha". Another day, another dollar. Another night, another After Hours Shake 'n' Bake with Tabby Von Boom. See you on the flipside, lovers and haters. Peace o-u-t!
|Skills='''Drinking''' - A dab hand with a whiskey bottle, Boom-Boom can put it away with the best of them, and fall over well before the rest. Don't sweat it, she'll get up again. Probably.

'''Explosions''' - One of the more aggressively-chaotic amongst the undisputed 'good guys', Boomer is explosive enough in her own right, but her particular genetic mutation allows her to create and control orbs of plasma that can subsequently be triggered to unleash physical explosions. These vary in size and impact based on both her intent and current ability to exercise restraint, from tiny, near-harmless firecrackers to substantial payloads capable of leveling walls and turning large vehicles into junk and shrapnel. She's also quite adept with the energy consumed in this process, able to put out blasts with sustained effort when necessary.

'''Fighting''' - Mutant gift aside, it's all too easy to write Boom-Boom off at first - or even second - glance. She has her 'dumb blonde' act down to a tee, and writes checks with her mouth that few asses could reliably cash. To her credit, though, she's been working on various clandestine special ops teams since she was barely out of her tweens. She's trained with, and fought alongside, some of the heavier hitters Earth-616 has to offer, and has the corresponding skills tucked into her slender waistband. Subverting all reasonable expectations, she's genuinely kind of a well-rounded badass.

'''Yakking''' - In case she really needed a fourth estimable talent, Tabitha is skilled in the art of running her damn mouth. The astute may note that she uses sarcasm and trollish humor to cover for a thousand glaring insecurities, but the astutely tactical can go one further - as part of a butt-kicking team, she makes for a valuable distraction. Go on, let her take that brick to the face so you don't have to. Who said snarky one-liners don't serve a practical purpose? Assholes, that's who.
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2020-08-31T19:16:47Z

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Poison Ivy

2020-02-01T02:08:22Z

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|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
|Desc=
|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasons that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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Mileena

2020-01-22T23:39:26Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Name=Mileena
|Series=Mortal Kombat
|Class=Hell Stripper
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Neutral Evil
|Gender=Female
|Species=Genetic Experiment - Tarkatan & Edenian
|Age=25
|Birthdate=Nope. :(
|Height=5'9" (175cm)
|Weight=128lbs (58kg)
|Short=An abomination created in the Flesh Pits of Outworld by the sorcerer Shang Tsung, Mileena boasts the mixed ancestry of the graceful, powerful Edenians and the brutish, demonic Tarkatans. Her body represents the arguable peak of feminine beauty, blending dangerous curves with incredible athleticism, but amongst otherwise attractive facial features she boasts feral eyes and a mouth that no mother could love. Fortunately, she doesn't have one. Cannibalistic and violent, on her homeworld Mileena was the obvious candidate to take the throne from her 'father', Emperor Shao Kahn, after he was slain by the kombatants of Earthrealm. However, her stranglehold on the title of Empress was released following a successful coup by the Osh-Tekk Ko'atal. Executed in stomach-churning fashion, the over-ambitious clone was thought removed from the arena of Kombat; a pity that on Twisted, those rules no longer apply... 
'''Informal Title''': Empress Mileenapants the Bitey, First of Her Name 
'''Theme Song''': [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWnZV4flFc4 Freak Kitchen - One Last Dance]
|Desc=There's an immediate impression of something primal when beholding this alarming woman. Her body is as close to an approximation of 'perfect' as one is likely to find; smooth, feminine curves accentuated by honed, flexible muscle. Her breasts are a pleasing double-handful, the generous swell of her rear serving as both titillation and containment for further power. To call her a 'specimen' would be a vast and ironic understatement.

Mileena's head is where it all goes wrong. Her hair hangs as an old, unkempt mop, black enough to border on purple as it catches the light. Those inclined to lust might view it more favourably, as bedhair, but this woman's detractors see carelessness and dirt. Her features are severe, though aggressively attractive, a sunken and broad-boned brow framing slit amber eyes that hold a predator's instinctive and alien confidence. With wild fronds tumbling past her shoulders, framing sharp bones and pale skin, there's an unshamedness to her blunt, savage beauty.

Her attire flatters the whole, violently-sexual package. On her deliciously robust torso, a scandalously short purple half-toga does nothing to conceal barbaric lingerie, bound by a black sash and offset with a segmented upper chest plate. Elaborate, ornamental armguards of a dense, purple-dyed fibrous material restrain the corded muscles of her limbs, culminating at top and bottom with stylized plates of bone - decorated in a ghastly skull motif. Her hands, guarded on the back, are wrapped to the fore with fingers left bare, tipped at the apex with sharpened, painted nails.

The abomination's thighs are mostly visible courtesy of coarse black chaps, which disappear into chitinous knee pads also carved to resemble alien skulls. Beneath these, her lower legs are tightly bound in purple-stained bandages, and esconced from the calves down by what can best be described as battle-armored stripper heels, rear calves and feet protected by dark metal. The heels themselves are jagged, down-sweeping daggers, which clearly require unearthly grace to move around upon. More direct armament comes from the pair of leather-bound sai strapped to Mileena's upper spine. 
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'''Martial Arts''': Mileena is trained in a variety of styles, familiar with diverse forms but preferring to utilise simple, brutish techniques derived from her animalistic origin. She is no less deadly for it, possessed of incredible speed and strength rivalling Kombatants two or three times her size. Beside her fists, feet and maw, she favours paired sai in battle. Her technique, such as it is, is nigh flawless - she is a masterful and unpredictable warrior.

'''Genetic Advantage''': Vat-born and created from carefully-selected DNA, Mileena is a genetic super-soldier. Her strength and speed are both naturally-boosted as part of her artifical origin, and the sorceries of Shang Tsung have gifted her with a coherent understanding of these gifts. Impeccably agile, she is also obscenely tough; she can take blows that would mulch lesser fighters, and recovers at an astounding rate from physical damage.

'''Chi Manipulation''': Mileena has the ability to bolster her techniques and her movements with bright, jagged bursts of energy tied to whatever plane she currently inhabits. Able to quite literally teleport at will, she can use this power seemingly indefinitely and at a split-second's warning. It only works within close, sighted range - however, she can also form an ethereal link with her weapons, and use these as conduits through which to move her physical form.

'''Natural Magic''': Created partly by magecraft, Mileena is sensitive to the magical arts. She can instinctively use and understand sorcerous objects, and if given the means to use a magic-based power deriving from evil and darkness, is positively prodigious. There is a theoretical limit on this talent, which may grow in time with exposure. Currently, the act of performing even artificial magic is tiring and a threat to her already fractured sanity.

