Post by :Shutter: on Jul 15, 2011 21:34:33 GMT
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Risala
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NAME
Risala Elizabeth Arcrige
NICKNAMES
Risa or Lala by close people
AGE
17
GENDER
Lady Parts
HOMETOWN
Verdanturf Town, Hoenn
APPEARANCERisala Is the human embodiment of what you would normally think of with dark and ghost type Pokemon. Of coarse you means her, as really thats what shes after in her appeal. Though it wouldn't be hard to identify her favorite pokemon types by looking at her. She embraces the dark and spooky theme that ghost and dark types offer. Her skin is smooth and pail with out any blemishes or scaring. She stands at a lowly 5'2 but manages to have quite a curvy shape about her. She uses her shape to her advantage when dressing, waring mostly blacks that make her slider form look even smaller but dresses that poof out about her waist to giving a lice appeal to her small body.
Its rare to see a hair out of place on her unnaturally said to be natural pink a purple hair, if you use your brain though its not hard to realize its not natural at all. People always tell her its the strangest, purple growing on top and growing in pink underneath. The hair goes down to about her waist and cups her body and face in quite an appealing fashion. Her eyes are a sharp and playful sea green always looking at the world with an arrogant yet amused expression. Yet when shes looks at most any Pokemon they turn all soft and loving, and she totally spoils them with mushy words of love. In fact Her pokemon would be the only reason you would ever see in anything other than perfect array. When training she tends to get down and dirty, in other words lets herself go for the sake of her pokemon. She changes out of her long frilly dresses and ribbons to simple T-shirts and shorts. A rare thing to see indeed, as she trains in secret.
PERSONALITYRisala is, complicated to say the least. She is vary proud and stubborn, and arrogant, and loving, and caring and a whole lot more mixed into one small and complex package. She grew up hovered over due her having bad health and absolutely despised every moment of it. She hates being treated like she needs help and being catered to even if she dose need it. Thats her pride popping in I suppose, she wants to prove that she can do things herself and that she doesn't need to be looked after. She for once in her life want to look after something. Thats why her dream to become a trainer means so much to her. Its the one thing in her life that she actually hold interest in, its what gets her up in the mornings even when shes is helpless sick and spewing up all over the place.
She is annoyingly stubborn as well, she don't take help from others. Shes one of thoughts people that if you want to help her you do it behind her back or you don't do it at all. She gets offended or flatly refuses any sort of help offered to her. She is looking to start over on her journey and make her own way by her self. With out help, at all from no one ever. If its not clear to you by now that she doesn't want or need your help your blind and an idiot.
She is a vary tactful person. She thinks her moves, in life and in battle vary thoroughly before she goes threw with anything. Shes gifted in coming up with quick plain and normally there pretty good. Then there are the ones... that arnt as grate. Like when it comes to spending money or saving money. Really money in her hands is a lost cause. Despite being good at thinking things threw she is easily deceived, and has the self control of a five year old in a candy store. She normally wastes her money on "Charity for Homeless Pokemon" or other obviously fraud like things. She also spares no expense when it comes to clothing or things for her friends. This used to not be a problem as her family had money and could afford her mass of bills. Now that shes on her own its a rather large problem.
At fist meeting you might think her a snob and weird, but shes a nice snobby weirdo. She likes to have fun, and to laugh. Though her seance of hummer is questionable and slightly perverted. While she is beyond accepting help from others she is more than willing to make a friend.In fact she would be pretty much desperate to make some friends. Being 'covered' and 'hovered' over all of her life has left her with few friends. The ones she made were far and few to come by and never lasted. This has left her a lonely person, but her Pokemon will be a huge help in this department.
HISTORYHer life is vary hovered over. She was born unhealthy but that was never a problem as her parents were docters. When she was born her chances of living were vary slim, that was obvious to anyone who saw her. She was born premature, and quite sickly, but one of her parents was at her side constantly for the first few months of her life will she was healthy enough to be left alone. Even then her one of her parents was almost always hovering somewhere close by. She hadn't been there first child, but she was the first to be live. They Had lost four children previous to her in miscarriages, and this is most likely the reason for the consistent hovering during her growing up. Her mother was especially attune to Risala's needs, as her husband could handle caring for and going to patients on his own.
