Post by zero on Jun 29, 2009 13:15:36 GMT -6
(( Sorry all. xD I've spent a lot of thought on my character, and haven't gotten around to making her thing yet. Seeing as we already have an Alexandria, I can't use Alexavia. Too... similar. So instead, I've made a new trainer that I hope I will be able to play to my full extent. :3 Or rather I have simply changed Alex's name. xDD
Anyway, enough rambling. xD Here goes... something? ))
Name;;
Marion Cunnings.
She prefers to be called Marion. And that is /not/ pronounced 'Mary-un.' D: I pronounce it as 'Mar-e-un'. Say it with me. Marion. Marion. ;O
Age;;
Eighteen years. Three months. Fifteen days. Yes. :3
Gender;;
Female, of course.
Profession;;
Marion is a decently experianced Pokemon trainer. No, not a breeder. Not a coordinator. A trainer. :3 Oh, and also an artist.
Hometown;;
Marion is from Canalave City in the Sinnoh region.
Description; Personality;;
Some trainers are shy, some are bold and even obnoxious. Coordinators and breeders even fit into these cadegories. Marion does not fit into any of them, for she is not shy, nor bold, nor even the slightest bit obnoxious.
She is simply blank, a rather uninteresting and even perhaps boring specimen. Most would fit this onto the shy charts, but she is not nervous around other humans or Pokemon for that matter. She is not afraid to speak her mind, nor is she afraid to shut it. Marion is not one to wear her heart on her sleeve; she is more of a person who wears a mask on her face.
So how is this summed down into just a few words?
Marion is kind hearted, though she will not show it to most people. She is fair at times, though very rough at others. Though again you cannot see it by looking at her. A mask was made to cloak the feelings and ride the truth. That is what masks are for, and Marion has perfected hers.
So in other words, when she really feels for the Pokemon of yours she has just beaten to a pulp, she will instead stand there and stare off absently, perhaps patting her own Pokemon on the head and muttering something about what a good job it has done. And if she actually knows and/or likes you, you might be lucky and get a small comment on your beaten Pokemon's condition.
So in truth, Marion is a kind person. Her outside demeanor just will not show it, and instead reflects this very dull and almost cold shell of a person. :3
Simple enough? You bet not.
Description; Appearance;;
Height;; Marion is proud of her height, which happens to be 5'7. Yes, a little on the tall side. But isn't that far better than being short? Yes, yes it is.
Weight;; Around 115 pounds. Of course, with height comes extra weight. Marion has always been a petite little thing, though.
Skin Coloration;; Lightly tanned, no freckles seen. She's been introduring herself to the sun a lot more. Turns out it is actually quite nice.
Outfit;; Marion's out fit is her outfit. She does change it often, but it's kept to the same basic stuff. Shirt is loose and baggy, though it somehow managed to fit her form at the same time. Left shoulder is exposed where the checkered fabric slips off, showing a green and black tanktop strap. Jeans are faded, grey with a black background. The right knee is shreaded slightly, but Marion doesn't care. It's actually supposed to be like that. Footwear is black jockey boots, almost managing to reach her knees. Her shirt, with its long fabric, manages to reach past her hips. Suspenders hang with the checkered pattern, colored green and black as her mostly hidden tank top is. Belt, completely hidden under her shirt, buldges slightly with the all too common ball capsules almost all trainers have. Even though at the start of this they are all empty. Belt is black in color, the Pokeballs on it hanging from small silver chains. Bag is flung over her shoulder, a backpack also of green and black, including some white. Around her neck and lying on the exposed skin of her torso the shirt and tank top allow is a necklace of silver, a small curved heart at the bottom of the chain. So let's just say that her outfit does not 'fit' her personality. At least not as well as it could.
Equipment in the Bag;; Money, of course. Potions for Pokemon, and just incase. Various food items, such as energy bars and water bottles. Changes of clothes, extra shoes that could be far more comfortable and exceptable than her donned boots. Extra Pokeballs, ( Marion only uses Luxury Balls and Ultra Balls. It's just... her thing. ) a small First-Aid kit, little trinkets such as hairbands and clips. Toothbrush, hair brush, other various objects and things. Sleeping bag, flashlight, totally fogetting obvious things that you need when changing regions... xDD Yeah. Just the basics.
Hair;; Marion's hair is... her hair. The locks are short and straight, mostly colored white but dusted with a very light tan shade closer to the scalp. Her style is simple and sweet, actually managing to flow unlike some trainers who seem to use an insane amount of hairspray. Bangs are chopped in the front, slowly growing longer as they reach the sides of the face. White just barely manages to touch her eyes, and is always being pushed out of the way. Strands of white remain the longest at the front sides, and then get shorter as they reach the back of the neck, just barely managing to touch the tip of it. There always seems to be some checkered hair ornament of some kind in her locks. Just a little Marion touch.
Eyes;; Marion's eyes are a shade of near gold, mixed in with small flecks of darker green around the pupil. A rare coloration, odd perhaps, but that was a trainer for you.
Face in General;; Her face is small, chin slightly rounded. Skin is neat and kept without blemishes or unsightly bags under the eyes. She is a female; females are to keep care of their faces. Brows are thin and neat, cheeks slight and never colored red in embarassment. Remember the mask. She can't really... do that.
General Body;; Yes, Marion is thin. Not overly skinny or caving in or anything, though. Hips are slightly rounded, legs long due to her height. She has often thought that her arms were too long, but that is a minor thing. Hands are of a decent, if almost adverage size. Her fingers are long, flowing artist's fingers put to good use.
Nails;; Ah yes, the nails. Marion had a rather bad habit of biting and chewing them when she was young, and the marks have forever remained. Small white spots on shorter nails, obviously having been bitten.
Muscles;; Marion lacks these. Of course, she has some muscle tone in her body. Just not an overly large and freakish amount. She could use some more muscle, sure. But when is it that you need to lift and toss a log out of the way in the forest when you cannot venture forward? Very rarely. And Pokemon come in use there.
Description; History;;
Age Eight;
"I've heard that your daughter has taken an interest in drawing."
"Oh, well, yes. She's always sketching something. She has talent."
It was a warm and rather adverage afternoon, windows open to let in a sea breeze and the sound of water lapping at the ships and the walls of the canal. Mechanic sounds echoed as the bridge was raised to allow a ship to depart, probably heading out to take a load of goods to one of the other seaside cities.
"What does she draw?"
Pages were flipped in the living room, a younger child sprawled out on the floor. Pencil was held delicately in the hand, eyelids drooped as stare was ever held on a piece of blank paper that was settled on a clipboard before the girl's face.
"Oh, lots of Pokemon. Just little things that appear in the city."
Hand reached out, line sketched, curving slightly. Eye was made, followed by a drooping eyelid, much like the child's own. Small nose, extravagent fins that stretched out. Small fins, lines for the stripes and patterns on the body.
"Oh, there she goes again... Must be a Lumineon."
There was no responce to the two speaking adults, to her mother and her mother's friend. Nothing was needed. Feet were raised into the air, swaying about and kicking at absolutly nothing as the drawing was continued. Waves of water were frowned upon, lines arching about to propell the Pokemon into the sky.
"I don't know how she does it... Oh, you're going to kick Buizel!"
Age Twelve;;
"Marion, would you like to go over to Gabriels house? His mother said that you were invited to his birthday party today. It's only in a few hours... Why didn't you tell me?"
Gold and green stared at the canvas, brush raised to create a smooth stroke, white highlight added to the blue wave. Eyes blinked, brush turned and moved.
"Marion?" A sigh. "Would you like to go to the party?"
"... No."
The mother was taken aback by this, frowning and looking down. Shirt was adjusted, eyes softening as they studied the paper layed out on the carpet.
"Are you sure..? Why don't you want to go?"
White faded into blue, wings stretching out and pushing the water away. Gaping mouth was opened, eyes glowing a fierce blue. Sea song and salt scent wavered from the painting, an image in the mind that made it seem real.
"I don't want to."
"What are you painting?"
Lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line, gold and green eyes blinking. Brush was dipped into darker blue, color added to an untouched corner of the canvas.
"Nothing."
Age Fifteen;;
"Marion, your father wants a word with you."
"... Why?"
A sigh, quite an exagerated one at that. "I don't know. Go to the kitchen."
Head was turned, white and dusted tan hair flowing in the motion. Steps were taken in bare feet, posture kept corrent and upright. A weasel like creature followed along behind the female, head kept forward and eyes blinking freely. Arms were kept at the sides, tails swaying as the Pokemon walked.
"What are you doing?"
The question was slightly unexpected, though it was not shown on a blank face. Motion was halted, fingers intertwined in front of the body. The Floatzel at her side had stopped as well, hands placed on the chest and head tilted up to look at a rather enraged man that stood in the center of the small kitchen.
"I am having a conversation with you."
