Name: Sofie Porter // Attica
Age: Twenty // Technically Eleven, but has Matured to Twenty or Even Beyond
Race: Induced Human/Plant Hybrid
Gender: Female
Known or Unknown: Unknown
Powers: When the sun goes down and their skin no longer receives UV radiation, Sofie Porter turns into Attica, her alternate personality. This change, however, is not only in their mind. As their skin no longer detects UV light, so begins the change. First, the melanocytes in their skin turn into chloroplasts, secreting the chlorophyll that gives Attica her distinctly green complexion.
Their sweat glands become venom glands that are capable of secreting, strangely, powders that all have different functions. There is a paralytic, which quickly stiffens her victims' muscles. [This is opposed, of course, to cutting the brain off from the body.] As a result, the victim can still breathe, and laboriously blink, until the powder wears off in about an hour or so. The next substance is an allergen, fast-acting. It stimulates the body into reacting as if experiencing a violent reaction to pollen: the victim will get itchy, watery eyes, horrible sneezing, scratchy throat, and in bad cases, huge welts will rise. The allergen is fast-acting, therefore clearing the body quickly as well. The worst of it takes place in the first three minutes, the effects starting to lessen until about ten minutes have passed, when the victim is just about good as new. [Of course, individuals are always different. Some have more mild reactions, some have more violent reactions, and the duration may vary. But, so far, nobody has proven immune.] The last powder Attica's glands can secrete is a rather odd one, given the nickname "lust dust" by those who have had the misfortune to be affected by it. This powder uniquely affects men, stimulating the blood pressure to rise and blood flow to increase dramatically, also provoking the body into producing more testosterone than normal. This combination of physiological changes stimulates the victim into very distracting fits of lust, so much so that they can rarely concentrate on anything else. And then, the last thing that Attica's glands can secrete is a sticky sap substance that allows her to climb smooth surfaces, giving her virtually unlimited access to anywhere with a wall/floor/ceiling.
In addition to the body secreting chlorophyll and these odd powders and sap, Attica's blood flushes with aloe, making it rather thick and sticky. Her body temperature drops dangerously, though is quite necessary, as Attica cannot sweat. [This leaves her open to heat exhaustion.] There is one constant between the two, though: their immune system. After the experiments that split Sofie's mind in two and triggered these changes, their body has been left with a constant superpowered immune system that fights off infection almost before it even sets in. As a result, they both cannot get sick, and are immune to toxins and poisons. Another odd relationship between the two is strength. During the day, Sofie's human skin actually stores up energy from the sun's UV rays in the underdeveloped chloroplasts that bring about Attica, so that when nighttime comes around, Attica can draw on this stored energy and convert it into surprising strength. However, her strength level relies on how much energy Sofie has stored during the day. If Sofie spends all day at the beach, for example, Attica will that night then be incredibly strong. If Sofie spends all day inside, Attica will that night then be weaker.
While all this is all well and good, Attica's "calling card" lies in her tongue. When Sofie becomes Attica, a savage barb arises from her tongue, close to the tip and in the center. This barb is connected by ducts to a venom sac that lies deep within her tongue. [This sac is also the only evidence of Attica that is actively present in Sofie. While the barb lies dormant, the sac fills with venom throughout the day, capable of holding up to fifty uses at a time.] The venom is an incredibly potent neurotoxin that spells death for anybody that comes in contact with even two drops of it. Attica's preferred method of killing involves seducing her victim and giving him [or her, she isn't picky] a kiss, slipping her tongue into her victim's mouth and stabbing the roof of his or her mouth with that barb. Muscles around the sac will contract to squeeze out just a few drops of toxin that quickly seep into the brain, doing the person in within sixty seconds.
Here is a quick reference list of Attica's abilities:
_____ø Can secrete powders from her skin:
________ø Paralyzing Powder
________ø Powerful Allergen
________ø "Lust Dust"
_____ø Can secrete sap to allow her to adhere to [almost] any surface.
_____ø Strength proportionate to the amount of time her "human personality," Sofie, spends in the sun during the day. Lots of sun makes her stronger, less sun makes her weaker.
