Screen Name: Temple Fugate
Character you would like to play (please include the color and font you plan on using to portray the character): Jason Woodrue / The Floronic Man
Powers and Brief Origin (provide at least two sentences) If you copy/paste this information from another website, link back to it, or it is considered plagiarism and is not allowed. : Jason Woodrue was a master criminal on a planet populated by dryads. Because of his crimes he was banished to Earth where it was thought he would perish. He didnt. Using his advanced knowledge of botany he became a scientist and experimented with animal/plant hybrids. One of his experiments was on Pamela Isly who, as a result, became Poison Ivy. Woodrue conceals his "floral" appearance by means of a spray on skin. Being made of wood and fauna he has a mild resilience to physical attack. He also also has some control over plant life and has above average intelligence.
Group your character is aligned with (if applicable): Injustice Gang, New Guardians, Secret Society of Super Villains. I will use none of them.
Write two complete sentences using proper English grammar. One to explain what you plan to do with the character you've chosen. The other to explain why you've chosen this character. (i.e. What are your goals? Will you be doing anything different with the character than is usually seen?): I plan to use this character as a sort of inverse to my Swamp Thing. He will think he is superior to people and thus will hate them, but instead of helping people because of an inner sense of obligation he kills and destroys without remorse. I chose Woodrue because I wanted to play a villain with a sort of messianic complex, sort of like maxie zeus in Arkham Asylum. Woodrue at this point will have come to terms with the fact that he is not a champion of the green, but rather an a mutant dryad who hates people and will use his control over the green (when in alliance with it) to hurt people.
Do you have an Instant Messenger? Which one, and what is your screen name?: negative. Just pm me if you need something.
If you know how to post pictures, please provide a picture of your character you wish to be used for the Character Roster (if you do not know how, or do not have a preference, please say so and a default picture shall be picked for you):
Please provide a small sample post with original content in the style that you plan to write your character in (must be at least 3 paragraphs long and contain at least one line of dialogue):
Back in the middle ages alchemists spent decades trying to turn worthless metals into gold. None of them succeeded simply because it is impossible. Just as it is impossible to turn a rock into water, or a rose into a weed. You can clip the rose, paint the rose, even genetically alter the rose, but it is still a rose. To try is redundant. Nothing will ever change that.
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Good e vening Doctor Styes",
I say as a woman walks into the therapy room at Arkham Asylum. As she shuts the door I can see her shiver as she turns and looks at me, a common response given my appearance She quickly diverts her eyes around the room looking for something that she might defend herself with should I assault her. There is nothing, but the two steel chairs bolted to the floor and a likewise bolted down table between them. She calms a bit when she sees the two way mirror on the side of the room. Its funny how it should calm to know that there are guards watching through that glass. As if they could do anything to help her if I attack her.
"Hello Doctor Woodrue, how are you feeling?"
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Fine thank you", I reply as she begins to calm down even more.
She flips through my chart reviewing her notes on my history, most of which she already knows by heart. Last week a security guard was found strangled in the maintenance closet. He had splinters in his neck. Disrespect is an awful thing, and awful things have to be corrected. She is looking for a confession from me.
"Doctor Woodrue, do you know why I scheduled this meeting"? She asked.
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Because of Doctor Adamss passing away". I say making myself more erect in my chair. A sound like cracking wood echoes as I do this and it makes the good doctor noticeably uncomfortable.
"Yes Jason thats why Im here. I want to talk to you about Doctor Adams dying. Did you have anything to do with it"? She says this the faint sound of a door closing in the mesc hall can be heard echoing through the dank hallways of this building of madness.
A smirk grows on my face.
"Yes, I killed him"
"Thats all I need to hear. Guards! Please escort Doctor Woodrue back to his cell!" she says hurriedly as she stands gathering her things, not noticing me stand also.
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Tell me Miss Styes, " I say walking alongside the table toward her. She looks up alarmed at my closeness, "
when something simply takes up space and serves no purpose doesnt it make sense to remove it to make room for something useful?"
She begins to back away looking at the door panicked praying that the guards will burst through the door and take me away. However no such help comes. The guard room is empty as the guards have gone on their seemingly ritual restroom break.
"Why ye-yes Jason I suppose so..... GUARDS! WOULD YOU PLEASE COME IN HERE!"
Shes backing into a corner and begins to hyperventilate and perspire fiercly on her forehead dampening her brown bangs.
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They arent coming Miss Styes, and your existence here is redundant".
A sound like a tree falling in the forest reverberated off of the walls of the room as I descend on her. Strong, cold, wooden fingers close around her neck. She struggles to breath and tries to fight as the life slowly drains out of her. Her struggles grow weaker and then my favorite part. Silence.