Post by alisa on Mar 18, 2012 21:03:23 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Alisa Selene Worthington
★ NICKNAME: Allycat, Als.
★ MEMBER GROUP: gijinka/team rocket
★ POKEMON: Flaaffy
★ AGE: seventeen
★ HEIGHT: four feet nine inches
★ WEIGHT: eighty pounds
★ FACE CLAIM: Alisa Bosconovitch from Tekken
★ APPEARANCE:
Bubblegum pink and purple hair may come as a surprise to some, but alisa's more or less had it her whole life. having contracted the virus and turned in to a flaaffy gijinka at a really young age, the girl who had been born with dark brown hair never really remembered the time when her hair wasn't bright neon colors, and her eyes the color of glittering emeralds. embodying her gijinka seemed to be part and parcel of her appearance now. The ends of them curled in screw curls, they fall just below her shoulders, and are usually adorned by some form of flowers.
Quite short for a girl her age, Alisa favors shorts and mini skirts in an attempt to make her appear taller. Her colors of choice are usually white, blue, pink or purple, the ones that match her hair, and her skin was porcelain white, much akin to a sheep's white pelt. Whilst being slender, short and with pink hair is relatively normal, perhaps the most shocking thing about Alisa is that anyone who touches her without her knowing will get a jolt of electricity. She is a literal power generator, electricity personified, and as such Alisa tends to, if not is always seen wearing a pair of gloves, usually reaching just below her elbows. Most people see it and imagine her akin to a woman who just likes elegance, but Alisa's gloves are rubber lined, designed so that she won't shock anyone who comes in contact with her as long as she channels her electricity in to the rubber reserves of her gloves.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- cunning
- smart
- quick thinker
- strategist
- loyal
- observant
- gentle
★ NEGATIVE:
- blunt
- sarcastic
- dependant, she doesn't really like being alone.
- abandonment issues
- commitment issues
- high expectations
- doesn't trust easily
- secretive
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- lying in the meadows or grass
- likes fiddling with electrical wires and such
- messing around with her guitar
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
For a girl who works with team rocket, Alisa can be surprisingly gentle. Perhaps its because of her DNA, but Alisa is quite unlike the rest of her colleagues. Gentle and mother-like, Alisa worries herself with many of her colleagues and her friends, making sure they aren't hurting themselves, or they aren't getting themselves in trouble. Nevertheless though, she hadn't been with the rocket organization for the past seven years for nothing. If anything, her training has taught her to be an extremely cunning and strategic individual. The girl is a very quick thinker, and while she may hate to inflict pain, her loyalty to the rocket organization enables her to do so. Afterall, they had taken her in. Skewed loyalties or not, she was indebted to them. And while she may be a gentle girl by nature (and DNA), she is a formidable opponent in the battlefield.
Alisa also has very high expectations of herself, and of other people. She's a very hard worker, and if anyone works under her, she expects them to be up to scratch as well. Blunt and sarcastic, she believes in telling people exactly what she's thinking, and while she may not like hurting people, Alisa believes the truth now will hurt less then lying in the long run. Alisa also has certain abandonment and commitment issues, after being rejected by friends and her own mother, and then her own father dying before she could get to know him properly. As such, while Alisa can be friendly and nice, she is a little hard to get close to, and may take a bit of work before she opens up fully to you.
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H I S T O R Y
- Contracted the virus when she was barely four, and while she didn't remember it, she was the reason why her parents fought and eventually got a divorce because her mother didn't want to subject Alisa to the risky procedures whilst her father was all for the cure.
- When she did get the cure and ended up being a Flaaffy gijinka, her mother blamed her father for the results, packed up and left the next day. Her father never stopped blaming Alisa, even if the girl of four barely knew what was going on. Using the cure on Alisa had also depleted their family's funds, and her father was forced to work day and night to feed them. Because of that, Alisa turned to a group of friends she had made around her neighborhood, and practically stayed with them.
- A month or so after the blood transfusions, Alisa began to gain more and more traits of being a Flaaffy gijinka. Initially they had thought that it would stop with the bubblegum pink and purple hair and the way her skin had turned porcelain white to match a sheeps pelt, but came a day when her father tried to pick her up and ended up getting electrocuted himself, suffering burns up his arms. From then on, Alisa was forced to wear the gloves she now has, but over the years with the girl being slightly on the vain side, she managed to change them so they looked more elegant rather then the kitchen gloves she had initially worn.
