𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅

you can resurrect a thousand words to deceive me more and more. a thousand words will give the reason why i don't need you anymore. thora carstairs 36. poison generation. florist, mercenary.

[tcxigenesis]

     ——{gugu mbatha-raw, 36, cis female, she/hers} || thora carstairs is a mutant with the ability of poison generation. they’ve been in new york for thirty-six years where they spend most of their time as a florist & mercenary. when i think of them, i think of devil's ivy clinging comfortably around bookshelves and window frames, perfectly manicured and deep purple nails that come to a dull point, soft humming of an old and familiar lullaby. they are affiliated with no one.

inspirations: pamela isley/poison ivy (dc comics), sarah kerrigan/the queen of blades (starcraft), lucy (elfen lied), rosa diaz (brooklyn nine-nine), cosima nihaus (orphan black), eleven (stranger things), maeve millay (westworld).

task one.

name: thora olivia carstairs. age/dob: 36 / december 8. occupation: florist / mercenary. mutation: poison generation. sexuality: greyromantic ??sexual. nationality: american. languages spoken: english, spanish. hair color: dark brown. eye color: deep purple. height: 5′4″. build: lithe, athletic.

    ⸻ QUICK FACTS

triggers for abuse & experimentation.

the daughter of a respectable botanist, thora was raised with privilege ---or so you would imagine if you were an outsider looking in.

her father was obsessive about his work, favoring his plants over anything else. having published numerous papers and broken through his research field, he provided more than enough for the carstairs family. when they welcomed thora into their lives it was assumed it would be the happiest day of his life. in truth, his happiest day was receiving a scientific nomination for the nobel peace prize.

thora’s mother was unwell - a sickly woman who did her best to give all of her love to her daughter. when thora was six her mother passed away and the stress of her loss triggered the dormant mutant gene in thora.

there was absolutely no hiding what thora was: her eyes a beautiful deep purple, her flesh taking the slightest of green tints ( only seen in direct sunlight ), at first the slightest of leaf patterns appeared across her body as if they were scarified there, deepening with age. perhaps the most notable change ( especially to a father who took scientific interest in his child ) was her purple blood - or perhaps chlorophyll was more apt, as it was more closely related to that more than anything else.

her life became a living hell. private school within her home to keep her hidden away from people who wouldn’t understand her, and needle pricks at every given opportunity. her blood was toxic, her skin could secrete dangerous venoms when she felt threatened, her tears were poison. she was a weapon. she was a mutant.

day after day she was subjected to her father’s poking and prodding: skin samples taken and tested, blood drawn in glass vials with glass needles, bone marrow sampled ( a painful day she still remembers ). but she was isolated and utterly alone, no sweet mother to protect her from the whims of a father who saw her only as a subject and nothing more.

she withdrew into the greenhouse on her family’s expansive property. thora disdained her own interest in the scientific field, but found beauty and solace in flora and fauna - things that could not harm her, no matter how hard they tried. plants that relied on a gentle touch, her affections, sunlight.

she was almost eighteen when she snapped. twelve years of horrific experimentation and a lack of affection coming to a head; psychological conditioning to just take it churning in favor of fight or flight survival. despite his safety measures when handling her flesh, thora spit caustic venom at her father and melted through his suit ... and flesh.

perhaps where she should have been arrested or taken in somewhere, charles xavier stepped in. he found the girl - terrified and cautious - and offered her a refuge from the world. while she accepted the offer and while she was sheltered from a trial ( her father’s death was ruled an accident ) she never quite felt as if she belonged with xavier and his band of mutants.

thora moved back to her home estate ( formerly deserted but left to her in name ) when she was 23 and worked for two years to resuscitate the expansive gardens on her property. 

currently she works as a florist, taking her passion public despite scrutinizing eyes. she has 0 interest in the brotherhood or xavier’s x-men, though recognizes her talents can be put to use one way or another.

   ⸻ LITTLE TIDBITS

has never has a physical or romantic relationship with anyone. she is attracted to intelligence and has yet to meet anyone that’s sparked her interest beyond general conversation.

her very touch can be weaponized, and thora will/has used secretions ( blood, spit ) to harm another.

her manor is set not far from xavier’s institute on it’s own impressive splay of land. most of the grounds have been converted into gardens in some fashion and it boasts a great number of greenhouses.

her father’s former laboratory has been quarantined off in the house. thora has no interest in that wing, let alone those rooms.

has no pets, but has a soft spot for creatures that are venomous, specifically.

