Celia Highwind

[reeddragon]

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Celia Highwind

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NAME
Celia Raye Highwind

NICKNAMES
None

AGE
34

GENDER
Female

HOMETOWN
Wetherseed Town

APPEARANCE

Nerdy might be a word most would use to try and describe Celia's appearance, though no true generalization completely fits her. She's somewhat tall, standing just under five feet, eight inches. She has a natural stocky build due to a thick bone frame and a bit of muscle. She is also overweight, though not to the point of obesity. Her skin is fairly pale, but she does have a slight tan from being out in the sun. Her thick hair is tied back in a braid that reaches her mid back, and is primarily a sky blue in color with the last few inches dyed jade. Her eyes are a lightish purple, perhaps a shade or two darker than lavender, and peer through the world behind thick glasses.

Celia likes to be comfortable, and this is reflected in the way she dresses. Her clothes are usually loose-fitting, made of soft materials, and cover far more than what's necessary to protect her modesty. This makes her stand out against the nudists in her hometown. Usually, her outfits consists of an ankle-length skirt and a sweater. If she's anticipating swimming on a particular day, she will typically wear a one-piece swimsuit under her normal clothes instead of underwear so she can simply strip off said normal clothes when she gets to the water without having to find a private place to change. She goes without shoes whenever possible, but she will wear sneakers or boots where footwear is required or generally a good idea. If it's too warm for a sweater, she wears a short-sleeve shirt instead. The colors vary, but she is commonly seen in blue, green, or purple and tends to prefer lighter colors.

PERSONALITY

Celia is shy, and normally has a hard time approaching people. This is a natural trait she has always had that had gotten worse with a childhood and adolescence full of her peers teasing her about her size. Several years of adulthood have made her slightly more outgoing, though the scars still remain and keep her from initiating anything most of the time unless she needs to for whatever reason. It's really a shame that she's like this, because beneath the shyness lies a sweet, caring person who has only ever wanted to have friends and be accepted, just like everyone else.

Celia likes to help others, and be useful in general. She doesn't like seeing anyone in any sort of pain, or struggling with something they can't manage on their own, and she can easily overcome her shyness for the sake of giving them a hand, a shoulder to cry on, or whatever else they need. She's even been known to do this for someone that's been mean to her. She doesn't like to hold grudges, and tries to forgive al things, though certain actions are unforgivable in her own mind. More on that later.

Celia has a fairly good sense of humor. She enjoys jokes and mischief as long as they don't hurt anyone. In her mind, the world needs laughter or things get depressing, especially with current events being as they are. She's certainly not above acting silly around those she's familiar with. Anything to keep anyone she cares about from letting the real world get them down.

Celia has a soft spot for pokemon, to the point where it's taken her this long to get one for herself because she never liked the idea of enslaving them. It took nearly a couple decades to convince her that trained pokemon are as happy as wild ones, and her decision to get her own pokemon was helped along by the rangers advising everyone to have a pokemon for their protection.

Celia's likes include fruit and chocolate, most types of music, fantasy books, cool colors, forests, swimming, and - of course - pokemon. Her dislikes include anyone who's unjustifiably mean-spirited, many kinds of meat (she's not a vegetarian, she just hates the taste), most orange and yellow hues, deserts, and skimpy clothing - which is even worse than being a nudist, in her opinion, as nudists aren't usually trying to seduce anyone through their lack of clothing. She fears being abandoned by those she cares about, heights, and enclosed spaces, especially dark enclosed spaces.

HISTORY

Celia was the oldest of three children that were raised in a small neighborhood filled with what the parents might call "normal" people, meaning there were few nudists and hippies in that particular part of town. The first few years of her life were spent happily playing with her parents and her toys just like any child, and anticipating the birth of her brother at age four and her sister at age six. The three children were close and were often each others' sole playmates, though her sister usually had other friends she also played with on occasion. The three either played indoors or in the woods, but it was usually a "let's pretend" game of sorts. They enjoyed nothing more than creating and playing a part in their own imaginary adventure, separate from the world they lived in until they were forced to quit their game.

Neither Celia or her brother ever really had friends. They weren't as active as their sister, or as thin, and were often teased because of it. Celia, who had always been shy, withdrew even more into her shell at her peers' teasing, though her brother was able to ignore it and develop a few friendships later in life. Since they couldn't have fun with the other kids, they had fun with each other, and developed what Celia thought was a strong bond, at first.