_____ø Resistance to disease and poisons
_____ø Barb and venom in tongue, her murder "Calling Card"
Weapons: None.
Appearance: Though they inhabit the same body, Sofie and Attica strangely look quite different. It mostly has to do with the way each "uses" the body, really. Posture, cosmetics, hair styling, clothing, and even speech patterns make the two just about as different as two people can be. It's only because of these differences that nobody has figured out, yet, that they are "the same person." Lucky for Sofie.
Sofie is the kind of girl that's pretty, but her own inability to realize it keeps her from being a knockout. But that's all well and good for her, seeing as most engineers are not beauty queens. However, she isn't above a good party [or three], lending to her extensive variety of "party outfits" that will often adorn her appealing figure. Reaching a height of 5'7", though looking more like 5'8" because of her perfect posture, Sofie has always liked being slightly tall. Her common footwear is a pair of sneakers, seeing as her time in the engineering lab often includes things that could take off her toes were she to wear sandals. Jeans are a staple in her wardrobe, as are T-shirts with cute sayings on them. Because of self-consciousness combined with a need to be mobile, she will often wear undergarments that make her generous bust appear to be smaller than it is, streamlining an otherwise voluptuous figure. Sex appeal is for her other personality, not her. This mentality shows even in the way Sofie does her hair. Naturally, her locks are a deep chestnut brown and full of large, loping curls. Sofie, however, detests curly hair, as she finds it annoying. So, she straightens her hair meticulously every morning until it reaches past her ribcage, nearly touching her backside. She'll often tie it up in a ponytail or bun, back away from her heart-shaped face. Her deep hazel eyes tend to look more brown than green, primarily because of her hair. Friends have suggested that she use make up to enhance the green in her eyes, though Sofie always refuses. A bit of lip balm on her rose petal lips if they're chapped, and that's it. She's the "au naturale" type, anyway.
Attica, on the other hand, takes the basic body Sofie uses every day and turns it into something completely different. Most obviously, Attica is green. A few flecks of more or less concentrations of chlorophyll in her skin give her the appearance of "freckles" on her cheeks primarily, though there are some all over her body. Concentrated, though, are very dark blotches on her shoulders, back, and sides, that are nearly black in color and range between a half an inch in diameter to several inches across. Though nobody quite knows, those blotches are incredibly sensitive, almost hard-wired to her brain. A simple touch there can reduce her to a melting pile of goo, a punch could cause her to feel unbearable pain, and a kiss could fulfill her beyond any other sign of affection conceived by man. But, moving on, Attica's coloration is otherwise similar to Sofie's. The dark hair that Sofie straightens has been washed and dried by the time Attica "wakes up," leaving her with a head full of tangled curls. Not being one to care about her hair, Attica leaves her hair like that, wild and unruly like a knot of jungle vines brushing over her shoulders and back. Her eyes are that same hazel color, though tend to look greener because of her skin's color.
Because they share the same body, Attica has the same face as Sofie. However, the chloroplasts in Attica's skin tend to secrete more chlorophyll around the edges of her eyes and lips, causing both to appear fuller and rounder. This, along with her hair falling against her cheeks and the general expression of smirking content make her face appear at a glance to be nothing like Sofie's in the least. The same principle applies to the rest of their body. While Sofie walks upright and stiffly, Attica always moves with an earthy swing in her step, hips swishing lightly and shoulders rising and falling with every breath. This slinky gait also contributes to Attica's body language, which is most often relaxed and loose, comfortable with awkward positions and casual tilts of the hips. And the body itself also appears much different than Sofie's. As a more plant-like creature than human, Attica has come to hate the human convention of wearing clothes. She finds them to be oppressive and painful, and so, wears as little as possible. Her wardrobe is incredibly simple, consisting of a pair of black cloth shorts that can only be five inches long [if that] and a black tank top with a built in shelf "bra" [because she hates those strappy things] that does its best to control her bust. Gaps of sinewy midriff can be seen between the two, green against the stark black of her clothing. It's "slutty," yes, but Attica never seems to think about that. Hell, she even goes without shoes. Why should conventional fashion, then, weigh heavily on her mind?
