Character's real name: Petunia Gardener. (Don’t you love a pair of parents with a sense of humor.)

Codename/Alias: Pix. Short of Pixy (THAT RIGHT! PIXY!!!)

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Nationality/Ethnicity: genuine American Mutt. She has such a mixed back ground it’s hard for her to really tell.

Birthplace: Kentucky

Personality:

Petunia is known for having a very cold heart. Everything is about her, and if it isn’t, it aught to be. She’ll do anything for herself, often putting up a fake front to others in order to get her own way. There are a few she will let into her heart but this would take a while. If you are fortunate to be one of those few, you have a loyal friend. She will also be loyal if someone has something that she really, really, really wants.

Petunia likes to find amusement for herself. If this amusement comes from the squirming of other individuals, mutant or human, then that is just fine. Her thought pattern can be twisted. Often throwing people off balance, and she is almost never afraid to use her powers as a threat.


Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.):

There is a set of dragon fly wings that grow out from her shoulder blades. The wings are transparent but when she is bored she’d known to take out a sharpy marker, and draw random designs on them so that when held to the light they look like a stained glass window. Through practice she has gotten quite good at that. I guess you could call that a hobby.

She also keeps pets. Do to her abilities she needs to learn about the bugs that she creates and imitates, while she is learning about a new type of insect, or arachnid, she will keep that particular bug as a pet. Giving it a name and becoming attached. Being a bug, they naturally don’t have a long life and so there will be a running gag of her loosing her pets. There may even be a thread made for her pet’s miniature graves and memorials.

Petunia can become easily distractible. She is not only an evil gal, she is an evil gal that has trouble focusing and her hyper activity will get quite amusing.


Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Petunia is a very, very bad girl. Come on! With powers like hers who wouldn’t enjoy exploiting them. Even if she is being good, she most likely has her own agenda planned.

Everyday clothing:

Petunia is one who embraces her mutation. At least the wings part. (Never mess with the wings.) She has never tried to hide them with her cloths. In fact she’s been known to make altercations to her wardrobe to better show them off. Halter tops are a quick fix. No cutting of fabric. Just through the top on and go out. She has a shear nylon coat as well that was easily altered to include slits for the wings to comfortable slip out.

The rest of her outfits often include spiked necklaces, multiple bangles, rings and things like that. Oddly enough many people do not things twice about her wings. Probably thinking they are face based on the rest of the things petunia has on.

Uniform (Optional. Required if eventually becoming part of the X-Men):

Well I really don’t plan on her joining the x-men but you never know with everything. So I probably should list a uniform for the just in case factor.

Black leather pants and top. Light to move and maneuver in but also durable enough to protect her from road rash should she find herself skidding across the street. The pants are long but the shirt isn’t instead it ends at her shoulder after forming a turtle neck like collar at her neck, Her arms are protected by arm thicker arm bands and fingerless gloves with open palms.

Pajamas:

Her PJs are the best. THE BEST I SAY!

They are hot pink silk with cows and happy milk cartons dancing around. Top that off with matching cow slippers that moo with every other step and she is styling in her sleep.


Hair color and style: her hair is black and naturally lays flat on her back and shoulders when worn long but that doesn’t mean she has to keep it that way. Petunia will get bored of such a plane look and often change it to mach her latest mood. This could be anything from a Mohawk, spikes, pigtails, or even shaving it completely off to let it regrow. She even might choose to change it’s color.

Eye color: grass green, there is also a green hue around the shadows of her eyes that comes natural to her but others would things she was warring make up. The green hue has a little bit of a shine to it like the shells of Japanese beetles. This trait stays when Petunia turns into an insect. So if one knows to look really closely at a swarm of insects, and has a chance to see their eyes, they might have a chance at picking her out.

Height: 4’ 7” because of this and her unusually young looking face people often mistake her for a child or preteen.

Build: Thin as a rake but to her thin is good. It helps those big pixy wings support her in the air.

Scars: None.. .. .. yet.


Tattoos: None.. .. .. yet.


Piercings: One in her nose and five in each ear.


