Individual
Character's full name: Xavia A. Worshahlai
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable) Dryad
Gender: Female
Age:34
Birthday: June 3, 1983
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Hungarian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Hungary
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Naturally Black, Curly (sometimes straight), and long. Right now it is manic Panic Blood Red
Eyes: Caramel Brown
Height: 5'6"
Build: Slender
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: The backs of her hands are roadmapped with scars that looked to be from a lash. She also has collected many scars eksewhere, such as stretch marks. But they do not make her less attractive.
Other features: Pretty gorgeous, but not in the cliche way, her nose might be a little too large and her eyes too far apart, but her killer smile makes up for that fact. You will be able to smell her before you see her, she usually smells like hothouse roses.
Everyday clothing style: Preppy, she likes to wear silk and lace, and lots of jewelry that depict plant life. She has also taken to leathers for riding her Harley.
Uniform: (if applicable)
Sleepwear: All Natural, but if kids are involved, t-shirt and shorts/
Miscellaneous clothing: Has many costumes, likes to play dress up.
Character
Personality: (How you character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.) Is pretty shy and sweet, usually, but if someone pushes her buttons the right way, she will turn psycho. It is hard to make her mad.
Hobbies/ Interests: Plants are her life. She loves to collect exotics, succulants, perenials, annuals... etc... etc.... etc...
Job or part time job and description: (if applicable) Independent Singer
Jobs can be established later through in character RPing. If you plan on working at the mansion it will have to be approved.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Bugs and fire.
Special talents: (not related to mutation) She is a former concert Pianist, she can also sing like an angel.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: (please explain)Good – She had once not cared for any particular alignment, but she is moving toward goodness, wanting to use her gift for something besides personal gain. She would help old ladies cross roads with her gift if she could.
Mutations
Mutation description: She can take the shape of a plant, and manipulate flora
She can transform into any plant she chooses, but has less control when she is in a rage. For instance, she could be standing on the side of the road when some random attacker smacks her against the head, and she gets mad... The plant she turns into or draws from is random. No, she cannot point to the ground and make something grow, it either grows from her body (the first stages of transformation but with the minimal effort), or she has to physically touch the ground and transfer her energy into the earth (which, depending on what she is trying to grow, takes varying levels of energy. It takes her longer to force a tree to grow than it would take for her to push some daisies.) And this only works in the immediate area (think personal space) and the plants will wither away if she moves out of a 10 yard circle
She can manipulate plants that are already there to grow from seed or nothing, but not when her stamina or strength is low. She can also manipulate the plants to move a certain way, i.e. curl around someone’s wrist or tickle someone’s foot, but not while she is a plant herself because it takes too much energy to shift into a plant. She can only control up to 5 different species at once, and they all must be within the radius, with the exception of larger plants, which she can only manipulate up to two whether they are the same species or not, and she would not be able to manipulate other plants at the same time. If she is controlling one species, she is concentrating less and can manipulate as many as she needs to so long as her energy is not sapped too much, but the radius is halved.
Her clothes stay with her if she shifts as long as the material is not man made, or of animal origins (i.e. leather would probably fall off, but cotton would not) She tries to stay away from wearing leather if she knows she has to fight. If she is wearing the leather when a fight happens, well, hopefully she is wearing cotton underwear and bra, otherwise she really is nature girl.
The longer she stays a plant, the less likely she is able to shift back into her norm until she is knocked out. She has approx. 30 minutes to shift back to her norm, or she will have to spend thrice the amount of time it takes for her transformations... She is a plant, and plants can be harmed like any other thing. If she gets hit by a blade, she still bleeds. It depends on the type of plant she becomes on what type of harm she can handle and not handle. If she is a tree, well, punching a tree would hurt, yes? But if she is a blade of grass, she can be crushed underfoot. Fire would not immediately do critical damage, being that live plants usually have moisture. She would smolder, and then catch fire, and if the fire isn’t handled in time, she could possibly die. Hopefully, she is able to not catch fire because that would be bad.
As far as what kind of plants she can turn into, she cannot turn into any species in the world. She must have some form of interaction with said plant before she can turn into it. She has to touch it, smell it, and sometimes taste it. It takes her between 30 seconds to learn the species, 5 minutes to transform into that the first time, and every time she transforms it takes less and less time to form, but no less than 30 seconds. If she is fully transformed, she cannot move from the spot she is in, if she is still somewhat human, she can still walk/run, but will freeze the moment the mutation takes full effect.
She has no limit to the size of the plant, but the bigger the plant, the longer it takes to shift. Her normal range of manipulation is a 20 ft radius, another 10 when she is rained on and/or in full sunlight. The further she gets away from plants she has manipulated from already thriving plants, they simply return to normal. If she brings the plant to life herself, they will wither and die.
When she is in plant form, only her thoughts are of human origin, she cannot see or hear, but sense through tremors in the ground how far an enemy or person might be, as well as sensory communication with plants in a 5 ft radius, leaving less time to react. She can’t hear when people are around, and the other plants don’t actually talk to her, but it is assumed they release a chemical that she may or may not react to, the way humans release endorphins. – Also want to add that it is less likely for her to shift into plant form when it is in the middle of winter, as it is cold and plants don’t normally like cold.
