Post by fawn on Nov 8, 2010 4:42:04 GMT -5
the bare necessities
NAME»»» Camille Federov.
NICKNAMES»»» She's most commonly called Millie, her preferred nickname, though there's also Cami and Mimi. There's a bundle of other little petnames but none of those have really stuck.
GENDER»»» Female.
AGE»»» Eighteen.
BIRTHDAY»»» August seventh.
STATUS»»» Aspiring coordinator. (Although she does take interest in trainer activities such as battling.)
the real important stuff
APPEARANCE»»» Camille stands at a solid height of five foot six, quite average for most of the women in her family. She also has a slim build and weighs in at about one hundred and twenty pounds, although she'd rather not admit it (as your not supposed to ask a lady her weight anyhow). Despite this, she's been told that she has a "baby-face" and at times, tends to look younger than what she actually is. Millie has soft features, her skin tone a pale ivory with a sort of rosy pink on her cheeks. When looking at her face, the thing that's probably the most noticeable would be her eyes. They are, indeed, quite bright, being blue in color with a pink pupil. Its gained the attention of many who ask her if they are contacts, whereas actually, they're her natural eye color. Unfortunately, her eyesight isn't all that great and Millie wears silver metal framed glasses on occasion when reading and when looking long distances.
The young coordinators hair, at first glance, is golden blonde in color. This blond fades into a deeper hue of blue near the ends. Her hair is actually very thick and wavy, 'poofing' up near the ends and curling slightly. Its grown to be long, reaching down past her back and stopping at her rear end. She considers it to be quite untameable and just combs through it to ensure to that it doesn't knot due to its strange texture. Millie's hair is cut into short bangs which frame her chubby face on either side and poofs outward much like her ends do. It isn't usual to see her clip her bangs out of her face and pin them up as best as she can.
On normal instances, Millie appears to be quite a sophisticated girl. Her head is usually held high pridefully and her lips curled upwards into a small grin of sorts. The teens hands are usually placed on her hips, shoulder up to hold the strapped bag shes carrying most of the time. Due to her smaller stature, she tries to make herself seem bigger and "badder" than what she is, curling her lip up at people and trying to come off as something that she really isn't. When it comes to her style of dress, a shirt and a pair of shorts with tights underneath of it is just enough for her. She doesn't want to come off as overly dressed up or down, and would much rather fit in with everyone else rather than draw attention to herself.
PERSONALITY»»» Camille is polite and formal. She may even on occasion curtsy to whoever she's speaking with. As socially awkward as she is, it doesn't prevent her from making the effort to get out there and speak to people. Being secluded for so long when she was younger didn't help in teaching her how to properly interact with others, therefore, when communicating she's a bit weird with her actions and words. It may take her a while to actually talk back, or she might not say anything at all depending on the topic. The young woman is straightforward and blunt when talking. It stems from both her honesty and simply not thinking before saying what she has to say - making her come off as a bit of a smart ass.
For as long as she was able to walk and talk, Millie has been hard-working. She was raised to be goal oriented in order to be able to succeed even with her medical condition. It has stemmed for her to be stubborn and persistent, trying her hardest to get something done or sticking to her beliefs thoroughly. As easily bribed as she is, not even promises of money or gold can get her to take her eyes off what she wishes to accomplish. While her determination may be a good trait, she is selfish because of this and will more than likely do something for herself rather than the good of those around her. Millie is also a risk-taker by nature. She craves adrenaline and excitement, although too much of it may be bad for her heart if she panics too deeply. Her risks may go from doing something completely unexpected or to provoking a person just to get their reactions.
Speaking of that, she doesn't necessarily like toying with people, but does love to get reactions out of people. She never had many friends as a child and interactions now are key to her. She strives to get a grasp on different personalities and has even taken up interest in psychology as of late. The coordinator has issues with taking heed to others personal space and can become a bit too "friendly" within moments of meeting someone. If scolded for advances, she'd definitely back off, embarrassed, though if nothing is said, she'll continue with her antics. Its obvious that a little of her wild teenage ways are still with her, as she's quite the mischievous soul and getting into a bit of trouble every now and then isn't really a problem in her eyes. She's not quite immature, though could surely act a bit more like her age.
Unlike others, Millie has no problem conveying her emotions and is quite animated. She uses hand gestures when talking and comes off as being dramatic. Somethings she takes to extremes in her mind, exaggerating completely. Millie, believe it or not, is very apathetic. She does have a hard time understanding others sometimes, but does take feelings of those around her into consideration... even though she does put herself first still. Despite her ways to try and keep herself ahead of everyone else, she is dependent on others even though she will fight for herself if the need be.
Not even she knows the reason why, but Millie feels sometimes like a "mother hen" to people and pokemon around her, whether they be older or younger.
HISTORY»»» From birth, Millie has always been a small town girl. She was born and raised in the tiny town of New Bark, living with simply her mother as her father was a trainer and preferred to travel from city to town in search of battles and excitement. The only child to her first time parents, she was raised tenderly as most would their newborn baby, though there was a lot more caution put into her upbringing. Camille had been born with a congenital case of Arrhythmia, a type of abnormal heartbeat. It wasn't major, as her parents were told by the doctor, but as she got older, the condition could worsen, not change at all, or disappear completely. Of course, both of her parents hoped for the latter.