"No, no. You know what I mean. Excelling in class? Drawing everything you see perfectly not five minutes after just catching a glimpse of the thing? Top of your class, bragged about all over the place. I want a normal daughter."
There was silence for a long time, the only thing that eventually broke it quiet sobbing that came from the back hallway.
"Why are you upset? You should be proud of a child with qualities like mine."
"No, I don't need to be proud. You're too talented. I don't like it."
Teeth were bared from the sea weasel Pokemon at the female's side, low growl rumbling in the throat and crawling into the air. Hand was moved to touch the water creature's head, fingers gently stroking bristled fur.
"Understood?"
Age Eighteen;;
Her father had left the family.
There was no reason to be surrounded by praise and bragging from other parents, who apparently knew more about his disowned child than he himself did. It was a hard concept to understand. Marion minded not.
A father is not the person who helped to create you. It is the person who sculpts and cares and raises you up to what you become and are to become later in life. The man who shunned talent and gifted traits was not a father. Marion knew that very well. Her mother knew the same fact.
"Alright... Well, here you go, sweetie."
Smile was broken by tears, sniffling followed as arms wrapped around a rather unresponsive near woman. Eyes blinked slowly, body stiff before arms managed to return the same gesture of love and care. It was unknown.
"I can't believe you're leaving to go to a new region... Are you sure you'll be alright? They have new starter Pokemon there... Can you bring Floatzel with you?"
No responce was given as the girl pulled away, head tilted slightly. Smile managed to cross the face, a small and tired one. Step back was taken, bag grabbed and flung over the shoulder. The Pokemon at her side looked up, head tilted as well.
"Mother... Keep Floatzel with you. I'm going to start new."
Knees were bent, form lowered to look the Pokemon in the eye. Hand reached out, stroking the creature's head. Neck was turned, head tilted forward and into the touch. Eyes closed, soft rumble growing in the throat.
"I'll be back to visit sometime. I don't know when... Take care."
Other;;
Crow is awesome. :3 Totally.
(( DD: Sorry if I made this... rather long. xD It's a bad habit of mine. Blah. I have nothing else to do, so... Uhm, yeah I might as well. And I'm finished with Marion. :3 She shouldn't be too hard to roleplay. And I wasn't sure about bringing Floatzel in, because it said that we'd get new starter Pokemon and stuff, which I have yet to find because I got lost on the forum... :/ Yeah.
I don't even like Floatzel much. xDDD Haven't bothered to train mine. ))
Anyway, enough rambling. xD Here goes... something? ))
Name;;
Marion Cunnings.
She prefers to be called Marion. And that is /not/ pronounced 'Mary-un.' D: I pronounce it as 'Mar-e-un'. Say it with me. Marion. Marion. ;O
Age;;
Eighteen years. Three months. Fifteen days. Yes. :3
Gender;;
Female, of course.
Profession;;
Marion is a decently experianced Pokemon trainer. No, not a breeder. Not a coordinator. A trainer. :3 Oh, and also an artist.
Hometown;;
Marion is from Canalave City in the Sinnoh region.
Description; Personality;;
Some trainers are shy, some are bold and even obnoxious. Coordinators and breeders even fit into these cadegories. Marion does not fit into any of them, for she is not shy, nor bold, nor even the slightest bit obnoxious.
She is simply blank, a rather uninteresting and even perhaps boring specimen. Most would fit this onto the shy charts, but she is not nervous around other humans or Pokemon for that matter. She is not afraid to speak her mind, nor is she afraid to shut it. Marion is not one to wear her heart on her sleeve; she is more of a person who wears a mask on her face.
So how is this summed down into just a few words?
Marion is kind hearted, though she will not show it to most people. She is fair at times, though very rough at others. Though again you cannot see it by looking at her. A mask was made to cloak the feelings and ride the truth. That is what masks are for, and Marion has perfected hers.
So in other words, when she really feels for the Pokemon of yours she has just beaten to a pulp, she will instead stand there and stare off absently, perhaps patting her own Pokemon on the head and muttering something about what a good job it has done. And if she actually knows and/or likes you, you might be lucky and get a small comment on your beaten Pokemon's condition.
So in truth, Marion is a kind person. Her outside demeanor just will not show it, and instead reflects this very dull and almost cold shell of a person. :3
Simple enough? You bet not.
Description; Appearance;;
Height;; Marion is proud of her height, which happens to be 5'7. Yes, a little on the tall side. But isn't that far better than being short? Yes, yes it is.
