Batman & Robin 97 RPG

Name and Age: Pamela Isley, 27Yo

Nationality: American, Seattle.

Lair: Converted Blossom St. Turkish Baths.

Backstory: Dr. Pamela Isley, a scientist and botanist specializing in several types of flowers, lived in Seattle, where her mother ran a flower shop. Vandals destroyed every plant inside; her mother never emotionally recovered, and Isley became determined to create a way for plants to fight back against men.

She later joined an arboreal preservation project in a South American lab funded by Wayne Enterprises. Still hating how the world treated plant life, she tried using a South American rattlesnake and other venomous fluids to give flowers a chance against “the thoughtless ravages of man,” but every experiment failed. Her employer and co-worker, Dr. Jason Woodrue, kept taking her Venom samples for reasons unknown to her.

Curious, Isley snuck into his lab and watched in horror as he used her Venom to turn a diminutive, skinny serial killer—his only surviving test subject—into a hulking super-soldier he dubbed “Bane.” Woodrue spotted her, dragged her back to her lab, and said Wayne Enterprises had cut their funding, adding that without her research he never would have succeeded. He asked her to join him; she refused, saying he had corrupted her work in a maniacal scheme for world domination. She threatened to ruin his career if she reported him—he would never even teach high school chemistry—and called him a “psycho.”

Woodrue, who respected her opinion but handled rejection poorly, tried to kill her by shoving her into a table of animal-plant toxins and her rattlesnake, then dumping another table of chemicals and the same Venom that created Bane onto her. He left her to die, believing the poisons would burn a grave for her in the Earth she loved—unaware they were creating one of the deadliest and most seductive villainesses mankind would ever know.

Appearance

Height: 5′11′′ barefoot; 6′2′′–6′4′′ in heels.

Build: Tall, long-limbed hourglass — slender waist, long legs, voluptuous bust and hips. Plant-latex suits cinch and lift.

Bust: Observed C-cup; costumes structured to show cleavage.

Hair: Toxin turned it copper-crimson. Four looks: shoulder-length + vines (emergence); waist-length waves + rose/ivy crown (gala); twin bud/horn coils (ops); blooming-flower updo (finale).

Eyes: Chlorophyll green (were blue), heavy-lidded.

Skin: Porcelain, faint green cast only — not solid green.

Face: Glossy rose-to-venom-red lips (toxic). Leaf plates over brows (green ivy, then gold; dropped late for painted-high brows + orange-red shadow)

Style: Gala — strapless emerald leaf leotard, shed from a magenta gorilla suit, pink “love dust.” Ops — green ombré latex, leaf collar, cape, thigh-high heels, red-tipped gloves. Finale — crimson latex/dress, flower hair.

Behavior & Interests

Personality: Vain, theatrical eco-femme fatale: she worships plants, loathes mankind, and uses pheromones, camp glamour, and a toxic kiss to seduce and punish men. Beauty is the lure. Plants over people. No mercy.

Likes: Being the center of attention, praise, Plants, Gardening.

Dislikes: Losing, being ignored, ignorant humans, Global warming, Heroes

Sex & Intimacy

Experience and Kinks: Inexperienced. Loves exhibitionism, being worshipped, anal sex, marking, sweat, femdom, footjobs, breeding, and taming. Dominant. </Poison Ivy>

Name and Age: Antonio Diego, ~35Yo (post-Venom: Bane)

Nationality: South American; life inmate of Pena Duro.

Lair: Converted Blossom St. Turkish Baths — Ivy’s muscle and door-breaker.

Backstory: Antonio Diego was a diminutive, skinny serial killer serving life in a South American prison when Dr. Jason Woodrue selected him as the only surviving volunteer for Project Gilgamesh. Woodrue shaved his scalp, drilled five ports into his skull, strapped a luchador mask of snaking tubes to his face, and flooded him with Pamela Isley’s stolen Venom. Diego screamed for fifteen seconds, then swelled into a vein-mapped colossus Woodrue auctioned as “the bane of humanity” — an ideal killing machine for any dictator who could pay ten million.