Description of ability(ies):

The short description is that petunia can duplicate, multiply, and imitate an army of insects and arachnids.

The longer description is of course, well, long. Petunia is a shape shifter in a way. She can change herself into either one bug or she can divide her body into many. In the dividing her body into many she would hold out her hand and, through her palms and arms, bugs of her choice will form under her skin and wiggle free. Crawling around on there own and leaving her skin as if nothing has happened. Petunia particularly loved this ability in freaking out her little brother growing up. In making a swarm of insects she could probably hide easily in the masses this way when she becomes an insect, herself.

The range of insects petunia can change into depends highly on her knowledge of them and contact she’s gained through the year. Contact meaning she has to have touched an insect, and have studied it for a period of time, for her to be able to create them and turn into them. Controlling them takes less information and less contact time. However this still gives her many possibilities. Most of the insects she has had contact with were found either at her work (When she works at the zoo) or in her own back yard. You’d be surprised how many minions you can locate within two feet where ever you stand when you have abilities such as hers

As far as controlling her masses of insects, Petunia can have some influence on a bug she didn’t create but it is much harder. The bug still has it’s own free will she has to fight, and if she does this, she may only be able to concentrate well enough to control one at a time. So, she will normally just take the easy way out making her own. Most of the time the bugs would think as one but this becomes difficult when Petunia chooses to multitask.

When choosing to go in a bug form petunia does have a voice box and can talk, but in most cases she would probably have to be in someone’s ear before they could hear her as her vocal cords will have become smaller with her body.

Speaking of her body when she becomes an insect or spider, she will still be an insect. She will be as small as the insect she has gotten to know of that particular veriety. Insect repellents and insecticides will have a negative response from her body. She, and the bugs she chreats, will be more sensitive to those things then normal humans, but less sensitive to those chemicals then normal bugs.

Concerning petunia's flight, she can fly 2 to 3 times faster then she can run. Because her wings are shaped like a dragonfly's she has the ability to hover like one of them. Her wings also allow her a chance to move very suddenly sideways in a short burst of shocking speed that gives her a chance to dodge just like a normal insect.

Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies):

She can only manipulate bugs that are in close proximity. For her swarms she needs to keep them a within about 10 feet from her in order to keep her influence on them strong. If she is controlling one or two bugs, her maximum range goes to 20 feet for her control. The ones that slip away, even if she created them, she will eventually loose contact with. Probably after an hour with the one’s she’s created and right away with the ones she hasn’t.

When it comes to creating her miniature armies of bugs, she must be in her human form to creat them at any sort of proper speed. As the bugs she creates must have room to form under her skin, then crawl free. Less skin surface for them to come out, less bugs she can create at once. Naturally bigger bugs, or spiders, will be made in fewer numbers within a time period that smaller bugs can be made.

As for the changing into bugs thing, she would be just as weak as that bug so she would risk being squished but isn’t that worth the creep factor? Besides, if she had made more of that type of bug she had changed into how would the person doing the squishing know they were squishing her?

When Petunia changes into an insect, depending on the insect, her ADD problems can come out and show her weaknesses even more. For instance when she becomes a common house fly, she may become distracted by things like color and sweet scents. Including the sweet scents from sticky fly traps. Man those things are hard things to get out of your hair.

Fighting style (if any): Street fighter mainly but she is likely to enjoy mentally messing with her opponents more then physically. Then again having the ability to bring a poisonous scorpion out of your skin and throw it at someone would probably freak someone out.

Petunia's wings carry a draw back in cold weather. Since they are thin membranous with her blood vessels running through them. this means that heat leaves her body faster then they would normal people. So she will get cold faster then others unless she throws a coat over her wings.

History of your character:

Petunia Gardener grew up in Kentucky. Close to Church Hill Downs. Her home was a small home where her mother and father shared one side of the hall, and she shared a room with her big brother, Joshua. Early on, her family couldn’t be more perfect. Dad took her and Joshua on zoo trips, became the coach of her little league soft ball team, and came home from work to help her with her homework at night. Mom became leader for her girl scout troop, troop # 458. She could still remember the marching song her mom made of for them to sing.

