Plant Girl


Gender: Female

Kit: Super

Location: Amazon Jungle


Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 4

Personal Losses: 9

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


"And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them,

That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.

And the Lord said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years.

There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown." (The Bible- The Book of Genesis, Chapter 6, verses 1-4).


And it came to pass when the children of men had multiplied that in those days were born unto them beautiful and comely daughters. And the angels, the children of the heaven, saw and lusted after them, and said to one another: 'Come, let us choose us wives from among the children of men and beget us children.' And Semjâzâ, who was their leader, said unto them: 'I fear ye will not indeed agree to do this deed, and I alone shall have to pay the penalty of a great sin.' And they all answered him and said: 'Let us all swear an oath, and all bind ourselves by mutual imprecations not to abandon this plan but to do this thing.' Then sware they all together and bound themselves by mutual imprecations upon it.

And they were in all two hundred; who descended in the days of Jared on the summit of Mount Hermon, and they called it Mount Hermon, because they had sworn and bound themselves by mutual imprecations upon it. And these are the names of their leaders: Samîazâz, their leader, Arâkîba, Râmêêl, Kôkabîêl, Tâmîêl, Râmîêl, Dânêl, Êzêqêêl, Barâqîjâl, Asâêl, Armârôs, Batârêl, Anânêl, Zaqîêl, Samsâpêêl, Satarêl, Tûrêl, Jômjâêl, Sariêl. These are their chiefs of tens.

And all the others together with them took unto themselves wives, and each chose for himself one, and they began to go in unto them and to defile themselves with them, and they taught them charms and enchantments, and the cutting of roots, and made them acquainted with plants. And they became pregnant, and they bare great giants, whose height was three thousand ells: Who consumed all the acquisitions of men. (The Book of Enoch - Chapters 6 and 7)


To some people, the Bible and the Book of Enoch are divinely inspired Scriptures that teach them how to live. Others see them as cleverly crafted collections of stories. To me, they are much more. They are an account of how people like me came about. Well, almost.

Scriptures talk about how angels came down and slept with humans, creating these giants that terrorized the earth, the giants called Nephilim. According to the Scriptures, the Nephilim were destroyed and their spirits became demons, eternally roaming the earth since they were both divine and mortal. What the Scriptures don't explain is that more angels came and slept with human beings, even sleeping with descendants of the Nephilim, strengthening the divine code within their DNA. These resultant offspring were destroyed as they were found, but some managed to escape destruction. Throughout history, angels have fallen and slept with those who already had some concentrated divine genetic code, resulting in mutated freaks like me, the New Nephilim.


Don't get me wrong can be a good thing. But it just is not for me. The majority of Nephs look human and have cool powers. Me- I have green skin and hair, purple eyes and freakish plant powers. And people, including other Nephs look at me weird. Can't judge me for having low self-esteem, right?

Well, that's why I enrolled, or rather, got enrolled by my mother at the Divine Identity Institute, a school/clinic/counselling centre for the New Nephilim. I'm supposed to learn to be comfortable with myself and grow in the use and control of my powers. Pfffsshh. As if.

Of course, this wasn't helped at all by how my classmates were now staring, scratch that - gawking at me.

I was currently standing in the school fountain in the middle of the lawn in front of the four-story high stark building we called the Institute.

The sun was blazing down from a clear, blue cloudless sky, and I knew that if I could have felt extremes of temperature I knew I would have felt boiling, sweltering hot. As it happened, I couldn't feel it, but could guess fairly well from the heat waves shimmering near the ground and the sweat fairly pouring off the stunned faces of the students and one teachers staring fixedly at me, their expressions disbelieving and awestruck.

Oh, yeah. Shit. Just remembered I was naked.

I blushed in embarrassement, turning a deeper shade of green and stood there, staring back like an idiot.


Guns, Guns, Guns, I love guns.

     Eldritch Energy: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack


Shit. Double shit.

They were not supposed to be here yet. The whole campus had gone on some trip up into the mountains surrounding and I opted not to go because of some sickness I had faked.

It was a beautiful day to soak up some sun and I didn't want to waste it. I preferred absorbing sunlight in the nude, and it was rare that I got the opportunity to do so, besides, absorbing water through my pores felt infinitely more relaxing than drinking it. I could literally feel my pores expanding and contracting to suck the water in. It was almost like an all-round body massage. And you had you definitely had to be naked to get the most out of that experience, which explained my current predicament.

"Um, Ms. Samuels?" Mr. Enriquez finally seemed to find his voice, "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

Shit. I would definitely need some good range time to get over this. Shooting always put my mind at ease and was something I picked up from my older brother and uncle. I already had my gun licence at 19 years, and had a collection of lots and lots of guns. My Sig Sauer was my favourite. Sig and I would definitely be having some alone time killing some targets this afternoon. Hell, I would have to bring out the Berretas, the AK-47, up to the mother-flipping bazooka to deal with this stress.



Sleeping Gas

     Induced Sleep: standard (rank 1)

  • Area Affect


Move, feet. Move!

The only answer I could supply Mr. Enriquez and my berating mind was a helpless, mortified, little squeak.

I was even more rooted now that the boys began to snicker and utter little catcalls and whistles. No amount of shooting time could remedy this shitzoid.

I felt my feet, trembling, quivering, as they ached to move, but remained frozen to the spot,and just like that, I lost it.

