sinclair lexus hope.

SINCLAIR LEXUS HOPE.

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NAME
"my name? sinclair lexus hope."

NICKNAMES
"some people call me sin. cindy. clair. I don't really care -- but don't call me lex. that's ... what he used to call me."

AGE
"I'm nineteen."

GENDER
"... I'm a girl."

HOMETOWN
"kanto. cerulean city, if you want to be specific."

APPEARANCE

"there's nothing special about me, really. from the top down ... let's see. my hair is brown. I don't really care if it's light brown, dark brown, chestnut brown -- it's just brown. it reaches maybe mid-back? I don't style it much. there's really no need to; it's not like I'm going to be picking up any guys with my looks. don't expect to see me with makeup, either. it's a pointless waste of time with absolutely no purpose whatsoever. why bother? people are always telling me I'll change my mind when I grow older, but, for some reason, I highly doubt that. highly.

"people tell me that my hair changes color in the light. I ... well, to be honest, don't give a damn. apparently it does. anyway, my skin is pretty light -- peach-ish, maybe? unfortunately, I burn after sun exposure, so I probably smelll like sunblock most of the time. my face isn't anything to rave about, even with makeup. a nose more on the small side than anything, and pretty thin lips. I think my only redeeming feature would have to be my green eyes. got those from my mother. the rest of my ugly mug comes from father.

"height-wise, I'm not an intimidating figure. I reach about five-six, maybe over five-seven in my combat boots. I'm not tall, I'm not short ... I'm just kind of there. my chest is average, if not a bit on the large side -- they're sure as hell not watermelons, but I'm pretty sure they're not apples, either. you can't really tell from what I wear, but my waist is small (so I've been told) and my hips are actually a bit large (or maybe it's my butt. or both. I don't even know about these things, okay?), so I guess I have what most people would call a 'nice figure.' yay for me, and all that.

"you could call me toned. I'm not some freak on steroids, but I'm fit; you could say I'm made of tougher stuff than most people. physical activity is no big deal, really -- as long as I don't have to run around in those death-traps they call high-heels. so I guess I should be talking about what I wear now? my clothes tend to be loose and functional. I can't stand dresses and skirts and ... ugh, frills. fashions change, so why not wear what you want. you want the dresses and heels, be my guest; I'll just wear baggy clothes and boots. not the most flattering of outfits, but do I care? I suppose my formalwear would be more like men's clothing than anything else; you won't catch me dead in a miniskirt. don't even.

"what else is there? ah. right. scars. I have a lot of scars on my body. I heal rather well, but some cuts are just too nasty to not leave their mark. most of them are on my arms, maybe a few small ones on my legs. I think where I have the most scars, though, is on my feet. bare feet and sharp rocks don't go together so well, honestly. oh, and there are lots of small scars covering most of my lower back. it was a particularly nasty accident involving moving boxes, a small marble, and lots of shards of glass. I was rushed to the emergency room, much to father's displeasure. I'm not a particularly clumsy person, it's just I had the unfortunate luck to have stepped on that accursed marble.

"... there's really nothing else worth mentioning. the stories of my scars are interesting, but it'd take too long. so I suppose I'm done."

PERSONALITY

plus
» decisive -- I know what I want, and I won't hesitate to get it; unlike most other people, I don't dither around like some headless rattata. if I ever need to make a decision, I'll make it with no hesitation -- I'll choose the choice that'll support my goals. it may sound heartless and inhuman of me, but I'll do whatever it takes to reach what I'm aiming for. anything.
» tough -- I'm happy to say that very little scares me or bothers me. I don't faint at the sight of blood, I don't cringe away from bug pokemon. I won't cry my eyes out when a boy dumps me, or hide from some big bully -- I could easily take down a man twice my size if I had to. physically and mentally, I'm tough.
» intelligent -- because we moved so often, I didn't exactly get a wholesome education, but that's no matter. my mom and dad liked books, so there were always a lot of boxes soley dedicated to them. in my spare time (which I had a lot of), I read them. most were on military tactics and weapons, but there was a large one on pokemon and quite a few on the subjects I needed to know for school. it helped to have kris around, though; he usually taught me more than the teachers could.
» strategic -- thinking ahead -- it's a talent of mine. I'm an excellent chess player, actually. possibly because my dad taught me how to strategize and use my strengths to their fullest advantage, or just because I have a natural aptitude, I don't know ... but I do know I'll be a force to be reckoned with when I get a pokemon.
» honest -- do I have a reason to lie? lies and liars are useless, and so I don't do it. what could I possibly gain from lying to you -- or any other person, for that matter? I was taught to never lie, and, if I haven't done anything wrong, there should never be a need to. aren't I right? or do you have a reason why I should lie? until someone proves to me that lying is beneficial, I won't do it.
» straightforward -- one thing I really dislike is beating around the bush. some girls do it to play 'hard to get,' I know -- why males find that so attractive is beyond me. being coy and elusive may prove useful in the future, but, at the moment, I would rather tell you what I think straight out. ask me for an opinion on how you look and I'll tell you whether or not you look ugly flat-out.
» self-sufficient -- I can take care of myself. I know what can be eaten, what can't (there was a book on edible plants in one of the boxes), I know how to use a knife (and I always carry my swiss army knife around), and I won't have any qualms about killing innocent pokemon if it's to feed myself. perhaps it's cruel of me -- but I know how to, and I will, survive by any means available to me.
» dependable -- I've had many things asked of me in my lifetime; who hasn't? and if you ask and I say yes to your request, rest assured that what you ask will get done. I hate promise-breakers. untrustworthy, lying, scheming little annoyances. if you can't do it, then don't say you'll do it in the first place.
» adaptable -- a result of moving through almost every region there is, I've learned to change to fit the situation. I'm not stupid enough to blindly stick to my methods and push through. that's like trying to fight a war with the smaller army and only depending on valor and swords. you need to do whatever it takes to win.

