Celebrity Claim-Sean O'Donnell
Trent Atherton Nicknames/Aliases-
Nothing of note. Age-
15Date of Birth-
April 6th, 2002Faction-
New Mutants, arrived May 2017Occupation-
Although his isolation has dulled his people skills a little and necessitates some time for the boy to readjust, Trent has always generally been a quiet, easy-going and kind teenager. He can be shy when he's around people he's unfamiliar with, but he's not averse to talking. He simply takes a bit longer than most people to open up to others, and in most cases he'll just wait for others to take the first step instead of taking it himself. He's quite curious and inquisitive, though, and may even approach complete strangers if there's something about them that captures his interest. He can be unexpectedly bold in situations like this, casually ignoring such concepts as 'personal space' and 'common courtesy' in order to satisfy his curiosity.
Having spent several years living outside of society, Trent is behind both academically and when it comes to things like pop culture and technology. That he grew up rather sheltered before that doesn't help the latter two either, nor does the fact that Trent isn't all that smart. Trent is also quite naïve and gullible. He's rather quick to believe what others tell him simply based on the assumption that they've experienced more of the world than he has. There are definitely limits, he isn't just going to accept any old thing as the truth, but if it's plausible enough he will generally accept it. Though he's not all that intelligent, Trent is at least aware
that he's not, which only makes him more likely to assume that others know better.
Trent can also come across as a bit quirky. A clear example of this is his tendency to talk to plants and how he acts as if they're talking back (they don't). It's kind of like how many pet owners talk to their pets or even treat them like their kids, except in Trent's case the plants are just kind of... there. He's not even sensible enough to keep from doing it around others, because his dimwitted nature also comes with a lack of shame to match. Beyond this, Trent's years of living alone have turned him just a bit socially awkward, which can lead him to approach situations differently than regular folks would. He can be rather unpredictable in his actions/reactions because of this, but all in all remains a mostly harmless boy. Likes-
- Being outdoors, especially during Spring and early Autumn when weather conditions are typically ideal for him. Bonus points if it's raining.
- Plants. He'll talk to them and pretend they talk back, even though they don't.
- Gadgets. He'll generally have little idea what they do, and they seem contrary to who/what he is, but they intrigue him. Sorry in advance for breaking your whatever it was.
- Anything that glows, sparkles or glitters. Seriously, it can keep him entertained for hours on end.
- Mud. It's messy, but it's the fun kind of messy.
- School. Trent is weak academically, not to mention years behind his peers, and it frustrates him.
- Winter. It's the most awful time of the year. It ruins Christmas with its ice and snow.
- Being cooped up inside. It just feels wholly unnatural to him. Unless it's freezing, he'll even sleep outside.
- People eating in his presence. Trent remembers vaguely what food tastes like, and it makes him jealous.
- Animals. Trent doesn't register as human to most them, and the amount of respect animals generally show towards plant life isn't a lot.
- Big cities. So many building, so much concrete, so little vegetation.
- Learning about all the horrible things, from worms to fungi to what have you, that affect plants but not humans. He'd just rather not. Ignorance is bliss, and he's very blissful.
- Trustworthy. Loyal to the core, Trent would never even consider betraying those who have earned his trust.
- Optimistic. Trent likes to keep a positive outlook on life and believe that everything will turn out okay. Even though a lot of the time, logically, he probably shouldn't.
- Enthusiastic. Though arguably not always sure of what he's getting himself into, Trent will throw himself at things with full gusto.
- Kinda stupid. He isn't book smart, he isn't street smart, he's just not smart in general.
- Impressionable. Naive little Trent doesn't have a lot of experience in life, and coupled with being a bit of a dumb-dumb leaves him easily influenced by others.
- No attention span. He's never had the need to discipline himself when it comes to things like school work (or really, any activity) and is horribly unfocused.
Plant Physiology Description-
Trent's body is almost entirely made up out of plant matter, and it's because of this that, aside from his still humanoid appearance, his overall physiology is far more similar to that of vascular plants than it is to that of a regular human. He possesses almost no internal organs, and the few he still has such as his brain and lungs are smaller and either more limited or different in their functionality, since his body does not have the same needs normal bodies do. He no longer has a heart, the transport of water and nutrients taken care of by the transport tissue called xylem; his lungs function differently in that they take in carbon dioxide and expel oxygen, a function that most cells of his body can fulfill as well; and he only has a short digestive tract that can take in water and some nutrients, but fails to process most types of food that human digestive systems have no problem with. Trent is an autotroph, and gains the energy he needs through photosynthesis just like plants do, requiring sunlight, carbon dioxide, water and various nutrients (minerals like nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, magnesium, sulfur and calcium) in order to stay healthy.
