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[Angelness]

((There's currently a thunderstorm here, so I'll be modifying these frequently because I don't want to lose anything. That's all.))

.::Name::.

Alexandria Beth Cornell

.::Nickname/s::.

ABC, Alexis, or Ally. ABC is only ever used in jest. She prefers Ally. She also hates Alexis because one of her the boys who had a crush on her sent her a Valentine that said 'To the Beautiful Alexoxoxoxis.' He was seven. She was eight. It creeped her out. So unless you're her grandmother, don't call her Alexis. Please.

.::Age::.

Sixteen

.::Gender::.

Female

.::Profession::.

Trainer

.::Hometown::.

Fortree City, Hoenn

.::Personality::.

.::Appearance::.

.::History::.

Age Nine

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"Ally, don't climb so high! Come back down, it's almost dinner time!"

She wanted to protest, but she was too high up. Her mother wouldn't hear her from their backyard. (Calling it a backyard was a rather large stretch. It was a couple planks of wood attached to the left-most side of their house. Ropes secured it from below and attached it to their ceiling, and it rested on two other branches. And it was only, like, five feet across. Tops. Most people didn't even both with backyards there. Her mother wanted a home on the ground, so she was making due with what she had.) Maybe she could pretend she hadn't heard her mother. Yes. That would work.

As her mother spoke, a small Zigzagoon ran up the tree, shooting right past Ally. He grabbed Ally's attention, and she pulled herself up to another tree limb, attempting to follow the little rodent. She loved Zigzagoon nests; apparently, the Zigzagoon in Fortree were the only ones who nested in trees, too. They were special! Dinner could wait.

Besides, her grandpa had said to never start something new until you finished your current goal unless the new one was related. Going down the tree was not related to going up the tree. Not at all. She was going to follow her grandpa's advice, not her mother's. After all, her mother made furniture for bases and knickknacks for tourists. Her grandpa had been a pokemon trainer. No one knew of him in Hoenn, but in Kanto, he was famous. (According to her mother, he only claimed that he was famous in Kanto. But why would he lie to his only granddaughter?)

And besides, following grandpa's advice meant she could keep climbing her tree and maybe find that nest. Her house was located thirty feet up its base, but she had never climbed to the top, in all her nine years. That was, like, blasphemy. At least, in Fortree it was. Even if your house was located thirty feet up one of the tallest trees in town. That was irrelevant. Jacob and Maria and Jenny and all of her friends had been to the top of their trees. Heck, a Zigzagoon could get to the top of her tree. So why couldn't she?

Grinning, the wiry little girl continued her climb.

And she made it to the nest. She saw a Linoone, and several other young Zigzagoons climbing up and down her tree, trying to figure out how their legs worked. She got to the point of the tree where no limbs would support her weight. 'I'm on top the of the world! Holy freaking wow, this place is cool!' And then, right as one of the Zigzagoon was coming up to inspect the human at the top of the tree, she saw her mother's Swellow flying up to get her. Crap.

And then she was grounded for two weeks.

But still. It was worth it.

Age Ten &&& Age Eleven

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A year and a half later, her grandpa was diagnosed with bone cancer. The doctors said that if they'd found it earlier, they could have saved him. But they didn't, so they couldn't. They found it in the latest stages. He was guaranteed to die, and to die soon. In order to give him time to say goodbye, they pumped him up with medications and pain killers so he'd be at least semi-conscious when people visited him.

She visited him in the hospital several times before he died. The night before her eleventh birthday, he finally fessed up. Her mother had been right. He'd never been famous in Kanto. He'd never been anyone in Kanto. He'd gotten his first and second badge with a Pidgey (his second with a Pidgeotto), gotten cocky, and was beaten to a pulp when he tried to get his third at Vermilion Gym with the same Pokemon. Angered by its trainers sheer stupidity and refusal to get another Pokemon, his bird flew off and never returned. He was left alone, stranded in Vermilion City, struggling to make something of himself. He was never a successful trainer. He was never a successful anything.

"I'm sorry I lied to you." His last words to her were still etched in her brain. He had grabbed her upper arm and stared right into her eyes. "I just wanted to be looked up to. I wanted to be a good example. I wasn't one, so I made one up. I'm sorry. Be better than me. Don't take the easy route - make something of yourself. I know you can do it." She gulped and nodded, and then her mother had taken her out of the room. Ten days later, shortly after her entrance to her ever-sought-after preteen years, her grandfather died.

That night, she sat on her bed and thought about everything that had happened. So. Her grandfather had lied to his family, including her, for most of his life. She wouldn't do that. She wouldn't need to lie. She would be something. Ally promised herself that. She was barely eleven years old, but when she was seventy, she would look back, and be proud of herself. Her grandfather had inspired her quite a lot in his last days, but she never shed a tear for him. The grandfather she'd grown up with wasn't the grandfather she'd actually had. Her "grandfather" had died a week and a half ago. Her mother's father had died of cancer. Her grandfather (who was biologically the same person) had pulled off his disguise after so many years of hiding.

That grandfather wasn't worth her tears. Maybe it was harsh. But that was life.

Age Sixteen

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Ally walked across the stage with the rest of her class. She had advanced two years and was well ahead of everyone her own age; she was already receiving her diploma from the AATPT (Academy of Advanced Techniques for Pokemon Trainers). In one week, she was to set sail for the newest region she could afford to go to: The Novus Region. She knew nothing about it, other than that a variety of Pokemon were offered as starters, and that it was virtually unexplored.

Very few trainers had started there thus far. 'This is for you. I hope you appreciate it. She still refused to call her grandpa by his name, or even by his familiar title. Grandfathers were supposed to be wise and caring and loving and let you go places your parents wouldn't let you go and spoil you. Not lie to you for the first ten years of your life. When that occurred to her, she edited her thoughts. No, actually, I don't care if you appreciate it or not. I hope I appreciate it. I don't care if you like it. I just hope you were right about that whole 'not taking the easy route' stuff.

The next seven days passed rapidly. She was packed, albeit lightly. Clothes, food, some survival guides and a couple of handbooks from school - How to Make Specialized Pokemon Food, Where to Camp, Basic Battle Strategies, and so on - and pretty much nothing else. Money and Pokemon and that sort of thing would come with time. Or, so she hoped. That girl who had defied her mother's wishes and climbed that tree felt very far away from her as she stepped onto the boat and waved goodbye to her family. Hopefully, she would do better than her grandfather had. But who knew what would happen out there in the wild?

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.::Other::.

Crow is awesome. Lyk, for srs, she rox my sox. :D