Post by madoka on Feb 18, 2012 17:37:14 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Madoka Kitano
★ NICKNAME: N/A
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Whismur
★ AGE: 13
★ HEIGHT: 5' 4''
★ WEIGHT: 89 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Sakura Haruno from Naruto
★ APPEARANCE:
Madoka is a fair skinned female with short pink hair and green eyes. She sometimes wears a small headband with two Whismur ears attached and two oval-shaped black stickers near her ears like a Whismur. Madoka is usually seen wearing a short pink dress with matching pink sandals, but occasionally has on more casual clothes, like a few different colored t-shirts, blue jeans, and white sneakers. She has a tattoo on her upper right arm of the eyes of a Whismur, four non-connecting lines in the shape of a '+'.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Kind
- Generous
- Loyal
- Flexible
- Frugal
- Self-sufficient
★ NEGATIVE:
- Shy
- Keeps to self
- Immature
- Pessimistic
- Disorderly
- Paranoid
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Madoka whispers practically everything she says because of the Whismur DNA.
- She also pretends that the oval stickers near her ears are her nose, so if she smells something bad, she'll wave around the stickers, and if she wants to hold her breath, she covers the stickers with her hands.
- Whenever she sees a person, Madoka will try to hide herself, due to confrontation issues.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Madoka's personality is like an onion, with many layers to it. On the first layer, she is a very shy individual who keeps to herself most of the time, but if she manages to make a friend, she becomes a kinder more loyal friend than the secretive stranger she once was. Madoka is also frightened very easily, and gets a bit scared at the slightest things. Her voice also reflects a bit of her personality, when she whispers, it reflects her shyness, and when she uses moves like Hyper Voice or Uproar, it shows her 'inner' self, who she was before the transfusion.
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H I S T O R Y
- Madoka was born into a upper-middle class family in Aether City. She was born two months early and was barley hanging on to life, but thankfully her body became stable and she lived through the ordeal. When she turned three, her mother had caught the virus and was very very sick. Her father could almost afford the Pokemon DNA needed to cure her, but couldn't raise it fast enough. She died one month after contracting the virus, and Madoka's father was devastated.
- At age five, her father became very abusive. He kept on telling Madoka of her failure as a living being and her low worth in the family, since she couldn't even do anything. Well, she was only five years old. At this point, Madoka was forced to grow up pretty fast. She learned to make basic foods at age seven, and could take care of herself mostly soon after. Her father still hated Madoka, even after her quicker than average growth to self-sufficiency.
- At age eleven, Madoka's father started taking up a new hobby, drinking. He would go under the influence while driving and was soon caught and incarcerated. Madoka used her fathers funds to help sustain herself for about a month, when soon she caught the virus herself.
- She took out all the remains of the money from her father before he was incarcerated, and got the only Pokemon DNA she could afford; Whismur DNA. Her personality went from outgoing and ambitious to more shy and self keeping, but she could at least hold her own in a fight if needed, and the virus within herself was destroyed.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Gia
★ AGE: 14
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Nooooope.
★ RP SAMPLE:
*This is my wolf character from another website, just so you're not confused when you think its a human or something.*
Cresent dashed around the area, looking frantically at everything in sight, every insect, every bird, every small game that would pass in the blink of an eye. She gently pawed at the plants that are struggling to grow, and shivered at the wind that had grown colder with every passing day now. She frantically sniffed the air, the scent of wolf and the small amount of living flowers filled her nose.
She grinned as the sight of such lovely things, forgetting her real purpose of being here. Cresent laid down next to the base of a tree, with almost all of its leaves gone, giving off a haunted look. She shivered lightly as the wind blowed through her shining coat.
Cresent allowed herself to be in the bliss of beauty for a moment longer, then rose. "Is anyone here, I wish to officially join the pack that is supposed to live here..." She said in her soft voice. She repeated herself, thinking nobody could possibly hear her at this volume.
She sighed and thought that nobody even lived here, she's seen no signs of life yet besides the prey, and the only thing that may give a hint of wolf life is that there's less prey then there should be, perhaps a larger predator?
Cresent shook her head. "No, I will not let my paranoia get to me, not now." She whispered under her breath. "I just need to rest." She licked her lips in slight hunger, and gently dozed off under the tree, still hoping that someone comes in her dreams.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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