<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/87/7f/13/877f1318045f986ac25994ab7705b4dd.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Basics</span></span><br/><strong>Character name:</strong>Keegan Kelly.<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Does he really have to have an alias? Is that totally necessary? It's bad enough people call him Flowerpot behind his back.<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male.<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Beggars really can't be choosers, so... bi? Pan? He's not sure what the nomenclature is these days.<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Definitely single. Painfully so, one might say.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'11", but he slouches so much he looks more like 5'7".<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>About 150 lbs.<br/><strong>Hair color:</strong>Brown.<br/><strong>Eye color:</strong>Green.<br/><strong>Hometown/Place of birth:</strong>Ironically enough, Santa Fe, New Mexico. Smack in the middle of the desert.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">More Personal</span></span><br/><strong>Family:</strong>Ryan Kelly (Father; Mechanic in Santa Fe; Delta level mutant)<br/>Jimena Kelly, née Hernandez (Mother; Housekeeper in Santa Fe; no known mutant ability)<br/>Connor Kelly (Older brother;<del>utter douchebag</del>Marketing Exec in NYC; Delta level mutant)<br/>Quinn Kelly (Younger sister; Punk Rocker in L.A.; Delta level mutant)<br/>Clara Kelly (Youngest sister; High school student in Santa Fe; no known mutant ability)<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Well, okay, where to start? Keegan is the kind of guy who pops Tums like TicTacs. He's the only person he's ever met who had a stress-induced stomach ulcer before he hit puberty. His two closest siblings always steamrolled over him, so he grew up quiet and timid, and honestly not much has changed. He's just a teensy bit cynical, but you would be too if the universe decided to make your whole life one big joke. When he does speak, he tends to stammer, even if he's trying to be snarky. Mostly Keegan's content with playing the wallflower (pun absolutely<em>not</em>intended), but thanks to his newfound powers, that's not really an option any more.<br/><br/><strong>Hobbies:</strong>Nice, calm, peaceful things like doing math and reading and drinking more coffee than is really healthy. And horticulture now, because it's not like he has a choice.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Keegan grew up almost mind-meltingly normal. Alright, so maybe his dad's side of the family had a tendency to develop some kind of weird knack or strange ability. They always attributed it to "havin' the luck o' the Irish" or something. So his dad could do some tricks with a little bit of magnetism, and yeah, his brother Connor was maybe a little<em>too</em>persuasive, but it was no big deal. To tell the truth, Keegan was a little relieved when it seemed like that particular trait had passed him over. He was totally fine (okay, maybe a little disappointed in his heart of hearts) with being dull as dishwater, plain-jane normal. He made it through high school relatively intact, despite his bullies' best efforts. He made it into a decent college, got a degree in something useful yet harmless, and settled into a nice, gray life of corporate accounting. And then he was assigned the Roxxon account.<br/><br/>That was the point at which Keegan's life went down the metaphorical shitter.<br/><br/>The problem with the Roxxon account was that it was less an account and more of a giant pile of white collar crime. Tax fraud, unpaid liens, money laundering, embezzlement-- the deeper he dug, the worse it got. Keegan is no hero, and he wasn't then either, but it got to a point where even he couldn't ignore the sheer criminality of what he'd uncovered. In what was probably the stupidest, bravest move he'd ever made in his short, dull life, Keegan leaked every piece of evidence he'd managed to scrounge up on the most public social media platform he could find, and then he holed up in his apartment and drank five bottles of Pepto Bismol.<br/><br/>When Roxxon caught up to him (because of course they did, it's not like Keegan knows enough about computers to cover his tracks), he was a nervous wreck, but it wasn't until the biggest thug pulled a gun that Keegan's powers finally manifested. Plants sprang from seemingly nowhere, bursting to life through desert sand and concrete, violently sprouting from his hands, all aimed at the intruders. His apartment complex turned into something from a Studio Ghibli movie, and it took emergency services two hours to hack through the greenery and make it inside. They found an apartment drenched in some kind of strange pollen. Keegan hiding in his bathtub, and four very large, very confused thugs wrapped in vines from head to toe (and way, way too excited about it). To Keegan's eternal embarrassment, the whole debacle ended up on national TV, so when he got a call from the Xavier Institute, he jumped on the opportunity to get the hell out of Dodge. And by Dodge, I mean a mutant detainment center.<br/><br/>Luckily for Keegan, he arrived well after the attack on the school, so mostly he's been busy going over the Institute's expenses to try and help with the financial side of the repairs.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Mutations and Powers</span></span><br/><strong>Classification:</strong>Gamma.<br/><br/><strong>Type of mutant:</strong>Dormant gene.<br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong><em>Chlorokinesis:</em>Keegan can manipulate, and apparently even produce plants at will. He has very little control over his power, though he is slowly learning how to keep the local greenery from reacting to his emotions. He still hasn't figured out how to keep from growing a ridiculous flower crown every morning, and he's now a lot more sensitive to most pesticides, but that's usually the worst of it. He drinks so much water now, he could probably buy stock in Brita filters.<br/><br/><em>Pheromones:</em>The plants that grow on Keegan's body put off pheromones that communicate his general emotional state to the world at large. It is the bane of his existence. Imagine being a stupidly nervous in social situations, and then imagine that your social anxiety is literally contagious thanks to the Eau du Paníc wafting from the flowers on your head. Unless it's a particularly strong emotion or in the case of someone with enhanced senses, the pheromones aren't so effective that most people can't ignore them.<br/><br/><em><del>Sex Pollen</del> The World's Dumbest Defense Mechanism:</em>In extremely dire cases, when Keegan legitimately believes death is imminent, the plants on and around him release a pollen that uh. Well. It makes people horny. Really horny. It is also the single most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him. Honestly? He'd rather die, but no. No, instead he spews sex pollen everywhere. There is not enough alcohol or therapy in the world to make that okay.<br/><br/><strong>Abilities:</strong>Keegan is really good at math, and he has a not entirely terrible singing voice. He worked as a barista in college, so he can make a pretty damn good cup of coffee.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u">School Information</span></span><br/><strong>Classes Taught:</strong>College Algebra, Calc I & II.<br/><br/><strong>Staff Relations:</strong>None at the moment. They all kind of terrify him, to be honest.