Individual

Character's full name: Vance Octavia
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name:
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Date of Birth: (03/06/1991)
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: England
Nationality: English
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: White Upper-class.

Appearance

Hair color and style: Grey knee length hair swept back over his shoulders.
Skin Tone: Pale white almost sickly looking.

Eye Color: A dull grey.
Height: 5"11
Build: Slim shoulders and slender limbs.
Visible mutation: None

Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None
Other features: None

Everyday clothing style: A white silk shirt with ruffles, slim grey trousers over knee high white boots and a jacket with cuffs and large lapels.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: None
Miscellaneous clothing: He carries with him two tubes filled with plastic medical capsules. Each tube contains a seed for a plant from his own collection.



Character

Personality: Despite his actual nature Vance behaves in a manner befitting a member of the upper class, he speaks in clear although cold annunciated and un-contracted English accent. During his childhood and much of his teen life he was subjected to elocution lessons along side his home school studies, for this reason he usually acts quite formally even in informal situations.
All this set aside however he is cold pragmatic individual to whom the end justifies the means. He will be as civil and polite as he possibly can be about any matter he attends to but has no qualms about taking what he wants. He therefore has little true moral or ethical code when it comes to getting what he wants.

He will usually have a smile on his face whether its a true smile or a smirk of derision will depend entirely on the situation.

Hobbies/ Interests: Botanical study, gardening, money and alcohol .

Job or part time job and description: He has a number of investments that pay him large dividends each quarter.

Fears/ phobias/ concerns: None.
Special talents:[/b] Because he gets his life energy from plants he does not need to eat. Despite his size and the fact that he is not required to eat or drink any longer he is able to hold his alcohol surprisingly well, years of practice and all that.


Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Morally ambiguous, he is neither good all of the time nor bad all of the time, he is in the grey area between. He might do good if it is in his best interest, he might commit some terrible evil again if it is in his best interest. (RP will probably decide which path i take if any)


Mutations

Mutation description:
Botanomancy(Chlorokenisis): Vance has the ability to control plant life in the surrounding area.
This control at the moment covers 3 basic aspects which include:Sensing, Life(growth or movement) and Death of plant life.
With this mutation Vance is fuelled by "life energy" either his own or that of a plant.

Strengths:
-Sense: He is able to sense the plant life around him as well as sense things through the plant life around him. This is an almost passive task.
-Growth (Life-Cycle): Vance can expend his own or collected life energy to move a plant forward or backwards through its own life cycle. Growing a seed into a plant or a tree into a seed. Vance can also use this to shrink or grow a plants actual size. He is able to stimulate growth in a particular direction to move plants to his will.
The speed at which he can move a plant is based on two factors, One being the thickness of the plant thinner vines will be far easier to move where as a tree trunk would be much harder. The second factor is the amount of energy he uses to move it. Thick plants with little energy expenditure will move far slower than thin vines where he uses lots and lots of energy into them.
To grow a plant from seed to plant or seed to tree is again controlled by the above factors. Plants or vines will grow in ten minutes or so with no extra energy needed. Trees will take about half an hour to grow fully with no additional energy. Vance can cut the amount of time taken to grow plants by pumping more energy into them. 25% more energy will cause a plants growth to double he is able to grow plants in seconds but this is without recharging a one use only trick.

-Death: Vance is able to drain the life out of plants increasing his own and using it as fuel for his power, the plants die during this process.

Weaknesses and Limitations:
Power specific:
-Sense: This power has a range of 10m it is always active and so unless he is actively shutting it out he is prone to sensory overloads.

-Growth: This power has a range of 5m and is limited by the amount of life energy he has stored.
The shrinking of plant life and the reversal of a plants life cycle are energy light uses of the power, however to grow a plant beyond its original size or to speed up the growth process of the plant requires a moderate amount of energy.
To move a plant to his will requires a low level of energy but it is a constant drain on his energy levels.
At the moment Vance can store about enough energy to use this mutation six times before he starts using his own life energy. Vance is also able to bring plants back to life using his own energy, this again uses a moderate amount if energy.

-Death: This ability is used to fuel his own life and the use of his mutation, without the life of other plants he will die and could not use his powers for long. This process requires that he be touching the plant with his skin.

General:
-Fire, Vance is himself not any more flammable than any other human BUT his plant life will not fair well against it.
-Chemicals, Any chemical dangerous or damaging to plant life will do the same to Vance’s plants and once they are dead he has no control over them.
-He does not need to eat like a regular person, he must absorb the life energy of the plants around him.
-To use his powers he has to have absorbed enough plant life before or while he uses the ability. If he does not have enough stored life force he will start to use up the life of his own body. This will cause him to become sick and eventually die, the only cure to his sickness in this stage is to feed on plant life.


Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: Being a member of the upper class means that he is weak physically since he has had no need to do much of any sort of physical labour his whole life this too means his stamina is quite low, similarly since he has had little danger or need to build up a resilience in his life and so is quite susceptible to damage. He was born with fast reflexes however able to react as fast as the top 25% of people. His speed is above average but with his lack of any notable stamina means it is not something he can maintain for long.

Fighting Style: Block button, block button, block button, crouch block.

Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
History Of Your Character
Vance was born in England in 1991. His parents were married before his birth but it was a marriage of convenience more than anything else. They did not particularly want to have a child but all of their friends were happily married and cooing over one another’s babies or children. His parents like many members of the upper class felt that they had to fit in to avoid possible scandal.
In this particular social circle there was an unspoken competition between its members, who has the biggest house, the nicest maids, hottest pool boys or the most exotic object. Since they were not by any means the richest in this circle, Nor did they have the largest house or in fact any servant that was notably better than others their child had to be better, prettier and smarter than the others... They thought about it for weeks and then months but finally came up with the itea of not just having a surrogate mother but allso have the fathers genes come from a sperm bank as well. This way he would have the best genetics money could buy.
They chose a surrogate so as not to ruin his mothers figure, But again to avoid possible scandal she wore a fat suit for the duration of her "pregnancy".

He was born into a luxurious but cold loveless world. He was raised by maids and nannies who would present him to his parents every so often as a sort of progress report on his development. By the time he was old enough to understand that his parents were not the ones looking after him and old enough to understand the value of money he all but lost interest in the idea of a family in the conventional sense at least. He had all the toys he wanted and nothing but time on his hands. When he was not being home schooled or at his elocution lessons he was left to his own devices, which at the time included chemistry, biology, economics and psychology. He had one other interest but never quite understood why, His Garden. He was always drawn to the garden he had no idea how to attend to the plants specifically he just enjoyed sitting watching the gardeners work and the plants swaying in the wind. It was an odd fascination even to him.

Around about the time he was sixteen he started to look frail and sick, his father wanting to make sure his child didn't appear weak took great interest in almost every aspect of his life. It did not make any sense to Vance at the time, as far as he was aware there was no reason why his father should suddenly care about him. To begin with his father would join him in the garden it was an awkward silence but eventually after many forced conversations they found topics of common interest. Six months down the line still looking ill his father struck him a deal that to Vance came out of the blue, His father would have the entire garden remade to Vance's request but in return Vance would have to attend regular health trips to a "doctor" and not tell his mother what happened there. Vance was concerned about attending a doctor that his father felt the need to air-quote. But after the main stream health service and even private medical care could not cure or diagnose him he felt his father was right when it was their last choice. These visits to this "doctor" would range between what he expected at routine doctors visits, physical examinations, blood tests and that sort of thing to odd tests that would probably be considered inhumane.
His father seemingly bent on monitoring him now almost 24/7 even started to include him in the "gentlemen’s club" that his father and his male social circle members had. Vance did not once question his fathers motives, nor did he question the "doctor" or the odd drugs he was given.
This ignorance lasted until he was seventeen when he and his father were drinking out in the now almost complete garden as they usually did. Vance was once again much to his fathers distaste sprawled on his back bare footed on the grass whilst his father sat at a table. When Vance drunkly asked why his father took an interest in him last year, his father attempted to avoid the question or pan it off as caring, which he had done little of before. But Vance pushed further and further until it turned into a debate this probably would not have happened if alcohol had not been involved. Vance threw himself to his feet, staggered slightly and challenge his father eye to eye, man to man. His father followed suit, he stood up and towered over Vance. This stare down probably lasted for no more than a few minutes before Vance chickened out and broke eye contact, he looked down at the ground in defeat and jumped in fright, The grass around his feet was dying. His father startled by his son jumping a foot into the air attempted to stumble backwards but found his feet bound to the floor, His father fell and cracked his head of the metal garden table. Dazed and confused his father pulled at the roots that had secured them selves around his shoes whilst Vance cowered on top of the table mumbling about not touching the ground ever again. Vance had not even noticed the roots around his fathers shoes he had been more concerned about the circles of dead grass that appeared to be expanding from where he stood. He sat in the foetal position on the table and refused to touch anything for a good fifteen minutes or so. His father in an attempt to divert Vances panic or attention decided to come out about how none of his genetics where his or his mothers, and that his father had read a alot recently about children or teens getting "ill" and actually it was because they were one of these powered individuals that were springing up all over the place.

