Post by Lesa on Aug 18, 2008 20:46:38 GMT -5
Name: Storm
Nicknames: Stormy, Silvereyes the Uncatchable One
Species: Vulpix
Gender: Female
Level: 32
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Appearance: Storm’s russet fur isn’t gleaming and shining and gorgeous. At least not fully. Since she’s wild, her fur is matted where she cannot reach to groom herself. Even the parts she can try to keep neat are faded and scratched. Her paw-pads are heavily callused, her claws sharp. Her teeth are slightly yellowed, because no trainer comes after her with toothpaste or teeth-cleaning Pokéchow. Basically, she looks like an average wild Vulpix.
Except for her eyes. Those are what set her apart. Her eyes are what make her extraordinary, in the eyes of humans. Storm’s eyes are the color of storm-clouds. Pure grey. This unusuality is what makes her prized for capture by trainers, battlers and competitors alike. Many in the Beauty Pageants have tried to capture her, thinking she would win them prizes. But she’s never been caught.
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Personality: Storm’s rough and tumble. There aren’t too many Pokémon around she’ll give a hoot about. Her family, sure she cares a bit about them. But they cast her out, so she doesn’t care too much. Any attempts at mating she has made have been rebuffed by the males, who freak out about her eyes. She’s grown bitter.
Sure, she’s got that secret soft-spot that wants eggs and wants to see those Pokémon around her happy. She’ll never show it. She tried showing it before, and got hurt. It’s hard for her to open up now. Cynical, one of her favorite pastimes is going up against new trainers and beating the crap out of their new Pokémon. She’ll only do that when she’s bored, since that soft-spot of hers doesn’t want to see them hurt. She’s aggressive, but sweet. It’s just hard to find the sweet.
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History: Storm was raised by two Vulpixes along Route 01. Or rather, her mother, who’d mated with a male who was shortly captured. She was the first named of her siblings, though the last to hatch out of a litter of four. When she opened her eyes, her mother instantly thought of the storm clouds overhead. So she became Storm.
Her siblings were named Gold, Jump and Snarl.
Her kittenhood was a happy time, filled with games and battles and leveling up. Storm was always the best fighter of the four. This annoyed her brothers, Jump and Snarl to no end. Gold was the little princess of the four, despite being the elder sister. Storm just wanted to fight, while Gold spent all her time grooming.
This proved to be Gold’s blessing and Gold’s curse.
She was captured by a Beauty Pageant Contestant who thought she could win many contests with her.
Jump was the next to be captured, taken down by a new trainer and his Squirtle.
It soon got down to just Snarl and Storm. And Snarl wanted nothing to do with Storm. He blamed her for their siblings’ captures. He said it was because she had such odd colored eyes. He said if she had let herself be captured the first battle she had gone into, they wouldn’t have been captured. He took the stance as Head Male of the family and cast her out. Her mother was sorry to see her go, but could do nothing.
The only battle Storm has ever run from was the one against Jump. His trainer tried to make the now Ninetails battle against his sister. The boy wanted the pretty, odd Vulpix to give to his girlfriend, who was into Beauty Contests. She had run because Jump had recognized her, but couldn’t refuse his trainer’s order. He had apologized profusely as he began to attack, but she didn’t give him the chance to hit. She ran instead, all the way to the Dense Forest, where she now makes her home. She cannot go back to Route 01, Snarl will not allow her. So here she stays, battling her grief by battling the weak, and earning the reputation as the Uncatchable. Any who say they will come back and catch her forget, for they find other Vulpixes along the way they can catch easier. None of them try to go after the Silvereyes after their first try.
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Other Information:
Originally from ROTNR, hence high level
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Roleplay Sample:
Storm shook off the water grumpily. Little snot thought he and his master were soo tough. Yeah, she'd shown them good. This was one Vulpix they weren't going to mess with anymore. But still, she hated that the Piplup had gotten her wet. She hated being wet.
Well, not the rain so much. Being wet after a battle. That just pissed her off.
The breeze chilled her for just a moment. That was when she banked her inner fire, and got it roaring again. Ahh, nice and warm. She stalked over to her tree, near where the Sentret were beginning to sleep. There was an unusual scent around the place.
Storm breathed deeply.
Persian.
Idiotic-battle-mad-feline-with-more-fur-than-brains-Persian.
Her day just kept getting better and better.
-You're in my tree, Persian. You'd best get out, I'm not feeling charitable at the moment.- The Vulpix growled, then stared silver-stormy-eyed up at the sleeping feline.
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Storm looked at the Persian critically for a moment. That was when she realized a few things.
1) No Persian would be sitting in her tree waiting to attack her without a trainer within smelling distance. And there was no odor-de-human.
2) The Persian looked tired out and exhausted. Her pawpads were scraped, like she wasn't used to walking for long distances over rough terrain. Her fur was a bizzare mix of perfectly groomed and well cared for and the obvious spots where she had ran into brambles.
The Persian must be a house-Persian recently set 'wild'. Like that would really work!
Then again, she realized, all house-pets were lily-livered weaklings by way of battling. The fact that Persians evolved by level wasn't of that much concern to her. Her attacks were likely stronger. That and the poor dear looked like she dearly needed a rest.
-Go on staying there, Persian. I'm too tired to fight you over a tree.- Storm lept up next to the Persian and deliberately sat down far enough away to show that they weren't friends, but close enough to provide the Persian with warmth. She didn't want the feline dying, after all. It would just look bad.
