Radium

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Plot

To make sure there was no chance of the villains of Gotham reproducing the Arkham Asylum doctors tied everyone’s tubes, but not before they took a little sample from all of them. They kept the samples locked up tight. But a few years later the Government of Gotham decided to play God. The Gotham Government conducted experiments by impregnating everyday women with villainous seed and using Average Joes to fertilize the villainous eggs. The children of these experiments weren’t supposed to know about their other parents, but for some reason or another their average parent broke down and spilled all they knew about where the other half of the child’s chromosomes came from. Of course there were some hints to what villainous parent the child could have. After all, when you’re thirteen and you can grow a prize winning garden with little effort who else could be your mother but Poison Ivy? How about that kid that can easily guess your fears? That kid has to have Scarecrow for a father.

Just because Poison Ivy’s child is good with plants and Scarecrow’s kid can guess fears doesn’t mean they have super powers. Each kid has certain attributes that can be traced back to their Arkham parent, but they don’t have super powers. Let me state this again for those of you that don’t pay attention, the children do not have super powers. Catwoman’s kid wasn’t born in a cat suit and didn’t just start robbing stores as soon as it came from the womb. Clayface’s kid couldn’t morph and stretch since day one. No, no, no. The children merely have certain abilities.

Now you may be wondering where Batman, Batgirl, Robin, and Catwoman fit into all of this, I’ll explain. Batman, Batgirl, and Robin are certainly not villains and they didn’t really have super powers, so why would anyone use their materials to experiment? No one would. In this case it was merely a one night stand type of deal. Bruce Wayne was a playboy, and so he had a few illegitimate kids along the way. Robin and Batgirl? Well in their rebellious days they did their own experimenting and guess what? They happened to have some kiddies. Of course Batgirl knew about her kids, but she met an unfortunate fate and so her kids went to their father, or fathers. Now Catwoman didn’t belong in Arkham, she wasn’t loony and she didn’t really kill people; she was just greedy. Well she found a man, had a kid, and died. The father of the kid kept it in memory of the woman that stole his heart.

Get it?
Stole his heart.
She's a thief.

So, all the other males that helped in producing kids have no idea that they have little spawn out there.
The female villains? They don’t know about their kids either. You see, they took the eggs of the female villains and put them inside the wives of the Average Joes, the kiddies grew in these women and there you go. Insta Kid.

But how do these kids feel now that they are in high school with other kids like them, and kids that aren’t? Do they commit villainous acts and follow in their parent’s footsteps? Or do they go the complete opposite way of their mommies and daddies? Maybe they don’t do anything at all and merely try to blend in with all the other average kids around them. Or perhaps they form a club and wreck havoc on the high school they attend.

Now, we’re running into some issues. The Joker has decided to take revenge on the old Arkham Asylum, now Arkham High. What will happen when the kids see him? Will they fawn over him? Take him down? Or perhaps his kid will reveal who she is and the other kids will follow suit?

You have the keyboards, so you get to decide.

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Rules

1_You Want ‘Em, We Got ‘Em_]
As the title says, rules are to be followed at all times. That means always. Go against them, you will get a warning. Go against them continuously, you will regret it. We can change the rules and add more at any time.

2_Literacy._]
This is a Literate role-play. Literate means different things to different people. In some role-plays it means two paragraphs, in others it means five. In our role-play it means three paragraphs at the least, of course we expect more than three, but we do understand writer’s block. So if you’re having a bad day we’d like two paragraphs, we might even settle for one. Then again if you can only produce one, or two paragraphs, please do not ask to join. Now, let's say you type three paragraphs, but each paragraph is only three sentences. Unfortunately that won't do. As we all have been taught in school a paragraph should have five to six sentences. We expect great grammar. We know that everyone isn’t prefect, we all make mistakes, but that’s what spell check is for. Use it.

3_Commitment._]
If you are going to join then post more than once. If you post once and there are no more posts from you then you will no longer be in this role-play. We want this role-play to go somewhere, we have big plans for it, but we cannot reach our goals if we have uncommitted role-players. So please only join if you are committed.

