Post by Jane on Jun 5, 2006 8:59:48 GMT -5
(Okay, so, I tried to delete the other one because it was under the Shadowcat profile, but it only deleted the post, not the thread with the stamp in it, and then I realized I can't create new threads in Characters. So here's this again. SORRY.)
Name: Jane Dolores Martin
Codename(s): none thus far, unless you count "Janie" and "JD"
Affiliation: Unaffiliated mutant, attempting to join Brotherhood
Age: 26
Birthdate: October 16
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 (fluctuates sometimes)
Hair Color: green
Eye Color: green
Appearance (see base): Green.
She's green.
Well, she is. Six months out of the year, anyway. Her power is one of those annoying ones that alters the appearance and genetic makeup of its host significantly, which means that dearest Janey, powerful as she is, is, for half of every year, bright green. She changes with the seasons. While in spring, Jane is a gentle baby green with slightly darker, gently waving hair, summer finds her darkened to a brilliant jungle green and a mane of greenish-black hair with a much stronger wave. In autumn, she'll lose her pigment with most deciduous waves, and her hair will come out a bright, curly red - true red, not marmalade-red - and her skin will lighten to a rich gold. In winter, she looks as she did before the change: skin of an average shade just to one side of pale and her hair stick-straight and dirty blonde. Her eyes are the only part of her which never changes color: they're always a light green, the color of celery or new growth, slightly strange against the black pupil.
Her ability to control plants has made her sort of into one, though she remains human enough to have most of the usual vital organs. Her skin, on the other hand, is incredibly delicate, the way the stem of most plants is; it's usually green, for instance, and it's always halfway between the consistency of a leaf and that of skin. Fingernails against her skin will do much more damage than they would normal skin; she bruises the way a stalk of grass would rather than the way a healthy girl her age should. Thankfully, she heals quickly enough, but "quickly enough" in this case means a couple days, not Wolverine-style zipping shut. For this reason, her fear of injury, Jane is always covered head to foot, anywhere she thinks someone might unwittingly touch her and hurt her - long sleeves, never shorts or skirts, and she usually wears gloves as well, long silk ones, to protect her hands, which are even more delicate than the rest of her thanks to their constant motion. The only part of her that's usually uncovered is her face and sometimes her neck and the flat area just before her cleavage.
She's a tall woman, but not a big one. She's built very slender, very - aha - willowy, with long arms and legs and small shoulders and a little waist. Curiously, her butt's a little on the large side. No explaining that one. Her breasts are small enough, A-cups, but who knows - her mother was built the same way; it runs in the family. Her face is lovely, with full lips, big eyes and a delicate pointed jaw, but she is, unfortunately, bright green, which puts off most. She's generated eyebrows for herself which never grow, since no hair grows naturally except what's on her head, which is actually more like several million extremely thin natural tendrils - it's very soft and very, very fine, but can be ripped out easily. She can't use a hairbrush and has to work out what few tangles appear either with a bath or her own fingers.
She tends to wear black, white or the colors she is, since she clashes with anything else.
Personality: Jane is not a nice kid. It's very hard to be the nice kid when you grow up green.
Her powers manifested very early, at about six years of age. Though her parents kept her around, they were the usual parents of a mutant with a physically-apparent power: since they couldn't keep up appearances, they viewed Jane as imposition on the household, keeping her locked in her room if there was the slightest chance someone could see her and making her do menial labor for her keep. They didn't love her, and Jane has never really managed to form a functional relationship with anyone because she doesn't know what they look or feel like.
Instead, she turned to sarcasm and nastiness; she has a great intuition, but unfortunately usually uses it for evil. She can dig up your greatest insecurity and prod at it after knowing you for about fifteen minutes, and she doesn't hold back much of the sharp-tongued rush that she can produce. She's learning, very slowly, to keep the really horrible stuff out, but her filter isn't that great yet.