’We are troop 458,
We think scouting’s really great.
If you want to have some fun,
join the girl scouts every one.’
Then the song just went into a count down. Petunia still sings it every now and then. Catchy tune, really.

In short, Petunia and her big brother Joshua were living the fantasy life. The life that everyone wants to happen, and everyone writes about happening, but that hardly ever happens. However with this perfect life, Dad bringing in hefty pay checks, and Mom always around to give her children what ever they wanted. Attention, cloths, toys, it wasn’t surprising that behind closed doors, Mommie’s little prince, Joshua, and princes, Petunia, became spoiled brats. If Petunia wanted a pony, Petunia got three ponies.

Fortunately for Petunia’s three ponies she never took an interest in them as her pets. In fact, her ponies became as spoiled as they could be as they never came inside the barn beyond the occasional once or twice a year Petunia demanded to ride, and the feeding time. Petunia was fascinated much, much more by smaller pets. The smallest pets you could imagine.

Petunia’s first fascination, with any other living thing, was with fleas. Her brother’s dog had come in one day from rummaging through the neighbor’s trash, and brought in a family of fleas. Petunia rescued three of these bugs from the dogs fur, before he was given a flea bath. The family of fleas were placed inside a jar with no lid, never trying to jump out, much to Petunia’s pleasure, but somehow Petunia knew they were growing hungry. She waited till the next day, when her thoughts, and concerns, about her little pet’s hunger. After all, her little friends would parish if they didn’t get sustenance soon, even if they were hardy cute little things, they needed to eat someone. So Petunia asked Daddy for a pet mouse. Something small that didn’t take up a lot of room for her little buddies. As a result, Daddy got her 7 little mice, cages, and all the mouse food Petunia could manage. It was no surprise that petunia’s littlest pets multiplied quickly. Never leaving where petunia asked them to stay, except at night where she allowed her flea friends to roam on her pillow with her as she dreamed. Often waking up with the entire flea family staring up at her from the little section of her pillow that was in front of her face. It was a Sad day when Momma Fleata Died. Mom and Dad thought Momma Fleata was the name of one of her mice, but Momma Fleata was the name of her favorite flea. Always would she be remembered and always would she be replaced.

Through the years Petunia formed odd bonds with other insects. She could touch bees and wasps without fear of being stung. Even verbally telling them what flower she gave them permission to land on. As a result those did her bidding in the garden. Coming to her flower beds more frequently then the neighbors and again her family was given the perfect family neck name because everyone wanted to know their gardening techniques and yet only petunia could tell. Not that anyone really believed the ramblings of a young 8 year old girl.

Still petunia happily rambled about her little insect friends. Like Tutters Tickle Bottom the fuzzy bumble bee she carried in her pocket and the sir lance a splat, a large mosquito she named after he passed. Inspiration for his name came from obvious reasons. She found the sound Sir Lance a Splat annoying with the sound he always made. So she told him to fly out in front of a car, and he did.

Still no one else believed her about her insect friends. What she learned from them. Mom and Dad only smiled and nodded making comments on what a smart child they must have, for her imagination was so active. Her brother wasn’t much help either. Poking fun at the young Petunia when ever he could come up with what he thought was a good pun. But her bugs believed her. The bugs had to believe her because she told them to do so.

When Petunia was 12, her parents fell under rough times. Daddy’s business, what ever that was, had gone under and the life that Petunia and her brother had grown so use to, was slipping away. As a result, petunia found herself competing with her brother for everything. Mom picked up a job to help pay for bills. Less time and patience to spend on her two lovely children. Two children that were beginning to look much less lovely in her eyes as when ever she turned around, they were making demands on her, she no longer found herself capable of for filling.

One night, her and her brother were arguing again. The sudden change had brought on a lot more stress between the two and somewhere in their argument Petunia was shoved down to the ground, banging the back of her head against a table behind her. She doesn’t remember a lot of what happened next, other then the fact that there were suddenly a lot of different types of insects squirming around her, then they were all squirming on Joshua. Swarming and biting down on his skin. Scaring Petunia almost as much as they were scaring Joshua. She yelled for her friends, where ever they had come from, to stop. And gradually they did.