'''Clone Empathy''': Though she has to discover this ability, Mileena is - at this point in her evolution - able to communicate telepathically with her own clones, commanding them as a Hive Queen through strong mental suggestion. They share the same link, allowing her to effectively coordinate with as many 'other selves' as are available. Currently she is separated from the Flesh Pits, but good things come to she who waits...
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* MAGICAL KNOWLEDGE: 4

* PHYSICAL ABILITY: 8

* SUPERHUMAN ABILITY: 8
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* THREAT RATING: 6
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==Background==
A creature of Outworld, Mileena is a magically-imbued genetic experiment created by the sorcerer Shang Tsung, whose Flesh Pits are well-stocked with creations made for the Emperor Shao Kahn. Of these, Mileena herself is the first success, cloned from the blended DNA of the captured Edenian, Princess Kitana, and the demonic Tarkatan race. Resembling her father's adopted daughter almost entirely, she has inherited too a hellish maw by grace of her barbaric half. A deadly mix of beauty and beast, she quickly became the favoured 'offspring' of the Emperor, and her loyalty came naturally. So, too, did a venemous hatred of Kitana, and much of Mileena's early life was spent in violent pursuit of the princess - whose betrayal of Shao Kahn's court marked her for execution.

Following the untimely demise of her 'father', it was Mileena who inherited the throne of Outworld by questionable right of birth. Her time as Kahnum earned her a yet greater reputation for bloody displays of violence, and her subjugation of her people earned her the nickname 'The Mad Empress'. Fortunately for many, her reign ended relatively quickly with a successful coup by one Kotal Kahn. The sole survivor of a race slaughtered by Mileena's father and predecessor, Kotal gained enough support and proved powerful enough to force the Empress into exile with a few of her closest advisors. Thus began a long and fierce rebellion - a civil war for Shao Kahn's throne.

During this time, Mileena would obtain the amulet of Shinnok; a fallen Elder God and one of the most potent denizens of Outworld. This would provide her the leverage to launch a counter-assault upon Kotal Kahn and drain his life force in order to reclaim the throne. This plan would backfire, in large part because Shinnok's power came at a deadly price; weakening the would-be Kahnum along with her victims, and she was all too easily dismantled by combination of Kotal Kahn, and his 'First Minister' D'Vorah. A former subordinate of Mileena's, the insectoid woman was gleeful in carrying out her order for execution, murdering Mileena in sickening fashion.

But Mileena's is far from a normal existence. With many more identical clones within the Flesh Pits of Shang Tsung, she may effectively be proven immortal with the right actions - here and now, it has been far simpler for the dark goddess Christabella to pull her through the stuff of nightmares and give her shape, mind and flesh. The Mad Empress stalks once more, and has herself a chance at redemption - by killing Kotal Kahn, now rightful ruler as ordained by the Elder Gods themselves, she can restore her lost glory and perhaps rise to take a new throne.

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Mileena

2020-01-22T23:38:42Z

Terrybgoode:

Tank Girl

2020-01-21T19:58:33Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Name=Rebecca <s>Buck</s> Fuck
|Series=Tank Girl
|Threat=Block Buster
|Class=None whatsoever!
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Age=23
|Birthdate=August 4th
|Height=As a kite!
|Weight=66125lbs (29994kg)
|Short=A former mercenary in the employ of the Australian military, Tank Girl is a bounty hunter, fugitive, and party animal ''par excellence''. With an illustrious gift for violence, she's carved her way through the unlikely an<s>n</s>als of history and now arrives in Twisted City with a bad attitude and a worse hangover. She's not the worst person ever, but there have been a few who'd beg to differ... and she's more inclined to have a good time than an opinion.
|Desc=[[File:tankgirl_c.jpg]] A/S/L?
|Skills=Ultra-Violence - Rebecca has a quite marvellous gift for all things violent. Though she seems to have no actual training, per se, she's certainly had a lot of practice - and a sane person might imagine there's something else going on underneath the hood! A horny person wouldn't wonder, and would just check. She can remove heads with a well-placed jackboot, punch, stab, and headbutt her way through just about any solid object, and fashion all manner of highly-destructive weaponry from the environment. The less it makes sense, and the more unnecessary it is, the more likely she is to be able to do it; to call her 'chaotic' would be to miss the point entirely. She IS chaos, and it's probably best to stay clear of her if you've got a weak stomach. At best, she'll puke on you.

Weapons Aptitude - Yes. All of them. Don't ask why. Really. She'll have to kill you.

Tanks - Not just able to pilot this particular vehicle, TG also apparently shares some elements of her biology with it. Their kinship is a burning flame, their forbidden love resonating throughout the ages... what we're trying to say is, she's really bloody good when it comes to tanks. And unlike most soldiers, she's not compensating for anything.

Durability - There's a reason Tank Girl hasn't been buried in a tank-shaped coffin and dropped in the ocean. She's very, very hard to cause any actual damage to. Though constantly in situations that should leave her mangled, she just seems to keep on ticking - finding just the right bit of leverage, a weapon perfectly suiting the situation, or simply barrelling through on sheer stubbornness and blind luck. Perhaps it's the booze or the smokes that do it, but every time Rebecca ought to snuff it she comes back with a cocksure smirk and a hunger to get drunk, laid, or both.

Brain the Size of a Planet - It's approximately the size of Pluto.
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==Background==
A popular legend amongst the aboriginals of the Australian Outback tells of an avenging angel named Tanicha - the Spirit of Life and Youth and Wisdom. When the white man came to enslave the indigenous population, he was haunted and brutally-slaughtered by Tanicha, who capped off her violent retribution by giving birth to her new avatar from the stomach of their overweight leader.

This avatar may just be Rebecca Buck. Or it could be a load of skanky horse diarrhoea.

The woman later to be known as 'Tank Girl' certainly remembers a few things about her childhood, like her collection of novelty pencil sharpeners later enshrined for eternity in the National Museum of Modern Pencil Sharpeners, Sydney. Her first words were "cauliflower" and "penis", in that order. For her fifteenth birthday she received, from her mother, a sentient stuffed koala called Camp Koala (R.I.P.) and was taken to a fortune teller where she was told her name means 'The Rule Breaker' and she would break all the established laws of life. This makes an unhealthy amount of sense.

In any case, she certainly 'grew up' in Australia, getting to know later co-conspirators Jet Girl and Sub Girl as a teenager. For no particular reason she fails to remember the two girls' actual names, though she only picked up her own moniker when she was given her trademark heavy assault vehicle.

[[File:tankgirl_a.png]] "Well. That escalated quickly."

As a mercenary in the employ of the Aussie military, Rebecca was tasked with committing violent acts in the name of the Man. Despite this dream gig, she worked on the side as a bounty hunter apprehending often less-violent criminals and occasionally having wild sex with them. Tragedy came (hard) when she murdered a high-ranking officer and failed to deliver an urgent supply of colostomy bags to Australia's incontinent head of state, President Hogan. This caused a national outcry, and Tank Girl was branded an outlaw - and bestowed with a multi-million dollar bounty. Woe betode (?!) those who tried to claim it, and she'd off numerous fortune hunters as she sleazed her way through the Outback. She also managed to witness the Second Coming of Christ, which was nice.