History: Sofie Porter was born to Michael Hernandez and Alison Porter. Soon after her birth, Michael left them both, leaving mother and daughter to band together. Years went by, and Alison contracted a very sudden pancreatic cancer. She had only six months, and died when Sofie was just six. The little girl then went into the foster system, living in an orphanage for several months until Dr. Jackson Pollack adopted her. Though she expected a family and parents, Sofie got a man who acted as a rather good father alone, though he was quite the strange one. She quickly realized that being a dad wasn't his only agenda. He had experiments on the brain, and she was the subject.
For years, Sofie did school during the day and daddy's experiments at night. It wasn't until she was eight that they seemed to take hold, and by the time she was nine, things really started to heat up when an independent personality reared its head. This personality called itself "Attica," quickly reaching the maturity of a nine year old, and acting like a perfectly normal girl whenever it took over the body. Dr. Pollack continued his experiments, refining Sofie and Attica until the changes were so drastic that it seemed as if they were two totally different girls.
When Sofie graduated high school, she went off to college like all normal girls did. Dr. Pollack said goodbye to his daughter and experiment, though they still see each other on breaks. While Sofie went to classes during the day, Attica spent her nights fueling her extremist ways, taking to murder and crime in order to browbeat industries into complying with more "environmentally friendly" codes. Blackmail, seduction, coersion, she did it all. Sofie didn't approve, and Dr. Pollack worried that this meant his experiments had failed. Of course, why should Attica have cared? She was superhuman, right? Of course. Right.
Personality: Sofie is a very typical, very happy young woman. An engineering student in college, she scores top grades and is considered one of the best in her class. She's sociable, friendly, and has barely any enemies. Though not perfect by any means, with a rather "blonde" streak about three miles long, she's quite a good person inside. She has always been worried about Attica, who is like her sister. The two communicate via video taped messages, as they can't ever exist at the same time. While Sofie doesn't agree with Attica, she loves and supports her "sister," telling nobody of their involvement.
Attica, on the other hand, is out of this world. She walks the fine line between bioterrorist genius and raving loonatic with a rather suave air, always thinking ahead. She's a rather frightening foe when you factor in the fact that she views the human race as a mere annoyance, incapable of really empathizing with people. Her main goal, really, is to take out pollution and bring back the power of plants, essentially, to save the earth. However, with her extremist views and her lack of care for anybody that gets in her way, Attica can become very dangerous very quickly. Though she hates pulling what she considers to be "pointless heists," as in anything that doesn't involve bioterrorism, she will on occasion compromise her insane "morals" in order to achieve the greater goal. As a result, she has had her share of "team-ups," taking alliance with other do-badders in order to get something in return. And on that track of "getting what she wants," Attica is unafraid to go to any lengths to do just that. Seduce, browbeat, terrorize, anything to achieve her goals. Though she depends heavily on her intelligence and own abilities, she's not above using her pretty face and curvaceous figure to get anything she wants or needs. To her, the ends justify any means she can come up with.
On the flip side of the crazed botanical terrorist without an ounce of empathy for mankind is a rather interesting and even insightful young woman. Though she believes ultimately in cleaning the planet for the plants she finds herself so close to, Attica also sometimes finds herself questioning her own ideas and thoughts. She's quite introspective, and contains a great more depth than many give her credit for. She has a great fondness for simple things, like perching on a roof in the dead of night and blowing bubbles. Sometimes, she has little fits of insanity, where she forgets things and even forgets herself. Circular logic, lazy comments, the whole nine yards. However, despite all these oddities to her person, she is continually brutally honest, even to the point of terrifying people with it. So if she's taken a liking to you, don't worry. You'll know very early on.
Anything Else: Attica has a huge love of sour candy. It's probably her favorite thing. Sour Patch Kids can get you a long way with her.