She's slightly vicious and easy to upset emotionally - she won't cry or anything, but it's very easy to piss her off and she'll lose her head over anything. This isn't a good mix with such a strong power. Delicate as her own body is, her power, when you think about it, has massive potential, especially with the level of control and power she has.
However, if someone actually does manage to make friends with Jane, she's theirs for life. She doesn't believe in disloyalty, and she won't make many rash decisions - it's one of the few level-headed elements of her character. When she picks a side, she's there forever, unless there are some seriously extenuating circumstances.
She does believe in doing things the fastest and most efficient way, however, which means that she's more likely to side with a violent group like the Brotherhood than she is with the slower X-Men. She doesn't necessarily believe in human inferiority, but she does believe that it'll be the easiest way to get things better for mutants, and humans are dying out anyway. It's all evolution.
Jane is very intelligent. She makes connections quickly and, as mentioned before, has a very sharp intuition, both for people and for situations. She has an ability to predict actions and situations that borders on precognizance, but which is really nothing more than an overdeveloped sense of logical outcome. This is one of very few places she uses logic. She has always believed that emotions exist in a different sort of reality than does logic, and that emotional actions have a higher purpose than do thought-out ones. Emotions exist for a purpose, she reasons, so you should go into situations using them.
She's a little messed-up. She doesn't like intolerance. At all. Which is kind of intolerant, but.
Powers and Abilities: Jane can control plants. She can change their cellular structure, making them into other plants of even nonexistent ones; she can make them grow extremely rapidly, but only insofar as there is water and convertible matter available for them to grow from. This isn't usually a problem, since she can expand root systems as far as there's ground.
Jane herself is a just-about-equal split between a plant and a person. She's got the skin junk going on mentioned earlier; she can also produce energy through photosynthesis, but she has to have light and water available, obviously, and too much ADT in a moment will give her a serious crash later. She has most of the usual organs, except that a few are different and she has extras - she has two chloroplasts, just below her kidneys, which aid her in photosynthesis and store energy; and she has two vacuoles, just below her lungs (which are slightly small), which store base nutrients used in photosynthesis. She heals over at the rate that a healthy plant does, which is quick compared to a human, and her body temperature is slightly below that of a human, making her skin (should anyone manage to touch it) a little cool and very smooth, since she regenerates it much quicker than real skin does and can't wrinkle.
She also doesn't reproduce the same way most human women do. Technically, she's barren, since her ovaries produce seedlike eggs that can't be fertilized naturally by a human male or by most forms of mutant men; it could conceivably be done scientifically, though it'd be a lot of trouble and pregnancy might kill her. She's just not sturdy. She can regrow all her parts, though, eventually, the way a plant will sprout new leaves when pulled off; but she'll be seen to bud if this happens, which would probably be amusing. She might even flower.
She doesn't have a heart, or really any blood, though she has a fluid that passes for it. It's vaguely greenish-white, like dandelion milk, and is moved through her veins by tiny muscles which line her veins, which pulse like a heart would, but without a center. It moves much more slowly than does blood and clotting happens almost immediately; there isn't much of it in her. Though if you squeezed her you'd get more water than from a human, she only has about two litres of true "blood."
Her power over plants is incredible; she's very, very strong and has extra energy at her disposal should she be willing to risk the crash.
Opposite this crash is the power-high, which many mutants experience, but which Jane feels far beyond the usual point. She stores energy and can produce her own, but this energy production is always used in tandem with her power - it's her body's way of funding that extra output. However, because it's tied into her power, if she uses her power for too long or if she overexerts herself, as she usually must in battle situations, she feels a power rush akin to the effects of Speed on a normal human system. The longer she goes, the higher she flies, with her moral compass and what few reserves she has left going further and further out the window. It takes her a few hours to come down afterwards, though she can make herself focus on something by exposure to pain - if she's cracked out and has to think about something, she can be seen digging her fingernails into the skin of her wrists or forearms, since these superficial wounds heal quickly and hurt a lot. She can also get itchy towards the end of the kick, because her body will be craving an energy source (ADT) it no longer produces - much like a coke addict without her fix.