4_Follow the Gaian ToS._]
This is pretty self-explanatory. Be good, don't go against Gaia ToS, or you'll be kicked out of the role-play. Some may wonder if we allow cussing; it's fine in moderation. we would prefer you not cuss every sentence.

5_Respect._]
Be respectful to everyone and keep all fights in-character. If any of the fights are taken to the OoC board, or if any of the fights become personal the fighters will be dealt with how we see fit.

6_Romance._]
It is encouraged, even expected. Just keep it PG-15, we don't want to hear about your characters getting freaky; just skip over it.

7_Joining._]
Joining is easy, if you pay attention. Perhaps you have noticed the large space between the third and fourth paragraph? Well you may want to highlight that area. Take the third sentence and use that for the title of the PM that has your profiles; send your profiles to Rajah Fujisaku. Now, if you want to reserve a spot, maybe you think someone is going to take the spot of The Joker's kid, but you really want that spot, then simply send a PM to -H a n e K a m i-. For the title of that PM use the second line of the spot I told you to highlight. Also, you will be required to send in some roleplay samples, in link form. When you've been accepted we'd like it if you could give us a little quote from your character(s), but only from the ones that have special parents. Okay? We just want something simple, about a small paragraph that states what your kid's abilities are; just to be used as a reference.

8_Original Characters._]
All the characters are going to be original characters; no one will be playing any of the villains or heroes. But I have one request when submitting an OC, be realistic. I understand that this isn't a very realistic role-play, but I don't want some kid getting abandoned and living on his own when he's only five. No five year old can live on its own. Sorry. Also, for pictures we'd like anime pictures. Okay?

9_Posting._]
We'd like your posts to look pretty. Use pictures, icons, colors. We don't want to see a block of colorless text without any pictures, or decorations. It isn't too hard and if you need help, then just PM one of us and we'll be sure to give you a hand.
As for the posting size, use 9-11 as the size. no bigger, no smaller. And we would prefer no super bright colors.

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○This is an original -H a n e K a m i- , Rajah Fujisaku , and ~(ScotcherS(~ production.

○Please, no stealing.

○ OoC Thread XXXXXX ○ Profile Thread

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Classes/Electives/Clubs/Teams

More after school activites will be added. Do you have any suggestions? Then just message me and we'll be sure to add it to the list.



○Mandatory Classes
Math [Algebra I - Algebra II - Geometry - Calculus]
English [Writing/Grammar - Oral Comm]
History [Geology - World History - Civics]
Science [Biology - Chemistry - Wildlife Biology - Life Science]
Physical Education [Team Sports - Weight Lifting - Indiviual Sports]

○Electives
Drama/Theatre
Visual Arts
Music/Chorus
Home Economics


○After School Activities
Speech Team
Art Club
Drama Club
Study Club/Tutoring
Student Council
Gardening Club

○Other
Principal
Assistant Principal
Counselor

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Pinklist
○ Rajah Fujisaku for being awesome.
○ ~(ScotcherS(~ for being spiffy.
○ -H a n e K a m i- for being odd.

Bluelist
○ No one.

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My Little Cheat Sheet

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It's easier;
◥ Pen, Penny, Plant Girl
But you should know these too;
◥ Peony Rae Stilwell
If you cut me open I'd have this many rings;
◥ 17
This day is special;
◥ October 17th
I'm a;
◥ Female
It sucks;
◥ Student && Gardening Club && Drama Club

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I've grown;
◥ 5'7"
I look fabulous;
◥ 125
My eyes are amazing;
◥ Emerald Green
So is my hair;
◥ Auburn, with green streaks in a few strands.
Aren't these nifty;
◥ Peony has a small scar on the inside of her right thigh. She had been hopping fences and got cut.
These make me frown;
◥ People that litter, droughts, tornados, floods, and feet.
And these make me smile;
◥ Gardening, plants, rain, thunderstorms, recycling, and the colors green & pink.