APPEARANCE: at a first glance you might be forgiven to think she is entirely human, however anyone looking at her for a period of time will pick up on the mutation’s physical manifestations. this includes: a slight green tint to her skin ( most visible in direct sunlight ), deep but vibrant purple eyes, and a pattern of various leaf-shapes across her entire body ... part of her skin, and feeling like scarifications to anyone who touches her ( not that she’d really let them ). her blood is also a vibrant purple.

@c23intros

[tcxigenesis]

alyssafm​:

OPEN STARTER : @c23starters​

alyssa didn’t do much when she wasn’t working, besides helping out the newer students at the xavier institute. she didn’t necessarily graduate from the school, but she was also not about being one of those people that didn’t have a career while they attended. ;aying on the ground, the first thought that came to the mutant’s mind was that she wanted to cause chaos. “the ground spoke to me and she said you’re a bitch.” she replied, a small smirk appearing on her lips. truth be told, alyssa wasn’t really able to talk to the ground itself, but she was able to move stuff off the ground and use it to her advantage if need be

-

      ------“ THE GROUND SPENDS all day being stepped on by every single person, and being the resting place for literal trash. i don’t think it has any place to judge. ” she was very done with xavier’s school for the gifted. an alum, though thora was more inclined to FORGET THAT PART OF HER LIFE, occasionally she still had business on the grounds. it wasn’t a terribly far walk ... and it was an excuse to get out of her home, anyway. ( too much time spent cooped up in a place that held such horrible memories, no matter how much she repurposed it, couldn’t be healthy ). the voice had attracted her on the way out and thora’s hand smoothed its way down the thigh of her dress slacks.

      to say her expression was unamused would be a reach. neutral was more like it - her tone complimented it. “ but tell it thank you, anyway. ”

[tcxigenesis]

allsferrisinloveandwar​:

gracie’s diner | open: @c23starters

ferris rushed into the diner with the confidence and determination of someone who knew exactly what they were doing and where they were going, when in fact ferris was the complete opposite. his hands were full of various junk - miscellaneous computer parts from work (both given by his boss and stolen), metal bits found in the dumpster behind his apartment, screws and bits bought from the hardware store - that were falling out of his hands, piece by piece, bit by bit. 

and he was focused, as he usually was, going straight for an open-table, not really thinking or area of who was around him, only trying to hold onto the schematics in his mind. trying to remember each piece and each part of his newest idea before it slipped out of his mind forever. (he didn’t trust himself to try to jot down that schematics of it, out of fear of losing key components.) this invention, he knew, was too important to lose. more important than the rocket boots he was working on in his apartment or the dual microwave/freezer that was still in its beta testing phase. (it still had some bugs he needed to work out - such as, how to keep the cold food from exploding and accidentally freezing soup.)

 this invention, however, was a game-changer. it was a gauntlet that would do pretty much everything. he could already see it in his mind - hologram projection, security bypassing, step counting. it would have a calculator and everything. and it could be a phone too! he thought, as he worked quickly with the parts in front of him. it’s like he could see the device already built, right in front of him. the silhouette of it before his very eyes. it was like a ghost. he just had to put it together before it slowly disappeared forever.

“absolutely not, no, no no,” the manager said, walking towards his table. “ferris, i’ve told you so many times, you can not do this stuff in here.”

ferris was barely listening, too busy building, grabbing pieces around him.

 the manager grabbed ferris’ wrench and, thus, his attention.

“hm?”

“ferris.”

ferris waved the man off. “i’m not ordering.”

“i know. that’s the problem,” he said. “either order something or leave. and besides, you can’t keep bringing your junk in here. it can fly off and get in the food. or it can hurt someone. this isn’t the place.”

ferris finally gave the man his full attention. “if i leave now, i’ll never finish it.”

“does it look like i care?”

“but this- this is the future! do you know what this will be capable of once i finish it!?” ferris exclaimed.