After a hard high, she can sleep for as long as a week, though a small crash, the most common kind, will only last 18 hours or so, and a medium crash, the kind she gets after using her power defensively (a big production, but not lasting longer than 15 to 20 minutes), will put her out of commission for a few days.
Weaknesses: Her skin and body are both incredible delicate - a child could snap her neck, which makes it imperative that she keeps enemies at a safe distance, though she can heal quickly. She also absorbs poisonous things if they're exposed to her skin - she can't stop it, it's just the way she works. She's not good for much physical labor at all and can be very easily hurt. She loses her cool quickly, which doesn't help with her control.
However, a lot of things won't kill her; while she has a brain, she has no heart. She can't bleed to death. She can be wounded terribly and laid out for weeks to heal back, but she'll regrow all her parts eventually. She does have a brain, so her head and face would be her one truly vulnerable spot if you wanted her dead, not just maimed for a while.
She also basically loses it while she's using her power extensively and has to sleep afterwards.
History: Jane was born in a medium-sized town in the forested portion of Kansas - it wasn't all just bald-ass prairie. Her very early life was charmed; she was a pretty child, and her parents, who were very young, doted on her. Then she turned six and green.
Her parents, as stated in her personality, didn't take kindly. They did take to locking her in her room and having her do menial labor. They might have settled for just hiding her, but Jane didn't make things any easier on herself; even then she was petulant, difficult, whiny, and mean. She'd had her world yanked out from under her and she became sulky and vicious, and she turned her parents against her more than anything else. Because of this and her coloring, she was almost never allowed to leave the house until she was eight or so; she started sneaking out her bedroom window at night into the forest that came right up to the back of their house, finding solace by herself as many of the other lonely kids in the neighborhood did. It was the other lonely kids that eventually became the problem. Jane got away mostly unseen until she was twelve, but the moodiness of puberty made her seek out the forest more and more often, and a few times she saw others there - children, sometimes, but more often teens desperate for seclusion. There wasn't much to do in their town.
These teens turned her into sort of a local legend, something like the Chupacabra, except that she didn't have a cool name, or else she'd have used it as her code name. She was just the Green Girl, a forest sprite - legend. But when her parents heard the legend, heard about the little green girl that people saw in the forest, they got suspicious.
They'd told their friends that their daughter had died when she was six, so there was no one to miss Jane. They considered sending her to an orphanage or even killing her, but eventually they settled for bolting her window shut.
For whatever reason - chance, more than anything - Jane slipped through the net. She was never picked up but briefly on Cerebro, and she was only one of thousands of lonely little girls crying whenever the Professor saw her. She didn't use her powers often during the day, which was when Xavier was always on Cerebro and others were monitoring their networks, so she simply never showed up. Alone and unnoticed by even her fellow-mutants - which, by the way, she didn't know existed until nearly sixteen; her parents didn't let her watch TV or read the papers - Jane grew up angry and independent and left at sixteen, when she learned about other mutants.
What she found in the Eastern states, where she went after she left, wasn't promising. Handfuls of support groups in the city's underworld yielded either reparative therapy-type situations or unpowerful mutants without the severe physical manifestation that had plagued her. Almost all of them were either tattooed posers or people with spot-on-the-wall type powers, little things, who could fit in with society should they choose. There was no one who ever really understood Jane. She moved through these circles for a long time, until almost twenty-two, getting what little she could out of them and barely subsisting due to her inability to find a job.
At around 22, she finally showed up on Xavier's monitors, but she turned the Professor down. She saw through his spiel almost immediately, and the X-Men just weren't her kind of people; they worked too slowly, and she'd rather be alone than be somewhere so inefficient. Xavier also was slightly condescending, which didn't help.