After devastating her former superior officer Sergeant Small Unit's Nightmare Squad (thanks to her developing gigantic breasts at just the right moment), Tank Girl went on to meet 'love of her life' (she's probably forgotten him already) and 'mutant kangaroo' (wait, that part's real!) Booga and shag his bonce off before accidentally procuring God's Dressing Gown. After fashioning it into a makeshift boob-tube to cover her (lack of) shame, Rebecca was accosted by none other than Satan himself. After shooting the dissenting angel on her right shoulder, she donated the holy relic to the fallen angel in return for three wishes. Making these was one of the hardest things she's ever done, which means it took approximately 0.2 seconds of thought for each spectacular wish.

Wish 1: An appearance as a guest on the Dame Edna Show.
 Wish 2: That God's Dressing Gown turn anyone who wears it into a right Jimmy Saville.
 Wish 3: A shitload of lager.

With the Devil now running charity marathons, Tank Girl proceeded to get absolutely and completely trashed. Which is approximately when things started to go downhill. The following things occurred, probably in this order though she was QUITE drunk and can't be sure:

- TG accrues a small fortune coaching her marsupial boyfriend to lose at boxing.
 - Camp Koala is slaughtered in untimely fashion during a freak baseball accident.
 - An evil corporation replaces all the lager in Australia with Spunk.
 - Earth is destroyed by a meteor.
 - TG gives birth to a baby tank after a one night stand with... well, her tank, obviously.
 - Some asshole makes a horrible biopic all about her life and times.
 - Homer writes 'The Odyssey', in which Tank Girl travels the ancient kingdom in order to return home, and save her beautiful wife from a bevy of unsuitable suitors.

...or did that last one really happen? Screw this writing nonsense. It's beer time. Nothing can ever go wrong with beer! It's not as though our heroine is going to get Abo-girl trashed and wake up in a crashed tank in a strange dimension without any clothes on...

[[File:tankgirl_b.jpg]] "Oh... oh, FUCK..."

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Panty

2020-01-21T19:58:00Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Series=Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt
|Threat=City Smasher
|Alignment=Neutral Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Fallen Angel
|Age=Legal
|Birthdate=Nah, but tie a ribbon around it and we can pretend. <3
|Height=5'4" (164cm)
|Weight=104lbs (47kg)
|Short=Heaven on high heels, with a big mouth and a bad attitude, Panty is the real heroine of the story! Together with her kid sister [[Stocking|Stockin']] (the goth one) she fights the forces of evil wherever they may dare to infringe upon her prolific and very important sex life. Ghosts and demons beware, she's got a pair of explosive transforming panties with your name all over them.
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|Desc=Well, praise be to the Virgin Mother, if you're into slim blondes you've just found the Holy fuckin' Grail!

Panty Anarchy is, in fact, as (dirty) blonde as they come. Her hair is long, thick, and outrageously messy in a way that most any supermodel would seethe over. She looks like she's just slunk out of a seven-hour sex marathon with an award-winning hair stylist, redefining the heretofore glorious apex of 'bedhair' with her own unique spin. Artfully-sloppy bangs jaggedly draw the eye to her big baby blues, the much larger mass splaying chaotically down her back, the boldest strands resting against the taut upper curves of an ass that is, to say the least, pretty much perfect. Neither shall it ever quit, yea.

Almost perpetually found living it up on a pair of six inch heels, Panty has the proverbial 'legs for days'. She's clearly not averse to a good workout, either; they're slender but powerful, long and slim with just enough definition on thigh and calf to put paid to any of that bulimia bullshit. Her hips swell outward as befits her undeniable sex, cinching back in to a tight, flat stomach. There's not an inch of spare flesh to go around, even on her breasts - they're small, sure, but these pouting rosebuds beg for just as much attention as the rest of her. Don't be a fucking size queen, dude!

Panty's shoulders and arms bear no particularly athletic hallmark, with muscle tone befitting perhaps someone who does a little bit of pilates and gives a whole lot of... well, you know. There's a subtle but dangerous power in them there wrists, boys. She moves with an oddly-slouching grace, too relaxed and balanced to be called clumsy but hardly demonstrating the poise of a dancer. At least, most of the time...

The whole package is usually wrapped up, with similar carefree artistry to that found in her 'do, in a bright red strappy mini-dress whose hem falls perhaps a finger short of her namesake undergarments. There's probably a very good reason for this. Around her neck, she sports a double pair of gold chains - matching hoops found around her wrists and higher, hanging from the sensitive lobes of her ears.

Oh, and she has a face, too! Panty is, naturally, cute as all get-out. Her nose is a playfully-upturned button, her cheekbones well-defined within the overall heart shape, and her lips full without being overt. Despite the dick-eating grin she's probably giving you right now, hers is actually a very subtle form of beauty, make-up applied sparingly in flattering flesh tones to accentuate what's already there. This is a girl who knows what she's got, and realises she flaunts it just by existing.

Stand to attention, boys. Panty Anarchy has entered the building.
|Extra2='''Quotes:''' 
"You're right, I'm just a little bitch and I'm proud of it. But guess what, douchebag? That's not the point. Newsflash! I don't need special fucking powers to beat the shit out of you. You know why? Because I'm a bitch who doesn't give a fuck. You and your half-dead face can preach about hymens and demons and other weird words that supposedly mean shit, but that doesn't change the fact that if any of you fuckers get in my way, I'm gonna kick some twisted-ass ass. You hear me, dick? I'm a hot bitch angel named Panty. And no matter what anyone says, I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT!"

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"O pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, O evil spirit born of those drifting between heaven and earth, may the thunderous power from the garments of these holy, delicate maidens strike down upon you with great vengeance and furious anger, shattering your loathsome impurity and returning you from whence you came! '''Repent, motherfucker'''!"
|Skills='''Angelic Halo''' - Invoking a stunning transformation, Panty and Stocking are capable of donning their angelic halos and becoming a force to be reckoned with. Receiving superhuman boosts to strength, speed, agility, and endurance that only heighten further when they combine forces, they can also shrug off extreme physical effects - including enchantments and transformations already invoked by the magic of others - as a beneficial side effect of the process.

'''Backlace''' - Panty's firearm of choice, this iridescent blue handcannon is formed from her own panties. A spiritual weapon, it is unable to cause serious harm to humans despite being entirely lethal to ghosts. The greater an entity's demonic status, the less likely it is to simply explode on being drilled with a single, celestial round. In desperate situations, Panty can supplement and modify Backlace by using her sister's panties to create a second, identical gun; or even swipe the underwear of bystanders. The size and potency of such a weapon depends on the size of the owner's genitals and their relative prowess. Multiple renditions of Backlace can be combined to create progressively more ludicrous weapons, from assault rifles to cataclysmic bazookas.

'''Crack Shot''' - Whether it's Backlace or a regular, gross-smelling gun, Panty is capable of aiming with pinpoint precision under a staggering level of stress and confusion. Range is no object - if the bullet's capable of getting there, she can guide it, and is equally capable at the rapid fury of close quarters.