His unique physiology makes Trent far stronger and hardier than any normal human, capable of lifting up to 1 tonne and handling blunt force trauma up to roughly half a tonne without suffering damage. Because of the aforementioned lack of organs, as well as missing a skeleton and vascular system (meaning he doesn't bleed), and possessing an underdeveloped central nervous system, any damage that Trent does suffer is likely to be less severe, or at least less limiting to his ability to function, though he does not possess a healing factor and recovers at the same rate that regular ol' humans would. He is, however, immune to nearly all types of toxin, drugs and diseases that would affect normal humans, though on the flip side he is
vulnerable to certain diseases and chemicals that, while harmless to humans, negatively impact plant life. Because the cells of his body do not produce fatigue toxins, Trent does not physically tire, the only limitation on how long he can keep going placed upon him by the abundance of sunlight and how recently he's had the chance to take in water and nutrients. While he requires less of it than your average person, Trent does still require sleep.
Trent's body continuously produces a toxin high on cardiac glycosides, which can cause severe abdominal pain, vomiting, reduced or irregular heart rate, and may be fatal in sufficient quantities. While the toxin is most dangerous when directly ingested, exposure to it through the skin can also have negative effects such as feeling lightheaded, minor inflammation of the skin, stomach cramps and nausea, and is just as dangerous as ingestion in sufficient quantities. This toxin can be found in equal quantities throughout most of the cells in his body, existing in especially high concentrations in his sap. While he can secrete his toxin in limited quantities through his skin, Trent is currently unaware of this, making the only direct risk of exposure through his saliva (or what passes for saliva, anyway). A very real risk as well, considering Trent doesn't actually know that he's toxic. Limits-
Without regular access to sufficient sunlight, water and nutrients, Trent will deteriorate rather quickly. Trent will weaken after a day without sufficient sunlight or water, and will start to visually decay soon after. When this occurs his usual vibrant green color will turn brown instead, his skin turning hard and dry, while his body in general emaciates greatly. To avoid this, he ideally needs at least a few hours of sun and a couple of liters of water daily. He can subsist on less, but he'll be plagued by lethargy and generally useless if he does.
Another downside of Trent's unique physiology stems from his more limited cerebral functions and a mostly lacklustre central nervous system. He has no sense of smell or taste, and his tactile perception is limited compared to regular people. Both his sight and hearing are mostly up to human standards, though the former isn't great
and Trent should probably have his eyes tested so he can get glasses or corrective lenses.
Although he doesn't perceive temperatures all that well, another weakness Trent suffers from is the inability to deal with temperature extremes, since he doesn't have the same human ability to regulate his own body temperature. He manages okay in the heat as long as the humidity is high enough, but dry heat will lead to dehydration far more quickly than normal unless he has a source of water to replenish himself, and he is entirely unsuited for freezing temperatures.
Because his physiology is so different from that of regular humans and mutants, conventional medical treatments and even most forms of mutant healing are generally ineffective on Trent. Injuries he sustains aren't necessarily untreatable, but it would take knowledge that goes beyond just human anatomy and a likely unconventional approach to help him.
Since he is so very plant-like, Trent would also be any skilled plant manipulator's bitch, without any hopes of overcoming his disadvantage. Going up against an arborkinetic, chlorokinetic or however you want to label them, would be a monumental mistake. It would be like sending a man made of steel or one possessing a metal skeleton up against someone who controls magnetism, and who would be dumb enough to do that? Power Name-
Trent possesses the ability to alter his body to a limited degree to take on certain characteristics from other plants. Most importantly this allows Trent to grow roots from his hands or feet, through which he can take in the nutrients he needs should he be without means to take them in orally. Though of course he can also just dig his hands into the dirt, or shovel dirt into his mouth for a similar effect.