Sleeping gas erupted forcefully from my pores and my open mouth, the yellow-green voluminous gas, covering the lawn in a matter of seconds.

With a collective groan, Mr. Enriquez and the students of Divine Identity Institute slumped to the ground in an untidy bundle and fell asleep.

It was then I found the strength to hightail it outta there to my rooms.


Sleeping Gas/ Plant Gas

     Commander: superior (rank 2)


Oh shit! Shit! Oh Shit!

I had just put the entire student population and a member of staff of the Institute after giving them more than a glimpse of my naked green-ness. If I didn't die of mortification now, the Headmaster of mom would finally kill me when she heard about it.

And this was all because of my damn stupid powers which they had been trying to tell me, made me special. Of course I was special, but not in a good way. I was a GODDAMNED FREAK!!!

Damn powers! Why didn't they work like they were supposed to, and when they were supposed to? My pores, in addition, to the normal functions of pores as in regular humans and other Nephs, allowed me absorb water from around me. My pores also have the abiltiy to secrete this gas that puts people and pretty much any creature that breathes to sleep within seconds. Very potent stuff. It also has this secondary effect of allowing me to animate and control plants, making me like some weird plant puppeteer. I could also breathe this gas out from my lungs.

Of course, it did give me the advantage when we went on field missions in heavily wooded areas or areas in which there was plant life. I could do practically anything with plants. Even make them my own private army. Luckily, I had complete control over this aspect of my power, that is, in the way I controlled plants. However, sometimes when I get stressed I release the sleeping gas/plant gas unconsciously or reflexively. Which was why I was in my current predicament. Well, at least it was one of the reasons.


Die, Effing Targets, Die!!!!!

     Marksman: standard (rank 1)


Two hours of blasting away with almost every artillery in my collection and I had almost forgotten about my accident earlier in the day. Thank God Uncle Elroy was fairly wealthy and invested in my interest in firearms. Like him, and, Patrick, my brother, Nothing took the edge off things like a good shoot at the range. Unless it was hunting live prey during hunting season.

I was almost feeling real good now, but I wasn't planning on leaving my room for the day. Maybe if I gave them a little time they would forget about today in favor of some newer fresher school gossip. Or at least, be speaking about it less. I sighed. Not much chance of that happening.

I headed to the shower. I was gonna take a bath. Have something to eat, and go to bed. I had food enough to eat stashed in my room. I didn't have to go out to have dinner or supper. Besides, I had no need to eat much food, since the chlorophyll in my skin made its own food when exposed to sunlight. Most people's skin made Vitamin D. Mine made Vitamin D and glucose. Sigh.


Solar Blast

     Eldritch Energy: standard (rank 1)


"Excuse me?!!!" I shrieked.

You can imagine my shock when Elias John-Jackson, Captain of the Elites, a group of Nephs, comprised mainly of upper school students, who trained to become superheroes approached me with an offer to join their team. I was like, huh? What? Me?

I mean, why would they pick me? And I always thought of superheroes as corny. And I let him think so.

He had chuckled and replied, "What you did earlier today took a lot of guts, kid. Not many people would deliberately and so brazenly challenge the status quo like that. You got guts and we need someone like that on the Elites, You'd make a good super."

Of course, I had thought that he was putting me on, and told him so.

He laughed again, "What can you by the way, Plant Girl? What's your real name, anyways?"

"Rebecca Samuels."

"And what can you do, Rebecca? You control plants, yes? And apparently you put people to sleep, and you're pretty good with a gun, I've heard."

I blinked, "People talk about me?"

"Of course, they do, you're weird," he caught himself, seeing my expression, "Not in a bad way, necessarily. You're different,is all. And people notice different. Different can be good."

I had to hand it to him. He was quick on his feet and considerate.

"Well," I had told him, "I do control plants and put people to sleep with a gas I excrete from my skin and my mouth. Plus, as you say, I'm very good with guns. Apart from that, I absorb sunlight through my skin to make my own food, so I really don't need to eat human food all that much...."

"Yeah, I had heard about that. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised, though, you being a plant girl, and all that..."

"... plus, extra sunlight is converted and stored as heat energy and I can release it as heat blast from my hands and eyes or to heat my body."

That last got him to shut the hell up.

"Wait up, what did you say?" he said after an open-mouthed pause.

"Extra sunlight is..."

"No! The last part."

"I can shoot heat blasts from my hands and eyes?"

"You're a blaster?" He said incredulously.

"Yeah, but if I run out of heat reserves, I have to recharge with sunlight and it makes me feel weak."

"Awesome! We need more blasters on the team! You're exactly what we need. Come to the gymnasium this evening at 4."

This happened just this morning. And just like that, I was on the Elites.

Which explained why this evening I was in the gymnasium weak and exhausted after blasting numerous targets with my solar blasts, each after rounds of applause and cheers! I couldn't believe this! I was ecstatic!

And top of it all, they allowed me to use my guns. EFFING HELL YEAH!!!! To tell the truth I was real nervous until they allowed me to bring the guns out. Now, I was on a high.

Now that I was to study and train to become a superhero and fight crime and injustice, I was told that I would have to train really hard,and would be put in a number of all sorts of competitions, field exercises and real-life scenarios to hone my skills and prove myself and serve the greater good while in training.

Well, as long as it has a lot of shooting and doesn't require me top talk to too many people I'm good.