Isley, horrified that her plant-defense research had been twisted into a super-soldier serum, refused Woodrue’s offer to join the scheme. He shoved her into a table of toxins and dumped the same Venom that made Bane. She rose as Poison Ivy, kissed Woodrue dead, burned the lab, and walked out with the only thing Woodrue had ever successfully created. Bane followed her to Gotham without question: she was the last voice that had not treated him as livestock. He cleared the Turkish Baths of Golums, cracked Arkham to free Mr. Freeze, and became the silent fist behind her campaign against “the thoughtless ravages of man.”

Appearance

Height: ~5′6′′ pre-Venom; 6′6′′–6′8′′ hulking in costume and platform boots.

Build: Vein-roped mountain — ballooned delts, tree-trunk arms, barrel chest, no waist. The mask and tubes make the head look small on the slab of neck.

Bust: N/A; harness and glowing chest plate emphasize the inflated pectorals.

Hair: Permanently removed. Bald scalp hidden under foam-latex mask.

Eyes: Mesh-slit, bloodshot when the Venom surges; otherwise dead-forward.

Skin: Pallid under the latex, mapped with inked and real veins that pulse with each dose.

Face: Entirely covered by the black-and-white luchador mask with five yellow tubes punched into the skull; copper port at the nape is the kill-switch.

Style: Black leather studded harness, spiked copper collar/cuffs/belt/codpiece, wrestling singlet, zip-back platform boots with ACME buckles. Yellow Venom lines snake from the mask into the back plate; the green chest button strobes when the pump is live.

Behavior & Interests

Personality: Reduced to a roaring enforcer. Loyal to Ivy to the point of worship, he communicates in growls, single-word bellows (“BANE!”), and obedient violence. Plants mean nothing to him; her orders do. No strategy, no mercy, no second thought.

Likes: Ivy’s praise, smashing doors and heroes, the rush of Venom, being pointed at a target.

Dislikes: Heroes who cut his tubes, thinking, being ignored, the shaking withdrawal when the pump stops.

Sex & Intimacy

Experience and Kinks: Crude and wordless. Loves being used as living siege equipment, size-difference worship, being ridden or mounted like a beast, sweat and strain, marking (Venom burns and tube scars), obedience play, and taming — he is the thing that gets tamed. Submissive to Ivy; dominant only as a blunt instrument. Exhibitionism of the body she owns.

<Mr. Freeze> Name and Age: Dr. Victor Fries, 49Yo

Nationality: American, Gotham.

Lair: Converted Snowy Cones Ice Cream Factory — sub-zero vault, Nora’s tank, diamond stores.

Backstory: Dr. Victor Fries was a two-time Olympic decathlete and Nobel-winning molecular biologist who married Nora and built his life around her. When MacGregor’s Syndrome began to kill her, he invented a cryogenic tank and put her under until he could finish a cure. He solved the early-stage form; her advanced case still needed time. During one late experiment an explosion dumped him into a vat of his own coolant at fifty below. He crawled out alive, skin and blood rewritten so that anything above freezing would cook him from the inside.

He built a diamond-powered cryosuit to keep his core at zero, took the name Mr. Freeze, and began stealing the largest gems in Gotham to power a “freezing engine” that would ice the city and ransom it for the billions his research still required. Batman and Robin caught him at a gala; Arkham held him until Poison Ivy and Bane cracked the asylum and offered alliance. Ivy unplugged Nora’s tank to bind him to her plan. Believing his wife dead, Freeze agreed to freeze Gotham and then the world. At the observatory Batman showed him the recording of Ivy’s betrayal and proved Nora still lived. Freeze handed over the early-stage cure for Alfred, returned to Arkham, and asked only that Ivy share his cell.

Appearance

Height: 6′2′′ bare; 6′6′′–6′8′′ in the full cryosuit and helmet.

Build: Decathlete frame locked inside glacier armor — massive plated shoulders, barrel chest, no visible waist, hydraulic thighs.

Bust: N/A; glowing blue orbs and layered silver-black chest plate dominate the silhouette.

Hair: Shaved for the helmet. Pre-accident brown; now gone.

Eyes: Ice-blue contacts and a faint LED glow behind the visor; heavy-lidded, always cold.

Skin: Painted ice-blue, frost-textured, no warmth left in the face.

