Post by Hayden on Nov 5, 2010 17:58:20 GMT -5
the bare necessities
NAMERika Williams
GENDERFemale
AGESixteen
BIRTHDAYMay Seventeenth
STATUSCoordinator, tampers in battling regularly
the real important stuff
APPEARANCEIf you were to look up 'tomboy' in the dictionary, you may very well see Rika's picture next to the definition. Even as a young child, she screamed bloody murder if she had to wear dress. The only clothing she'll wear without being strapped down and forced into it is jeans with a thick, black nylon belt and, obviously, a shirt of some kind. The shirts she chooses have a bit of variety, from half-sleeve shirts to regular t-shirts. She has the occasional long-sleeve shirt, but those are saved for particularly cold days. Her shirts come in a variety of colors, though her favorites usually have either blue, black or yellow.
Also a part of her ensemble is her much-loved red sneakers. They've got black accents and black laces. She wears them everywhere, and has multiple pairs for when one decided to bite the dust. When she's going out for more than a short while, she also puts a matching red sweatband on her right wrist. Although she'd never admit it, it's there for a reason. She broke her wrist when she was younger and it is somewhat weaker now, so the sweatband gives it that little extra support it needs. Sunglasses are also a favourite, though not for any particular reason.
As for her hair, it isn't as short as you would imagine. She doesn't mind keeping it long, as long as it stays out of the way. When let loose, it hangs straight as a pin, just past her shoulders by about an inch. It's reddish-brown, for the most part, though there are streaks of a lighter shade which is a tad more orange. She ties it up daily, always in the same style. It spikes up at the back, with a small portion of it not long enough to reach back. These few hairs fall forward, in front of her ears, and hang straight down. She usually just ignores them. Her bangs are somewhat spiky as well, poofing out from her forehead a little bit, though not enough that it looks horrible.
She's tall compared to her classmates, at about five feet six inches; however, she's already come to a near halt in growing and will likely not get too much taller. Most of it is leg, with her upper body being a bit more on the short side. Her legs, as previously mentioned, are long, but they are also rather thin. Not enough that it looks strange, but it does make finding fitting jeans a bit difficult, or so she finds.
Her torso is thin, model-like as her mother often informs her, but she doesn't like to make use of this fact. Tight-fitting shirts are common, but past that, she could care less. Showing off her luck to make everyone else jealous is not her style, and she is certain it would draw far more attention than she desires anyway.
Her face is rather round, though it is defined enough that it doesn't look like a younger child's face. She just can't really pull of anything older than she is without help; help she doesn't want. Her nose and ears are both tiny, with the former being a bit pointy. Her mouth, so often set in a scowl or a flat line, is more of average size, though, offsetting her otherwise tiny facial features, though it isn't necessarily a bad thing. Her chin, in contrast to her nose, is more rounded, mostly due to her somewhat broad and short face.
PERSONALITYRika has a very cold exterior, pushing away everyone and denying she ever needs any help. If she was more vocal about it, she could be considered a whiny, immature brat. She refuses to cooperate with her mother or her grandmother, she glares moodily at most other adults, and kids, even those her own age, are immediately shot down and gotten rid of. As far as she's concerned, if she pushes everyone and everything away, she'll never be let down again if they up and leave without so much as a goodbye, a phone call or a letter.
Beyond being just anti-social, she's also rather dominating and independent. If she does allow you to stick around, it isn't to become friends. It's because you have something that could help her. Or, at least, that how she likes to make it appear. In truth, she does long for companionship, but she doesn't quite dare to give it a try anymore. Her life's been torn up once, she's determined not to let it happen again. If she can't do something on her own, she'll keep trying until she can. She might get upset with failure, but she doesn't throw tantrums about it. She knows they won't help, and so she just tries harder.
That doesn't mean she isn't moody, though. Her comments are harsh, bitter and utterly realistic. Some would go so far as to say she's nothing more than a pessimist, even, and they wouldn't be far off. She doesn't have many positive outlooks, but she does have a couple. For one, she's confident in most everything she does. She knows when she's good at something, and will instantly set to work on getting better so that she's the best. After all, if you make it to the top, everyone knows your name and no one ever forgets you. If they don't forget you, they just might not leave you. That's her philosophy, anyway.