At 23, Liberty Island happened. At this point she had made her way to Liverpool, having stayed short amounts of time in New Jersey and then awhile in the Carolinas before crossing the Atlantic, mostly because she was bored, traveling in the winter. She got some forged papers from one of her crowd in Raleigh and obtained a visa, pretending to be human long enough to get across the water and get her green card. She'd never heard of the Brotherhood except through murmurs through her usual groups; she'd thought it was a rumor, that the mutant Magneto didn't really exist, until he was apprehended and arrested and his Brotherhood disbanded. Quietly, Jane began looking for them, but she simply didn't have clout. The other mutants resented her power a bit and her attitude even more. She didn't have the same "I'm so unique" pride in her abilities that they did, viewing them more as a useful curse than anything else. She also never "marked" herself, never accepted the mutant tattoos that were so common, simply because they would probably have poisoned her, but this sat ill with her comrades.
Jane remains unaffiliated, but is still looking for the Brotherhood and means to join as soon as she can find them. She's getting close.
Sample post:
The rose accelerated quickly through its stages of development as Jane watched it, quiet concentration etched into her face. One, two, three, four - bud, flowerlet, blossom, pull the petals back and die, leaving only the hip. It was good for practice and meditation, if nothing else; Jane almost always felt a little bad after killing flowers, though it wasn't like they knew what was happening. Well, probably. Being half a plant herself made it a lot easier to reach catharsis with vegetables.
She trained the vine up the oak tree next to her, pointed chin resting gently on her gloved hand, the other outstretched to direct the growth. She was seated on a rock in a little copse of trees, one of the few green areas left in Liverpool. She didn't really know why she'd come here; even the local mutants looked at her with disdain for her lack of an accent and her lack of arrogance, at least about her abilities. They were a little afraid of her, too, she knew, and they should be.
A few more blossoms popped softly from the vine as it made its way up the tree yet further, curling onto every branch on its way up the massive trunk, delicate next to the ancient ripples of brown bark. The roses were pink, then a soft shade of yellow, then red, then purple. Jane expanded the root system as an afterthought; such a large organism would need a large energy source, and she intended to leave the roses the spread. No shame in brightening up the rainy, dreary city every now and then.
No shame in it at all.
One of the oak's branches snapped off under the roses' strain. Jane's eyes became hard, and one fist curled unconsciously into a fist.
No shame at all.
Name: Jane Dolores Martin
Codename(s): none thus far, unless you count "Janie" and "JD"
Affiliation: Unaffiliated mutant, attempting to join Brotherhood
Age: 26
Birthdate: October 16
Height: 5'8
Weight: 130 (fluctuates sometimes)
Hair Color: green
Eye Color: green
Appearance (see base): Green.
She's green.
Well, she is. Six months out of the year, anyway. Her power is one of those annoying ones that alters the appearance and genetic makeup of its host significantly, which means that dearest Janey, powerful as she is, is, for half of every year, bright green. She changes with the seasons. While in spring, Jane is a gentle baby green with slightly darker, gently waving hair, summer finds her darkened to a brilliant jungle green and a mane of greenish-black hair with a much stronger wave. In autumn, she'll lose her pigment with most deciduous waves, and her hair will come out a bright, curly red - true red, not marmalade-red - and her skin will lighten to a rich gold. In winter, she looks as she did before the change: skin of an average shade just to one side of pale and her hair stick-straight and dirty blonde. Her eyes are the only part of her which never changes color: they're always a light green, the color of celery or new growth, slightly strange against the black pupil.
Her ability to control plants has made her sort of into one, though she remains human enough to have most of the usual vital organs. Her skin, on the other hand, is incredibly delicate, the way the stem of most plants is; it's usually green, for instance, and it's always halfway between the consistency of a leaf and that of skin. Fingernails against her skin will do much more damage than they would normal skin; she bruises the way a stalk of grass would rather than the way a healthy girl her age should. Thankfully, she heals quickly enough, but "quickly enough" in this case means a couple days, not Wolverine-style zipping shut. For this reason, her fear of injury, Jane is always covered head to foot, anywhere she thinks someone might unwittingly touch her and hurt her - long sleeves, never shorts or skirts, and she usually wears gloves as well, long silk ones, to protect her hands, which are even more delicate than the rest of her thanks to their constant motion. The only part of her that's usually uncovered is her face and sometimes her neck and the flat area just before her cleavage.
