Poison Ivy

[VivianDawes_Midnight]

Personal
Name: Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley
Alias: Poison Ivy
Nick Names: Red, Ivy, Miss Isley, and Pammie
Alliance: Villain
Age: 25 1/2
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 115 lbs
Physical Characteristics: Poison Ivy's most striking features are her lusciously long wavy red locks, her emerald green pupils, and her curvaceous body. Also, her skin has a slight hint of green since her pigment contains high levels of chlorophyll but she manages to control it from turning her skin a darker shade of green. Overall, the eco terrorist has a feminine and sultry look that appeals to the opposite sex and she definitely exploits it to get want she wants.
Personality: Poison Ivy is a provocative woman who likes to mess with the mind of mostly men, who she highly despises. She tends to be very sarcastic and puts the well-being of plants and hers before anything else due to her obsession with the Earth and the protection of the planet. With Harley Quinn, her only human friend, she is still sarcastic yet she is very caring and protective of her harlequin friend. Ivy highly loathes her relationship with the Joker, constantly wanting to rescue Harley from him due to his abusive and manipulative nature.
Likes: The Green, Harley Quinn, Selina Kyle/Catwoman (on occasion), different shades of the color green, the decline of the human race, tending to her babies, corsets, and compliments.
Dislikes: Men (or the human race in general, but she despises men more than woman), deforestation of the entire Planet, Batman (on occasion; has mixed feelings about the Dark Knight) and his band of heroes, The Joker, anything hurt toward Harley, separation from her babies, and entrapment in Arkham Asylum.
Fears: Getting locked in Arkham, Harley choosing the Joker over her, and the complete annihilation of the Green.
Bio: Dr. Pamela Isley was a shy and demure girl who grew to love the beauty of nature at a young age since she was alone most of the time and learned to enjoy the presence of plants. After high school, Pamela went to college to earn a degree in Botany and while at college, she met a scientist named Dr. Jason Woodrue who convinced her to him conduct experiments upon her. Woodrue's experiments on Miss Isley was injecting the Redhead with various toxins and those injections led to her transformation into Poison Ivy which turned into her a crazed Eco-Terrorist, claiming to be some Messiah for Mother Nature or at times, the Green Mother herself. She then moved to Gotham City, feeling that her work of saving the Green would be most needed there. Ivy quickly fell in love with the Batman, being the only man she could never make succumb to her but at times she loathes the Dark Knight for foiling her plans. The plants soon became her only friend until she met Harley Quinn. The two sirens became fast friends and often teamed up to cause all sorts of chaos around Gotham when Harley is away from her on and off lover, the Joker. Not only has Ivy been trying to dispose of the Earth (more like Gotham City) humans and cruelty to her dear babies, but she has been trying to separate her new friend from the clown Harley was obsessed with since she knows of the torture her harlequin goes through with the Joker.


Powers/Abilities
Powers: Poison Ivy can manipulate plants telepathically and control them for her crimes and her lips contain high levels of poison that can either mentally control someone or with enough force, kill them quickly.
Weakness(s): Harley Quinn and being separated from her babies.
Abilities: Ivy has an extremely high immunity to toxins, poisons, and diseases and with her pheromones, anyone (most of the time) can succumb to her and she can control them.
Skills: Poison Ivy has a degree in Botany and uses it to her advantage; she can create poisonous gases and use them against anyone on her black list at the time.

Other
Favorite Motto/Saying: "I am Nature's arm. Her spirit. Her will. Hell, I am Mother Nature, and the time has come for plants to take back the world so rightfully ours! 'cause it's not nice to fool with Mother Nature,"
Favorites: Harley Quinn, her babies, and Batman (on occasion of course)
Hate List: People who are stopping her efforts to protect her babies (Heroes and the downhill GCPD), the Joker, and Anyone who even dares to mess with the Green.