Petunia was shaken, but Joshua was rambling like a mad man, pointing his finger and jabbering on about Petunia being a witch. She refused to believe him, as did Mom and Dad. They complained that Petunia’s stories about the bugs were all fun but he shouldn’t make lies that were so easy to see through as he was the older one and petunia was still young enough to have her day dreams. Still Petunia knew that there was some truth to his story.

She began staying up at night, trying to figure out how what had happened, happened. Where her bugs had come from, and how obedient they could become. It was two weeks before she created another bug. Then another few days before she recognized her own thought process that lead to the creation of an insect. Mean while her brother and her had began going at each others’ throats again. Soon things became physical again and again Petunia reacted with what came natural. Making her little wiggly friends lash out for her. Where her brother was too strong to physically fight, she would take him down physically with what were known as the weakest creatures on earth.

Time went on and she began learning to control the insects she created as if they were nothing more then an extension of her own arm. No longer having to think through every little move she could control her little friends to walk a perfect line, as if she were drawing it on a page. Even becoming dexterous with her little friends, enough to ask them to turn a screw.

Mean while she had began taking little bits of revenge on her brother. He was no longer the tall strong kid she had to look up to, but someone who now panicked at the sight of a house fly. Mom and Dad took him in for psychological evaluation. Something Petunia took much joy in watching. So her brother became her training tool as she secretly drove him insane with her insect friends.

Over time, he was in and out of the asylum. Getting better the worst then better then,.. well you get the idea. Petunia was 16 when her brother, Joshua, was permanently admitted and to this day she continues to visit him, both during the scheduled visiting hours and the hours off visiting times. When the patients were supposed to be alone.

Now, her brother has been transported to a hospital in New York and just for her own entertainment, Petunia has followed him. Looking for entertainment for herself and to see what gains she can find for herself.


Sample RP:

Petunia had just left her parents place. This time for good. Years of bad judgment, all on their part, and bad run ins with the law, again all on their part, had lead up to this moment. She was going to finally do what she wanted. Nothing for anyone else anymore. No never. This last visit was only to prove a point and she had left a lasting impression.

A smile formed across her lips as she could only imagine what was going through their head, as she left them sitting in the living room. Mouths wide open. Yeah. She’d come back after so many years just to show off. To tell that their nightmares were true and not just dreams they told their shrinks.

From now on Petunia would never see them again but they would wonder. Oh how they would wonder. When they spread honey on their toast, they would wonder if they were sampling petunia’s cooking. When they cursed in the middle of the night because the crickets were singing too loud they would wonder if that was petunia showing off her musical talent. When they passed a maggot filled road kill they would wonder if petunia was feasting tonight. And here was the best thought of all. When they where passed by the innocent butter fly, drifting across their path in the wind, they might just look close to see if it was petunia, giving them the finger.

Where did you learn about this site?:

I was bored looking for rp boards to advertise on only to find them all abandoned. Then I clicked the mini banner and stumbled on this one. So here I am.

(WereCat here. *Grins.*)

Hmm...another bad girl. Interesting character.

Well as you would know, Syn, bad girls are just so much fun. And thank you.

Oh yes, I do know bad girls are fun. You're most welcome.

Welcome to MRO!
Really interesting character. If you need some help getting started feel free to send a PM or otherwise check out this Link created by one of our existing members to help out the noobs!

*narrows eyes, and levels a pointed finger at Petunia*

You and me, bug-girl, in an all-out to-the-pain Battle of the Pajamas. I scoff at your pink silk and your bovines--I laugh at their lactations!--and slip cozily into my own sky blue PJ suit. With sheep. Numbered sheep. Numbered sheep jumping black fences.

I may even be drinking warm milk as I challenge and scoff and laugh. Not that I'll need it. Because I'll be wearing numbered sheep jumping black fences amidst clouds.