Strengths: Sunlight and rain: She can manipulate plants from farther away. When fortified with sunlight and rainwater, her strength is increased by half, and she has a better range of her manipulations. However, the further the plant is from where she stands, the shorter the lifespan.
Weaknesses: Fire, and Frost
Her attacks slow way down, and she is more easily dispatched when confronted with fire and frost, much like any plant. If it is a particularly strong fire attack, she goes up in flames until she is KO, she will shift back into human form and STILL be on fire. She has X amount of time before she burns to death. The longer she stays a plant, the less likely she is able to shift back into her norm until she is KO, and the weaker her attacks get. It would be harder for her to grow a plant from nothing. It would take her more time, and leave her open for attack.
**Power Growth Added (July 10, 2017)**
Growth description:Plant Possession:
Xavia can jump into a plant the same way a ghost can jump into a person, thereby taking control of said plant and different things that a plant can do.
She can meld into one tree at a time, one bush, or an area of small plants to accommodate her body mass. While possessing the plant(s), she retains her senses, though sight and sound are distorted. She is able to control movements of the plant(s). Her time limit within the meld is up to 60 minutes. She touches the plant(s) she intends to go into, and her body completely melds into it, making it so she takes on traits and attributes of the specific plant(s). She can meld up to 15 times a day safely, with emergency only five more times in reserve that might amplify weaknesses or side effects.
She will hear a tearing sound going in and out of the plant. If she is thrown out of the plant, the sound is more like a wet, yucky sound.
Strengths:
When in a tree, she can withstand more damage as it is harder to damage a tree; the bark and wood provides armor
When spread between small plants, i.e. a field of flowers, she can pull herself out of a flower that is being damaged while retaining meld with the rest.
She can simply just pull herself out of the plant without harm if she does it within her time limit or before damage is done to the plant... Or if she is shifting from close to ground, it will kind of be like if she came out of the dirt and was just laying there.
She can amplify one attribute of a plant if the plant has potential for airborne uses; like if she is split between poppies, she can make the pollen more potent in order to cause someone to possibly suffer side effects such as drowsiness of inhaling the pollen, and this is due to her ability to produce said pollen on her own.
Weaknesses:
She cannot hop into multiple plant species, they must be all of the same species or the meld cannot happen.
If she is spread between multiple units, she has fragmented vision, and sounds would echo and distort.
When the plant is significantly damaged, she is thrown from the possessed plant(s); petals being plucked or branches being broken, for example.
She cannot control plants that she is not melded into.
She can get hurt in the process of the damage to the plant(s), and can feel what the plant feels.
She does not teleport between plants
Side Effects of overdoing it: Being thrown out of the meld forcefully, headache, nose bleed, fatigue, injury from being thrown out
When thrown out, she might get thrown about ten feet and as little as five.
Her senses are affected by being in a plant. Once in the plant(s):
Sight – Singular: She sees a monochromatic pallet of colors, and it is like looking through a fisheye lens
Sight – Plural: Her sight is fractured like a broken mirror with the same color pallet.
Sound – Singular: The sound is muffled
Sound – Plural: The sound is muffled and echoing
Feel – She feels what the plants feel
Fighting Style (if applicable)
Explanation: She fights with her fists and feet when she needs to (punching and kicking)
Pros for fighting style: She has a mean, right hook, she can kick pretty high and do some gymnastic style moves with ease. No bullets/blades.
Cons for fighting style: Her left hand is a bad aim. She cannot jump very high, and her speed is moderate with everything but her right hook. No bullets/blades.
Faction Allegiance
The X-men/ The Order/ The Kabal/ Other/ Unaffiliated
All new characters start as unaffiliated. Joining a faction can be established through in character RPing. You don't ever need to be affiliated with one of the factions.
History Of Your Character:
Xavia was born in Hungary and immigrated with her family at a young age to the city of Kalamazoo, MI, where her father started a greenhouse business and soon brought in the riches to his family. His youngest daughter was the light of his eyes, and very spoiled in comparison to her siblings. This affected her attitude, and she because a mean girl for a long time. She was quite arrogant, she thought mutants were the scum of the earth, and she treated everyone who was not worth it in her eyes, like they were inferior. But then, she would find out that she was what she hated most in the world...
Xavia had been abducted as a teenager, her friends killed, her family devastated, and the whole town of Kalamazoo left asking questions. She was the most popular girl in school, why would anybody set out to do that to her and her family? For a year, the mystery remained, and Xavia was still missing. For a year, her family hoped, and then gave up on ever seeing her alive again. She was special to her captor… She didn’t know it, but she had power in her that could change the world if she used it right. He would get rich off of her, he was sure of it. He didn’t care that he ruined her life and killed to get his hands on her. But she hadn’t awakened yet, she was still dormant. He needed to figure out how to tap into that raw power.