For the fist three years of Risala's life, her mother was almost always there. She grew up watching her mother boil healing concoctions as her parents worked in herbal healing as much as medical. As she was almost never let out side the house the for the first three years of her life, and her father took pity on this fact. He began teaching her the tricks of there witch doctor like trade, much to her mothers disapproval. Her health was the stem of many arguments, as if she lived or not still hung in the balance, but her father was determined to give Risala something to do as they didnt own pokemon. Despite her regularly falling ill to some thing or the other, she managed to learn the art of medicinal healing quite quickly. Her first words were commonly used plants. She knows her herbs and plants as well as any healer, and by the time she was five she had run out of things to learn. At the same time she started getting sick less and less often, and her parents would let her go out with them on rare occasions.
She can still remember the first pokemon she ever saw, a shuppet and a Flygon with with a boy commanding them. She had been told of trainers and there pokemon, and she had little interest in it at the time however. She she could never picture a life without her parents, or healing. It just wasn't apart of her mind. So life went on, and seeing trainers, and pokemon was a more and more normal, and more and more interesting. After her father took her out to see a sick man, was the first time she got an up close encounter of a pokemon. It was a pidgey. She had seen Pokemon and battles before but never up close. Her mother was quite scared of them due at the fact that she had been attacked when she was younger. Her father had given his up to be with her and so Risala was never given a chance to see them. It looked so intelligent fallowing its sick masters commands sending messages about and other simple tasks. at that point she decided that she wanted one and asked her father how to get one. He shook his head and told her that she could not get one. So when he left the room, she asked the sickly man how to get one. He explained the lags often gave people starter pokemon.
For the next years of her live she started becoming more and more obsessed with pokemon, much to her parents concern. The attacks on humans was becoming a more and more common thing, and her mother was becoming more and more protective. In return this Pushed Risala away as she was getting sick of being stuck inside. She wanted to go and train pokemon, to be free, despite being sickly. However the roads are dangerous, and she was to young to simply leave. So instead she started building up her knowledge so that she would be ready when it came time to run. Run she did when she turned 17. On her birthday she left a note on her parents bed, and simply left.---OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME
Shutter for love,
STFU when your annoyed with me,
Utter if you want me to attack you with mutant enchiladas,
Shu if you like lame names.
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An advertisement at some place that I found after digging thew advertisements on like thirty other sites.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Old post is old... Anyway.
"Yes!"She thought as the little bagon as hit dead on with the icy wind. Not that it could have missed she thought with a shiver. Next time she would be sure to add a jacket in with her training gear. And instead of shorts maybe some normal pants. Her face turned to shock when the creature started to freeze. Ice and frost collecting on its tiny body. She motioned for shuppet to stop its attack. This would be the perfect chance to catch it. She pulled the poke ball into view and pressed the small white button. The ball hen expanded, she wondered how it did that for a slight moment before she threw the ball out as best she could. It was a a rather crappy throw really she never participated in any sports due to her sickness, but the ball got the right idea and a red light zapped out grabbing the pokemon. It made her think of being beamed up into an alien space ship.
The ball closed and the whit light flashed red then white again, and the ball shook back and forth as if the bagon was fighting to get out inside. It continued to do this three more time till it finally stilled. Risa felt a rush of air come out and smiled. She had officially battled and caught her first pokemon. She felt happiness well up insider her as she pranced over to her smiling like an idiot. She picked up the ball and let the pokemon out as soon as she had it in her hands. It looked freaked out again seeing her, and looked rather intimidated. She tried to reach her hand out gently to touch nut it flinched away from her. Shuppet floated over and made what seemed like a greeting, and the bagon shot an ember attack at the ghost pokemon. It managed to dodge it just narrowly and turned around angrily yelling at it. Then the bagon shot more fire and shuppet retaliated with a shadow ball.
Risa herself felt a bit of anger at both of them stepping in between there argument, fight thing.
"Cut it out she snapped." Picking up bagon who was now openly flailing in her arms. Risa felt her eye twitch, as she pulled out its pokeball and sucked it back in. She was going to need to work on there team skills. She though slightly irritated. She didn't think it would be this hard to manage a team, she figured that they would all be like shuppet. Then she thought back to the first time she had met shuppet. He was just like this, actually he wouldn't even let her near him. Then she left like she understood the bagon a bit more. Relationships between pokemon and trainers are not perfect just because you caught the pokemon. It was something that would take its time.
She sighed and let bagon out, she had not idea how to go about getting its trust, but she couldn't do it if it was in its pokeball. this bagon popped out looking kinda angry this time like it didn't quite understand how that kept happening. She looked at it then crouched down to bagons level.
Holding out one berrys she held in her bag. It looked a little shocked but took. It she reached to pat it but it still flinched away. She frowned a little but didn't let it bring her down.
"Lets try to get along." She said standing up.
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