Vance was confused and excited all at once and not once did it cross his mind to be irritated at his parents for keeping it from him. It was not even a certainty that he was a mutant but every day he attempted to re-create the incident in some guise fashion or form but was unsuccessful until his eighteenth birthday.
It was the dinner of his eighteenth birthday, his mother and father were arguing over which pool boy to fire so they could afford another gardener. This on its own was not uncommon the turn over rate of maids,pool boys or gardeners was astronomic in this house hold as one was replaced by another. The arguing did not bother Vance he was used to it and on most occasions would chime in, It was as close to a family activity as they had. He on this occasion however had no preference... He hated both pool boys. Alcohol was involved as it always was and no different from many other times Vance had had his fair share as well. Everyone got more and more drunk and accusations started to fly, Vance's father accused his mother of sleeping with the pool boy she was arguing to keep. The maids quite rightly began to back out of the room not wanting to attract any attention from his mother. The argument became more heated, one thing led to another and his mother Silvia threw the closest candle holder at Vance's father. If it were not for her rage she would have most definitely been under the table which how much she had had to drink. This of course did nothing to help her already shockingly bad aim as it was off by about 6 foot. The candlestick and now extinguished candle hurtled towards Vances head, his quick reactions dulled only slightly by the alcohol kicked in as he closed is eyes and numbly raised an arm in defence only to find the impact he expected never arrived. He gingerly opened one eye to see the candle stick being pulled into the floral center piece on the table.
He looked around as his mother gawked in silence and his father tried to hide an exited smile. When she finaly looked like she was up to processing any sort of information his father explained to his mother what he had explained to Vance in the garden. Vance was still unsure of how he did it. His parents looked at one another, quickly got up and escorted him to the garden. They explained to him that they wanted him to try and redo what he had done at the dinner table. The next hour or so was probably the first time Vance had enjoyed spending time with his both parents at once on a personal level. The time was spent throwing objects towards him while he attempted to defend himself. Throughout the night they would have to move around as the plant life around him died or became to thick for him to be seen through.

He awoke the next morning with his first hangover, multiple bruises from objects he failed to catch and feeling quite lethargic. He wandered the manner in search of his parents, they were in no better a state aside from the lack of bruises. They returned to the scene of last nights activities and tried to remember everything that happened... The garden was a mess, circles of dead plants and grass, trees where there had been non before and walls of vines surrounded dead grass, it was a mess Vance attempted to fix it but collapsed onto the grass, as his hands and face hit the floor the grass began to die again and he slowly regained conciseness.

He was for the next while at least paraded in front of his parents social circle like some sort of pedigree dog. To begin with it was great fun he was the envy of most of his parents friends and even feared and revered by some in his social circle that consisted of his parents friends children.
All was going well until as it turned out one of the other children an eighteen year old girl also had a mutation. She was hydrokenetic and as it appeared far more adept at her gift than Vance was. He was very jealous of Ophelia and her gift, but he put it aside in an attempt to learn how to use his better. She was a lovely girl and had even before this had been an object of affection to a number of gentlemen in their social circle, Vance included. This he thought would give him the edge he needed over others.
She was more than willing to help Vance improve his control, find his limits and figure out how to use his ability in every day life. Life went well for the next two years until disaster struck. During a routine sparring session between him and his now life partner Ophelia in an abandoned warehouse they were confronted by a group or gang as they referred to them selves, who were under the impression that the warehouse belonged to them now. The group had no abilities to speak of, at least not on the same level of he or his partner had but they were armed. When Ophelia attempted to leave peacefully she was attacked and knocked unconscious. Vance not usually one to act on emotion alone was blinded by rage, but was still able to maintain his icy decorum. He calmly raised his arm and tossed a seed into their midst. They were allowed to feel confusion for all of six seconds before Vance pumped most of his remaining energy into the seed, vines exploded in all directions trapping all who were to slow to flee. Almost out of energy and barley conscious he stumbled over to the group of men as they began to protest. On arrival he raised a finger to one man's mouth and hushed him. He snapped his other fingers. The resultant constriction of vines showered him in blood and viscera. He collapsed onto the floor.
He awoke drenched on a grassy verge off of a pavement quite a distance from the warehouse. He had a note on him from Ophelia explaining he had two weeks to leave the country before she went to the police to report the bodies. As long as he was out of the country she would not name him.
In two weeks he pulled together enough funds to purchase a penthouse in 5th avenue in Upper east side.
This is where he has stayed for the last few weeks.




Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: t3h googles.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Noone.
Sample RP: The RP section will be part of the warehouse scene from above.

