Jamila is BAMF too

[NumchucksIsBAMF]

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Jamila

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NAME
Jamila Cupcake Mills (srsly)

NICKNAMES
Both parents call her Cupcake unless they're angry at her – she rather likes this nickname.
Most of her friends call her Jamie – she's rather fond of this, too.
A lot of teachers took to calling her Jane when she was at school – she hates this one.

AGE
24

GENDER
Female

HOMETOWN
Foretree City

APPEARANCE

First and foremost, Jamila is a nudist. It's not that's she's against clothes, it's just that she's against them when they're unnecessary. If it's cold, she'll put some clothes on, if it's not, she'll usually be naked. Because of this (as well as the fact it's a little bit hard to store things without clothes) she always carries a backpack with her, and it always has clothes in it, just in case people are uncomfortable with her nudity. She's a nudist, not a jerk. Unsurprisingly, she has a very limited wardrobe (one pair of black skinny-jeans, a jacket, a pair of shorts, a summer dress and a t-shirt), as well as having only one pair of shoes.

Jamila's black, wavy, hair falls just past her shoulders; a little bit shorter than nudists are usually portrayed with. A quick glance, ahem, down-stairs will tell you that the colour is natural and not just another emo-kid (no offense to emo kids). Good thing, too, as emo kids stereotypically cut; something a little hard to hide when you're a nudist, and even harder to hide when your dark-ish skin show scars like no tomorrow. She's got a fair few of them, too: one across her back from a nasty fall, a lot around her legs from trying to walk through a blackberry bush without putting clothes on (now she knows naked isn't ALWAYS the best thing when it's an option), a few burns across her stomach from cooking, and one on her arm from where she fell and her arm got caught on a nail.

Luckily, Jamila's not too well endowed, so she's in no danger of back problems. That being said, what she's got isn't really anything to sneeze at; breasts the larger side of normal isn't too bad. Surprisingly, her breasts don't sag a lot, but it's likely that her high activity level helps with that. Her hips and her chest are almost the same size, and her waist is a fair bit smaller, leaving her with an enviable hourglass figure; one of her best friends continually makes the joke 'if I had a body like that, I'd be a nudist too!'.

Her face is a little different than one may expect. She doesn't have a round face, full of joy and pinchable cuteness, but instead has a slim face with a pointy chin. Small, sunken eyes and thin almost colour-less lips help give her a haunted look.

PERSONALITY

Jamila is a happy person to the degree where 's annoying. Your dog got run over? At least you can look forward to getting a puppy! Your favourite TV show got cancelled? Think of the great new show that'll take it's place! You're dying of lung cancer? At least you can do whatever you like without fearing too much! That being said, she's not immune to sadness. It's hard to get her really upset, but if you do then she's going to cry for a long time.

She's also very outgoing and touchy-feely, which makes a lot of people uncomfortable considering her nudism. A lot of the time she doesn't notice; she's pretty oblivious to most things people don't spell out for her.

When it comes to why Jamila goes around naked, it's very much just because that was how she was raised. She was never told that she needed to hide her body, or that there was anything to be ashamed of, she was just raised to believe that it was all natural. By now she feels weird wearing clothes on n a nice day, just as non-nudists would feel weird taking their clothes off in the middle of the street. If someone challenges her views on this subject she will usually do all that she can to change the subject.

Jamila is really a ball of energy. She goes on a run almost every day, occasionally lifts some light weights or doing some sit ups. If she doesn't do anything active she tends to become restless, sometimes with an acute feeling that something is wrong. Even when she does work out a lot, she almost always has energy to spare. Needless to say, coffee isn't something she drinks unless she wants to be up all night.

She's willing to try just about anything once, regardless of it's a drug or an activity or a new type of toaster pastry.

HISTORY

Jamila always considered her family life normal, though there were a few things different from the standard 'father works, mother stays home, everyone wears clothes' model.

Her father would be at work four days a week, doing goodness-knows-what. All Jamila knew was that it was some sort of job that her father hated, and that it made him wear a suit. He made good money for the family, though, so he always maintained that it was worth it.

Her mother had no job, but she grew marijuana out the back; something that her father disapproved of and Jamila knew not to speak of. It wasn't like she sold it, or even smoked it much, there were just some times when she felt the need to calm down and found that the drug was the easiest way to do it. She never tried to hide it from her daughter, even if she didn't tell her exactly why she liked it.