You see, he’d watched her, stalked her, and breathed her. He knew her better than she knew herself, and he had her. The old man wiggled his fingers in delight when he saw her pretty face, and he cackled in that mad scientist way. “Soon, my dear, you will blossom.” The first day he had seen her, he was fascinated by the things she did without her own volition. How the flowers seemed to bend toward her hand if she reached to touch the blossoms, how the grass perked up and seemed brighter, how even the trees sighed happily with the breeze of her passing. He followed her, then had her followed, and finally hired the right man for the job of nabbing her.
For the next year, he was her father. He brought his rose to life. He experimented with injections, temperature control, sun lamps, and plants until the day she finally bloomed. He took notes the whole time, of course. And finally satisfied, he let her back out into the real world to observe her in her “native” habitat.
Human X had most of the information they wanted, and she returned home in a zombie-like state, flowers growing at her feet in the middle of winter.
Several years later and she was kidnapped again by the same people. She ended up in New York City and ran into all kinds of trouble; squatting in houses, running into lots of bad guys, and even ended up in Romania along the way as a means of running from the man who loved her and who she loved. She was captured there and tortured, losing her memory for some time. When she returned to the states, she was a different person.
It was after she recovered her memory that she had a brief reuniting with Jupiter... One thing led to another and she became pregnant but had to go on tour due to her contract... Then she found out her father was ill and had to go home to Michigan, where she found out she was pregnant. She gave birth to a baby girl, Delilah, who is four now. Her father passed away shortly after. She stayed in Michigan for a few years to help with the business.
New York was never too far from her thoughts... She has since returned and the shennanigans continue... She currently lives in the house she squatted in, she owns the greenhouse business and because of expanding, has gained quite a bit of pay off... On top of her album sales.... and the fact she now works at the mansion as a Biology and Botany teacher. Okay, so the woman keeps busy.
She gave birth to a baby girl, Delilah, who is four now.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: My best friend, aka Pixiewercat
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: I have many in various realms, but this would be my first, here.
Sample RP:
It was a balmy night in August when she made her return to New York City, her body sheathed in leather from head to toe and on her shiny new Harley. She rolled to a stop in a residential area, booted feet pressing to the pavement in front of the old Victorian house she’d once squatted in. Memories flashed through her head as she gave a sidelong glance toward the beautiful edifice, once tattered and vacant, now flourishing with fresh paint and restored glory. Hell, the sod still looked like it had been freshly rolled out.
A ghost of a smile touched her lips, and she pulled off the helmet that protected her head. Blonde hair fell in a braid over her shoulder with the movement of her actions, while supple fingers gently placed the straps of said helm around one handlebar of the bike. She turned and looked at her new property.
Xavia’s hips swayed and her pants creaked as she began to walk toward her home. Her keys were then retrieved from her pocket and jangled as she slid the correct key into the lock, shaking with anticipation. When the lock clicked, she pressed the button at the top of the long brass handle and pulled that heavy door open, and she reached in to turn the knob for the foyer lights. The chandelier flared to life above the gleaming floors, and the newly restored piano that she’d had taken from this very house to be saved.
A breath that she didn’t know was baited was released as she entered her home, and she headed straight for the bench that sat in front of said piano. A small laugh bubbled forth as she slid to the center and lifted the cover that lay between her and the keys. Her fingers shook as she touched the ivory and played a few notes... She launched into playing some Bach, her body relaxing and beginning to sway.
As she closed her eyes and bent her head foreword, memories of things began to fill her thoughts… It seemed like forever and a day since she’d made a pile of ripped blankets on a dusty old mattress into a bed in the bedroom upstairs, before she’d been rescued by her red prince and taken away to a better place. And then she’d run away from him… Her head rolled back and her mouth opened, the smell of roses seeming to seep out of her pores and through the house as she remembered her love for the man in question, the man she’d not seen since the fateful day in Romania…
The music was beautiful and graceful as it left her fingertips and traveled through the grand piano. Her feet touched the pedals that caused the sound to stay longer, and memories of everything that had happened since then. The loss and return of her memory, her career becoming a tour across the country as she opened up for various artists of more note than she held, and finally, the visit to her family for the first time since she’d been taken from Kalamazoo… “My darlink… My darlink!” her mother had sobbed into her shoulder, “Ve thought you died, Sa-vee-ah… Your poppa, he is sick vith heart ache…” Xavia remembered visiting her father, holding his hand as he died with peace in his heart, knowing his beloved baby was alive and safe. She remembered the funeral, and the burial… She said goodbye to him then, and made peace with the lost souls of her friends, and she hugged her mom goodbye and left town again. There was nothing left for her in Mid America besides heart ache.
When she finally made it back to New York, she felt different. There was no longer fear holding her back, nor the blank canvas of her amnesiac brain. She was whole and filled with a sense of renewal. She was someone who could stand up and face her enemy without trepidation… She understood herself so much more now, she knew who and what she was. No more hiding…
With the final notes ringing, a soft breath left her. Xavia was brought to the present, to where her hands were poised above the piano keys. When she looked around her, the room was filled with growth, potted plants having become thrice their sizes. Emotion formed a lump in her throat, and she slowly unfolded herself to a stand, reaching up to unbutton her vest. From there, she went to explore the house…
It was good to be home.
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Picture References
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