âTHE AGE OF FLORA HAS DAWNED.â
Back at it again, this time with a proper villain! Say hello to the lovely Dr. Isley, residents of Sokoviaâor, as sheâs more often known nowadays, Poison Ivy!
THE BASICS:
Name: Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley, PhD.
Age:Â 34.
MBTI Type: INFJ.
Occupation: Super-villain; bio-terrorist; botanist.
Height: 5'9"
Public identity?: Yes.
Affiliations: None; formerly ISA.
Human, mutant, metahuman, alien, inhuman, or other?: Metahuman.
Powers/special abilities, if any: Trained botanist; secretion of floral toxins and mind-controlling pheromones; immunity to toxins and pathogens; ability to heal and transfer toxin immunities to others; ability to control the growth and actions of plants; superhuman healing factor, including the ability to grow back entire limbs.
+ Intelligent, determined, sensitive
- Suspicious, callous, hateful
EVENTS UP TO NOW:
**TW: sexual manipulation, power imbalance, non-consensual bodily modification.
This is how it began: with deception, and heartbreak, and pain.
Pam Isley was a shy, reserved girl who grew up in a quiet suburb in Gothamâfar away from all the hustle and bustle and danger of the city. She was studious and often overlooked, focusing more on the comfort of staying in her shell than focusing on her social life. Pam enjoyed science and her books, but the one thing she was truly passionate about was the environment. From articles to documentaries to aggressive activism, Pam worked hard to bring attention to the way humans were destroying the very world they inhabited, killing it slowly then quickly like an unbeatable disease. But more often than not, it seemed to her that no one cared.
Almost no one. By the time Pam began graduate school, (by the time the hero ban was put in place,) she had developed quite the crush on Dr. Jason Woodrue. He was brilliant and kind and listened to her when she would rant passionately about the state of the world. He shared Pamâs opinions and encouraged her further, even inviting her to help him with his own research. (Even inviting her into his bed.) Pam was besotted; she happily agreed to work with Jason, promising she wouldnât tell a soul about his top-secret research.
Even though some of the things he was doing confused and frightened her, Pam kept that promise. She kept it all up until he strapped her down to a metal slab and began injecting her with various toxins of his own design.
(The rest was a blur; she wasnât sure if her screams were what led to Jasonâs lab of horrors being discovered, but she remembers her body aching and her blood burning. And crying, and crying, and crying.)
Recovery took a long time. But even though Pamâs body healed, her mind didnât. At first she was frightened; her moods would swing wildly in a way they never had, and she would fall into screaming rages only to snap back to sweet and calm moments later. Sometimes she could only cry. Sometimes all she could think of was finding Jason and making him hurt. It wasnât long before Pam began noticing changes in herself: as the mood swings slowed to a stop, something else had begun.
Plants would bloom from her nearness. Men would turn their heads as she walked down the street no matter what she wore. Her mind grew sharper and her beliefs grew absolute. She grew taller and stronger and more and more beautiful through no action of her own. Synthetic fabrics began to grate against her skin. People began to do what she told them. The plants began to speak to her.
The plants wanted to kill for her.
She tested herself as the years passed, carefully at first and then with more daring: she learned that no chemicals could affect her any longer, from aspirin to pepper spray to tear gas, and that a smile from her could get the weak-willed to do what she wanted. That a kiss from her could make anyone do what she wanted. Including die. Any people sent to subdue her fell before her, and the ones who didnât bend to her will were destroyed by the various, horrifying plants she had learned to create.
And as Pamâs powers grew, her vision of the future sharpened and her fear evaporated.
And so Dr. Pamela Isley became Poison Ivy, shedding the withered petals of her old identity and blooming into something wholly new.
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While she hadnât cared when the âhero banâ happened, Pam did care when the tide began to turn against mutants and metahumans. Luckily for her, she had options. Options such as being granted clemency by the ISA as long as she agreed to play nice. And play nice she didâfor a while. Until she learned that she wasnât the only botanist blooming their way out of human flesh in their midst.
After Pam learned that Jason Woodrue had been employed by the ISAâthat he had been the one studying herâshe escaped, and spirited herself away to his last known locations; Sokovia is a convenient stop along the way. And recently, sheâs stumbled across a handsome Oddfellow in the woods...