Then the older two of the children entered their teen years. Things got worse, as - in addition to still being teased outside the home - their father started taking his work frustrations out on the family. This drove both her brother and sister out of the house and onto their pokemon journeys once they came of age, but Celia, not wanting to enslave a pokemon, remained with her parents, often siding with her mother against her father when the yelling started up.

Then Celia entered her twenties and met a kind woman named Lisa. She and Lisa became fast friends and Celia ended up moving in with her. The two discovered a common interest in the fantasy genre and strove to become fantasy writers, working minimum wage jobs to support themselves while they focused on their writing, often taking walks together in the woods in search of inspiration. Lisa had three pokemon of her own that served as something between pets and companions, and - at first - Celia felt awkward about the situation. Gradually, she learned that trained pokemon were as happy as wild ones, and she opened up to the idea of training and capturing the creatures.

Then Celia heard the announcement that all people were to have their own pokemon for protection. Lisa offered one of hers, but Celia declined, wanting to go find one of her own that she could train from the beginning. The two talked about Celia's decision ad came to the conclusion that she should try traveling the world a bit like any other trainer and really see what training pokemon was about. Their books were put on hold and Celia left home, promising to return safely once she was done with her journey. Now, she makes her way to Hawthorne's Laboratory to start her adventure.

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OUT OF CHARACTER
(You do not have to do this section if you have already had a character accepted.)

NAME
reeddragon, but people tend to call me Ree ^.^

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
(From Remoor)

Steadfast rarely ventured out of the city walls since her arrival with the one human she had ever known as a friend. Life in the city was fairly safe and exciting, and life beyond it was...well...very nearly impossible. IF the ruined landscape didn't do you in, the infected pokemon would...if you didn't become infected, yourself. She herself was running the risk tonight, but she could handle it. She only planned to be out here for a little while. Just enough to make the trainer chasing her give up.

She had been snoozing under her favorite bench in the park when a shout woke her up. She crawled out from under her shelter to see a trainer playing with a rather powerful-looking charizard. She had been about to go back to sleep when they spotted her, and she fled, not at all up to fighting a pokemon she was weak against after so few hours of sleep. The trainer and pokemon gave chase but stopped once she left the city behind, unwilling to venture out into the wilderness.

She wondered if she would have been better off with the trainer.

But no pokemon had been around. No one at all had been around. Her limited aura senses picked up nothing in her immediate vicinity, though she thought she could sense others not too far away. She couldn't identify them from her current location, but she thought she could pick up...was it fear? And perhaps a bit of anger. Emotions meant that beings that weren't infected were out and about, and that worried her. Didn't they know it was dangerous? Did they require assistance? She remembered how she had been helped out in a moment of need while journeying through the ruined landscape. Maybe now fate was telling her it was time to return the favor.

Either way, the discovery was unsettling. No one should be out here.

Cautiously, she made her way toward the auras, keeping an eye on her surroundings and listening for any strange sounds. Her journey was short and uneventful, and she crouched behind the ruined base of a wall when she spotted a human. A foul-smelling human at that. No, it wasn't just the human. That smell was in the air. Nothing natural was in the scent, and it gave off the feel of poison.

Then she noticed the cigarette. Ah, yes. She knew what those were. Too many humans liked to smoke those. She didn't understand why, especially if they tasted as bad as they smelled. But if he wanted to poison himself, that was his own choice.

But the smoke wasn't the only thing odd she smelled. The human didn't have a typical human scent. In fact, he smelled almost like a pokemon, though not one she was familiar with. She had seen and scented pokemorphs before, but never out here. Maybe he was so close to pokemon that their scent rubbed off on him? ...No, that wasn't it.

The human stretched and his true form was revealed. He was indeed a Pokémorph. Strange, that he should be out here. And there were other scents...

Then she noticed the meowth speeding toward the Pokémorph. Had she reasoned with herself, she would have realized that the meowth had emotions and therefore wasn't an infected. Instinct had taken over at the sight of danger, though, and she saw it as an infected pokemon attacking simply because the Pokémorph was there. Before she knew it, she was on all fours, running at her top speed toward the meowth in hopes of intercepting it before it could make its attack.

[| odysseus]

I find it humorous that we have our own personal nudist character here on Nexivus and Celia dislikes them so much. Anyway~
Accepted! c: