Terra Alicia Rindalin [Done]

Terra has long, reddish hair that hangs to the top of her rib cage, though she usually keeps it tied back so it doesn't catch on fire by accident since her powers are a little unstable. She usually likes to hang out with Fire type Pokemon or Trainers who specialize in the pyro Pokemon to avoid causing too much damage, so she'll sometimes have a couple of wild Fire types she's befriended (aka bribed with food) following her. She usually wears a pair of beige jeans, a burnt gold spaghetti strap shirt with burgundy trimmings, a crimson hoodie tied around her waist with the pockets filled with her Pokeballs, gold sandals with light vermilion soles, and a pair of dark red fingerless gloves that go halfway up her forearm. She doesn't like keeping her favorite Pokemon in their Pokeballs and generally lets them roam about at free will provided they don't stray too far from her, don't cause trouble, and no one has a problem with it.

• Loyal
  
• Fierce
  
• Affectionate
  
• Kind-hearted
  
• Fun-loving
  
• Friendly
  
• Helpful
  

• Reckless
  
• Stubborn
  
• Wild
  
• Aggressive (at times)
  
• Naive
  
• Loud-mouthed
  
• Not subtle
  
• Narrow-minded
  

• Uses "Ember" when she sneezes
  
• Bites people's fingers if she doesn't like them and they put their hand in her face
  
• Doesn't keep her Pokemon in Pokeballs
  
• Feeds wild Pokemon
  
• Gets hung up over past
  
• Likes being in warm places
  
• Sometimes curls up on a warm rock and falls asleep
  

Terra is every inch a Fire-Type Gijinka with her explosive personality. If you're on her good side, she's a fast friend who will do anything to win your favor and help you along your journey. If you cross her, however... she can turn downright mean in a childish manner. Her modus operandi seems to be charging into things unprepared and going wildly on emotion, which somewhat affects her abilities as a Gijinka, but she hasn't managed to turn bitter from lack of failing. In fact, in the event of failure, she's likely to pick herself right back up again and then try to go at whatever she was attempting in the exact same manner. In spite of all of this, however, she's a good person at heart and always means the best for both her and her Pokemon. It is her greatest dream to get a bunch of Eevees and just... have at them.

• She was born.
  
• She became a Gijinka at age seven as per her parent's request since they wanted to make a breeding farm specifically for Eevees and their evolutions and took blood from the old family Flareon to change their daughter so that she would be able to better interact with the Eevees and calm them down.
  
• Her brother was brought to become a Jolteon Gijinka but died during the process due to complications when she was nine.
  
• She accidentally burned down her parents' house when she was eleven. Her mother died in the blaze.
  
• Her father kicked her out of the house when she was sixteen, sending her to live with an uncle, who was a Houndoom Gijinka.
  
• Upon her uncle's death, she decided to live on her own and become a Pokemon Trainer rather than go back home to her father and his dreams of an Eevee breeding farm.
  

Dawn's eyes closed as she heard them go on. 'Stop this.'

One of them, a burly boy with cropped sandy blond hair that hung messily in his eyes along with the current style in fashion lately, laughed at what one of his friends, a girl with a pixie cut and so many streaks in her hair that it was impossible to tell what color it had been originally. "You're right!" he laughed. "I bet all she did was spread her legs for that Fate guy!"

'Can't you see I'm not like that?'

"And anyone else who looks at her funny too!" another blond boy hooted, his golden hair reaching his chin and his eyes sparkling as he tossed his head, showing off the single red streak on the right side. "All I'd have to do would be turn around and call her name to get her here, legs spread and begging to ride me like the little bitch she is!"

'Stop.'

"Why would you want her to though?" the first boy scoffed. "She probably isn't even tight enough anymore to be worth it. The easy ones never are."

'Stop it.'

"True," the second one replied, grinning impishly, "but you don't have to be tight to give good head."

'Stop it!' She wasn't aware she had moved or when, but suddenly her hands were fisted by her sides, her brow furrowed and eyes flashing with anger. She had thought she was past this part of her life when she would let herself react to others. She had put that behind her, or so she had thought. Apparently she wasn't past this yet, no matter what she had told herself. Closing her eyes, she let out a breath slowly, making an effort to school her features back to their usual emotionless mask and loosen her fists. It didn't matter what they said about her. It didn't. One day it might very well be true, so what should she care about the gossip now? There was no point in letting it provoke emotion from her. In fact, it was perhaps for the best that she learn how to take these kinds of hits to her pride and honor as a woman. That way, on the day when it did become true, she would know how to live with the fact properly.

Elise was sweet for wanting to protect and defend her, but Dawn did not need anyone. She would have to learn to defend herself one day, and that day might as well be today. One day she would be alone with a baby to raise, and she would have to be strong for the both of them no matter how hard it was. "You should embrace your gift from the gods," she murmured, her gaze focused on the hand resting on top of her notes, the fingers still tightly fisted no matter how hard she tried to loosen them. "Doing it for them, though..." she began, trailing off at the sound of a particularly offensive intimation, her voice hardening and becoming colder when she picked up again, "is not worth it. People like them will never learn not to gossip about others, and as hurtful as such slander may be to others, I let it slide off me as befitting of one of my heritage. As if that were not enough reason, if I were to react to their words, it would ruin an image I have spent countless years attempting to cultivate. Thus, whether the words are warranted or not, I must live with them and wear them as proudly as I do the name of Asgard." 'It is the Nordic way... the way of my people and my homeland.'