Post by Hayden on Nov 7, 2010 20:52:59 GMT -5
the bare necessities
NAME»»» Sky, no last name
GENDER»»» Female
AGE»»» Twenty four
BIRTHDAY»»» January seventeenth
STATUS»»» Civilian, pokemorph
the real important stuff
APPEARANCESky takes after the ice eeveelution, glaceon. That was how her village was; a village of eeveelution pokemorphs. She only has three real indications of her pokemorph heritage, and she proudly displays all three. First off, there's her tail, a perfect match to that of a glaceon's. Second, her hair. Her hair is bright, cyan blue. It darkens very suddenly at the tips to a somewhat muted dark blue. Her bangs are rather special, also. She leaves them long enough to blend in with the rest of her hair, but they take quite a bit of work, as they grow much faster than the rest of her hair. Lastly are her fangs, rather like those of a vampire. Her tongue is tough enough that it rarely gets cut on them, though.
Her clothing is rather exotic, considering she lives in the middle of nowhere half the time. She wears a cyan tanktop, one of the ones with inch thick straps. It matches the root color of her hair. Along with this is a pair of snow white jeans that somehow manage to stay mostly clean, but often not fully clean, and a dark grey belt. The jeans flair slightly at the bottom. Her shoes are flats and are dark blue, just a tad darker than the tips of her hair.
She also has two bracelets, one on each wrist. They are each about an inch wide and dark blue, with lighter blue semi-circular bulges coming off them. She could do without them, but she just never botehrs to take them off as they don't get in the way. She has a medium blue scarf wrapped around her neck, with a matching hat on her head that vaguely resembles a beanie, but not quite.
PERSONALITYSky was always an outgoing child. She never went through that shy phase most kids would hit, and it made her a bit of a trouble maker. She was the kid always running off to hang around the towns and villages, never going in, but always sticking to the edges, watching with endless fascinations. However, when pokemorph haters found the small thrown together village north of Azalea, they tore her world apart and she's never quite been the same. She started by blaming herself, and, though she moved on from that very quickly, she's gone to something worse. She's become mute. She can speak, but she avoids doing so. Most would cave from this, but she isn't about to for just anybody. It's been long enough now, she doesn't even really think about speech, and, quite honestly, it's doubtful she'd get much out properly without some practice after how long it's been. She's stubborn and incredibly determined. However, she's also rather emotional, even on a good day, and as a result is rather sensitive to insults or rude comments. Depending on the nature of what you said, she'll either attack or burst into tears.
She's got quite a few fears as well, borderline phobias. A fear of crowds, of being beaten, of being bound and of punishment. The fear of crowds has been there since she was a child, though the rest arose from seeing what was done too her family and friends five years ago. She does have one phobia, though, one that she's not sure where it came from, but it, in essence, claustrophobia. She's alright in a small space she can get out of, such as a room with a door or a window, but if that door or window was locked or barred, she's throw a serious fit, then likely shut down instantly.
HISTORYHer history, for the most part, isn't particularly interesting. She was born among a small village of eeveelution pokemorphs, always the talkative, stubborn, wild child. If anyone was going to rally the other children into breaking the rules, it was going to be her. Often, she'd sneak into town, relishing just standing off in the bushes and taking in a more urban lifestyle, although Azalea wasn't particularly urban.
That was much of her childhood, and even her teenage years. It was when she was just a few weeks from turning nineteen that life got turned upside down. Pokemorph haters had found out about their tiny village and came prepared to create a genocide. She managed to escape, having been watching life in Azalea again. She blamed herself for a while, going into mourning and stopping speaking to do so. She soon found out that it hadn't been her actions that had drawn attention to them; It had been sheer bad luck. It made her feel a bit better, but she never quite started speaking again. She's been "mute" ever since, wandering the routes between towns, feeling very lost and alone but not daring to wander into the towns or cities unless everyone is inside their houses for the night.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
It was early in the morning, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon line. The sky was still dark blue and scattered with stars, but it was lightening ever so slowly. The water of the fountain glimmered slightly, mostly silver, but there was a tinge of orange there as well from the rising fireball in the sky. It was cold, numbingly cold, and probably dirty, but it was better than nothing, and soon she'd have to disappear again. The woman lowered her lips to the surface, using cupped hands to bring it closer, drink it, before the night was gone and so was she.
Her white jeans were lightly powdered with sand and dirt, making them seem more gray than white. The ends of her scarf were now soaked through with water, as they'd landed in the fountain. Not that she cared. She'd lived this way for her whole life. It was a bit better before the disaster, when she wasn't alone, but not much.
She leaned back, staying on her knees for a moment, resting. She'd been traveling all night. The road she'd chosen had been far too open for her liking during the day. She knew she needed to get out of this town before anyone woke up and saw her, just in case, but she'd been on her feet for hours and it was nice to just rest a while.
She closed her eyes with a soft, sad sigh, and sat there for a moment before opening them and shifting her weight to get up. It was a smooth, fluid movement. The type of grace you'd expect to see from most pokemon. But, then again, her tail gave a reason for that. She had the best of both worlds in some ways, but also the worst. It was a terrible, vicious compromise, but it was one she had to make. One that every pokemorph, no matter close they were to one side or the other, had to make.
She glanced around briefly, somewhat wistful. She wanted to stay, didn't want to be alone anymore. But the chance of anyone accepting her for what she was? Minimal, at best, or so she'd been led to believe. Drying her hands on her jeans, she turned to walk out of the park.
Unfortunately, she'd left it just a bit too late.