*Takes on a wanabe Chinese, movie dubbed style accent and rubes chin while staring at Calley.*

Ah, you may have magnificent clusters of counting sheep, but your counting sheep are no match for my mooing, lactating, jingling bell slippers. Making cartoon cows dance in and out of my dreams all night. Hahahaha.

Dreams... or nightmares?

dun-dun-DUN!

I don't know fi Pix can really tell the difference....

A little line art image I sketched out while waiting for my art history class to start. and ok... a little here and there while my art history class was in progress but honest, I did most of it out side of class.

*raises eyebrow at mention of pink-silk-moocow pajamas* *memory bells jingles fitfully* *smiles slowly, like the dawn of a new age* My Jemmy-sense is tingling...... Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! The pink-silk-moocow pajamas! Gotta' love it. ;D

If anyone is interesting in following Pix’s story line, here is a list of her threads that she has been in

Pix was introduced in the middle of the registration act plot.

Happy Meal Despite the title no one eats anything. But Pix does find a snow shoe hare that had the ability to emit electricity and become the size of a bucking tiger. They two faught with flower power and bity itchy goodness. Somehow from there, though Pix really doesn’t know nor care how it worked, she became a part of the resistance.

Tick Tock Petunia runs into Gore on the streets and makes him make crunchy music by stomping on her bugs.

Being Bugged Petunia’s fun on the street is halted by the flying masked hero in a super suit Redemption. Here redemption tries to talk her out of her evil fun loving, human hurting ways. Will his message stick? I have no idea yet.

THE ARMOURY Petunia meets Hades to receive her weapons for the raid on the registration camps.

Stage 2 of Escape Pix manages to make more than just her enemies uncomfortable as she prepares her troops for battle.

To Sooth The Savage Beast Pix being nice. For her own reasons

Stage 3 of Escape Pix might of actually found a friend… Might…

Coffee Buzz The true beverage of choice is revealed.

The Tabloids

Pix has chosen a secret career that she can work on with the cover of having her first job with the community at the New York City Zoo. And what a fun job this one is.

Tabloid Article I SpiderCat, Hero, Menace, or Urban Myth?

FP History-In ten years, nothing much really changed about Petunia. She is now a 34 year old who still looks like she is in her early twenties. If not still a late teen. In the years she decided this look new look in mutation could be in part from her mutation, but she hasn’t yet found any links of benefits from her aging in her looks. It could just be the way some actual humans age. Being lucky enough to look younger than she actually is.

Petunia worked in the zoo part time for 7 years into the future. Continuing to take her power for granted. Believing that it would always be there to back her up. However the zoo job, as interesting as it was, couldn’t keep her attention. She needed something else. She started taking up Journalism assignments from tabloids. Using her bug abilities to get part of a story, though she was always too distracted to get an entire store correct, then putting her own spin on the holes of her articles. No one believes the tabloid anyways so it’s not that important. She never signed her own name. In stead, she called herself the bug eyes writer. Developing a following of people who didn’t even know who she was, and with her self becoming a legend, she had a few tabloid written about herself and her own conspiracies by others. Titles including ‘Buggings in the White House’ a conspiracy about how pix had reported the color of the president’s underwear with the use of little robots, (Truth was she just guessed correctly.) and ‘Eny, meany, miney.’ And article that suggested that there was more than one bug eyed writer. An accusation that wasn’t all that far away from the truth based on the fact that pix could split herself into more than one insect at a time.

Through her tabloid writing, Pix learned how to concentrate on a single bug. Using that bug to look through it’s eyes and ears as it was sent on it’s own missions or scouting.



Petunia’s power growths-Petunia still has a small attention span. Particularly when she is in her insect form. So for her new ability, she has to be human because other wise she just can’t focus enough to keep control of her little scout.

Weakness- to Petunia’s new power is that when she is controlling that single bug over a long distance, she has to go into a sort of trance. She can’t have her swarms of bugs around her because she has to work on just that one connection with her bug that she is looking through the eyes of. This bug must be a bug she made, and if she were to be working to control that one bug, she could be attacked by the swarm of her own creation.