'''Martial Arts''' - In a manner of speaking! She's a brawler for sure, but despite her stature Panty packs a <s>hell</s> heaven of a punch, and fights like a rabid cat. Perfectly content to pull hair, gouge eyes or kick below the belt, after transforming beneath the auspice of her angelic halo she's a dangerous combatant by any standard. Put a pistol or two in her hand and watch her Gun Fu.

'''Pornomancer''' - She's really fucking good. Improbably good. Even covered in feces and chunks of eradicated ghost ectoplasm, she's all but irresistible to the opposite sex. Maybe she's born with it, maybe she's a fucking angel and you should start praying, bitch...

'''See Through''' - Panty and Stocking's Hummer and pretty-much-sidekick, See Through is pink, sexy, ultra-durable and insanely fast (approximate top speed: what've you got?). Though both girls are capable of pulling crazy stunts, Panty's daredevil maneuvers are particularly stomach-churning to behold - and she's not bad on a motorcycle, either! Vroom vroom, motherfucker!
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJzeC6vnurY&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=2 Steel Panther - Party All Day]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4zEuIjjEFE&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=3 Traci Lords - Fallen Angel]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZRzVIhBBQg&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=4 Teddy Loid - Fly Away (Now)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaSSMQVybzE&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=5 Katzenjammer - Land of Confusion]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpHK69PYZXw&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=6 Deadmau5 feat. Rob Swire - Ghosts 'n' Stuff]
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhHBwLy29nE&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=8 Garbage - What Girls Are Made Of]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yvpbm37OLiU&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=9 The Shamen - L.S.I. (Love Sex Intelligence)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8eb4zw5gfg&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=10 Girlschool - Race With The Devil]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8i5GYdGQK4&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=11 Bruce Dickinson - Shoot All The Clowns]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wB0ybI3cpRk&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=12 Rammstein - Stripped (Heavy Metal Mix)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7h2hhQCNUk&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=13 Kate Bush - Them Heavy People]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKqijKt1W9A&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=14 The Prodigy - Spitfire]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rqso9Pwl4k&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=15 Y&T - Don't Tell Me What To Wear]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWCDMokpARI&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=16 David Lee Roth - It's Showtime!]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rS5KFvG6w4&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=17 The Almighty - Devil's Toy]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAUgLsluWj0&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=18 Jun Sasaki - Juice]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PXkCAiV0Ww&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=19 Halestorm - Apocalyptic]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gfIgA-PYyQ&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=20 The Stranglers - No More Heroes]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5LLxW0E_eE&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=21 Saving Abel - The Sex Is Good]
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIXr2PQ430M&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=24 The Sugababes - Get Sexy (Hadouken! Remix)]
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyRTu1rm070&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=26 Guns N' Roses - Rocket Queen]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHBxJCq99jA&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=27 The Pretty Reckless - Heaven Knows]
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TWO PARAGRAPHS?! Shit! This is the last time I do anything for you, Stockin', I swear to holy fuck...

So uh, once upon a time there was this rockin' hot blonde called Panty. Everyone wanted her, except the girls who weren't dykes who I guess just wanted to be her or whatever. Even though she cut school and didn't really apply herself (see, Stockin', I'm that self-aware thing you're always tellin' me about!) she was totally rad and awesome, and that's probably why she got kicked out of heaven to go hunt Ghosts. Oh, and she had this weirdo goth-freak of a sister who really needs to watch her figure before her tits expand to swallow the Earth and fuck up this whole big thing we have goin' on. She's super into bondage, too. What's up with that? Girl needs her hole filled, pronto.

Any-fuckin'-way, these two totally badass angel sisters were basically the best thing to happen to this dive of a planet. Everyone loved Panty Anarchy, she kicked ass, took names, and even starred in TWO hit movies. It all would've been perfect if not for this fat black asshole of a boy-botherer named Garterbelt. Every morning, he'd wake the two beautiful sisters (I said she eats too much, I didn't say she wasn't hot) by screaming outta both sides of his face about 'blah blah sacred duty, blah blah Heaven coins'. So we went and kicked ass, I guess.

The end.

That's two paragraphs, right? I'm done, right? Why do I even fucking care? Smell you later, jerkoff, I've got a hot date with my sister and four stinky rubber wheels. Woohoooo!

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Panty

2020-01-21T19:57:36Z

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|Threat=City Smasher
|Alignment=Chaotic Good
|Gender=Female
|Species=Fallen Angel
|Age=Legal
|Birthdate=Nah, but tie a ribbon around it and we can pretend. <3
|Height=5'4" (164cm)
|Weight=104lbs (47kg)
|Short=Heaven on high heels, with a big mouth and a bad attitude, Panty is the real heroine of the story! Together with her kid sister [[Stocking|Stockin']] (the goth one) she fights the forces of evil wherever they may dare to infringe upon her prolific and very important sex life. Ghosts and demons beware, she's got a pair of explosive transforming panties with your name all over them.
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|Desc=Well, praise be to the Virgin Mother, if you're into slim blondes you've just found the Holy fuckin' Grail!

Panty Anarchy is, in fact, as (dirty) blonde as they come. Her hair is long, thick, and outrageously messy in a way that most any supermodel would seethe over. She looks like she's just slunk out of a seven-hour sex marathon with an award-winning hair stylist, redefining the heretofore glorious apex of 'bedhair' with her own unique spin. Artfully-sloppy bangs jaggedly draw the eye to her big baby blues, the much larger mass splaying chaotically down her back, the boldest strands resting against the taut upper curves of an ass that is, to say the least, pretty much perfect. Neither shall it ever quit, yea.

Almost perpetually found living it up on a pair of six inch heels, Panty has the proverbial 'legs for days'. She's clearly not averse to a good workout, either; they're slender but powerful, long and slim with just enough definition on thigh and calf to put paid to any of that bulimia bullshit. Her hips swell outward as befits her undeniable sex, cinching back in to a tight, flat stomach. There's not an inch of spare flesh to go around, even on her breasts - they're small, sure, but these pouting rosebuds beg for just as much attention as the rest of her. Don't be a fucking size queen, dude!

Panty's shoulders and arms bear no particularly athletic hallmark, with muscle tone befitting perhaps someone who does a little bit of pilates and gives a whole lot of... well, you know. There's a subtle but dangerous power in them there wrists, boys. She moves with an oddly-slouching grace, too relaxed and balanced to be called clumsy but hardly demonstrating the poise of a dancer. At least, most of the time...

The whole package is usually wrapped up, with similar carefree artistry to that found in her 'do, in a bright red strappy mini-dress whose hem falls perhaps a finger short of her namesake undergarments. There's probably a very good reason for this. Around her neck, she sports a double pair of gold chains - matching hoops found around her wrists and higher, hanging from the sensitive lobes of her ears.