He is also capable of doing such things as growing thorns or shape his fingers into sharp, wooden talons for offensive purposes, harden his skin to resemble bark to increase his strength and durability to roughly twice their normal levels (so, capable of lifting 2 tonnes and resisting about 1 tonne of force). Other applications of this ability would include creating toxins more potent than his own, such as Hemlock or Oleander and secrete it from his skin, or change his skin to mimic such lovely plants like nettles or poison ivy, which are not fun (and in some cases even excruciatingly horrible) to touch.
Trent can also grow flowers and leaves, which can help him camouflage himself, though obviously it would require a suitable environment. Looking like a pretty shrubbery in the middle of a concrete jungle isn't going to help him hide. Trent can mask his scent this way as well, smelling like whatever plant he mimics to hide his (already clearly inhuman) scent. Limits-
Trent is not a full fledged shapeshifter, and aside from limited changes to his colouration, texture and hardness, shaping his fingertips into talons or growing roots, foliage or flowers, he can't change how he looks. He is also incapable of animating anything he creates, despite it technically being an extension of his body, so he won't be shooting thorns or whipping about vines like he's a freaking Bulbasaur.
Mimicking aspects of other plant life does not work like a magical rolodex, and Trent actually needs to have some degree of knowledge of a plant to be able to mimic any of its characteristics. Theoretical knowledge can work, if it's simple enough for Trent to comprehend, but considering the boy is a bit simple himself, hands-on experience with plants is preferable. Skills & Abilities-
Trent has a fair amount of botanical knowledge from his time living out in the wild, but beyond that he has no real discernible skills or abilities.
160 lbsEye Colour-
Dark green sclera with bright green irises Hair Colour-
There is no mistaking Trent for anything other than a mutant. The chlorophylls contained in his body's cells give him a fresh, green appearance, with veins similar to what you'd see on many kinds of leaves lining his skin. The skin itself is smooth, with a rubbery texture, and entirely devoid of hair. The hair he does seem to have atop his head is not actually
hair, because while similar in its appearance it's actually is made out of lignin and water like the rest of his body, and more akin to grass. He doesn't style it in the traditional sense because hair products and grass don't mix well. It's instead subject to Trent's whim and usually kept short and simple. His eyes are unusual as well, with his sclera a dark green, bordering on black, with bright green irises standing out in stark contrast.
Since his body depends on being exposed to sunlight, Trent covers up as little as he can get away with. Were it up to him, he'd just forego clothing entirely for maximum exposure, but he understands that this is not generally acceptable. He rarely wears more than a tank top and shorts and tends not to wear footwear of any kind. The only exception to this is when it's freezing, because then he'll pile on as many layers as possible in an attempt to stave off the cold, considering he's far more susceptible to it than regular people are. Gear-
He will literally eat dirt. It's nutritious, you should try it.
Pollock, LouisianaImmediate Family-
Travis and Maribelle Atherton (parents, estranged)
Cody Atherton (younger brother, estranged) Others-
Trent Atherton hails from Pollock, Louisiana, a small town with less than 500 inhabitants where everyone seems to know everyone, and nothing ever stays hidden for long. The eldest son of Travis and Maribelle Atherton, Trent had a completely unremarkable childhood, fitting for a rather unremarkable child. He floundered in school on weekdays, played sports poorly on Saturdays, and attended church with his parents and little brother on Sundays. Everything pointed towards Trent being yet another one of Pollock's youth who'd fail to accomplish much in life, remaining in the town he grew up in until he was old and gray because he lacked the necessary intellect or skills to make enough of himself to move elsewhere.
But as it turned out, there was something remarkable about Trent after all. An early bloomer, Trent was hit in the face by puberty a few weeks before his eleventh birthday, and it hit him hard
. Having felt a bit sick the entire morning before church, his unease increasing throughout the sermon, Trent collapsed as he and his family made their way back towards their car afterwards. In front of his horrified parents and baby brother, Trent's entire body went through a rapid and incredibly painful transformation as every cell of his body was altered, transforming the boy from flesh and blood to something more akin to a plant. The entire process took less than thirty seconds from start to finish, but to Trent it felt like an eternity passed before he could breath again, opening his eyes again to find his mom and dad looking down at him as if the devil himself had just crawled straight up through the pavement from the depths of Hell.