As Millie grew up, she saw her father on occasion when he would travel home from visiting a friend across the region or after watching him compete in a battle. He had spurred her interest in pokemon from a young age and even promised to give her her first pokemon, though her mother was wary to the whole idea. Considering that Millie's heart condition hadn't changed, she didn't want to risk the idea of her little girl wanting to go out and explore the world on her own, considering the many things that could happen to her and trigger her condition to worsen. By the time she was five, Millie had been shielded from a lot by her overprotective mother who only wanted to keep her health a top priority. Camille, on the other hand, wasn't the best in social situations and hadn't really the ability to learn how to communicate with others - something that has stuck with her today.
On her tenth birthday, Millie was taken to the National Park with her father in order to watch a catching contest. It was the first time that she had ever really the left town and was wholeheartedly excited by the experience. Just as the contest started, her sight became double. She hadn't thought much of it until the fluttering began in her chest, followed by an overpowering sense of fatigue. It hadn't taken her long to sit on the grass covered ground, gasping for breath before her father realized what was happening. In the arms of her father, Millie had fainted, everything going black around her.
After that one incident, her mother decided that she would stay home until her recommended treatments from the doctor showed some sign of success. She was placed on a medication in order to help, seeing that anything invasive such as surgery would be rather extreme for something that could be treated with a steady diet and monitored exercise. Years passed and finally, Mille learned her limits as to how much she could and what she couldn't. By her fifteenth birthday, she was able to adventure out and play with friends for a few, before heading home once her breath became rasped and just before she felt light-headed. It was important for her not to push herself, seeing as she wanted her mother's approval to actually go out and have a "life" of sorts.
Once she turned eighteen, Camille still held a constant reminder of her heart condition and her steady limitations. It had taken her a large amount of time to finally be trusted, mostly due to her itch to move around and that tugging bit of teenage disobedience that urged to stay out longer or push herself to keep moving even with the pounding in her chest. Finally, her mother was willing enough to let her leave even though she begged her to stay another year where Millie refused stubbornly. Things didn't seem to get any better when her father had headed off on a trip towards Blackthorn City and hadn't returned. Seemingly, multiple trainers were disappearing, leaving the populace of mostly Coordinators. After much more begging her mom to start out on her own, her mother agreed, unbeknown to her Millie's intentions to go and search for her father, as well as make up for lost time during her childhood.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE»»» "Camille!"
The familiar voice chimed again, ringing her head and pounding in her ears. It had rose from a soft call, to a shout, to now an all-out yell. The door to the older teen's room was cracked slightly and she buried her face in her pillow, the first rays of morning light gleaming across her bed in slits through the venetian blinds guarding her window. Yawning, she stretched her legs outwards as she turned over onto her back, swiping her hair back behind her ears lazily.
Almost instinctively, her eyes glanced over at the calendar on her bedside, 'X's marking the numbered squares, ink smeared against the once white paper. One more day and finally, finally, she'd be able to head to the lab and claim what she'd been wanting the longest. A pokemon. A companion. A friend. Something other than the constant overshadowing of her parental figure. Slinging her legs over the side of her bed, she rose to her feet, stretching her arms out above her in another failed attempt to wake herself. Sleepless nights were common for the young adult and now, she was slowly adapting to working on three or four hours of sleep. More-so now, she felt it was the anxiety and sheer excitement awaiting the next day. Pressing it from her mind as not to forget what she was last doing, she left her bedroom and walked down the tiny corridor to the living room area where the scent of breakfast foods wafted all around her.
"Your cooking?" She asked, nearly tasting the air as she spoke, catching the blond hair of her mother from the corner of her eye. Turning in the direction of the older woman, she watched as she motioned to a plate on the table, already made and set for her. She figured it was what she was being called to wake up for. Without hesitation she plopped down in a chair at the table, blinking sleepily before yawning. "Ooh, thanks."
Only receiving a quiet hum in response, she took to devouring the food on her plate in a few minutes, taking the edge of hunger from her once rumbling belly. It was embarrassing, indeed, and she was thankful that she wasn't out somewhere public. Looking her mom's direction, she grinned when she saw the woman sewing something in her wooden chair. Millie was hoping for some type of reaction, though she only able to find an empty look in the eyes of her mother. Concern? Loneliness? Maybe both? She couldn't quite trace it, but whatever it was had earned her attention. She'd pester on about it later.
The blond opened her mouth to speak, though couldn't force any words up. Things had been quiet lately; almost tense. Scratching the back of her head, she simply turned away and headed towards the front door, opening the wooden entry way to lean down and pick up the daily paper. Quite a few people were out and about this early morning and with a shy wave, she greeted a passerby, enjoying the sunny warmth against her skin.
pokemon related
»»»NAME»»» Tank
SPECIES»»» Poochyena
GENDER»»» Male
PERSONALITY»»» Modest/Adamant
MOVESET»»» bite, take down, swagger, ---- , ---- , ----