Nicknames: Stormy, Silvereyes the Uncatchable One
Species: Vulpix
Gender: Female
Level: 32
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Appearance: Storm’s russet fur isn’t gleaming and shining and gorgeous. At least not fully. Since she’s wild, her fur is matted where she cannot reach to groom herself. Even the parts she can try to keep neat are faded and scratched. Her paw-pads are heavily callused, her claws sharp. Her teeth are slightly yellowed, because no trainer comes after her with toothpaste or teeth-cleaning Pokéchow. Basically, she looks like an average wild Vulpix.
Except for her eyes. Those are what set her apart. Her eyes are what make her extraordinary, in the eyes of humans. Storm’s eyes are the color of storm-clouds. Pure grey. This unusuality is what makes her prized for capture by trainers, battlers and competitors alike. Many in the Beauty Pageants have tried to capture her, thinking she would win them prizes. But she’s never been caught.
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Personality: Storm’s rough and tumble. There aren’t too many Pokémon around she’ll give a hoot about. Her family, sure she cares a bit about them. But they cast her out, so she doesn’t care too much. Any attempts at mating she has made have been rebuffed by the males, who freak out about her eyes. She’s grown bitter.
Sure, she’s got that secret soft-spot that wants eggs and wants to see those Pokémon around her happy. She’ll never show it. She tried showing it before, and got hurt. It’s hard for her to open up now. Cynical, one of her favorite pastimes is going up against new trainers and beating the crap out of their new Pokémon. She’ll only do that when she’s bored, since that soft-spot of hers doesn’t want to see them hurt. She’s aggressive, but sweet. It’s just hard to find the sweet.
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History: Storm was raised by two Vulpixes along Route 01. Or rather, her mother, who’d mated with a male who was shortly captured. She was the first named of her siblings, though the last to hatch out of a litter of four. When she opened her eyes, her mother instantly thought of the storm clouds overhead. So she became Storm.
Her siblings were named Gold, Jump and Snarl.
Her kittenhood was a happy time, filled with games and battles and leveling up. Storm was always the best fighter of the four. This annoyed her brothers, Jump and Snarl to no end. Gold was the little princess of the four, despite being the elder sister. Storm just wanted to fight, while Gold spent all her time grooming.
This proved to be Gold’s blessing and Gold’s curse.
She was captured by a Beauty Pageant Contestant who thought she could win many contests with her.
Jump was the next to be captured, taken down by a new trainer and his Squirtle.
It soon got down to just Snarl and Storm. And Snarl wanted nothing to do with Storm. He blamed her for their siblings’ captures. He said it was because she had such odd colored eyes. He said if she had let herself be captured the first battle she had gone into, they wouldn’t have been captured. He took the stance as Head Male of the family and cast her out. Her mother was sorry to see her go, but could do nothing.
The only battle Storm has ever run from was the one against Jump. His trainer tried to make the now Ninetails battle against his sister. The boy wanted the pretty, odd Vulpix to give to his girlfriend, who was into Beauty Contests. She had run because Jump had recognized her, but couldn’t refuse his trainer’s order. He had apologized profusely as he began to attack, but she didn’t give him the chance to hit. She ran instead, all the way to the Dense Forest, where she now makes her home. She cannot go back to Route 01, Snarl will not allow her. So here she stays, battling her grief by battling the weak, and earning the reputation as the Uncatchable. Any who say they will come back and catch her forget, for they find other Vulpixes along the way they can catch easier. None of them try to go after the Silvereyes after their first try.
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Other Information:
Originally from ROTNR, hence high level
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Roleplay Sample:
Storm shook off the water grumpily. Little snot thought he and his master were soo tough. Yeah, she'd shown them good. This was one Vulpix they weren't going to mess with anymore. But still, she hated that the Piplup had gotten her wet. She hated being wet.
Well, not the rain so much. Being wet after a battle. That just pissed her off.
The breeze chilled her for just a moment. That was when she banked her inner fire, and got it roaring again. Ahh, nice and warm. She stalked over to her tree, near where the Sentret were beginning to sleep. There was an unusual scent around the place.
Storm breathed deeply.
Persian.
Idiotic-battle-mad-feline-with-more-fur-than-brains-Persian.
Her day just kept getting better and better.
-You're in my tree, Persian. You'd best get out, I'm not feeling charitable at the moment.- The Vulpix growled, then stared silver-stormy-eyed up at the sleeping feline.
==
Storm looked at the Persian critically for a moment. That was when she realized a few things.
1) No Persian would be sitting in her tree waiting to attack her without a trainer within smelling distance. And there was no odor-de-human.
2) The Persian looked tired out and exhausted. Her pawpads were scraped, like she wasn't used to walking for long distances over rough terrain. Her fur was a bizzare mix of perfectly groomed and well cared for and the obvious spots where she had ran into brambles.
The Persian must be a house-Persian recently set 'wild'. Like that would really work!
Then again, she realized, all house-pets were lily-livered weaklings by way of battling. The fact that Persians evolved by level wasn't of that much concern to her. Her attacks were likely stronger. That and the poor dear looked like she dearly needed a rest.
-Go on staying there, Persian. I'm too tired to fight you over a tree.- Storm lept up next to the Persian and deliberately sat down far enough away to show that they weren't friends, but close enough to provide the Persian with warmth. She didn't want the feline dying, after all. It would just look bad.