-

      ------THE SCENE UNFOLDED before her like some sort of play, something screen written to fall into place exactly as it had with everything from the frenzied young man entering with an armful of ( what thora perceived to be ) junk to the manager approaching and attempting to herd the customer out. thora sat with her cup of tea - something fruit-flavored, where she quite enjoyed the flavor with just a little bit of sugar. the lighting in the diner was low-enough that she could pass for human, and pleasantly nobody seemed to want to look her in the eye. and for a while it had been quiet in the diner ---thora paying no mind to anything one way or another, before THIS scene unfolded.

      before the manager could cut in and insist the young inventor scoot thora interjected: her tone was quieter, but stern enough that the manager peered over at her instead ( it helped that she was a table away ). “ he’ll have pancakes, a stack, with syrup. a cup of coffee, and some orange juice. ” and if he didn’t eat it? it didn’t matter. maybe he’d pick. maybe he didn’t even like coffee. the manager opened their mouth to protest and thora merely smiled, “ you can put it on my bill. thank you. ”

      once he turned to shuffle away thora turned her gaze onto the frenzied other, “ continue. ”

[tcxigenesis]

seven-c23​:

Seven finds that desolate, night time streets no longer satisfy the same way walking the daytime streets do. The afternoons are still dim, even this early, with a slight cloud hanging over the city. Seven, perhaps against his better judgement went for a walk. Hood up, head bowed, successfully avoiding anyone looking his way. New Yorkers, thankfully, are an incredibly self involved bunch. Only a dog or two noticed him. Their beady little eyes turning to follow him, sniffing the air. 

His wanderings are slowly turning into finding new places to visit as a human. It’s nice, though, to at least look into places without shutters or the lights off. Especially this store. It’s teeming with life, every shade of green imaginable, leaves of every which shape and size, all dotted with bright spots of purple, white, and pretty petals. One day, he thinks, he’ll have to pop in and buy some more plants for his room. There’s a humid little spot in his bathroom that sits, unfortunately, empty.

So enamored by the sight, he doesn’t the shopkeeper notice him, not until they lock eyes. Seven freezes. A tinkling bell signals the end of a pleasant walk. Hopefully she won’t make a fuss and he can slink away.

Already ducking his head, turning to go— ‘You’re welcome in.’ Oh. He pauses, turns to look at her, properly. Purple eyes meet his large, beady black eyes. Another mutant. Looking back at her a little shocked (but the expression impossible to read on his pretty static features) Seven clears his throat and finds his voice. 

“It’s not the plants I was worried about,” he answers truthfully, referring to his own appearance upsetting others, “I would very much like to come in, if you don’t mind.”

-

      ------SHE HAD EXPECTED he would take off like a shot, disappear down the street and perhaps some alley, into the throng of people that could suddenly appear in the city as if conjured by a higher power beyond her comprehension. he looked like he was ready to bolt, really ... but he didn’t. and for some reason she found an appreciative comfort in it - and in the honesty of his admission. thora shifted, made room in the doorframe for him to pass through while holding the door open as an accent to her invitation. “ well, i don’t bite, either. and i’m the only one in here. ”

      “ you’re welcome to just browse. or if you have questions ... or if you’re looking to make a purchase. ” she could exist in comfortable silence around another person - even if she was curious about them. thora was unabashed in how she took his features in: her watchful gaze was no ounce of scrutinizing as much as it was acknowledging that she was not the only person in the world whose gifts could be SEEN. her brief stint at xavier’s school for the gifted taught her that nobody else looked quite like she did ... she stood out in a school full of people who had odditied attached to their genetics, it felt as if there was some sick poetic mockery in that entire part of her life. and at the very least thora WAS NOT SHY about speaking her mind.

      “ and i apologize for staring. i’ve never met another person like me. not ... physically like me. you’re the first. i’m a little tempted to pinch myself and see if it’s real or wishful thinking. ” she offered the softest of smiles - hoping it was a reassurance that she had zero intention on being rude. but once he was safe within the warmer clime of the store she let the door ease shut; another soft tinkle of bells announcing as much. her gaze broke, thora returned to her potted ivy and picked up the watering can to move onto the next plant that required water. “ at the very least, it’s warmer in here. so take your time. ”

[tcxigenesis]

      location: thora’s flower shop ---the sherwood florist       when: some time before 2pm.       who: @seven-c23​

      ------SHE HAD NO qualms socializing when it was work-oriented. sure, she got the occasional person who came in to gawp and stare, but thora had grown used to it in her time. she was just pleased she could blend in under most circumstances. but here ---in the confines of her own business, she felt safe. AND PERHAPS THAT WAS A MISTAKE. she knew each of the leaves as she passed by them, the petals as she crooned and watered them. she knew who liked the sun and who preferred the dark; who required some extra fertilizer because it was just a bit too chilly outside, who preferred the sunrise, who desired the company of the moonlight. there was solace in the silent growth of the plants. all kinds were welcomed: shrubs, bushes, bonsai trees, flowers, starters, house plants, bouquets ... it was her hidden third language. she spoke it better than her first.