Weight;; Around 115 pounds. Of course, with height comes extra weight. Marion has always been a petite little thing, though.
Skin Coloration;; Lightly tanned, no freckles seen. She's been introduring herself to the sun a lot more. Turns out it is actually quite nice.
Outfit;; Marion's out fit is her outfit. She does change it often, but it's kept to the same basic stuff. Shirt is loose and baggy, though it somehow managed to fit her form at the same time. Left shoulder is exposed where the checkered fabric slips off, showing a green and black tanktop strap. Jeans are faded, grey with a black background. The right knee is shreaded slightly, but Marion doesn't care. It's actually supposed to be like that. Footwear is black jockey boots, almost managing to reach her knees. Her shirt, with its long fabric, manages to reach past her hips. Suspenders hang with the checkered pattern, colored green and black as her mostly hidden tank top is. Belt, completely hidden under her shirt, buldges slightly with the all too common ball capsules almost all trainers have. Even though at the start of this they are all empty. Belt is black in color, the Pokeballs on it hanging from small silver chains. Bag is flung over her shoulder, a backpack also of green and black, including some white. Around her neck and lying on the exposed skin of her torso the shirt and tank top allow is a necklace of silver, a small curved heart at the bottom of the chain. So let's just say that her outfit does not 'fit' her personality. At least not as well as it could.
Equipment in the Bag;; Money, of course. Potions for Pokemon, and just incase. Various food items, such as energy bars and water bottles. Changes of clothes, extra shoes that could be far more comfortable and exceptable than her donned boots. Extra Pokeballs, ( Marion only uses Luxury Balls and Ultra Balls. It's just... her thing. ) a small First-Aid kit, little trinkets such as hairbands and clips. Toothbrush, hair brush, other various objects and things. Sleeping bag, flashlight, totally fogetting obvious things that you need when changing regions... xDD Yeah. Just the basics.
Hair;; Marion's hair is... her hair. The locks are short and straight, mostly colored white but dusted with a very light tan shade closer to the scalp. Her style is simple and sweet, actually managing to flow unlike some trainers who seem to use an insane amount of hairspray. Bangs are chopped in the front, slowly growing longer as they reach the sides of the face. White just barely manages to touch her eyes, and is always being pushed out of the way. Strands of white remain the longest at the front sides, and then get shorter as they reach the back of the neck, just barely managing to touch the tip of it. There always seems to be some checkered hair ornament of some kind in her locks. Just a little Marion touch.
Eyes;; Marion's eyes are a shade of near gold, mixed in with small flecks of darker green around the pupil. A rare coloration, odd perhaps, but that was a trainer for you.
Face in General;; Her face is small, chin slightly rounded. Skin is neat and kept without blemishes or unsightly bags under the eyes. She is a female; females are to keep care of their faces. Brows are thin and neat, cheeks slight and never colored red in embarassment. Remember the mask. She can't really... do that.
General Body;; Yes, Marion is thin. Not overly skinny or caving in or anything, though. Hips are slightly rounded, legs long due to her height. She has often thought that her arms were too long, but that is a minor thing. Hands are of a decent, if almost adverage size. Her fingers are long, flowing artist's fingers put to good use.
Nails;; Ah yes, the nails. Marion had a rather bad habit of biting and chewing them when she was young, and the marks have forever remained. Small white spots on shorter nails, obviously having been bitten.
Muscles;; Marion lacks these. Of course, she has some muscle tone in her body. Just not an overly large and freakish amount. She could use some more muscle, sure. But when is it that you need to lift and toss a log out of the way in the forest when you cannot venture forward? Very rarely. And Pokemon come in use there.
Description; History;;
Age Eight;
"I've heard that your daughter has taken an interest in drawing."
"Oh, well, yes. She's always sketching something. She has talent."
It was a warm and rather adverage afternoon, windows open to let in a sea breeze and the sound of water lapping at the ships and the walls of the canal. Mechanic sounds echoed as the bridge was raised to allow a ship to depart, probably heading out to take a load of goods to one of the other seaside cities.
"What does she draw?"
Pages were flipped in the living room, a younger child sprawled out on the floor. Pencil was held delicately in the hand, eyelids drooped as stare was ever held on a piece of blank paper that was settled on a clipboard before the girl's face.
"Oh, lots of Pokemon. Just little things that appear in the city."
Hand reached out, line sketched, curving slightly. Eye was made, followed by a drooping eyelid, much like the child's own. Small nose, extravagent fins that stretched out. Small fins, lines for the stripes and patterns on the body.