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This is where it all began;
◥ I've never done this before, sat down and told someone about my life, but it's worth a try. Okay, I had a pretty good family; though it had always been just my Father, me, and Linda. Linda is supposedly my mother, though we look nothing a like. When I was little I always used to wonder about that. How come I didn't look like my Mother? Kids used to tease me all the time, saying I was dropped off by the mailman, and that I didn't really have parents. They always told me no one could ever love a kid like me; usually it was the boys. The boys seemed to hate me 'cause I didn't take any of their crap. If they made me angry I threw mud balls at them. I really never could stand some guys; they could be such pigs.

Anyway, back to my parent situation. I found out, at a pretty young age who my real mother was. Obviously it wasn't Linda. My mom was Mother Nature, or as she is more commonly known, Poison Ivy. Yep. The lovely lady with flowing red hair, she could control plants and men. Sure controlling men wasn't her power, but they gave her one look, then they were hers. Unfortunately I look very little like my actual Mother and I didn't seem to have her control of plants. I also didn't have her drop dead gorgeous looks, or her vibrant hair. Although I do have some nice assets, I don't have the looks my Mother is famous for. But enough about that.

I was raised with morals and was taught to always do the right thing, no matter what. That was all fine and dandy with me, when I was little, but when you get older things change. Around the age of thirteen, two things happened that have made me who I am. I stole and I made a sprout grow in just minutes. I could leave it at that, but since you want to know about me, I might as well explain what happened. I was in junior high around this time and all the other girls were always bragging about their boyfriends. Well, it turns out boys can hold a grudge for a long time, and once you throw a mud ball at them they forever see you as evil. So far no boy had shown much interest in me, it wasn't cool to like Peony. That led me to a vulnerable state, which one boy took advantage of.

This boy was cute, way cute, and he talked to me. He didn't bother much with the other girls, no, he only bothered with me. I felt pretty cocky, to have such a cute boy wanting to spend time with me. Well, I felt cocky for a little bit, and then I started to see that the boy wasn't all there. He got some sort of thrill out of being bad. He told about all the times he stole from stores and about how easy it was. The way he talked about stealing made me uneasy, but he said if I went with him just one time then we could be closer; we'd have a secret that would bound us together. I foolishly agreed. He was nice to me and all he'd ever asked of me was this one thing. I'd just take something small, like a fake flower, and be on my way. No one would get hurt; at least that's what I told myself. I was wrong.

The boy and I went to the store, we walked around for a bit and then he left me on my own. I went straight for the fake flowers, just like I had planned. I grabbed the flower and stuffed in the pocket of the jeans I had been wearing. We met up at the front door, the boy with his stolen item and me with mine. Then we ran, and ran, and ran. We were cutting through yards, hopping fences, laughing at the luck we had. We hadn't been caught! Once we were far enough away, and I was half way over a fence the boy asked what I had taken. My reply was simple and honest, a fake flower; just the top, not the stem. The boy looked furious. We went through all that and I had only taken a fake flower? With a frown he gave me a hard push and I was on the ground with my leg feeling like it was on fire. It turns out that the top of some chain link fences are a bit sharp, I was able to realize that when I looked down at my leg and I saw blood. The push had enough force to help the fence cut me.

So, there I was on the ground, bleeding, and about to cry my eyes out. Sure the cut may not have been huge, but it still hurt. Take the hurt of the cut, added to the hurt from the fall, and the hurt of being betrayed and you get one sad pre-teen. But instead of crying I noticed something in front of me. It was just a sprout, but it was suddenly growing into a flower. No, not a flower, a weed. I didn't know the name of it, but somehow I knew exactly what to do with it and whether or not it was a flower. I pulled the plant out, balled my fist, and set to work on crushing the weed. Once it was no longer recognizable as a plant I smeared the plant onto my cut. Slowly the bleeding stopped. From that day on I knew that I did actually have some power over plants. Sure I couldn't make them spontaneously grow, but I could make them grow at a faster rate. And I knew all there was to know about plants, though not all of the knowledge came naturally, I did have to study some.