Oh, and she has a face, too! Panty is, naturally, cute as all get-out. Her nose is a playfully-upturned button, her cheekbones well-defined within the overall heart shape, and her lips full without being overt. Despite the dick-eating grin she's probably giving you right now, hers is actually a very subtle form of beauty, make-up applied sparingly in flattering flesh tones to accentuate what's already there. This is a girl who knows what she's got, and realises she flaunts it just by existing.

Stand to attention, boys. Panty Anarchy has entered the building.
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"You're right, I'm just a little bitch and I'm proud of it. But guess what, douchebag? That's not the point. Newsflash! I don't need special fucking powers to beat the shit out of you. You know why? Because I'm a bitch who doesn't give a fuck. You and your half-dead face can preach about hymens and demons and other weird words that supposedly mean shit, but that doesn't change the fact that if any of you fuckers get in my way, I'm gonna kick some twisted-ass ass. You hear me, dick? I'm a hot bitch angel named Panty. And no matter what anyone says, I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT!"

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"O pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, O evil spirit born of those drifting between heaven and earth, may the thunderous power from the garments of these holy, delicate maidens strike down upon you with great vengeance and furious anger, shattering your loathsome impurity and returning you from whence you came! '''Repent, motherfucker'''!"
|Skills='''Angelic Halo''' - Invoking a stunning transformation, Panty and Stocking are capable of donning their angelic halos and becoming a force to be reckoned with. Receiving superhuman boosts to strength, speed, agility, and endurance that only heighten further when they combine forces, they can also shrug off extreme physical effects - including enchantments and transformations already invoked by the magic of others - as a beneficial side effect of the process.

'''Backlace''' - Panty's firearm of choice, this iridescent blue handcannon is formed from her own panties. A spiritual weapon, it is unable to cause serious harm to humans despite being entirely lethal to ghosts. The greater an entity's demonic status, the less likely it is to simply explode on being drilled with a single, celestial round. In desperate situations, Panty can supplement and modify Backlace by using her sister's panties to create a second, identical gun; or even swipe the underwear of bystanders. The size and potency of such a weapon depends on the size of the owner's genitals and their relative prowess. Multiple renditions of Backlace can be combined to create progressively more ludicrous weapons, from assault rifles to cataclysmic bazookas.

'''Crack Shot''' - Whether it's Backlace or a regular, gross-smelling gun, Panty is capable of aiming with pinpoint precision under a staggering level of stress and confusion. Range is no object - if the bullet's capable of getting there, she can guide it, and is equally capable at the rapid fury of close quarters.

'''Martial Arts''' - In a manner of speaking! She's a brawler for sure, but despite her stature Panty packs a <s>hell</s> heaven of a punch, and fights like a rabid cat. Perfectly content to pull hair, gouge eyes or kick below the belt, after transforming beneath the auspice of her angelic halo she's a dangerous combatant by any standard. Put a pistol or two in her hand and watch her Gun Fu.

'''Pornomancer''' - She's really fucking good. Improbably good. Even covered in feces and chunks of eradicated ghost ectoplasm, she's all but irresistible to the opposite sex. Maybe she's born with it, maybe she's a fucking angel and you should start praying, bitch...

'''See Through''' - Panty and Stocking's Hummer and pretty-much-sidekick, See Through is pink, sexy, ultra-durable and insanely fast (approximate top speed: what've you got?). Though both girls are capable of pulling crazy stunts, Panty's daredevil maneuvers are particularly stomach-churning to behold - and she's not bad on a motorcycle, either! Vroom vroom, motherfucker!
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJzeC6vnurY&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=2 Steel Panther - Party All Day]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4zEuIjjEFE&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=3 Traci Lords - Fallen Angel]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZRzVIhBBQg&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=4 Teddy Loid - Fly Away (Now)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaSSMQVybzE&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=5 Katzenjammer - Land of Confusion]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpHK69PYZXw&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=6 Deadmau5 feat. Rob Swire - Ghosts 'n' Stuff]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrC5FT-6Xys&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=7 Edguy - Fucking With Fire (Hair Force One)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhHBwLy29nE&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=8 Garbage - What Girls Are Made Of]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yvpbm37OLiU&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=9 The Shamen - L.S.I. (Love Sex Intelligence)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8eb4zw5gfg&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=10 Girlschool - Race With The Devil]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8i5GYdGQK4&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=11 Bruce Dickinson - Shoot All The Clowns]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wB0ybI3cpRk&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=12 Rammstein - Stripped (Heavy Metal Mix)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7h2hhQCNUk&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=13 Kate Bush - Them Heavy People]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKqijKt1W9A&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=14 The Prodigy - Spitfire]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rqso9Pwl4k&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=15 Y&T - Don't Tell Me What To Wear]
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PXkCAiV0Ww&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=19 Halestorm - Apocalyptic]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gfIgA-PYyQ&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=20 The Stranglers - No More Heroes]
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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8mNv6CKXkU&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=22 Queens of the Stone Age - Leg Of Lamb]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yOCrXC8G3g&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=23 Republica - Ready To Go (U.S. Mix)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIXr2PQ430M&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=24 The Sugababes - Get Sexy (Hadouken! Remix)]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gDch1p4c_M&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=25 AC/DC - Shoot To Thrill]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyRTu1rm070&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=26 Guns N' Roses - Rocket Queen]
 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHBxJCq99jA&list=PLh8ymNtU9H6BT6xO07lQALmifxQrsyH7w&index=27 The Pretty Reckless - Heaven Knows]
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TWO PARAGRAPHS?! Shit! This is the last time I do anything for you, Stockin', I swear to holy fuck...

So uh, once upon a time there was this rockin' hot blonde called Panty. Everyone wanted her, except the girls who weren't dykes who I guess just wanted to be her or whatever. Even though she cut school and didn't really apply herself (see, Stockin', I'm that self-aware thing you're always tellin' me about!) she was totally rad and awesome, and that's probably why she got kicked out of heaven to go hunt Ghosts. Oh, and she had this weirdo goth-freak of a sister who really needs to watch her figure before her tits expand to swallow the Earth and fuck up this whole big thing we have goin' on. She's super into bondage, too. What's up with that? Girl needs her hole filled, pronto.

Any-fuckin'-way, these two totally badass angel sisters were basically the best thing to happen to this dive of a planet. Everyone loved Panty Anarchy, she kicked ass, took names, and even starred in TWO hit movies. It all would've been perfect if not for this fat black asshole of a boy-botherer named Garterbelt. Every morning, he'd wake the two beautiful sisters (I said she eats too much, I didn't say she wasn't hot) by screaming outta both sides of his face about 'blah blah sacred duty, blah blah Heaven coins'. So we went and kicked ass, I guess.

The end.

That's two paragraphs, right? I'm done, right? Why do I even fucking care? Smell you later, jerkoff, I've got a hot date with my sister and four stinky rubber wheels. Woohoooo!