She's a lone wolf, in essence. Leave her alone, and you can avoid snide remarks and angry outbursts. Even her mother and grandmother leave her alone for the most part. If she refuses to do something, she gets a worried look and is then promptly excused for doing what was asked of her. This isn't a good thing, either. It's given her the outlandish idea that she can do whatever she wants, no matter what anyway else says. She doesn't ever have to obey anyone, because there are no consequences.
She wasn't always like this, though. There was a time, years ago, that she was a sweet, kind young girl. She had never got along well with her mother even then, but it wasn't this blatantly obvious. She was polite, had manners. She'd always had a temper, and had loved having regular time alone, but chasing someone away had never occurred to her back then. That caring girl is still in there somewhere, even though it rarely, if ever, shows through. She hides it away, a "foolproof" plan to avoid pain and loss in life. She really just needs someone to snap her out of her disillusioned idea that the whole world is bad and she's going to end up alone.
She is also, and has always been, rather defensive. If you want her to admit how she truly feels, just question her in a way that she might find offensive. She'll snap back a reply which will tell you all you ever need to know before realizing what she's saying. She'll try to correct herself, but always ends up failing to cover up those slip-ups.
HISTORYWhen she was too young to notice, care or even remember, Rika had a good life. She was born in Blackthorn City to two parents who loved her, even if their relationship with each other was touchy at best. She had a grandmother who lived with them and looked after her when her father was at work and her mother away doing whatever stuff she did as a model. By the time she was talking and walking, she was attached to her father far more than any other family member, though. Her mother hated it, even though it was her fault for never being around her child, and the small, manageable rift between the two adults grew as a result.
They managed to avoid yelling at each other when Rika was around, but she began to notice things were different. Her grandmother would take her for walks more often than was necessary, or her mother would go stay the night at a friend's house. At the young age of five, she thought it was normal. And then, with school came the option of seeing other parents and realizing that it just wasn't. And yet they continued to hide it as best they could and stuck together. "For Rika's sake." It would have been easier on the girl if they'd split then, when she was young, but they didn't know that then.
Then, her father got the option of taking a better paying job in Goldenrod. Since Rika's mother did most of her stuff in the larger city anyway, they decided it would be easier, and off to Goldenrod they went. Rika was nine at that point. Life got better. Her mother didn't have to be away as often, and her parents had begun going to therapists by a demand of Rika's grandmother. Their relationship healed, at least a little bit. Rika had grown almost dependent on her dad, particularly during their first couple weeks in Goldenrod when she knew no one.
She went back to school when summer was over, and time went by as it normally did. Over the year, she got into various different things, though none ever stuck until it came to helping her father with her dragon pokemon when she was thirteen. Her father spoiled her with tips on training, letting her battle with one of them by his side in double battles, and more, never saying no even when he was obviously busy. He'd never been one to spoil her like this, though, and it left her suspicious. She began noticing her mother was away more and more often. They were drifting again. Soon, it became too hard to hide. Yelling was a constant sound in the house, leaving Rika trapped in her room with her headphones in, music blasting, the egg from her father's dragonair in front of her.
Then, one night, she went to bed with a sickening feeling that something terrible was going to happen. She tossed and turned for hours, getting little sleep, until the sound of the closing woke her fully. She leaped up, running to the window, just in time to spot her father walking away, bag and suitcase in hand, his pokemon in htier balls attached to his belt. She attempted to run out and follow him, but her mother stopped her, holding her, keeping her away. It was that night Rika swore she'd never care for anyone that much again.
She hated her mother for what she had done, certain that if she had made in down to the car in time, he would have taken her with him. She withdrew, refusing to speak to anyone, sneaking down to get her own food in the middle of the night when she wouldn't see her mother or her grandmother. She slipped out of this habit slowly, though it was clear they weren't getting her back. She began hiding her feelings, showing nothing more than was necessary. Her need to be better than everyone else slowly dominated her being, and she focused more and more on that pokemon egg he'd left behind. It was her last link to him, and she was determined to show him, somehow, that she could do even better without him there. She didn't need him; she didn't need anyone. She could do it all on her own.
What friends she did have, she drifted away from, refusing to let herself stay "attached". Hatching the egg and loneliness became her life as she started into high school, where she was unknown. The most attention she got was the occasional "who is that kid?" from people in the halls or in her classes. After the egg hatched, she set her heart on winning at a beginner's contest, something open to anyone under sixteen. It would require her beating a bunch of people, perhaps, but she was sure she could do it. It would probably even be easy.
As the days grew less and less until the day of the tournament, she had stopped experimenting with her dratini's moves, focusing on perfecting the best combination she'd come up with. When the day finally came, she was ready. She calmly and coolly tore apart the competition, until she made it to the finals. One last person to beat; some guy she didn't even know. Everything so far had been a piece of cake, she had no doubt this would be as well. Except... It wasn't.
She lost. At first, she was in utter shock, collecting her prize and going home. Then she got to her room and it sunk in. She hadn't won. Instead of throwing a fit, she became even more determined to win the next year. She carefully critiqued her move combinations, purchasing a TM, even, to help, until the tournament came around again. This time, he didn't even show. She got the title she longed for with ease.
When, still, there was no email from her dad, no letter, no phone call, no visit, she realized it wasn't enough. She had to do more. He'd hear about it. He couldn't have just forgotten her, left her in the dust. He was just waiting for her to do something that would give him a reason to come back. That had to be it. She set her sights higher, aiming to become the best of the best, go to the league. Both her mother and her grandmother gave her a pokemon as a gift. She didn't thank them; she simply took what she was given and left. They haven't heard from her since.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLERika! Time to get up!
She groaned, covering her head with her pillow. It was early, and she didn't want to get up. Normally, rising early wasn't a problem for her. But rising for what her mother wanted her to do was simply not an option. She heard her door open as her mother tried to get her out of bed.
Rika, honey, come on! If we don't leave soon, all the good stuff will be gone before we get there!
That's right. Her mother was trying to take her shopping.
Now, Rika had nothing against shopping in general. It was shopping with her mother that bothered her. Shopping with her mother meant dresses, frills and laces. Rika much preferred jeans and regular shirts. Apparently that wasn't good enough for famous-model mothers. No, she had to be an exact copy. No. Freaking. Way.
I'm not going! Leave me alone!
She grumbled, peeking out a few moments later to notice her mother standing there, looking somewhat worried, but then just walk away. Like she always did. No fuss. No arguments. As if she didn't actually care. And Rika was pretty sure she didn't.
When she heard the front door close, the signal the witch had left the house, she popped up out of bed. She was much more awake than she had let on. She went to her closet, slipping on her favorite pair of jeans, which were getting a bit thin at the knees but didn't have holes yet. She pushed some of the hangers over and pulled out a shirt next, putting that on. Her favorite shirt had been "accidentally" shrunk in the washing machine the other day, so she had fallen to her second favorite. This one was similar in design, sporting a pale yellow color with a black grunge heart, broken down the middle so one half laid on its side while the other half stood on the tip. It didn't have a turtleneck like her favorite, and the sleeves were about an inch longer, but it was just as comfortable so it would do the trick.
Tying her hair up, she packed her laptop into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. No way she was staying around home where her mother could find her again and show her all the "wonderful" things she'd bought for her. Not a chance. She stepped into her red sneakers and bolted for the door, avoiding her grandmother by nearly slamming the door shut in the older lady's face.
She headed straight for the park, knowing there was her regular spot, empty as always, waiting for her at this time of day. And, until about an hour later, it would be kid-free. Exactly what she wanted. After that, she'd move on to some other spot. She didn't mind moving to avoid others. They usually didn't want to listen to her bitter, angry comments anyway.
She settled rather gracefully onto the bench and pulled her laptop out, opening it up and turning it on and she slipped the wifi chip into it so she could check her email. She didn't ever get any from friends, mostly because she didn't really have any. She preferred to be alone anyway, so she had never minded. However, she had subscribed to updates from the local music store, and she wanted to see if there were any deals there. Those would be much more appetizing than the deals her mother had found.
There weren't any, of course. She stuck around for a little bit, surfing the net aimlessly before Squire popped out of his pokeball, curling around her neck and peering at her. She couldn't help but smile at that face. That was one thing she could never bring herself to do; get mad at a pokemon, particularly him. Those big black eyes won her over every time. She sighed softly, raising one hand from her keyboard to rub his head gently before she closed her laptop and stood up.
Well, time to face the music, huh, bud? Not like they have a choice whether I leave or not. But you'll stick with me, yeah?
The dratini let out a garbled purring sound, butting his head against her cheek before curling his tail around the front of her throat to stop from slipping off as she walked and settled his head on her shoulder for a mid-day nap.
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