She's a tall woman, but not a big one. She's built very slender, very - aha - willowy, with long arms and legs and small shoulders and a little waist. Curiously, her butt's a little on the large side. No explaining that one. Her breasts are small enough, A-cups, but who knows - her mother was built the same way; it runs in the family. Her face is lovely, with full lips, big eyes and a delicate pointed jaw, but she is, unfortunately, bright green, which puts off most. She's generated eyebrows for herself which never grow, since no hair grows naturally except what's on her head, which is actually more like several million extremely thin natural tendrils - it's very soft and very, very fine, but can be ripped out easily. She can't use a hairbrush and has to work out what few tangles appear either with a bath or her own fingers.
She tends to wear black, white or the colors she is, since she clashes with anything else.
Personality: Jane is not a nice kid. It's very hard to be the nice kid when you grow up green.
Her powers manifested very early, at about six years of age. Though her parents kept her around, they were the usual parents of a mutant with a physically-apparent power: since they couldn't keep up appearances, they viewed Jane as imposition on the household, keeping her locked in her room if there was the slightest chance someone could see her and making her do menial labor for her keep. They didn't love her, and Jane has never really managed to form a functional relationship with anyone because she doesn't know what they look or feel like.
Instead, she turned to sarcasm and nastiness; she has a great intuition, but unfortunately usually uses it for evil. She can dig up your greatest insecurity and prod at it after knowing you for about fifteen minutes, and she doesn't hold back much of the sharp-tongued rush that she can produce. She's learning, very slowly, to keep the really horrible stuff out, but her filter isn't that great yet.
She's slightly vicious and easy to upset emotionally - she won't cry or anything, but it's very easy to piss her off and she'll lose her head over anything. This isn't a good mix with such a strong power. Delicate as her own body is, her power, when you think about it, has massive potential, especially with the level of control and power she has.
However, if someone actually does manage to make friends with Jane, she's theirs for life. She doesn't believe in disloyalty, and she won't make many rash decisions - it's one of the few level-headed elements of her character. When she picks a side, she's there forever, unless there are some seriously extenuating circumstances.
She does believe in doing things the fastest and most efficient way, however, which means that she's more likely to side with a violent group like the Brotherhood than she is with the slower X-Men. She doesn't necessarily believe in human inferiority, but she does believe that it'll be the easiest way to get things better for mutants, and humans are dying out anyway. It's all evolution.
Jane is very intelligent. She makes connections quickly and, as mentioned before, has a very sharp intuition, both for people and for situations. She has an ability to predict actions and situations that borders on precognizance, but which is really nothing more than an overdeveloped sense of logical outcome. This is one of very few places she uses logic. She has always believed that emotions exist in a different sort of reality than does logic, and that emotional actions have a higher purpose than do thought-out ones. Emotions exist for a purpose, she reasons, so you should go into situations using them.
She's a little messed-up. She doesn't like intolerance. At all. Which is kind of intolerant, but.
Powers and Abilities: Jane can control plants. She can change their cellular structure, making them into other plants of even nonexistent ones; she can make them grow extremely rapidly, but only insofar as there is water and convertible matter available for them to grow from. This isn't usually a problem, since she can expand root systems as far as there's ground.
Jane herself is a just-about-equal split between a plant and a person. She's got the skin junk going on mentioned earlier; she can also produce energy through photosynthesis, but she has to have light and water available, obviously, and too much ADT in a moment will give her a serious crash later. She has most of the usual organs, except that a few are different and she has extras - she has two chloroplasts, just below her kidneys, which aid her in photosynthesis and store energy; and she has two vacuoles, just below her lungs (which are slightly small), which store base nutrients used in photosynthesis. She heals over at the rate that a healthy plant does, which is quick compared to a human, and her body temperature is slightly below that of a human, making her skin (should anyone manage to touch it) a little cool and very smooth, since she regenerates it much quicker than real skin does and can't wrinkle.
