Post by Charmaine Boyle on Dec 22, 2012 21:48:10 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Charmaine Boyle
★ NICKNAME: Charmy
★ MEMBER GROUP: Team Rocket; gijinka
★ POKEMON: togepi
★ STATUS legal
★ AGE: 9
★ HEIGHT: 3'8"
★ WEIGHT: 60 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: 328/329 from White Rain
★ APPEARANCE:
Charmy is the average cute little child aided by the fact she's a togepi gijinka. Her hair is a fine white and choppily cut to give her a childish, even gendered look. Her eyes are large and friendly, a brilliant shade of black.
She's not particularly outstanding as far as sterngth goes, but she did like playing soccer and softball. She still has a pretty good layer of childhood fat. Worth noting is the fact her face is round. When she gets older, might become slightly angular in her jawline, but she will always have a distinctly 'moe' look about her.
For some bizarre reason, Charmaine likes baggy clothes and boots. Even worse, her parents let her buy these things. Her clothes mostly look like they were all designed as bulky, bad impressions of kung-fu uniforms out of a bad karate movie. Her boots do not help her unfashionable clothing set; they're combat boots and not the cute kind. The only thing that could be considered even kind of cute is the bejeweled headband she wears over her forehead. It's just plated metal, but it looks cool all the same.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- innocent
- pure hearted She is not double minded.
- follows her convictions When she believes in something, she follows through with it. If she thought everyone should own a frog plushie, she would purchase a box full to give them out to those who didn't have one.
- caring
- values life She thinks everyone deserves to live unless they're a danger to others. Of course, she can't word this or explain it properly because she's a child, but the notion is there.
- trusting If you told her the charizard foaming at the mouth would not eat her and merely was frenzied at the thought of giving her a piggy back ride and could tell her five reasons why you were right, she would absolutely freakin' believe you. However, once you break her trust, she tends to disbelieve you more and more with each lie until she can think the opposite is true just because you said it.
★ NEGATIVE:
- suprisingly creepy
- principal zealot Tends to take things like "it's wrong to lie" to an extreme. Usually, only the 'ends justifies the means' theory can cause her to ignore things like this. All the same, she would have trouble breaking her own personal code.
- troublingly unchildlike It's probably just her nature or maybe even what happens when two gijinkas breed, but she thinks and acts in very unchildlike ways even if she can't properly express them for others to understand why they should be so disturbing.
- unremorseful If she did it, she meant it.
- judgemental If it can be explained, she can excuse it. However, she thinks harshly of others unless someone bothers to break it down for her or something.
- unorganized She's nine years old and her last name is not Wayne. The whole concept of prioritizing kind of escapes her, though she does fairly well if she can make a list or get instructions repeated to her.
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- chews on both sides of her mouth evenly
- touchy feely
- smiles. a lot. it's due to her togepi DNA. she can also share it, though it's subconcious.
- she's bad about not watching where she's going
- must sleep in fetal position, thanks to the togepi DNA
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Charmy is both innocent and a principle zealot. This leads her to be pure hearted, which for those of you who know what pure hearted really means, are aware this makes her the most likely canidate for stepping into sociopath territory.
Her dream is of a utopia where people get along and no one is malicious toward one another. While normally as nice as you could imagine a kid to be, this desire would and has pushed her to some troublingly unchildlike behavior.
The little girl has a great love of life. She has dreams for the future. She enjoys every day and always tries to look at the bright side of things.
Charmy is unorganized and highly trusting. She's the type to ask for help with something and then scramble the instructions minutes later, but most children are.
Her opinion on Team Rocket is mixed. On one hand, they're true. They want everyone to be at peace and together, and they mean it, just like her. They also provided her with a home thanks to the utter inhabitibly of her old home. However, they bear the name of Team Rocket. Her history books tell her such a name is not to be trusted.
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H I S T O R Y
- when she was young, around three, her entire family paid to have the gijinka transfusion done. her mother was a togekiss and her father was a staraptor. before the transfusions, they were noveau riche. after, they became middle class.
- as a young child, charmy was fascinated with rules and following them. this made her a bit of a goody-goody among her friends.
- she learned about the black market for the first time after she was almost accidentally kidnapped along with her mother. it traumatized her enough to make her clingy with the people around her.
- her parents announced that they were going to start supporting Epispect with donations to make sure the black market would go down.
- Charmaine ran into a nice gijinka; it happened that the gijinka is the one who saved Charmy and her mother from the black market member not so long ago. The gijinka was also a member of Team Rocket. They spoke with Charmy about Team Rocket and what they stand for. Charmy tells the gijinka she would like to join Team Rocket. The Rocket member is unsure and tells Charmy to ask her parents. Charmy does. Her parents are infuriated. Charmy finds the gijinka and cries about how her parents are strongly anti-Rocket.
- It goes without saying, but Charmy became a part of Team Rocket after she was orphaned by an attack by a market member. The gijinka who saved her before saved her again and brought her and what was left of her family's possessions into the team.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Monster
★ AGE: legal.
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: nope.