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Kelly Maxwell

2020-01-21T19:57:12Z

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Poison Ivy

2020-01-05T19:01:06Z

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{{DCAMProfile|
|Image=PoisonIvy1.jpg
|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
|Desc=
|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasosn that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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{{Template:Logs-Twisted}}
|WarkerName=EasyGreen
|Warker=

{{wark|Wow, this place is a dump. Sorry you all live here.}}
{{wark|Don't @ me. No context, just don't.}}
{{wark2|Found some babies to settle in with. #Goals [[File:PoisonIvyWark1.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Why do I keep replacing this coffee table? #BestFriends #DontGrowOnTrees [[File:PoisonIvyWark3.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Found a great PSA about recycling, you owe it to yourselves to watch this!}}
{{wark2|[[File:PoisonIvyWark2.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Do you ever miss someone so much you could die?}}
{{wark|But also you know when you find them you're probably going to kill them?}}
{{wark2|[[File:PoisonIvyWark4.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Goddammit, where are you? I know you pay attention to this crap! #CallMe}}

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Poison Ivy

2020-01-05T19:00:11Z

Terrybgoode:

{{DCAMProfile|
|Image=PoisonIvy1.jpg
|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
|Desc=
|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasosn that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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File:PoisonIvy2.jpg
</gallery></center>
|MusicEmbed=
|Logs={{Template:Logs-Pre-U}}
{{Template:Logs-Twisted}}
|WarkerName=EasyGreen
|Warker=

{{wark|Wow, this place is a dump. Sorry you all live here.}}
{{wark|Don't @ me. No context, just don't.}}
{{wark2|Found some babies to settle in with. #Goals [[File:PoisonIvyWark1.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Why do I keep replacing this coffee table? #BestFriends #DontGrowOnTrees [[File:PoisonIvyWark3.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Found a great PSA about recycling, you owe it to yourselves to watch this!}}
{{wark2|[[File:PoisonIvyWark4.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Do you ever miss someone so much you could die?}}
{{wark|But also you know when you find them you're probably going to kill them?}}
{{wark2|[[File:PoisonIvyWark2.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Goddammit, where are you? I know you pay attention to this crap! #CallMe}}

|}}
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2020-01-05T18:59:37Z

Terrybgoode:

Poison Ivy

2020-01-05T18:55:10Z

Terrybgoode:

{{DCAMProfile|
|Image=PoisonIvy1.jpg
|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
|Desc=
|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasosn that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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{{wark2|Found some babies to settle in with. #Goals [[File:PoisonIvyWark1.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Why do I keep replacing this coffee table? #BestFriends #DontGrowOnTrees [[File:PoisonIvyWark3.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Found a great PSA about recycling, you owe it to yourselves to watch this!}}
{{wark|Do you ever miss someone so much you could die?}}
{{wark|But also you know when you find them you're probably going to kill them?}}
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{{wark|Goddammit, where are you? I know you pay attention to this crap! #CallMe}}

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Poison Ivy

2020-01-05T18:51:18Z

Terrybgoode:

{{DCAMProfile|
|Image=PoisonIvy1.jpg
|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
|Desc=
|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasosn that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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{{wark|Wow, this place is a dump. Sorry you all live here.}}
{{wark|Don't @ me. No context, just don't.}}
{{wark2|Found some babies to settle in with. #Goals [[File:PoisonIvyWark1.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark2|Why do I keep replacing this coffee table? #BestFriends #DontGrowOnTrees [[File:PoisonIvyWark3.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Found a great PSA about recycling, you owe it to yourselves to watch this!}}
{{wark|Do you ever miss someone so much you could die?}}
{{wark|But also you know when you find them you're probably going to kill them?}}
{{wark2|[[File:PoisonIvyWark2.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Goddammit, where are you? I know you pay attention to this crap! #CallMe}}

|}}
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2020-01-05T18:46:52Z

Terrybgoode:

Poison Ivy

2020-01-05T18:46:36Z

Terrybgoode:

{{DCAMProfile|
|Image=PoisonIvy1.jpg
|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
|Desc=
|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasosn that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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|MusicEmbed=
|Logs={{Template:Logs-Pre-U}}
{{Template:Logs-Twisted}}
|WarkerName=EasyGreen
|Warker=

{{wark|Wow, this place is a dump. Sorry you all live here.}}
{{wark|Don't @ me. No context, just don't.}}
{{wark2|Found some babies to settle in with. #Goals [[File:PoisonIvyWark1.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark2|Why do I keep replacing this coffee table? #BestFriends #DontGrowOnTrees [[File:PoisonIvyWark3.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Found a great PSA about recycling, you owe it to yourselves to watch this!}}
{{wark|Do you ever miss someone so much you could die?}}
{{wark|But also you know when you find them you're probably going to kill them?}}
{{wark2|[[File:PoisonIvyWark2.jpg|200px]]}}
{{wark|Goddammit, where are you? I know you pay attention to this stuff! #CallMe}}

|}}
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File:PoisonIvyWark2.jpg

2020-01-05T18:40:07Z

Terrybgoode:

Poison Ivy

2020-01-05T18:37:51Z

Terrybgoode:

{{DCAMProfile|
|Image=PoisonIvy1.jpg
|Name=Pamela Isley
|Codename=Poison Ivy
|Pronunciation=(red)
|Alias=Ivy
|Occupation=Eco-Terror-Feminist
|Series=Batman: The Animated Series
|Threat=Block Buster
|Alignment=Chaotic Neutral
|Gender=Very Female
|Species=Mutated Human
|Short=Green skin, red hair, graceful, stylish, sarcastic, and hates you. Also known as seductive, insane, and terrifying. Likes sunlight, plenty of water, and walks in the park.

Not available for parties.
|Age=30
|Birthdate= April 19th
|Height=5'8" (172cm)
|Weight=115lbs (52kg)
|Desc=
|Tier=Tier 2
|Flaws=Beneath the cool-and-green-as-a-cucumber surface she's (quite literally) cultivated, Poison Ivy is nothing but a bundle of arguable flaws. Fiercely intelligent, she also had the kind of upbringing that lends itself equally to insecurity and ego, and the events of her life since have created a paranoid, distrustful woman for the most part. Her horrendous racism against human beings is a problem anywhere she goes, leading her to either risk attracting the ire of bigger fish - should she act out on her deepest desire to just eradicate the species - or consign her to acting the detached, sarcastic outsider. As a result, there's just not many people who'd risk anything for Ivy, and she is often left to fend for herself. Though strong in her own right, she mostly despises direct physical violence, her disgust at her own vestigial humanity manifesting in what can be seen as a hypocritical tendency to fight her battles using anything but her own body. A mess of neuroses, she's in control only because she maintains it - and it's a constant effort.

Should she lose control, Ivy is angry to the point of recklessness, her ambition exceeding - all too often - even the mysterious limits of her powers. If she can be baited into a direct fight, unable to scheme or prepare plant-based surprises, she's certainly not a match for many of her peers, or the people forming opposition to super-powered eco-terrorists. In this way her post-Harleen empowerment has become a crutch she relies upon to remain stable and grounded. Which highlights perhaps her greatest weakness, in Harley Quinn. Never was there a love more pure, a friendship more devout than that Ivy maintains with Joker's liberated henchwoman. Though she prefers to remain distant from the affairs of others, news of Harley in trouble will drag Ivy to the bubbly blonde's side with no more query than an arched brow and a cynical comment. The woman who takes few risks will risk everything.