RP Sample: Poison was such a lovely thing. It seduced many, leaving them all for dead at the end of a whirlwind romance. It was addictive, enthralling, and destructive, silently creeping through the veins and capturing the mind. As a species, man has been obsessed with poison. Its killing power, its beauty, its intricacy. Snake venoms, plant toxins, and lab-created poisons all played a role in the history of the earth, ranging from the murder weapon in a petty crime to a way to commit mass genocide. Poison is in, and it's here to stay. Maybe poison doesn't make you hip like the new rap record would, or as universally loved by America's youth as a ferrari, but it certainly can make you a big scary dude, and that's just what all rebels want, right? Right.
Of course, everybody who favored poison wasn't a rebel. Some people just liked the way it worked, or the way it smelled, or even the way it didn't smell. Poison was power, and for those power-addicts out there, it was a great high. Well. Not a literal high. Figurative. Metaphorical. Alluded to. Possible. Either way, people could fall pray to poison, or even be founded on it. Such was the story of Attica Porter.
Well, "Porter" was essentially the last name of her body, and as a good last name was so hard to come by, she wasn't loathe to referring to herself as a "Porter." From what she had understood, the Porters had never been particularly bad people, despite Mr. being a cheating b*****d and Mrs. being dead. Oh, well. Who was Attica to judge, anyway? She wasn't even human. Well. She started out real. Or, her body did. But after a series of lovely experiments, Attica was born. Now, the process was much more involved than magical fairies and smoke veils. But who wanted to hear about all that boring mumbojumbo?
With bated breath, the plant-hybrid herself hung just under the sill of an extravagent penthouse, her fingers curled around the outer molding while she braced her shins against the brick outside wall. Among other things, she was capable of secreting a very powerful sap from her pores, allowing her to adhere to any structure. It was quite the nifty little tool, really. Held her weight easily, allowing her to climb walls and hang from ceilings with ease. And while this served as a great parlor trick, the little menace was using said skill for a much more devious endeavor.
Her hazel eyes focused through the window of the penthouse, noting that said window was thankfully unlocked. Mr. James Larkson should be coming home soon, and then she could stop being stuck to this horrible window. She had been in New York City for about a week by now, though this was her first night out. She had spent the previous days curled up with the internet, researching everything pertaining to the major polluting companies in the city. Plus, she wanted to give Sofie a few days to establish herself before coming out to play. Of course, it would have been better were she to wait a few months, but Attica got antsy easily.
Luckily, she wouldn't have to wait much longer now. The door swung open quickly, causing her to tense and glance to the side. Perfect. Mr. James Larkson, right on schedule. His suit still pressed after a long day of destroying the environment, thinning blond hair styled neatly as he adjusted his watch, absently setting his briefcase down on the kitchen counter. Now, he was going to make a drink, or read the paper. General relaxation time. Of course, it wouldn't last very long. He'd have an uninvited visitor.
While Mr. Larkson's back was to her, Attica calmly stood up, still bracing against the wall as she crawled towards the window, silenly lifting it. The man didn't even notice as she slipped through the open window feet-first, landing lightly on her bare feet and straightening up, one hand on her right hip while her left absently trailed through her hair, as if attempting to straighten it out. Of course, that wouldn't be happening any time soon. Attica's wild hair was a bit of a loopy mess, large curls mixed with waves and tighter curls to produce a myriad "tangled vines" look. Of course, that wasn't on purpose, but just how nature seemed to favor her. And she quite liked it, thankyouverymuch. The color of dark rosewood with various darker strands threaded in, her hair reached in thick layers down to the bottom of her ribcage, tickling her back as she shifted her weight slightly, gaze calmly focused on the man at the counter.
While Attica had been hanging silently and unnoticed just outside the very window she crept through, it was almost amazing that she evaded detection for so long. If anything, her skintone should have given her away. Instead of having a pale pink complexion or richly dark coloration, Attica was a striking green. Several darker, nearly black dapples covered her shoulders and back, extending as far down as her thighs. Similarly, a number of color imperfections covered her face and arms much like freckles, darker and lighter flecks almost making this green color look normal. Or, as normal as green could look on a person. But besides the hue of her skin, Attica looked quite normal. Atractive, even. Reaching a height of 5'7" without the help of heels, she sported a build any Amazon would be proud of and the posture to only enhance. Shoulders back, spine straight, hips slightly tilted to the side. Natural.