She also doesn't reproduce the same way most human women do. Technically, she's barren, since her ovaries produce seedlike eggs that can't be fertilized naturally by a human male or by most forms of mutant men; it could conceivably be done scientifically, though it'd be a lot of trouble and pregnancy might kill her. She's just not sturdy. She can regrow all her parts, though, eventually, the way a plant will sprout new leaves when pulled off; but she'll be seen to bud if this happens, which would probably be amusing. She might even flower.
She doesn't have a heart, or really any blood, though she has a fluid that passes for it. It's vaguely greenish-white, like dandelion milk, and is moved through her veins by tiny muscles which line her veins, which pulse like a heart would, but without a center. It moves much more slowly than does blood and clotting happens almost immediately; there isn't much of it in her. Though if you squeezed her you'd get more water than from a human, she only has about two litres of true "blood."
Her power over plants is incredible; she's very, very strong and has extra energy at her disposal should she be willing to risk the crash.
Opposite this crash is the power-high, which many mutants experience, but which Jane feels far beyond the usual point. She stores energy and can produce her own, but this energy production is always used in tandem with her power - it's her body's way of funding that extra output. However, because it's tied into her power, if she uses her power for too long or if she overexerts herself, as she usually must in battle situations, she feels a power rush akin to the effects of Speed on a normal human system. The longer she goes, the higher she flies, with her moral compass and what few reserves she has left going further and further out the window. It takes her a few hours to come down afterwards, though she can make herself focus on something by exposure to pain - if she's cracked out and has to think about something, she can be seen digging her fingernails into the skin of her wrists or forearms, since these superficial wounds heal quickly and hurt a lot. She can also get itchy towards the end of the kick, because her body will be craving an energy source (ADT) it no longer produces - much like a coke addict without her fix.
After a hard high, she can sleep for as long as a week, though a small crash, the most common kind, will only last 18 hours or so, and a medium crash, the kind she gets after using her power defensively (a big production, but not lasting longer than 15 to 20 minutes), will put her out of commission for a few days.
Weaknesses: Her skin and body are both incredible delicate - a child could snap her neck, which makes it imperative that she keeps enemies at a safe distance, though she can heal quickly. She also absorbs poisonous things if they're exposed to her skin - she can't stop it, it's just the way she works. She's not good for much physical labor at all and can be very easily hurt. She loses her cool quickly, which doesn't help with her control.
However, a lot of things won't kill her; while she has a brain, she has no heart. She can't bleed to death. She can be wounded terribly and laid out for weeks to heal back, but she'll regrow all her parts eventually. She does have a brain, so her head and face would be her one truly vulnerable spot if you wanted her dead, not just maimed for a while.
She also basically loses it while she's using her power extensively and has to sleep afterwards.
History: Jane was born in a medium-sized town in the forested portion of Kansas - it wasn't all just bald-ass prairie. Her very early life was charmed; she was a pretty child, and her parents, who were very young, doted on her. Then she turned six and green.
Her parents, as stated in her personality, didn't take kindly. They did take to locking her in her room and having her do menial labor. They might have settled for just hiding her, but Jane didn't make things any easier on herself; even then she was petulant, difficult, whiny, and mean. She'd had her world yanked out from under her and she became sulky and vicious, and she turned her parents against her more than anything else. Because of this and her coloring, she was almost never allowed to leave the house until she was eight or so; she started sneaking out her bedroom window at night into the forest that came right up to the back of their house, finding solace by herself as many of the other lonely kids in the neighborhood did. It was the other lonely kids that eventually became the problem. Jane got away mostly unseen until she was twelve, but the moodiness of puberty made her seek out the forest more and more often, and a few times she saw others there - children, sometimes, but more often teens desperate for seclusion. There wasn't much to do in their town.