Predictably, none of the three wore clothes unless they had to. Sure, father needed a suit for work, Jamila a uniform for school, and if it were cold they weren't going to run up a massive heating bill, but that wasn't really too much time. Jamila got teased a lot about this, though, amazingly, she didn't give it up.

As she got older, she ended up making some friends. Mostly guys for a reason she couldn't fathom, though they all stayed platonic - she had found that while guys seemed okay relationship-wise, girls were far more appealing. In fact, it wasn't until she was eighteen that she was in any relationship. One of her best friends of the time - also female - and her ended up going on a date and before she knew it, she had fallen head over heels in love. It wasn't exactly a long relationship, though; after a few months the girls mother found out and ended up banning the two from seeing each other. Luckily, she managed to get over the other girl eventually.

Now she's decided that she wanted to try something new; Pokemon training. She had heard so many horror stories about 'teams' of bad guys, and searched far and wide until she found somewhere that seemed safe; Nexivus. If she had of known about the darkness, well, she may of stayed away.

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OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME
Nums, Numchucks, Numbuh, any other clever pun that comes to mind...

HOW DID YOU FIND US?
I was being held at gunpoint by a gang of dangerous criminals who threatened to shoot me if I didn't join.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Falling was actually sort of fun. Once Izzy remembered that this was all just virtual reality she couldn't remember why she hadn't jumped sooner. Of course, that line of thought moved her pretty far from her real issue; she was trying to catch a Ho-oh, so she could, well, catch a Ho-oh. No more thought than that was needed for any other Pokemon, so no more was nee-

Her train of thought never finished.

The young girl gasped for breath (who knew that virtual impact would be so painful?) as she grabbed a hand full of feathers. She could hardly believe this. She was sitting on a Ho-oh's back, and no one was going to stop her. Once her breath was caught, she raised an arm in a victory pose, almost falling off when she did. Coming to her senses she grabbed the birds feathers again and laid down on it's back. She didn't shut her eyes, though; this may be a once in a life-time chance, even if it was virtual reality. The view was incredible, and it was only enhanced by her mode of transport. Sure, she could feel the Ho-oh's bones moving around in an almost painful way underneath her, but that wasn't the end of the world.

Far too soon they landed. Or rather, the Ho-oh hovered and Izzy fell off. Unfortunately for the Ho-oh, when Izzy fell she took a hand full of feathers with her. Unfortunate for Izzy, when she landed she heard a cracking sound. She let out a scream of pain, though quickly moved her left hand up to muffle the sound. Bloody hell, this hurt like HELL. She moved her right arm closer to her chest and moved her other hand to hold it, her breathing now more shallow. Oddly enough, the thing she thought of first was that there were Ho-oh feathers around her. With her good arm she plucked up the feathers and stuck them in her pocket, trying to move the pain from her mind. Though she didn't realise it, tears were rolling down her face; she also didn't realise the Legendary Pokemon's glare.

James wan't so easily distracted, however. He had followed the two, keeping up surprisingly easily, and now he was landing beside them. He wasn't too happy with the looks of things. Sure, he didn't like Izzy, but he also didn't want her dead, and sitting here watching her die would be as bad as killing her himself. He didn't really have time to formulate a plan, he realised, he just had to jump in and save her. He wasn't too sure that was a good idea, but he was sure he had thought of worse. With his heart pounding in his chest - he was going to get hurt so bad - he lunged forwards. His mouth was wide open, poised to catch the bird in a Super Fang attack. When he pulled back (after either hitting or missing) he sent a beam of light twirling around Ho-oh's head, trying to confuse it.

Only now did Izzy realise what was happening. One of the Pokemon that disliked her most was fighting a Ho-oh for her. If it weren't for the ache in her arm she would think she was dreaming. She didn't wonder if this was worth it, though; she knew it was. She'd met s Legendary Pokemon (she made a mental note to find out everyone who didn't believe in them, and then prove them wrong), she may of made friends with one of her Pokemon, she got to see an amazing view and, let's not forget, that she fully intended to catch this bird. She only hoped that the Curse and the Super Fang would take the edge off this battle. - Derp, latest post.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

Perfect. :D
She's definitely going to love Jay in Wetherseed town. ;)

WELCOME TO NEXIVUS!

I'll move this thread and you can post in Hawthorne's Lab whenever you're ready.