It's plants, however, that are Ivy's biggest weakness. She cares more for them than she does herself, or anybody, with the sole and gut-wrenching exception of Quinn. But they're everywhere, and easy for anybody to harm. The fastest route to turning calm, calculated Ivy into a bugfuck-insane super-bitch is to not keep off the grass. She lives her life in a perpetual state of annoyance, suppressing an infinite rage at humanity's disregard for their planet. It's not particularly hard to pick at that seam. 
|Background=There's two truths in this world: people suck, and people need plants. They need them to breathe. Breathing is important.

Why, then, do they insist on destroying their own, awful lives by taking others with them? Selfish, murderous, greedy, and unkind, even from a young age Pamela Isley had a low opinion of her fellow man. It's a bleak miracle, to her, that anyone makes it through their childhood without feeling the same way. Watching others through the lens of innocence, a child sees only people that care for it - and people who don't. Those that do care about nothing else. Their worldview is insular. One might deign to call them merely ignorant, but ignorance is no excuse for the pain and destruction they wreak in the name of living another day on this damaged Earth.

Breathing... is not that important. But we digress.

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Pamela's path was never going to be a difficult one to find or maintain. Her parents provided more than adequately, in material terms, but were emotionally-unavailable to the point - some might say - of being abusive by default. Ultimately emerging grateful for their callous behavior, the bitter redhead went on to study for a degree in advanced botanical chemistry at Seattle University. For all her burgeoning misanthropy, Isley was a gifted pupil, and was selected by her professors to partake in experiments that necessitated the injection of samples into a living subject. With science foremost in her mind, she allowed the experiments to proceed.

After-effects were swift, and painful. Teetering on the lip of death, young Pamela began a transformation, her complexion paling and then turning great, toxins erupting through her bloodstream and bubbling past her lips. The effect on her mind was worse still, driving her to insanity. Abandoned by her treachorous professor, she was hospitalized for six months, emerging physically stable but under the thrall of violent mood swings. She disappeared overnight, leaving a dead boyfriend behind her...

Enter, Poison Ivy.

No longer feeling any sentiment toward humanity but hatred and rage, a criminal career began that needs not be expanded upon; because humans are lazy, greedy creatures, and nobody wants to read a recounting of far too many comics, cartoons, and video games. Suffice to say, like any warm body that relocates to Gotham City and takes up a life of crime, Ivy suffered the inevitable setback of incarceration in Arkham at the hands of the goddamn Batman. An established eco-terrorist with blood all over her thorns, Ivy was treated as an especially dangerous patient from the first innings, locked away from sunlight and contact with the people she loathed. Thank Gaia for small mercies, in the case of the latter... but with her altered biochemistry, suffering without the sun only drove the green-skinned woman deeper into madness.

Her shining beacon proved to be eager psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel, who - before her own seams cracked - bestowed simple kindnesses on the former Miss Isley that broke through the dense foliage of her bitterness. Dr. Quinzel's therapies, and humanities, caused a slow shift in Ivy. Her fury dimmed, boiling away beneath the surface but ceasing to erupt with the regularity it once did, and with clearer thoughts came better decisions. A little meditation, a little yoga, some deep breaths...

And Ivy broke out of Arkham, resuming her career with more subtlety and less (intentional) murder. Meanwhile, not far removed from Ivy's epiphany, Harleen Quinzel had been seduced by the Joker into becoming Harley Quinn, undergoing her own chemical burns and personal transformation into a much less acceptable human. On the occasion their paths crossed within the criminal underworld, or the frantic and all too public overworld, the bond between them persisted. From Ivy's perspective, Harley was the same pure-hearted creature who'd helped her - saved her, to be terribly melodramatic about it. And the less said about the Joker, the better. Satisfied with using men for her own means, Ivy's feelings about other humans generally remained the same as they'd always been; albeit with the wisdom of experience, and damn good therapy, she could hold herself back from being their Earthly judgement. None of which bade well for her opinion of Harley's 'Puddin'. Over the years, she's tried again and again to keep her one friend away from her own obsession with a very shitty man...

That fight is still ongoing. Like the fight to save the planet, it never ends. Ivy's not done with a life of crime, and she's far from done with her errant bestie - whose current insistence that she's breaking free from Joker's shadow seems to be holding, for now. Mostly satisfied of her own volition to make her money more safely, with elaborated schemes and clever financing, and spend downtime caring for her plants, it's ultimately her devout care for Harley that's liable to drag her back into chaos. It's a life debt, based on a sincere love that the mad clownette doesn't share with anybody else. She's BETTER than anybody else, after all. Perhaps even Ivy herself, whose genuine concern has not prevented her from staying home and making her nettles tea while she instead dispatches a plant-based simulacrum to track down and help the wildly-marauding Harls.

She accepts there'll be more trouble to come, with Harley, and alongside her own quest to bring humanity to its respectful knees in reverence for Mother Nature. But, baby steps.

The woman who exists now is a calmer, more centred Poison Ivy. A renaissance villainess, who's honestly done with ALL your bullshit, but knows you can't help it.

Just don't step on the daisies. You... do like breathing, right?
|Skills=Natural Pheromones - Ivy's body naturally secretes powerful pheromones capable of overwhelming the affected with a form of mind control, or knocking them unconscious. Best communicated through sharing her saliva, she can administer these powers with a kiss, but also specializes in using her scientific background to blend her own secretions into potent toxins, including truth serums and deadly love potions that eventually mutate her victims into nightmarish human-plant hybrids. For incredibly scientific reasosn that are nothing to do with titillating teenage boys, Ivy's saliva remains a critical catalyst for activating these serums, though other delivery methods are possible with sufficient preparation.

Plant Control - The reason Ivy is a heavy-hitter. Simplistically, she is able to exert telepathic control over plants, causing them to change their shape and scale, grow at a rapid rate, or assault her chosen targets. This represents not just a 'brute force' supernatural ability, but a deep affinity and mutual affection for anything that photosynthesizes. Her babies WANT to help her, and will serve also as the conduit for communication over long distances. The theoretical limit on these abilities seems as dependent on Ivy's mental state as anything - if sufficiently aroused and within a short distance of literally any plant, she can connect via root systems and shared soil to uproot a forest on her quest for vengeance. Close work with Swamp Thing has revealed she shares the same connection to the pseudo-mythic Green that he does, but on the average day she's restricted to such minor and unremarkable feats as summoning vast, thorny tentacles to bind entire buildings, save her allies, and entangle and even kill opponents. There's only so much even the likes of Batman can do against a sentient forest guided by a highly-intelligent, vengeful psychotic.