Now, what could I do with these abilities of mine? I could grow prize winning gardens for competition, which I did do. Or I could grow some not so legal plants, which I also did. Well, it wasn't that I did the drugs; no I value my body, so instead I sold them. After all I could always use a few extra bucks. So, I guess I'm like Poison Ivy after all, I'm not a goody goody and I don't trust guys. But it's not like I'll go on some sort of crime spree, I mean I can be decent.
I'm kind of like this;
◥ Let's see. I'm kind, happy, and considerate, when I want to be. I don't put on a facade for anybody. If I'm pissed, you'll know it. If I'm having a great day, you'll be able to tell. I like to keep my emotions out there for all to look at. Just because I'm open with my feelings, doesn't mean I'm open with everything else. I keep my legs closed, thank you very much. I pride myself on my ability to 'stay pure' as my Father likes to call it. I also don't talk a lot, or too much. I won't just talk to anybody, or start a conversation, oh no. You want to chat with me, then you start the conversation. And I don't let all my secrets out either; those can stay with me, where they belong.

So, to put it simply, it's easy to read my emotions, but not so easy to read me. My secrets and my thoughts are usually reserved for me and me alone. I feel that guys aren't trustworthy so I give them a harder time. I don't really date, probably because I can be a bit anti-social. I'm not easy, because I do have morals. If I want to I could break those morals, so don't think I'm some little angel. And I could probably break you too. You see, I'm like the flower I was named after. A peony flower is beautiful and fragile, but if move it from where it was planted it won't grow for another six years; mess with me and you'll regret it. So, I guess that's it; you officially know more about than my own parents and Linda.

They know what to do;
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She'll cut you down with a single thrust. She's taking over too quickly.
No medication can cure the lust. So say a prayer for the sickly.

Stuff goes here. Oh look. Some words. Some actions. She's walking, now she's talking, look at her go~!
"Watch her words, as sharp as knives. She wasn't born with a silver tongue for nothing."
'Can you hear her thoughts? I sure hope not. You thought her words hurt, then these will kill.'
Now, her texts are very readable. Just give a look over her shoulder, please don't look at something else. She might have to kill you.
Now look. More stuff. Some here, some there, some everywhere. Don't blink, you might just miss it.

She's coming over like a suicide. And its the same old trip, the same old trip as before.
She's coming over wearing genocide. And its the same old trip, the same old trip as before.

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Wow.

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She'll cut you down with a single thrust. She's taking over too quickly.
No medication can cure the lust. So say a prayer for the sickly.

It was early. Too early and Linda was yelling in Peony’s ear; technically it's called nagging, not yelling. Peony went from laying down sleeping, to standing on her bed in a minute flat. "Linda. Linda. Linda!” Once she got the woman’s attention she calmed down. “I heard you the first time. Stop nagging. Go make toast or do my dad or something. Just leave me alone.” Linda obviously wasn’t happy with this, she never was. Did Peony care? Not really, okay maybe she felt a little guilty, and it kind of showed on Peony’s face; kind of. Peony stood there for a moment, on her bed, in her pajamas. She felt tall, like a tree, and she liked it. Feeling tall and telling Linda off, added with the shouts coming from the kitchen made her feel powerful. It’s pathetic, but Peony knows that.

“Linda, Linda, Linda. You can’t expect everything to be sunshine and rainbows. The girl knows you aren’t her mother, that her mother is a crazy, plant, woman and she’s a teen. What would you expect? All teens fight with their parents, she’s just harder on you because you’re not her mother.” Peony’s arm stopped, mid brush of her hair, and she listened. Cue the tears. “No, Gary. You don’t get it. Peony always calls me Linda, never anything else. So what if I’m not her real mother!? I had her in me for nine months, I’ve raised her since birth, gave all the things only a mother could give! And what do I get!? Hate! Disrespect!” Peony was, of course, talking along with her Father and Linda. Why? Well because it gave her something to do when she was brushing her hair. After all you can really only tune the fighting out for so long then you just have to let it entertain you, which obviously wasn’t a problem for Peony.