Though Trent looked at his parents, and his mother in particular, for help in dealing with something he didn't understand, the boy was met with nothing but contempt from both of them. Mutants were not something that the sleepy little town of Pollock had dealt with before, at least not to anyone's knowledge, and the Athertons treated their son exactly the way one would expect from the deeply ignorant. Trent was stunned, the people who had supported him his entire life turning on him as if it was nothing, but he managed to get his bearings together quickly enough to scramble away and run off before ignorance turned to violence.
Not knowing where to go, Trent fled into the Kisatchie National Forest surrounding the town of Pollock. Alone, afraid, and pretty sure that he didn't have the wits or skills to survive out there on his own, Trent quickly gave up hope and was ready to accept his fate, though he found that his newly changed body wasn't so quick to surrender itself to death. Requiring only the barest minimum to survive - sunlight and water - Trent found himself beating the odds he'd thought far too high for him to overcome, and slowly but surely discovered what his newfound form was capable of. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and Trent made a life for himself out in the wilderness. The boy who would previously have been at risk of hurting himself while camping out in the backyard was surviving without anyone's help by virtue of his mutation alone.
As time passed, Trent grew to become more feral in his nature. Initially he had avoided contact with any of the people that frequented the area, using his mutant abilities to stay hidden, but after years of making a life for himself and coming to think of his particular neck of the woods as his home and did not take kindly to those he saw as invasive. Just wanting to be left alone, Trent began attacking hikers and anyone else who ventured into what he saw as his territory, not particularly violent in his attacks but doing enough to chase them off. In the months following the first time he attacked someone, Trent developed a reputation in the area, becoming something akin to a local urban legend, with some describing him as a "notably small, messy looking Bigfoot" while others claimed that the forest was home to some kind of swamp creature. In reality he was just a scared fifteen year old, unsure of what he was or that there were others like him out there, not knowing that as rumours of his activity spread beyond just the immediate area, eventually they would come for him.
Three dozen years. How Can We Contact-
thelesserevil#9393 on DiscordTime Zone-
Central EuropeanHow did you find us?
I had to waterboard Charly to get her to tell me about this place. Other Characters-
Scion, Iceman, Flashback, Cannonball, Mimic, Emma Frost, Chrome and Angel. Role Play Sample-
Bright green eyes peered through the foliage at the unfamiliar faces of the people nearby. It wasn't the first time that Trent had had unwelcome visitors to his part of the forest, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but there was something different about these people. They weren't dressed like hikers, and they didn't look like they were planning to go camping in the area either. Trent had no idea what kind of outfits they were wearing, but they didn't look like no police officers he remembered either. To be fair, it had been a while since he'd last seen one of them - he'd sort of lost track how long exactly he had been out here - so maybe this was how the police dressed now. He cocked his head lightly for a moment, not sure if this was an improvement or not.
Trent himself was hidden from sight, not just by the surrounding vegetation but by the similar foliage growing from his plant-like body as well, helping him blend in almost seamlessly. This area was his home, he knew it well, and he knew how to keep himself from being noticed until he was close enough to strike - nothing serious, because Trent still remembered that killing or even hurting people was bad, but enough to send them running. He knew he could do it, he had done it many times before. In this part of the Kisatchie Forest especially, Trent was completely in his element. He was like a guerilla fighter, if guerilla fighters had no actual fighting ability and were relying solely on the advantages given to them by their genetic mutation.
Carefully moving closer, Trent discarded the leaves he'd been covered with in favour of turning his skin harder, more closely resembling the bark of the nearby trees than his usual verdant green form. He remembered the last time he'd jumped out at someone looking like this, his fingers tipped in sharp claws; the poor woman had let out a scream that had almost made Trent laugh, before dropping her backpack and making a run for it like a bear had just jumped out of the bushes. That had been a good one, not in the least because her backpack had provided him with all sorts of things to occupy his time with, even if he didn't know what half the things in there were. He'd liked the weird teabags in there best, because even if he couldn't taste anything when he put them in his mouth, he liked how they'd swell up when you got them wet. Still didn't know where the tea came from, though.
Distracted by his memories for a moment, Trent almost missed his moment, and in his rush to get the jump on these people almost tripped over his own feet as he jumped out of the bushes. Coming to a stop in front of the strangers, in a mostly graceful manner by his standards, Trent pointed his taloned right hand in their direction and snarled. When that did not achieve the desired result immediately, he took a step forward and let out a guttural "Go away!"