These teens turned her into sort of a local legend, something like the Chupacabra, except that she didn't have a cool name, or else she'd have used it as her code name. She was just the Green Girl, a forest sprite - legend. But when her parents heard the legend, heard about the little green girl that people saw in the forest, they got suspicious.
They'd told their friends that their daughter had died when she was six, so there was no one to miss Jane. They considered sending her to an orphanage or even killing her, but eventually they settled for bolting her window shut.
For whatever reason - chance, more than anything - Jane slipped through the net. She was never picked up but briefly on Cerebro, and she was only one of thousands of lonely little girls crying whenever the Professor saw her. She didn't use her powers often during the day, which was when Xavier was always on Cerebro and others were monitoring their networks, so she simply never showed up. Alone and unnoticed by even her fellow-mutants - which, by the way, she didn't know existed until nearly sixteen; her parents didn't let her watch TV or read the papers - Jane grew up angry and independent and left at sixteen, when she learned about other mutants.
What she found in the Eastern states, where she went after she left, wasn't promising. Handfuls of support groups in the city's underworld yielded either reparative therapy-type situations or unpowerful mutants without the severe physical manifestation that had plagued her. Almost all of them were either tattooed posers or people with spot-on-the-wall type powers, little things, who could fit in with society should they choose. There was no one who ever really understood Jane. She moved through these circles for a long time, until almost twenty-two, getting what little she could out of them and barely subsisting due to her inability to find a job.
At around 22, she finally showed up on Xavier's monitors, but she turned the Professor down. She saw through his spiel almost immediately, and the X-Men just weren't her kind of people; they worked too slowly, and she'd rather be alone than be somewhere so inefficient. Xavier also was slightly condescending, which didn't help.
At 23, Liberty Island happened. At this point she had made her way to Liverpool, having stayed short amounts of time in New Jersey and then awhile in the Carolinas before crossing the Atlantic, mostly because she was bored, traveling in the winter. She got some forged papers from one of her crowd in Raleigh and obtained a visa, pretending to be human long enough to get across the water and get her green card. She'd never heard of the Brotherhood except through murmurs through her usual groups; she'd thought it was a rumor, that the mutant Magneto didn't really exist, until he was apprehended and arrested and his Brotherhood disbanded. Quietly, Jane began looking for them, but she simply didn't have clout. The other mutants resented her power a bit and her attitude even more. She didn't have the same "I'm so unique" pride in her abilities that they did, viewing them more as a useful curse than anything else. She also never "marked" herself, never accepted the mutant tattoos that were so common, simply because they would probably have poisoned her, but this sat ill with her comrades.
Jane remains unaffiliated, but is still looking for the Brotherhood and means to join as soon as she can find them. She's getting close.
Sample post:
The rose accelerated quickly through its stages of development as Jane watched it, quiet concentration etched into her face. One, two, three, four - bud, flowerlet, blossom, pull the petals back and die, leaving only the hip. It was good for practice and meditation, if nothing else; Jane almost always felt a little bad after killing flowers, though it wasn't like they knew what was happening. Well, probably. Being half a plant herself made it a lot easier to reach catharsis with vegetables.
She trained the vine up the oak tree next to her, pointed chin resting gently on her gloved hand, the other outstretched to direct the growth. She was seated on a rock in a little copse of trees, one of the few green areas left in Liverpool. She didn't really know why she'd come here; even the local mutants looked at her with disdain for her lack of an accent and her lack of arrogance, at least about her abilities. They were a little afraid of her, too, she knew, and they should be.
A few more blossoms popped softly from the vine as it made its way up the tree yet further, curling onto every branch on its way up the massive trunk, delicate next to the ancient ripples of brown bark. The roses were pink, then a soft shade of yellow, then red, then purple. Jane expanded the root system as an afterthought; such a large organism would need a large energy source, and she intended to leave the roses the spread. No shame in brightening up the rainy, dreary city every now and then.
No shame in it at all.
One of the oak's branches snapped off under the roses' strain. Jane's eyes became hard, and one fist curled unconsciously into a fist.
No shame at all.