minus
» cruel -- when I say you look ugly, I'm not saying it to spite you. sometimes, I just don't really have a grasp of what I should say and what I shouldn't -- my honesty can sometimes turn into unintentional cruelty, and for that I apologize. however, I can't change myself quite so easily; I've acted like this my entire life, and old habits die hard.
» blunt -- as I've already said, I don't really hide what I think. call me heartless, call me evil, call me a witch; but I can't help myself. I learned to speak my mind, and, although it may not be comfortable for you, I'm perfectly fine with saying what I think when I think it. if you don't like it, then I don't think I'm the right person for you.
» cold -- unlike some people, being friendly to strangers isn't really my thing. I definitely won't shove them out of my way, of course -- I'm cold but I'm not rude. don't take offense if I don't warm up to you instantly. on that note, I don't trust those overly-friendly people. if someone comes up to me and starts spilling out their life story five minutes later, I'm gone.
» apathetic -- indifferent, pretty much. things that won't help me achieve my goals usually don't interest me. for example, a task like taking out the trash -- some people will groan and complain, whereas I'll do it with little to no expression ... according to my mother. it's not a pleasant task, but I could care less -- and that's what I mean when I say I'm indifferent.
» vengeful -- revenge. that's why I'm even on this ... 'journey' in the first place. to avenge the deaths of my father and brother. I won't bother with the pokemon; I want to strike at the source. I want to find the person who drove those pokemon mad and personally strangle him (or her). you can be sure of this, though. I'm not going to be merciful.
» skeptical -- pardon me for telling you this, but I honestly don't believe you're going to catch ho-oh. or even see it, for that matter. you're not some character in a show. the reason they're called legendary pokemon is because they're legends. I'm not saying that they don't exist! however, what are the chances of you catching a legend? I won't chase after obviously futile dreams. should I waste my time like that? I think not.
» shy -- I may be blunt and speak my mind, but I'm shy. if I say I don't care what you think of me, I'm telling the truth -- but even I care about first impressions. who knows what a stranger may really be? perhaps that old man I passed by was some multi-millionare wanting to take some time off. until I know more of what you're like, I'm not going to talk quite as much as I do now.
» stingy -- miserly, a scrooge, whatever. I don't have a lot of money, so I want to spend it as best I can. if you want more than a dollar, you're going to have to ask for more than a dollar (although expect a 'why?' from me). if there's a homeless person in need of a bath, I might give the person a dollar and a bit of spare change ... but I'm not kind at heart. sorry.
» anti-social -- not as in shunning others' company. heaven knows how much I need that. no, I mean I don't do what people see as the norm. if there's a fighting competition, you can bet that I'll be the first to sign up. I wear a military outfit with boots, for arceus' sake. I'm not your typical woman, that's for sure.
» violent -- emotions to this to me. I think my first reaction to everything is to kill it so it can't kill me. sorrow or rage, it doesn't matter, but get me going on either and I'm ready to hit something to next sunday. I try my best to keep this part of me under control, but ... things happen.

likes and dislikes
» likes -- her brother, functional clothing, good food, knives, useful things, pokemon, fighting.
» dislikes -- her mother, her father, uselessness, extravagance, the 'darkness', chatty people, dreamers, liars.

secrets
» she had (and still has) a brother complex.
» she's very violent when she actually gets angry.
» she actually gets really embarrassed when complimented.

HISTORY

"I grew up -- no, rewind. I was born in cerulean city, to a dad who was in the military and a mom who, although kind, was weak-willed and soft-spoken. I had one older brother, kristoph, who was three years older than I, who actually passed away quite recently. but that story will come later. this is my childhood, after all. can't go jumping the gun and whatnot.

"so ... most of my childhood was spent moving around. I know you're expecting eventful things and memorable moments, but, to be honest, my life wasn't really all that interesting. we moved from city to city, region to region. our family didn't stay in one place for long -- dad was constantly busy doing things, and so we changed places probably every year or so, with me training every time. whenever I was at home, I'd fight my father's pokemon. all fighting-type, naturally, and it was definitely harsh ... but I'm tougher because of it. I won't say I was fond of arm-wrestling machamp, or rolling around in the dirt with a makuhita, but there wasn't much else for me to do but play with 'toph (and arceus knows father didn't approve of that).

the shortest amount of time spent somewhere was probably three weeks. the longest we stayed in one place, however, was, oh, maybe about three years, give or take a few months. I remember because I made a friend. kathryn. she was the epitome of all things amazing, and I met her three years ago.

"she could sing, she could dance, she was gorgeous, she had money; she was everything a girl wanted to be. I admit, that was when I actually acted feminine. I wore dresses, went to parties, did all that shit girls are 'supposed' to do. she showed me the world, taught me that not everything came in boxes and not everything could be packed away neatly and taped up to wait for its next residence. I don't regret being her friend. I just regret what I did. kathryn was the girl that I went out with, you know? I found out that, gasp! I could actually go to a party without having to bargain with my daddy. I was fifteen, and stupid; I ended up home one night, piss-drunk and passed out on the floor in a sea of my own vomit. I woke up the day after feeling like shit. I don't remember clearly, but I'm pretty sure I did some things I'm not supposed to do until I'm married that night. we moved not even a week after.

"I disappointed my parents, I know. I failed my brother -- and I felt so damn bad about it. other teens did stuff like that. I didn't. after that, I never went out again. it wasn't like I couldn't, really. my mom and dad were busy enough. I just didn't want to anymore. and we didn't stay in one place for more than six or seven months. most of the time I spent with my brother, playing or wrestling or whatever. we got close after that. by now, we had lived in almost every region possible. kanto, johto, hoenn, sinnoh -- even a brief few-month stay in kasui. three years passed like that.

"then, two months ago, something happened in nexivus ... something that would rule out any further chances of traveling. we had heard the rumors about those 'dark pokemon,' but it didn't really hit home until it ... literally, hit home. a swarm of dark beedrill, for some reason, attacked our house when mom and I were out shopping. kris and dad were at home, most likely relaxing. I don't know. all I know is that, once we got home, their bodies were swelling everywhere, pus oozing out of everything -- and their pokemon completely destroyed, dead in the corner. I remember my mother fainted from the sight. I agree, it was disgusting, but I'm made of tougher stuff.

"my mom took a while to recover. for a while, she couldn't even feed herself. eventually, she could manage on her own, and now I've decided; I'm going to find what made those pokemon become like that, and personally strangle whatever's responsible."

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OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME
I'm Ari in the c-box.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?
uhm, I saw an ad and I came because I was on the old Nexivus.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

Everything in Johto was so strange! The teenager stared in wide-eyed wonder at the region. Although she was already sixteen, this was her first time stepping outside of Hoenn; the difference was incredible. The wind tasted different, and even the gaggle of voices in the harbor were foreign-sounding. Sapphire felt like a fish out of water, but she couldn't stay on the ship forever. Grabbing her abysmal amount of luggage Ruby probably wouldn't approve of her lack of wardrobe, Sapphire made her way off of the ship and onto the dock. Confidently, with her head held high, she strode into Olivine City.

Her initial apprehension gone, Sapphire couldn't help but grin. Excitement welled up inside of her -- a kind of tension, a mix of happiness and fear. It was a completely new region, with new people, new pokemon, and new gym leaders to defeat. It had been, what, five or six years since she had defeated the Hoenn gym leaders? The teenager had contented herself with simply training and training, but, to be honest, Sapphire was getting rather bored. So why not challenge other gyms? she reasoned. Sapphire had reluctantly placed her pokemon in their pokeballs and opted to depart from Slateport by ship. It was worth the experience of a 'traditional' entrance into the region, anyhow.

Sapphire glanced around, then ran up to the closest person. "'Scuse me," she began, "but could ya tell me where the gym is?" The brawny sailor stared down at Saph around his armful of heavy cargo, then laughed. "If you think you can beat Jasmine, girl, you better think again," he said. Chuckling, the man began to walk away. Sapphire bit her lip, irritated. "Ya think I can't do it?" she yelled after the man, then stomped forward. "Jus' watch me!" The teenager went up to the large sailor, who looked at her in surprise -- then yelled when the girl wrapped her arms around his legs and lifted him, cargo and all. "Still think I'mma lose?" she smirked. The sailor rapidly shook his head, stunned into silence. The trainer carefully put the man down, rolling her eyes. "So. Where's the gym at?" she repeated.

The sailor, flushed red from the laughter of his peers, pointed to the northwest. Sapphire grinned apologetically at him. "Thank ya very much -- an' sorry for liftin' ya like that." Sapphire took off at a sprint, diving through the streets of the port city. At the doors to the gym, a flush of excitement came to her cheeks. "My firs' gym battle in so long ..." she said to herself, taking a deep breath. She forgot how amazing it was to have that feeling -- that feeling of a great battle to come. The pokedex holder strode through the doors of the gym, a confidence in her stride. "Jasmine!" she called out. "I'm here ta challenge ya!"

NOTE! this was from a site I'm on -- pokemon, obviously. it's a canon/manga-based one. this is Sapphire Birch. :3