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Username: -Soyokaze-
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Name: Adalae Crowley
Alias: Oleander // Hemlock
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
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Power: Just imagine what the consumption of a dried Oleander flower and a Hemlock leaf can cause and then imagine if only a single touch could cause such a reaction. The results can be devastating. Either plant, if consumed, cause problems with a human’s central nervous system. Oleander, in many cases, causes things such as tremors, seizures, vomiting, and even the possibility of death. Hemlock on the other hand can cause paralysis followed by a lack of speech, failing respiratory system and eventually death. The poison that Adalae holds within her is secreted from the pores in her skin in controlled levels. That, in turn, makes her similar to that of a poison dart frog. If it were not for the direct comparison to her poison and the flowers in which they derive, her next comparison would be to the frog itself. Meaning Adalae can stick herself to walls, ceilings, and jump for long distances. Her powers are in common with that of Toad, but not as strong and she does not like to use them as often unless severely needed.
Strengths: Adalae can control the toxicity of the poison that seeps from her skin. It all depends on her thoughts of the person she will inevitably poison or just the mood that she’s in. Her poison can go from either just making the person severely sick to teach them a lesson or she could make it so they either die of a quick, or slow and painful, death.
Weaknesses: However, when Adalae becomes tired, or severely fatigued, her control of the secretions lessens a great deal. That loss in control can result in accidentally secreting the poison and hurting people when she really doesn’t feel like doing so. But, as they say: “With great power comes great responsibility.”
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Appearance: With long legs and arms, Adalae stands at a semi-average height of 5’8” and has a thin, athletic body to boot. Because of the fact that she does jump for long distances, Adalae has developed quite the muscle strength in both of her legs. Her hair is a light, light bleached blonde and heavily layered, reaching to just below her shoulders. Chunks and strands of blonde locks usually find themselves hiding her light, pale green eyes. Just a little below there are very full, usually pink lips that are usually in some sort of scowl if they are not in a smile. Clothing wise, Adalae dresses in the normal casual attire. She wears blue jeans and t-shirts, mainly consisting of bands she has gone to concerts to see. If not that, then simple black t-shirts that are tight and form fitting are good as well. Adalae is no fashionista, mind you. She likes her style to be plain. Standing out is just not her thing, unless ordered to, and she has a special section in her closet for that. There are no apparent peircings on her besides the fact that both of her ears are pierced. Her shoes are nothing spectacular and are easy to run in. In other words, they are tennis shoes or simply black&white checkered Vans or black high topped All-stars.
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Personality:
Strictly Business // “Come on, Adalae—“ “Oleander. You’ll address me as Oleander.” The woman, known both as Adalae and as Oleander, turned a hard gaze to the younger individual. Said individual stammered something and nodded, shuffling his feet to get a head start in walking. “We don’t call ourselves by our names when we’re on missions, Spark. s**t like that isn’t allowed.” The other, Spark, nodded and continued walking ahead.
Obedient // They were here and, sadly, it was the end of the line for one of them. Adalae felt sorry for the younger member. A light, sad, smile grew on her lips as she looked at him. Sure the kid was shaky when he first joined, but she thought he would get better. He didn’t. The smile turned into a frown when he turned and looked at her. “Who are we whacking this time?” The kid, Spark, smirked as he looked at her. Adalae approached him, not saying anything, until she placed a hand on the exposed flesh of his arm. “Oleand—what?” He stammered, the poison beginning to set in. “Sorry, Spark.” And with that, Adalae left him. Spark fell to the ground shortly after, his respiratory system shutting down. Orders were orders after all.
Sarcasm Queen // Today was just not her day. Magneto didn’t have any missions for her to complete, there was nothing to do, and Charlie was being a total douche. He wouldn’t leave her alone! Yeah, sure, she should love the company of others but damn! He won’t shut up! “So do you think I should wear orange or blue?” Her head craned upwards, looking at the man who had just spoken to her and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please choose orange! Cause, ya know, that shade totally doesn’t make your skin look completely washed out. Mm. Totally hot.” Then she turned her attention back to the tv, leaving Charlie to cross his arms and scowl at her. “You’re a b***h, ya know that, Adalae?” Hah. She waved a hand in the air. “Just doing what I do best, Darling.”
Passionate Alcoholic // It started like an average party. You know, loud music, loads of people, drinks… the whole nine yards. Adalae currently found herself drinking her seventh beer and her eyes were glued to a certain tall, dark haired, handsome blue eyed fellow in the corner. He noticed her earlier and smirked back at her, somehow calling her over just by a quirk of his eyebrows. Lets just say that in only a few moments after names were exchanged, and beers were set down, the two traveled to a more secluded area. And, well, heavy, heavy petting was had.
Gullible // Now we’re going to rewind a few years back to when Adalae was the ripe age of ten and her brother was aged sixteen. She had always been the gullible child of the bunch and her brother, Marcus, decided to take advantage of it. “Hey Adalae!” He called out to his younger sister, who poked her head into the kitchen. “I picked up some candy today, you wanna have some?” Adalae smiled and perked at the mention of candy then skipped over to her brother. “What kind of candy?” She asked, looking at her brother’s closed hand. Obviously the candy was hidden inside. “The cinnamon kind, like Red Hots.” Her mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape as he opened his hand, revealing tiny red pellets. Adalae took a couple, because taking just one ‘red hot’ was stupid, and popped them into her mouth. Immediately she realized that those were not Red Hots. Her eyes widened, an explosion of spicy hot burning filled her mouth. Marcus laughed as Adalae panicked, her eyes tearing and her hands waving air into her mouth. It had to cool down some how! “What were those?” She managed to choke out, glaring at Marcus’s smirk. “Just, you know, some hot peppers.”
Hopeless Romantic // “Adalae, what the hell are you watching?” The girl in question looked up from her seated position on the couch, waiting until the popcorn she was chewing was swallowed. “Never Been Kissed.” Charlie stared at her as if mentally sending her a question asking why she would be watching that. “Because it’s a good movie, damn it. And don’tcha ever want a guy to come rushing for you? To hold you in his arms, dip you then kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before?” Adalae swooned, tilting her head to the side with a dreamy look in her eyes. Charlie just stared, his look completely dead-panned. “No.”
Biography:
Likes: Alcohol,
Dislikes: Hot peppers (bad childhood experience), cigarettes,
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Theme Song: Misery Business - Paramore
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