★ RP SAMPLE:
It goes without saying that Velvela, who was a bit of a stranger to the ships and the sea, was a bit terrified when the ship freakin' slammed into the dock. She grabbed onto the railing, her always calm face taking on wide eyes and comically forced straight lips as she resisted the urge to find someone to yell at. One strong arm held onto her little timburr. Loam, for his part, had better sea legs than her. The serene, enigmatic little creature merely looked up at his master, allowing her to support her landlubber self on him.
The commotion settled as quickly as it happened. Velvela's hands shook--how could they not, with that strange experience in her fresh memory? She noticed that outcry had dulled into a soft growl of displeasure. Velvela was intrigued by the captain. Pity he was probably on the sea all the time. If he had a manor, she would probably ask for the direction right off the bat. He ran a tight ship and that was her ideal work ethic type.
Velvela cast a momentary glance at the man who had some her Loam before dismissing his suddenly unsure appearance. It was none of her business. Their deal had been made and she needed to get off this ship. She looked down at her timburr, making sure he didn't want to say good bye to any of his old companions. She understood parting could be miserable. It didn't seem to be so in this case, anyway.
A splash caught both of their attentions, but seeing how no noises that indicated she should pay it any mind came after, Velvela dismissed it. Loam noted that his new master was not going to be the vigilante type. He was not sure whether that would bode well for him or not.
The duo joined the crowd listening and waiting to leave the ship. The captain's "speech" was not exactly inspiring. Velvela had no idea what the Harper words "brothel" and "voyage" meant. However, she picked up on the word market, right, and the explicit demand to leave the ship. However, as the rest of the crowd gladly followed the pokemon-vender (was he really this pitiful when not behind his many monsters?) Velvela put a hand on her new timburr's shoulder.
"We'll wait for everyone else to get off. Crowds tend to hide pickpockets." She watched as everyone else went idly by. She ignored the wink from the merchant. Idle flirtation was nothing to get excited over; it simply meant a bored individual. The ex-slave did grow a bit angry at the woman who made a face at her timburr. The foreigner's lips merely turned into a small frown. The woman was not worth the effort of squabbling with, but to insult her timburr was something Velvela wouldn't take kindly to.
Loam was hers to tend to and protect while he provided his work ability to her. He was her servant and she would treat him as such.
Velvela noticed most of the people were gone and therefore there was a lower risk of getting pickpocketed. "Let's--" she started. A hand fell upon her shoulder though. She knew the type of grip and didn't jump the gun like some younger doe might have. She merely turned around, holding out her hand to her eager timburr. She smiled softly at her Loam, though. It seemed she would have to teach him about posture and what different types of approach meant.
Her eyes widened as he easily slipped into her native tongue. "Certainly!" How refreshing to hear it after all this time. It had only been a ship ride, but she had felt so lonely. No family, no coworkers, nothing. She allowed herself to be led, though she tensed up to let him know she didn't appreciate being handled like an unbroken ponyta. She was submissive and docile; there was no need to be heavy handed with her. Perhaps it was just his nature, though. Beyond his ever present aura of authority and the whole nature of him that screamed 'don't challenge me', he didn't seem particularly aggressive.
She nodded when he noted she didn't really know the language of the land. "I'd appreciate it," she evenly stated. She looked down at the scroll then back up at the man. She nodded. She didn't smile, but her face was not unpleasant. Gratitude was in her eyes. She would appreciate a job very much.
As she was shoved away, she did not hesitate to walk. "Thank... you," she managed in the language of Harper. She didn't look over her shoulder or anything dramatic. "I suppose I owe you." It was unlikely they would see each other again, but if he ever got into a situation where these roles would be reversed, he was free to call upon her. After all, it was merely a favor from one country-folk to another.
The duo went easily down the plank and into the bustling port. It was wet and miserable here, but warm. She was used to it. It wasn't too much unlike her home country. Which way had the market been? Would a tavern even in the market, or would it be toward the direction of the "brothels"? She should have asked what that word translated as. Oh well.
Deciding that the market would appreciate drunk customers buying things they didn't need, she headed to the right. "Keep close to me," she ordered her timburr. She shifted her pack within her shawl. She considered bringing her hood up, but that would bring the impression she didn't want to be seen when in fact all she wanted to do was to blend in. The less effort given, the less attention attracted.
After a few minutes, she came to a tavern. She knitted her brows. The scroll was safely in the loop of her belt. Was this where she could find the bar keeper to give this to? "... P-po... Pony--Ponyta!" Even if she couldn't read the word 'Shaggy', she understood what ponyta translated to. She looked down to the timburr. "Loam, if anyone approaches us, don't freak out. It's a bar. People act a little silly but they're generally harmless."
With that, she opened the door and entered the tavern. She ignored the atmosphere. No doubt there were people glancing at her and then returning to their own affairs. She gave them the same courtesy. If someone moved particularly quickly, she judged their intent then moved on if it was not aimed toward her.
Not bothering to smile, she only flitted her eyes behind the counter. She hadn't even bothered to sit herself. She hoped this would be a relatively quick bit of business. "Hello?" All she could really ask was that this wasn't shipping glass. She would do anything other than that. That was one bit of luggage she absolutely abhorred handling.
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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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