Peony had finished all of her morning routine, dressed, and by the time she was downstairs all seemed calm. Peony entered the kitchen, whistling to no particular tune, and found two things waiting for her. Her Father and some toast. “Linda makes great toast. She should work at Waffle House.” Peony muttered.
“Look young lady. I want you to start being more considerate of Linda’s feelings, and maybe you could start calling her mother? After all, she did technically birth you.” Her Father finished his small lecture and looked to Peony for her answer. “I can definetly promise that I’ll try to stop calling Linda by her name and I’ll try to be nicer. I can't guarantee anything, but I’ll try.” Peony just sort of shrugged afterward and began eating the toast. As if Linda was listening, which she probably had been, she entered the room.

Linda was all smiles and hugs. Seriously. She tried hugging Peony, then Peony’s father, then both. Peony kind of shrugged her way out of the hugs and focused in on her toast. Really, Linda did make good toast, it wasn’t too burnt or too light and it had just the right amount of butter on it. “Oh, Peony! I’m so glad we can start on a fresh, new, path! I know you like plants and gardening so I thought we could go pick you up some more seeds and plant them in the garden, together!”A choking noise could be heard as Peony struggled with both the idea of gardening with Linda and the piece of toast that was caught in her throat.
“Here honey.” Linda said handing a glass of water to Peony. ‘I’d rather choke then let you help me.’ Peony thought, while managing to swallow the chunk of toast and refuse Linda’s glass of water.

‘You can help me on my garden when pigs fly, but that’ll never happen. Men just can’t pull their heads out of their asses long enough to figure it out.’ Peony paused for a moment to laugh at her own little joke. ‘So thanks for the offer of torture, but no thanks Human Apartment.’ Peony smiled; more satisfied with her little quips, than the fact she was acting nice to Linda, a.k.a. the Human Apartment. “Sure, we can go pick out seeds.” Peony muttered. ‘And maybe we can just nail my hands onto the floor so I can't leave the house. Then we can chat all the frikkin’ time.’ Peony hadn’t finished her toast, but refused to eat another bite since the last had almost killed her. “Bye.”She mumbled as she made her way towards the front door. Peony usually walked to school. Sure it wasn’t the safest thing to do in Gotham City, but Peony hadn’t had any trouble with it before. Besides, she always had a can of mace attached to her keys. Better safe than sorry, right?

Peony continued down the sidewalk, with her book bag on her back and her arms swaying by her side. Peony didn’t have a saunter like her mother, or most women for that matter, she just kind of walked. Nothing special, no little show for the fellas, then again Peony didn’t particularly like the fellas so what did it matter? Then again Peony didn’t particularly like anybody. Sure, she was nicer to females, but she didn’t have any interest in them. Peony just wasn’t all that into dating, or trusting people. But she was into making money, which could be easily accomplished; in fact Peony thought she spotted a regular. Peony ran up to the boy. “Hey! Long time, no see!” She wrapped her arms around his shoulder in a hug like fashion; one of her sleeves slipped into the boy’s open book bag and dropped what he was going to pay for.

The boy on the other hand had something else in mind; he placed the money in the pocket on the front of Peony’s dress and copped a feel. Peony pulled back with a frown, it was there for a few seconds, and then her face went blank. “Hey, could you do something for me?” Peony asked; her voice practically dripped with sweetness. The boy smiled and nodded. “Okay. I want you to close your eyes and on the count of three I’ll show you something special.” The innuendos were obvious and the boy fell for it. He closed his eyes, Peony rolled up her sleeves, counting slowly. “One.” Her sleeves were up. “Two.” She pulled out her mace and took aim. “Three.” The button was down and so was the boy. “No feels. I’m not selling my body.” She said with a kick of her boot to the boy’s ribcage. “But using my mace and making a profit all before seven really cheered me up. So thanks.”

She's coming over like a suicide. And its the same old trip, the same old trip as before.
She's coming over wearing genocide. And its the same old trip, the same old trip as before.