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Username: Aretimes
Species: Litten
Name: ******
Gender: Female
Origin Town: Sabaku
Starting Level: 10
Starting Moves: Scratch, Ember, Growl, Lick.
Ability: Blaze
Item: A tan and brown scarf, tied loosely around her neck. Doesn't seem to do anything.
Personality: ****** is mostly rather quiet, preferring to listen and watch other Pokemon interact, then actually socialize herself. She's soft spoken and level headed, strangely calm, no matter what the situation. Some might see her completely unemotional, but ****** does show some expression. It's just very minimum.
She enjoys fighting, but isn't reckless. She's good at picking out who's stronger then her, and chooses her targets carefully. She strikes without warning--seemingly without reason, sometimes--and is often prejudged because of her origins in Sabaku. She tries to not let it bother her.
Backstory: Born into a rather large and wealthy family, ******'s siblings and cousins were mostly Littens, or pure Fire types at the least. Very early childhood was in the lap of luxray. She despised it. It was so dull, and drawling! At night, she would often escape out of her bedroom window and battle anyone on the street. Anyone. Got whooped many times, but she learned most of her opponents patterns and tactics, and managed to beat quite a few as time passed.
Her father knew about these late night adventures, but the others didn't seem to really notice. When you live in such a large family, it's kinda hard to be seen when you're in the back of the room with a small sea of near-lookalikes scattered all over the place. And yet, father encouraged her! ****** was not surprised by his support, but thanked him for it never the less.
But ah, when that flyer came... ****** saw her change for real action. Adventure, glory! But what would her family say? Mother would never allow it, but... father would. So, she went to him that night, telling him she wanted to join this Guild. He smiled and gave her his blessing, and a gift. An old, but untarnished scarf, one that he apparently wore when he was young.
With her father's well wishes, and maybe a tear in her eye, Lyirca then set out for the guild.
Other: Learned to play the Harp at a very young age. Was taught by her father. Enjoys playing, but doesn't usually do so around others. | Doesn't like to talk about her family, apart from her father. She usually only mentions him fleetingly, but doesn't harbor any hate for him. Quite the opposite, in fact. She holds him in high regard and speaks his name with nothing but love.
Username: Aretimes
Species: Litten
Name: ******
Gender: Female
Origin Town: Sabaku
Starting Level: 10
Starting Moves: Scratch, Ember, Growl, Lick.
Ability: Blaze
Item: A tan and brown scarf, tied loosely around her neck. Doesn't seem to do anything.
Personality: ****** is mostly rather quiet, preferring to listen and watch other Pokemon interact, then actually socialize herself. She's soft spoken and level headed, strangely calm, no matter what the situation. Some might see her completely unemotional, but ****** does show some expression. It's just very minimum.
She enjoys fighting, but isn't reckless. She's good at picking out who's stronger then her, and chooses her targets carefully. She strikes without warning--seemingly without reason, sometimes--and is often prejudged because of her origins in Sabaku. She tries to not let it bother her.
Backstory: Born into a rather large and wealthy family, ******'s siblings and cousins were mostly Littens, or pure Fire types at the least. Very early childhood was in the lap of luxray. She despised it. It was so dull, and drawling! At night, she would often escape out of her bedroom window and battle anyone on the street. Anyone. Got whooped many times, but she learned most of her opponents patterns and tactics, and managed to beat quite a few as time passed.
Her father knew about these late night adventures, but the others didn't seem to really notice. When you live in such a large family, it's kinda hard to be seen when you're in the back of the room with a small sea of near-lookalikes scattered all over the place. And yet, father encouraged her! ****** was not surprised by his support, but thanked him for it never the less.
But ah, when that flyer came... ****** saw her change for real action. Adventure, glory! But what would her family say? Mother would never allow it, but... father would. So, she went to him that night, telling him she wanted to join this Guild. He smiled and gave her his blessing, and a gift. An old, but untarnished scarf, one that he apparently wore when he was young.
With her father's well wishes, and maybe a tear in her eye, Lyirca then set out for the guild.
Other: Learned to play the Harp at a very young age. Was taught by her father. Enjoys playing, but doesn't usually do so around others. | Doesn't like to talk about her family, apart from her father. She usually only mentions him fleetingly, but doesn't harbor any hate for him. Quite the opposite, in fact. She holds him in high regard and speaks his name with nothing but love.
 Achilles / Steven. He / Thae / They / It » 1999 . Writer » Artist » Roleplayer . FR +3 » Offline Weekends |
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