Post-Human Strength - In a world of superheroes, Ivy's pure physical acumen is nothing to write home about. However, her hybridity bestows on her a resilience and natural athleticism far in advance of a normal human. This at least allows to survive against greater threats, and makes her all the more terrifying to mere civilians. However, in contrast to her favorite partner-in-crime, she prefers to avoid full contact sports, opting to use her wits and plants to fight battles wherever possible.

Toxic Resistance - You can't fight fire with fire. Even before becoming Poison Ivy, Isley was a genius botanist and biochemist who could likely synthesize antidotes with ease, but in her altered state she's outright immune to natural toxins. Many of the nastier tricks and improvised weapons that work on others simply don't work on her. Hybrid toxins and anything produced in a lab without any elements of naturally-occurring plant life will prove exceptional, and provide an alternative approach for chemical warfare specialists.
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Tank Girl

2020-01-05T05:29:15Z

Terrybgoode:

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|Name=Rebecca <s>Buck</s> Fuck
|Series=Tank Girl
|Threat=Block Buster
|Class=None whatsoever!
|Alignment=Chaotic Chaotic
|Gender=Female
|Species=Human
|Age=23
|Birthdate=August 4th
|Height=As a kite!
|Weight=66125lbs (29994kg)
|Short=A former mercenary in the employ of the Australian military, Tank Girl is a bounty hunter, fugitive, and party animal ''par excellence''. With an illustrious gift for violence, she's carved her way through the unlikely an<s>n</s>als of history and now arrives in Twisted City with a bad attitude and a worse hangover. She's not the worst person ever, but there have been a few who'd beg to differ... and she's more inclined to have a good time than an opinion.
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|Skills=Ultra-Violence - Rebecca has a quite marvellous gift for all things violent. Though she seems to have no actual training, per se, she's certainly had a lot of practice - and a sane person might imagine there's something else going on underneath the hood! A horny person wouldn't wonder, and would just check. She can remove heads with a well-placed jackboot, punch, stab, and headbutt her way through just about any solid object, and fashion all manner of highly-destructive weaponry from the environment. The less it makes sense, and the more unnecessary it is, the more likely she is to be able to do it; to call her 'chaotic' would be to miss the point entirely. She IS chaos, and it's probably best to stay clear of her if you've got a weak stomach. At best, she'll puke on you.

Weapons Aptitude - Yes. All of them. Don't ask why. Really. She'll have to kill you.

Tanks - Not just able to pilot this particular vehicle, TG also apparently shares some elements of her biology with it. Their kinship is a burning flame, their forbidden love resonating throughout the ages... what we're trying to say is, she's really bloody good when it comes to tanks. And unlike most soldiers, she's not compensating for anything.

Durability - There's a reason Tank Girl hasn't been buried in a tank-shaped coffin and dropped in the ocean. She's very, very hard to cause any actual damage to. Though constantly in situations that should leave her mangled, she just seems to keep on ticking - finding just the right bit of leverage, a weapon perfectly suiting the situation, or simply barrelling through on sheer stubbornness and blind luck. Perhaps it's the booze or the smokes that do it, but every time Rebecca ought to snuff it she comes back with a cocksure smirk and a hunger to get drunk, laid, or both.

Brain the Size of a Planet - It's approximately the size of Pluto.
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==Background==
A popular legend amongst the aboriginals of the Australian Outback tells of an avenging angel named Tanicha - the Spirit of Life and Youth and Wisdom. When the white man came to enslave the indigenous population, he was haunted and brutally-slaughtered by Tanicha, who capped off her violent retribution by giving birth to her new avatar from the stomach of their overweight leader.

This avatar may just be Rebecca Buck. Or it could be a load of skanky horse diarrhoea.

The woman later to be known as 'Tank Girl' certainly remembers a few things about her childhood, like her collection of novelty pencil sharpeners later enshrined for eternity in the National Museum of Modern Pencil Sharpeners, Sydney. Her first words were "cauliflower" and "penis", in that order. For her fifteenth birthday she received, from her mother, a sentient stuffed koala called Camp Koala (R.I.P.) and was taken to a fortune teller where she was told her name means 'The Rule Breaker' and she would break all the established laws of life. This makes an unhealthy amount of sense.

In any case, she certainly 'grew up' in Australia, getting to know later co-conspirators Jet Girl and Sub Girl as a teenager. For no particular reason she fails to remember the two girls' actual names, though she only picked up her own moniker when she was given her trademark heavy assault vehicle.

[[File:tankgirl_a.png]] "Well. That escalated quickly."

As a mercenary in the employ of the Aussie military, Rebecca was tasked with committing violent acts in the name of the Man. Despite this dream gig, she worked on the side as a bounty hunter apprehending often less-violent criminals and occasionally having wild sex with them. Tragedy came (hard) when she murdered a high-ranking officer and failed to deliver an urgent supply of colostomy bags to Australia's incontinent head of state, President Hogan. This caused a national outcry, and Tank Girl was branded an outlaw - and bestowed with a multi-million dollar bounty. Woe betode (?!) those who tried to claim it, and she'd off numerous fortune hunters as she sleazed her way through the Outback. She also managed to witness the Second Coming of Christ, which was nice.

After devastating her former superior officer Sergeant Small Unit's Nightmare Squad (thanks to her developing gigantic breasts at just the right moment), Tank Girl went on to meet 'love of her life' (she's probably forgotten him already) and 'mutant kangaroo' (wait, that part's real!) Booga and shag his bonce off before accidentally procuring God's Dressing Gown. After fashioning it into a makeshift boob-tube to cover her (lack of) shame, Rebecca was accosted by none other than Satan himself. After shooting the dissenting angel on her right shoulder, she donated the holy relic to the fallen angel in return for three wishes. Making these was one of the hardest things she's ever done, which means it took approximately 0.2 seconds of thought for each spectacular wish.

Wish 1: An appearance as a guest on the Dame Edna Show.
 Wish 2: That God's Dressing Gown turn anyone who wears it into a right Jimmy Saville.
 Wish 3: A shitload of lager.

With the Devil now running charity marathons, Tank Girl proceeded to get absolutely and completely trashed. Which is approximately when things started to go downhill. The following things occurred, probably in this order though she was QUITE drunk and can't be sure:

- TG accrues a small fortune coaching her marsupial boyfriend to lose at boxing.
 - Camp Koala is slaughtered in untimely fashion during a freak baseball accident.
 - An evil corporation replaces all the lager in Australia with Spunk.
 - Earth is destroyed by a meteor.
 - TG gives birth to a baby tank after a one night stand with... well, her tank, obviously.
 - Some asshole makes a horrible biopic all about her life and times.
 - Homer writes 'The Odyssey', in which Tank Girl travels the ancient kingdom in order to return home, and save her beautiful wife from a bevy of unsuitable suitors.

...or did that last one really happen? Screw this writing nonsense. It's beer time. Nothing can ever go wrong with beer! It's not as though our heroine is going to get Abo-girl trashed and wake up in a crashed tank in a strange dimension without any clothes on...

[[File:tankgirl_b.jpg]] "Oh... oh, FUCK..."

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