 

[VivianDawes_Midnight]

"I depise being locked up in this cage! The sun is out, shining down on my babies when I should be out there with them!" Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy, the Eco-Terrorist, whispered woefully. She felt warmth on her skin like the plants on their stems and leaves since she could sense the feelings of the plants outside of Arkham. She smoothed her fingers up and down her bare arm until she felt the bright orange cotton rolled up sleeve of her shirt that she had to wear in the Asylum. Ivy was wearing nothing but the orange paitent buttoned shirt that was buttoned up until it reached her cleavage and a pair of matching orange shorts; nothing else. Ivy preferred the littlest of clothing on her body, but she couldn't be too revealing since she was in a mental hospital. Her "lack of a uniform" wound up the male paitents enough and due to that arousement problem, she had to be as far from the crazed paitents which she didn't mind at all.

Two knocks loudly tapped on Ivy's door outside her cell and she yawned then responsed, "Come in," The door swung opened and a brown haired male guard familiar to Ivy walked in, just to be a couple of feet away from her on her bed. "Just checkin' on ya, Miss Isley. No need to be alarmed. Oh and also your Doctor wanted me to tell you he scheduled mandatory session in the morning tomorrow" The guard informed the plant lady that laid on her bed. She hated having to talk about the five W's on how she became the infamous "Eco-Terrorist" the Gothamites labeled her. But, she couldn't refuse, she had to follow protocol if she was to be released in a couple of months for good behavior. But Ivy grew desperate and impaitent. The days in Gotham City were slowly transforming into springtime, the best time of the year for Ivy. She couldn't stand having to spend her days in the gloomy Asylum while her plants were out soaking in all the sun. Without her. A thought popped into her head as she kept her green eyes on the guard who was about to leave, Perhaps this man can help me out... Her escape from Arkham had to be fool-proof, because if Ivy got caught, her release in months time would be terminated.

Before the guard turned around to exit Ivy's cell, she called out to him. "Now, dear guard, could you escort me out of this dump? I need some fresh air, this room, well, this hospital is awfully stuffy for me," She whispered to him as she casualy lifted herself off her bed and placed her bare feet on the cold concrete floor. The guard blinked nervously at Ivy, puzzled by her sudden request. He knew he couldn't listen to her or else he would fall into her trap, like a fly to a venus fly trap. Ivy began to slowly stroll toward the guard whose face was now covered in sweat. He had to do something to prevent her from controlling him, so he tried to reach for his gun that was attached to his buckle, but Ivy's arms were already around his shoulders. Ivy closed her eyes and from the pores on her arms, the tiny amount of pheromones in her system were released and began to swarm around the young bumbling guard. The look of fear that was spread on his face quickly shifted into the look of infatuation for the plant lady in front of him. He has succumbed to me, well that was quicker than I thought it would be. This guard, who was now allured by Ivy thanks to her seductive spell and pheromones, was often around her before and was not as smitten like the rest of the male population at Arkham with her. Yes, Ivy is a crazed Eco-Terrorist, but in the opposite sex's opinion: Ivy was just a pretty flower to look at.

"Now, can you walk with me outside? It's such a pretty day outside but I of course can't be all alone. Would you be a gentleman and accompany me" Ivy seductively questioned the guard again as she gazed into his grey eyes. He peered behind his shoulder, only to see that no one was in the hallway. "You just have to stay close to me, I can even hold your hand," The guard eagerly suggested to the plant lady in facing him. Ivy's eyebrow arched at the physical comment, but she meerly shrugged. Him holding her would appear that the guard was just transferring the paitent to another part of the Asylum. "Sure but how about both of my hands? I'll walk in front of you," She agreed as she turned around and placed both of her hands behind her orange back. The guard just grinned and tightly grabbed hold of both of her hands. "Not so tight, I'm fragile," Ivy laughed as he loosened his grip on her wrists. After she became comfortable, the guard walked out of Ivy's cell with Ivy at hand. He moved Ivy in front of him and the pair began to march down the hallway. Ivy kept her face straight and serious even though she was overjoyed inside that she was finally leaving the dump, yet again. Hopefully for the last time....

(A sample for ya)