As if you could expect anything else from the green gal with hair like vines and an agenda for the environment. No shoes, sparse clothing, it all made sense. Attica hated bulky attire, it felt so excessive and fake against her skin. And so, she preferred the minimalistic approach. Nothing but a black tank shirt that hemmed a few inches below her ribcage and a pair of black shorts better suited to the gym or yoga mat. Rather uncreative, but just as effective. With what she had planned, less was most certainly more.
With a soft smirk, she took a step forward, soaking in the artificial light within the penthouse. "Good evening, Mr. Larkson." The new light cast away the shadows that previously hugged her features, plainly showing her features. Heart shaped and elegant, her face was accented by prominent cheekbones and a delicate chin that, despite their force, created an almost soft appeal. Her carefully shaped hazel eyes peered out from beneath arching eyebrows, shifted in mild skepticism. It was rare to see Attica not disbelieving or cautious, and her face clearly showed as such. Her rose petal lips were held taut, dimples creasing the corners of her mouth as she walked slowly towards the stunned Mr. Larkson.
"Wh...who are you? I'll call security!" He maintained, backing up against the counter and pushing away his half-mixed drink with resolve. His eyes had widened, apprehension and fear playing on his face. He had lived in New York City long enough to know that strange-looking people in your house was a bad idea, even if said strange-looking person was a painfully appealing young woman.
Smirking in quiet self-assurance, Attica continued onward, closing the gap between them quickly. "Oh, I'm just a friend." Her voice came out a near purr as she slipped one hand up along his chest, hooking his shoulder firmly. "Here to see that you're properly...relaxed." There was nothing but malice in her smile as she flashed a set of pearly whites, pushing more harshly against him while her other arm snuck up his back like an unruly weed.
"See here, Miss!" He barked, surprised that his impressive frame and commands hadn't deterred her. Trying to push back, he found himself embarassingly overpowered as she bent him over the counter, her hands like death clamps on his poor shoulders. "This is breaking and entering, get out of here at once!"
Her smirk only grew as she pushed against the counter with her right foot, climbing up until her left leg could wrap around his torso, keeping her adhered tightly to his chest with her face hovering just inches above his as she used her right foot and hand as anchors to the counter, keeping him trapped beneath her. Overall, her movements were very plant-like, creeping and insidious with all the fear such things inspired. Combing the fingers of her left hand idly through his well-kept hair, she let out a small chuckle. "Now you see here, Mr. Larkson." She started softly, her voice gradually gaining power. "Because you've done something much worse than breaking a silly human law..." Suddenly digging her nails into the side of his head, she leaned in, brushing her cheek against his as she lightly kissed his earlobe before whispering, just loud enough for him to hear. "It isn't wise, Mr. Larkson, to mess with Mother Nature. She bites back..."
Feeling a frail breath escape his chest as she pulled away from his ear, Mr. Larkson tensed under the influence of this demonic plant-woman. If only he could move. His muscles stiff and unyielding, he struggled against both her and his own body, vying for freedom frantically. But there was nothing. No movement, no hope. He could only watch as a giddy grin spread across her pretty face, looking far more devious than he ever would have guessed.
Without any other explanation, his assassin leaned in once again, this time to press her lips against his. It was strange how a man in his mid-fifties should be appreciating such attentions from a limber eighteen year old girl, but the only thing Mr. Larkson could think of was dread of his impending death. He had been around long enough to know that these freaks operated outside the law, no matter what "values" they claimed to have. Attempting to resist, he finally felt her slippery tongue in his mouth, causing him to tense. This was it. Even before he felt the sharp pain in the roof of his mouth, he knew it was all over.
After feeling his corpse relax beneath her, Attica drew back, releasing all grip she had on the poor shareholder of Oscorp. She had nothing against him, personally. Of course, Attica never had any personal relations. It was all about cause, and hers disagreed with his. She was just capable of doing all the math required. With a nonchalant sigh, she stood up straight, pushing a hand back through her hair again as she looked away from the man's dead body. Such a bore. Without another thought, she snuck back to the window, crawling out and perching on the sill before vaulting off into the night.
