Blythe Beckenridge

[attr="class","apptop"]name: [attr="class","appanswer"] Blythe Ivanna Beckenridge [attr="class","apptop"]age: [attr="class","appanswer"] 22 [attr="class","apptop"]birthday: [attr="class","appanswer"] July 15 [attr="class","apptop"]sexuality: [attr="class","appanswer"] pansexual [attr="class","apptop"]realm: [attr="class","appanswer"] green [attr="class","apptop"]power: [attr="class","appanswer"] plant manipulation [attr="class","apptop"]play by: [attr="class","appanswer"] Susan Coffey [attr="class","apptop"]roleplayer: [attr="class","appanswer"] Jenna

[PTabbedContent] [PTab=POWER] [attr="class","appcon"]Abilities: Plant manipulation, poisonous [attr="class","appcon"]Explanation of Power: Active Power: She feels like she is one with the plant life and has a deep connection with them. Though she can't talk to them or hear them talk, she can coax them to grow a little faster, to act a little strangely. She makes simple blades of grass into curling vines or sharp needles. When she's angry, the plants seem to feel it as well and become sharper, harder, more focused on the person or thing that's upsetting her. She has been known to strangle people with vines that have unnaturally grown out of simple house plants. The speed of her power really depends on how emotional she is. She can throw a punch with a vine that will crack a rock open, but she needs to recover for a moment. Or the opposite, she can bring a million tiny flowers out to play with very little effort if their seeds are already in the ground or they're dormant. Her power is greatly dulled in the winter. It takes a lot more of her limited energy to make things happen. Passive/ Physiology: Her power has had some strange effects on her. She is distinctly green for one. She has the eating habits of a plant; gets her nutrients from the sun and the rain as most plant do. When she was a kid she used to eat dirt and mud, but she's since learned that doing that is really weird. In the spring and summer and most of fall, sunlight and water is enough for her. But in the winter months, she is usually drained and tired. Raw meat in small bits is ok for her to eat as well. She drinks water a lot and coffee on occasion. There's also the matter of manipulating spores in plants. That's where her poison comes from. She has very little control over this part of her power, so it shows itself at awkward times. Sometimes people just feel itchy, others start throwing up on the spot. Recently she has learned to control it to an extent by focusing on a non poisonous plant, which instead turns her poison into a sweet tasting nectar. Basically, she is a plant/ human hybrid. Eating sort of normal human food in the winter makes up for the lack of sunlight. But if she can avoid it, she does. She has the normal organs of a human and the photosynthesis ability of plants. The main reason why this works is because of her Ubiety. Were she to get pregnant, the baby would most likely die at birth or very soon after being separated from her unless the same type of Ubiety manifests into it as well. [attr="class","appcon"]Ubeity: [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=APPEARANCE] [attr="class","appcon"]Height: 5' 7" [attr="class","appcon"]Hair Color: Red [attr="class","appcon"]Eye color: Bright Green [attr="class","appcon"]Play By: Susan Coffey [attr="class","appcon"]General Appearance: The first thing people tend to notice is the bright green skin. Next, if they're not looking at her chest, her piercing green eyes usually come next. More often than not, they're squinted into a glare or a fiery seductiveness. She is tall and curvaceous with wild red hair. It does what it wants most of the time. During the day, she sleeps on roof tops, getting as much sun as she can and dressed in flowing, short dresses. During the night, she works at a strip club, playing a sort of dominatrix role for customers of that persuasion. So she's clad in black leather and tall stilettos despite hating tight clothing or shoes of any kind. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=PERSONALITY] [attr="class","appcon"]Likes: The sun, "L", compliments, running in the rain, her worshippers. [attr="class","appcon"]Dislikes: Clothes, apologizing, being on the bottom, fire, heights [attr="class","appcon"]General Personality: Blythe can be described most accurately as a hippie. She loves being outside and if she must wear clothing, she wears the least amount legally possible. It's only partly because she likes dressing provocatively, but mostly because she feels constricted in them and suffocated. Which is why she is not excited for the uniforms. The way she dresses is often misconstrued as slutty or asking for it and it might sometimes make her come across as a bitch with her aloof nature. She tends to gravitate toward people who spend a lot of time outside. She's always been embarrassed of her skin tone, so anyone who looks at her strangely or makes fun of her might make her cry or beat them up. It doesn't take very much for her to permanently put someone on the list of people she doesn't like. Her temper can get very violent. If she feels threatened or annoyed, she won't hesitate to lash out and speak her mind--no matter how insulting her thoughts are. Her power gets stronger when she feels strong emotions, moreso when she's angry. In instances when she'd blind with rage, there's no stopping her until she calms down. She has an extreme distrust of men, unless they're gay because of past events. She had been raped once and another person tried once more, so she distrusts all of them for what a few have done. She has almost no interest in relationships because of it. That doesn't mean she has no interest in sex. She's curious, but also afraid because of the unpredictability of the toxicity of her spit. How do you kiss someone knowing they may or may not die, or get paralyzed, or break out in hives, or have their throat swell up. It's why she can never really form any lasting relationships... or relationships in the first place. Ironically, that's what her job consists of now--men. But it's more using them to get what she wants, so that's alright. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][PTab=HISTORY] [attr="class","appcon"]Family: All deceased. [attr="class","appcon"]History: She was born green. That was the first sign that something was wrong. She wouldn't eat. She would cry and cry until they brought her outside. She was born in San Diego County where it is sunny almost every day and has warm weather all the time. Hardly anyone knew the Beckenridges had a daughter because of the embarrassment it would bring them. They home schooled her and as her powers developed it became a little harder to trust the private tutors they hired. When Blythe was 12, she unconsciously activated a pheromone spore from the plant in the living room which set something off in her tutor. He raped her in the middle of the living room and she blames herself for it. Then again when she was 14 and at the end of middle school, it happened again and her next tutor tried to over power her. This time, her powers had developed a little more strength and some manipulated vines came to her rescue. She may have over done it though, as the old man hung by his neck from the top of the building the ivy had crawled from. Then her parents did some research and sent her away to the Phoenix Academy, hoping she would learn to control her powers more. They were close to disowning her after that, just agreeing to pay her tuition until she graduated and then she was not welcome back into their home. They didn't need to be connected with a murderer since they were both very respected lawyers. Blythe found a bit of sanctuary at the Phoenix Academy. She is still wary of everyone and hates that it gets cold around here. She appears like she's sick all winter and gets really pale and gets even more irritable. She takes on qualities of an evergreen to get her through. But, as distrusting and hateful as she can be, she'd managed to find a few friends among her ever growing list of enemies. She even managed to fall in love. But as soon as The End happened, all of that became irrelevant. Nearly everyone she knew and loved was gone. She had to start over, find some kind of strength to live. But this is what she wanted, wasn't it? No more rules. No more laws. She could do whatever she wanted, go wherever she pleased. Be alone. But all of that seemed empty now. All those years of pushing people away felt wasted. So she wandered, her spunk drained out of her, until she met a strange person. He offered her something bright when everything was gray. "Just try it, you'll feel better, I promise." It was the first time she'd tried any drugs since high school. 'L' he called it. She was wary, but injected it into her veins. Her arm glowed for a split second and she felt... ok. She felt light. She felt excited for hours afterwards. But it left her hungry for more. She felt weak whens he didn't have it. And so she needed more, but needed to work for it. "A stripper? Fuck you." But if that was the only way.... And so she landed herself a job. Her body, for drugs. Not the most glamorous job, but it kept the dark circles under her eyes at bay and was the only happiness she'd had in a while. They call her Poisyn now, and she does quite a bit more than stripping. [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}] [PTab=ROLEPLAY] She wore a white dress. Dresses were the closest thing she could get to being comfortable. It didn't stick to her, but she distinctly felt the fabric on her back. She sat back and ignored the stares that people were giving her. Did she really have to go through with this? Couldn't they just tell from looking at her that she was a freak? Finally her name was called and she walked up on stage. She glared at the students below, almost daring someone to laugh at her. Go on, I'll gladly demonstrate my power on whoever cracks a smile first. There. And in the front row no less. She set her jaw and made a motion with her hand. There was a rumble in the floor and a root from a tree outside cracked the tile, shooting up to encircle her no longer smiling victim. Not so funny now, is it? There was a protest from the teachers. "Put the boy down. Now." Blythe acknowledged them and dropped him. He crashed into the chairs below while the root slithered back into the ground. Blythe blew him a kiss. He'd do well to remember her. She twirled around and sauntered off the stage, leaving the gaping hole in the floor where it was. That was annoying. They gave her a green ribbon. Gee, you think? Lovely, it matches my skin. She accepted it with little resistance and moved on. She was in. Was that any surprise? [/PTab={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}][/PTabbedContent={max-height:200px;min-height:200px;}]