"Oh, there she goes again... Must be a Lumineon."
There was no responce to the two speaking adults, to her mother and her mother's friend. Nothing was needed. Feet were raised into the air, swaying about and kicking at absolutly nothing as the drawing was continued. Waves of water were frowned upon, lines arching about to propell the Pokemon into the sky.
"I don't know how she does it... Oh, you're going to kick Buizel!"
Age Twelve;;
"Marion, would you like to go over to Gabriels house? His mother said that you were invited to his birthday party today. It's only in a few hours... Why didn't you tell me?"
Gold and green stared at the canvas, brush raised to create a smooth stroke, white highlight added to the blue wave. Eyes blinked, brush turned and moved.
"Marion?" A sigh. "Would you like to go to the party?"
"... No."
The mother was taken aback by this, frowning and looking down. Shirt was adjusted, eyes softening as they studied the paper layed out on the carpet.
"Are you sure..? Why don't you want to go?"
White faded into blue, wings stretching out and pushing the water away. Gaping mouth was opened, eyes glowing a fierce blue. Sea song and salt scent wavered from the painting, an image in the mind that made it seem real.
"I don't want to."
"What are you painting?"
Lips were pressed tightly together in a thin line, gold and green eyes blinking. Brush was dipped into darker blue, color added to an untouched corner of the canvas.
"Nothing."
Age Fifteen;;
"Marion, your father wants a word with you."
"... Why?"
A sigh, quite an exagerated one at that. "I don't know. Go to the kitchen."
Head was turned, white and dusted tan hair flowing in the motion. Steps were taken in bare feet, posture kept corrent and upright. A weasel like creature followed along behind the female, head kept forward and eyes blinking freely. Arms were kept at the sides, tails swaying as the Pokemon walked.
"What are you doing?"
The question was slightly unexpected, though it was not shown on a blank face. Motion was halted, fingers intertwined in front of the body. The Floatzel at her side had stopped as well, hands placed on the chest and head tilted up to look at a rather enraged man that stood in the center of the small kitchen.
"I am having a conversation with you."
"No, no. You know what I mean. Excelling in class? Drawing everything you see perfectly not five minutes after just catching a glimpse of the thing? Top of your class, bragged about all over the place. I want a normal daughter."
There was silence for a long time, the only thing that eventually broke it quiet sobbing that came from the back hallway.
"Why are you upset? You should be proud of a child with qualities like mine."
"No, I don't need to be proud. You're too talented. I don't like it."
Teeth were bared from the sea weasel Pokemon at the female's side, low growl rumbling in the throat and crawling into the air. Hand was moved to touch the water creature's head, fingers gently stroking bristled fur.
"Understood?"
Age Eighteen;;
Her father had left the family.
There was no reason to be surrounded by praise and bragging from other parents, who apparently knew more about his disowned child than he himself did. It was a hard concept to understand. Marion minded not.
A father is not the person who helped to create you. It is the person who sculpts and cares and raises you up to what you become and are to become later in life. The man who shunned talent and gifted traits was not a father. Marion knew that very well. Her mother knew the same fact.
"Alright... Well, here you go, sweetie."
Smile was broken by tears, sniffling followed as arms wrapped around a rather unresponsive near woman. Eyes blinked slowly, body stiff before arms managed to return the same gesture of love and care. It was unknown.
"I can't believe you're leaving to go to a new region... Are you sure you'll be alright? They have new starter Pokemon there... Can you bring Floatzel with you?"
No responce was given as the girl pulled away, head tilted slightly. Smile managed to cross the face, a small and tired one. Step back was taken, bag grabbed and flung over the shoulder. The Pokemon at her side looked up, head tilted as well.
"Mother... Keep Floatzel with you. I'm going to start new."
Knees were bent, form lowered to look the Pokemon in the eye. Hand reached out, stroking the creature's head. Neck was turned, head tilted forward and into the touch. Eyes closed, soft rumble growing in the throat.
"I'll be back to visit sometime. I don't know when... Take care."
Other;;
Crow is awesome. :3 Totally.
(( DD: Sorry if I made this... rather long. xD It's a bad habit of mine. Blah. I have nothing else to do, so... Uhm, yeah I might as well. And I'm finished with Marion. :3 She shouldn't be too hard to roleplay. And I wasn't sure about bringing Floatzel in, because it said that we'd get new starter Pokemon and stuff, which I have yet to find because I got lost on the forum... :/ Yeah.
I don't even like Floatzel much. xDDD Haven't bothered to train mine. ))