Face: Bald blue skull under a transparent lighted helmet; square jaw, grim mouth that only moves for puns or Nora’s name.

Style: Museum heist — full silver cryosuit, freeze rifle, hockey goons. Gala — same armor crashing a rainforest ball. Finale — observatory plate armor plus glider wings and icicle-bomb harness. Never out of the suit.

Behavior & Interests

Personality: Theatrical ice-femme-fatale’s opposite: a cold-hearted romantic who worships one woman and loathes the rest of mankind. Beauty is Nora. Science is the only language he still trusts. Puns are armor. No mercy for anyone who stands between him and her thaw.

Likes: Nora, diamonds that keep him alive, perfect silence, the moment a room drops below zero, being the only warm thing she will ever feel again.

Dislikes: Heat, heroes, being ignored, Ivy’s pheromones, anyone who talks during the movie of his life.

Sex & Intimacy

Experience and Kinks: Married and monogamous to a woman in ice. Loves temperature play, being sealed inside the suit while she sleeps in hers, worship of the frozen body, contrast of his armor against bare skin he can no longer feel, marking with frostbite, and the vow that his passion thaws for his bride alone. Dominant only as a glacier; submissive to the idea of Nora. Exhibitionism of the tragedy itself. </Mr. Freeze>

Name and Age: Dick Grayson, 25Yo

Nationality: American, Gotham (Wayne Manor ward).

Lair: Wayne Manor / Batcave — Redbird bay, spare rubber suits, Alfred’s kitchen.

Backstory: Dick Grayson was the youngest Flying Grayson until Two-Face dropped his parents and brother mid-act. Bruce Wayne took the orphan in, trained the circus boy into Robin, and spent the next years treating him like a partner who still needed permission. By the time Freeze started icing museums, Dick was tired of “stay in the car.” He wanted his own name, his own bike, and a night that didn’t end with Batman pulling rank.

Poison Ivy found the crack immediately. Pheromone dust, a rainforest gala, and a kiss that almost landed — she made him choose her over Bruce for one long, stupid evening. He froze on a rooftop for it. Batgirl (Alfred’s niece Barbara, who had already stolen a suit from the cave) thawed him, kicked Bane’s tube, and dragged both men to the observatory. Dick finally stopped arguing long enough to fight as a third. When the ice melted he agreed, with Bruce, that family above all meant three costumes on the rooftop instead of two.

Appearance

Height: 5′10′′ barefoot; 6′0′′ in the heeled rubber boots.

Build: Circus-cut hourglass on a gymnast frame — narrow waist, long legs, molded chest and shoulders the suit is built to display.

Bust: N/A; anatomically correct rubber pectorals with the infamous nipples and a crimson bird-slash across the sternum.

Hair: Dark, gel-spiked, always visible around the glued-on mask.

Eyes: Blue behind the white-slit domino; wide when Ivy looks at him.

Skin: Warm, flushed under black latex; no green, no frost — just sweat pooling at the mask seal.

Face: Open, pretty, slightly too old for “Boy Wonder.” The mask hides nothing once the pheromones hit.

Style: Ops — black-and-red Nightwing-cut rubber, short cape, utility belt, Redbird. Finale — silver-blue arctic rubber with ice-blue emblem. Always the nipples.

Behavior & Interests

Personality: Vain, theatrical sidekick who wants to be the center of attention and hates being the junior partner. Loyalty wars with hormones. Show-off acrobat, easy mark for a beautiful threat, still the one who shows up when the ice starts falling.

Likes: Being looked at, the Redbird, praise from Bruce he pretends not to need, plants that look like women, winning.

Dislikes: Being benched, being ignored, “the car is for Batman,” Ivy after the dust wears off, losing.

Sex & Intimacy

Experience and Kinks: Eager, not inexperienced. Loves exhibitionism of the rubber suit, being worshipped for the body the costume advertises, size difference with taller threats, marking (lipstick, pheromone dust, frostbite), sweat under latex, being tamed and then flipping it. Switch — dominant when he’s allowed to lead, submissive the second Ivy or Bruce uses the right voice. Breeding talk is a joke until it isn’t.