- Because her gijinka properties were becoming more and more apparent however, the group of friends she had began rejecting her, until her sixth birthday where they just outright told her they didn't want her to be with them any longer. Alisa had grown extremely attached to them by then, so she had been heartbroken by their rejection.
- She stayed with her father more then, and her father also began treating her like he would a daughter more, instead of just feeding her and clothing her and doing nothing else. for a while, Alisa thought that perhaps, she could have the life of a family with her father afterall. But the virus attacked again, this time on her father. And this time, they didn't have the funds to get the cure from Epispect. Her father opted for the illegal form of DNA blood transfusion, but the procedure went horribly wrong halfway and his life was taken instead.
- She had been ten when her father passed, and was sent to the orphanage, where within two months, a guy who seemed rather odd took her in. nevertheless though, Alisa was happy enough that someone wanted to take her in, despite everyone knowing she was a gijinka. the orphanage kids was rejecting her like her previous group of friends, so when she was taken away, Alisa was quite relieved.
- The guy was a human, a Gijinka helper who believed that there really wasn't any need for hatred between the two, because really, gijinka's were just humans who had no choice but to take the cure or choose death. In that group, Alisa was brought up with no structured hatred for anyone of any kind, and when Team Rocket eventually formed and with it, their vision of no hatred between Gijinka's and humans, it was natural for Alisa to join them as most of her surrogate family did.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: kitsie
★ AGE:
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: not... yet.
★ RP SAMPLE:
to be honest, ashley isn't too happy about being at someone's beck and call. granted, she said that she was fine with her position, not exactly wanting to climb higher to be an admin. and she was, really. ashley knew that being a rocket admin, whilst wielding power and prestige, at the same time also essentially meant that you had to handle a lot of morons, and at the same time face a lot of paperwork. and ashley martineau hated paperwork. she hated sitting at a desk, writing or typing away. the girl was a very hands-on type of person, and she adored the flexibility and field work that was required of a rocket executive, which was why ashley never aimed to climb the hierarchy ladder.
however, she still found it difficult to bend to their will when she was summoned though. it made the girl feel like a genie, the way she had to go running to their summons like she was some servant... which ashley supposed she essentially was, apparently. but she did hate being made to feel that way. either way though, she had no choice, hence why when the message through delibird came to her, ashley had abandoned her post in the outskirts of johto, and icarus had flown her back to the headquarters.
passing saffron city's boundaries before the giant salamence began his descent down to a large field used mainly for such purpose, ashley checked once more to make sure she looked at least decent for a meeting with their heads. shorts, black tank and denim biker vest, check. her blonde hair looked a mess, windswept and all over the place after commanding icarus to fly at top speed back, but she couldn't care less. ashley merely gave it a sweep through with her fingers, getting the front of it out of her sky-blue eyes, before recalling her pokemon in to her pokeball, and began the jog towards the entrance.
right there waiting at the entrance though, was a smug looking, rather confident appearing grunt, who flicked off an imaginary piece of lint off his shirt as ashley approached. the girl plucked the extended piece of missive for her, but before she could pry the sealed letter with her fingers, the grunt spoke, voice all suave and dripping with faked smoothness. "miss martineau, anyone ever told you you have hair that looks like spun gold?" ashley didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cuff the young one, obviously a year or two younger then her. so instead, the girl settled for a roll of her eyes, and patted the grunt's head gently, almost like a mother doing that to her child. "well, i can't sell it for money so my hair is pretty useless, isn't it?"
ignoring the rather fazed and dazed look the grunt wore after ashley shot her retort at him, she began wandering in to headquarters, before the words on the missive sunk in and she stopped, staring open mouthed. a partner? a partner?! what, were they doubting her abilities now? ashley martineau worked perfectly fine on her own! she hated working with someone else actually. she had her own form of strategy and battle plans all worked out. her team melded beautifully together under her strategizing, and she didn't need someone else messing up her flow!
the blue eyes she possesed quickly flew down to the missive again, gaining the information of her supposed 'partner', before her lithe feet quickly brought her to the row of executive offices. the loud knock came from her, but ashley barely registered the snarl, barging in without even a by-your-leave, and waved the piece of letter agitatedly. "what do you want savage? if you feel lonely on your assignments, go look for some simpering miss to entertain you. i don't need your 'pleasant' company!" ashley snapped, her eyes blazing like an icy wind. she's head of ryuu savage before, but has made a point to stay out of his way. not because she was scared, but because from what she's heard of him from her colleagues, ashley was quite sure she wouldn't deal well with him. and now she was supposed to be his partner? what kind of a joke was this?
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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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