      and it was no surprise that she always felt off in the rest of the world, against people. a flash of vibrant violet eyes was more than enough to give it away to anyone who looked on ... but she had to manage. but in here she had confidence. here she knew herself. here she did not need to pretend - the plants did not care. they loved her for who she was, because she loved them. it was lovely.

      so she crooned to her potted ivy while she tipped water into it, traced the length of its spindling vines, and mostly ignored the bustling outside of the paned glass window. but for the sight she caught in her peripheral vision. people stood outside and gazed in often. whether it was because they were considering a purchase or a browse or because they wanted to stare at her was something she didn’t pay mind to. but what she saw looking at her had her - for once - looking back. not with judgment, but curiosity. her leafy friends bid her to see for herself. so she set her watering can on the shelf beside the ivy and moved for the door. the soft tinkle of the overhead bell announced her presence as she filled the frame, and with a cant to her head she called out to the other ---just as peculiar as her. who stood out in a world not meant for them. 

      “ you’re welcome in. the plants don’t bite. ”

[soyforramen]

If you are strong enough, you will survive. That is the law of the jungle.

[widowsresolve]

and there’s nothing like a mad woman… you made her like that and you’ll poke that bear ‘til her claws come out - t.s. // “You’re directly responsible for the hell I’ve been through. Did you honestly think that I would let you get away with that?” - s.k.

[tcxigenesis]

what’s your mutant’s ability?

poison generation. thora’s entire body can be weaponized: everything from her flesh secreting venom to her saliva, to her blood. poison in this sense is a broad spectrum term to cover each variation of her capabilities - including venoms, toxins, and actual poisons she can secrete.

what’s your mutant’s classification level? (you can choose it here.)

thora toes the line between being a beta level and gamma level mutant. she cannot make her blood anything other than venomous, however she can possibly pass for human is someone overlooks her eye color. her flesh color is faint enough to pass for human - only spotted with its green tint in the right light. this would make her BETA level, at best.

how old were they when they first discovered their abilities? how did it happen?

six. her mother passed away and the immense emotional stress triggered her mutant gene. thora’s physical features shifted and her life of experimentation began.

so, what can your mutant do with their abilities?

any fluid her body secretes can be envenomed, her very flesh can be toxic to touch if she so wishes. she is immune to all known poisons, toxins, and venoms. she can use this to envenom weapons or make her own new toxins to inflict upon unsuspecting victims.

…and what can’t they do (at least, not yet)?

there is no known way to make her blood safe to handle without proper biohazard gear and measures. not that she’s interested in it ---she’s had enough of a life of poking and prodding. however this means she cannot seek medical attention by standard means, and likely her organs are also toxic. should she need a transplant, she’s fucked.

what’s one thing they hope to learn or are currently trying to learn with their abilities?

thora is always tinkering with new poisons, venoms, and toxins to use in her other line of work. she’s finding means to include them in every-day objects.

what is the most powerful thing your mutant can do with their abilities? do you think they would actually do it?

make her flesh completely toxic. she can generate fast-acting, or neurotoxins. so she can either strip the flesh from someone with caustic venom, or completely immobilize someone with her spit or a touch. and she has absolutely weaponized her ability.

what are your mutant’s weaknesses?

talked about what she can’t do - unless she seeks medical attention from a mutant with some kind of healing, thora is at the mercy of her wounds. even then, it depends on the type of healing that mutant may have. they could be accidentally poisoned by attempting to assist her. in essence: her greatest strength is also her greatest weakness.

do they use their abilities in their day-to-day life? in what ways?

it depends on the day. if she’s working contracts then yes, if she’s experimenting with her own power, then yes. otherwise no.

as a mutant, do they have any goals? dreams?

honestly she just wants to be left alone by humanity. she’s aware of how she can appear, of how she is perceived. she’s spent most of her life alone and she’s alright with continuing it that way.

how do they feel about the last 30+ years of mutant history? notably, the presidential address of 1983 and the essex house?

the essex house reminds her of her childhood. if she were to learn of the exact circumstances and nature of the house, she would likely succumbs to ptsd-induced panic attacks concerning her own upbringing. she doesn’t believe political figureheads and assumes they all lie to get themselves forward in their field, so she paid no mind to the presidential address.

@c23tasks

[cinematv]

Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Hannah Shoenfeld in The Morning Show (season 1)