It was a blistering mid-summer afternoon in England. Inside the warehouse this heat was magnified further by the largely intact glass roof that covered it. Inside the warehouse amongst the cracked floor, scattered and broken office debris and damaged brickwork stood two individuals. One stood confidently juggling three globes of water the other who's skin glistens with sweat and water stands, One arm outstretch limply in front of him whilst the other is braced against his waist as he gasps for breath.
Vance with his soaked cloths peers up through his now matted and dripping hair to view his opponent. She always had been better than him, she was fitter and stronger than him not to mention her ability or mutation as he had now grown accustom to calling it was far more honed than his own. He was however smarter than her and at least fast enough to keep him from being caught. He used all of the energy he had to throw himself backwards and rolled limply behind an upturned table.
"Whats the matter love... You haven't run out of seeds already" His partner Ophelia called over mockingly, she could be so heartless sometimes. He looked down at his left hand and counted out the last of the seeds he had on him, One iron wood, and two climber vines. That fact she was right stung a little more. Early on in this bout she had destroyed all plant matter inside the building leaving him to use his own supply and he was now running out of plants he could control. She seamed to have unlimited energy whilst he had to quite regularly feed off of the plants he had used earlier in the battle to keep using his mutation. He rolled one of the climber vine seeds down his hand and grasped it between his forefinger and thumb enclosing the others in his remaining fingers.

By this point he had caught enough of his breath back to think about moving again, he raised himself to a crouch and peered over the edge of the table only to be greeted by a spike of water, He dove backwards and threw a seed over the table in one smooth movement. He then ran around the left side of the table dodging spikes of water with little margin for error. His partner was getting better or he was getting slower. He managed to skirt around her to a nearly demolished wall and hid.
"You appear to have missed my dear" he called over to her in an attempt to use her temper against her. He could hear her making her way over to his location, well he could here the water globes tell tale sloshing. When she got closer he pumped most of his energy into the seed that was now behind her.
"I wouldn'..." She was cut short by a vine wrapped around her neck. Vance waited for the water to hit the floor before standing up and trying his best to sort his hair.It was unusual for him to win this late on in a sparring match, the best he could usually do was defend against her until she got bored. He reached out and drained the life from the vine around her neck, it had not been particularly tight, but enough to secure his victory. The planet quickly died and part of the energy returned to him.
As his partner rubbed her neck Vance scoured the warehouse to drain the energy from every scrap of plant life he could.
"So you're quite happy with your self then" Ophelia says drolly.
"Why do you think that my dear" Vance replies. Before she could answer again they were interrupted by the loud grating crash of metal on metal followed by the exited derogatory yelps of a group of six men.
"What do we have here boys ?" One of the larger men called out, this only seamed to rile up the group he was with. Vance made his way over to stand by Ophelia.
"What can i do for you fine gentlemen ?" Vance called over polity while still fixing his hair, he looked over to where they stood and noticed his boots where there.
"Ohhhh, we've got a fancy man here, Wellll mr fancy man..." The larger man paused a second, "This here warehouse is now ours, so get out and no one need get hurt" He crossed his arms in front of his chest caused the muscles on his bare forearms to tighten. Vance raised an eyebrow, this man and for a fact the others he was with where far larger than he was but that aside they were still wrong.
"I think" Vance began in a cheerful tone, "That you will find that this building belongs to us...." He paused, "We were here first".
This did not go down well with the men who began to chatter quietly amongst them selves or Ophelia who at this point was nudging him in his side with her elbow,
"Lets just go" she says quietly and before Vance gets a chance to stop her she begins to make her way towards the exit on the other side of the group. Vance watches nervously as the men turn to watch her, a few began to whisper to one another and this set alarm bell off in Vances head, But before he could do anything one of them swung a metal pipe at the back of her head and knocked her to the floor. Vance stood flabbergasted as he watched almost in slow motion as his partner hit the floor.
"Now you see mr fancy man NOW we have a problem. You're a witness" Says the largest man again. Vance at this point was blinded by rage,
"You are right, we do have a problem" He attempted to remain calm as best he could but could not hide the venom in his voice, each syllable dripped in it. When he finished his sentence he threw both seeds towards them, the seeds in their weighted capsules rolled across the floor and ended in the midst of the group. The men looked down at the seeds and back up in confusion. Vance at this point although still infuriated was at least clam enough to think, a smile spread across his face.
"Try not to eat them" Vance called over cheerfully and with the snap of his fingers the smile was gone and the climbing vine seed exploded into life in all directions ensnaring the largest man and two others that where not fast enough to escape, the four he missed ran. Vance collapsed to one knee. He had used up all of his reserve energy and alot of his own life energy to do that. He used one hand on his knee to brace himself as he stood up, he proceeded to stumble towards the now vine snared men.
"What the fu...", the largest man's expletive was cut short by Vances finger being pushed against his lips.
"Hushh, no need for that language" Vance snapped his fingers and used the remainder of his energy to constrict the vines around the three men, He then passes out.

Very interesting! I would like to meet you at some point. *Smiles sweetly* Welcome to MRO!

Glad to have you on the boards! Welcome (officially) to MRO!

Welcome to MRO, I love the character, the play by and the mutation!

Thank you all for the welcomes. I look forward to rping with you all at some point.

Been awhile since we had a planty-type. I've always love that power; so much potential for fun. Welcome to MRO!