Post by Alexis Lagona on Aug 2, 2013 17:39:33 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Alexis Kendel Lagona
★ NICKNAME: Alex
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Infernape
★ STATUS Illegal
★ AGE: Twenty Five
★ HEIGHT: 5'8"
★ WEIGHT: 115 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Shura Kirigakure from Blue Exorcist
★ APPEARANCE:
Before her procedure she was a natural, green-eyed brunette. So her ease at slipping in and out of crowds without drawing attention was of benefit to her. Things are a lot different now though.
She now sees the world through purple-hued eyes. Her more notable feature would be her very long and hair that even when worn in its usual high ponytail travels down the length of her back to end just below her rear. Long and red with lighter yellowing tips, a gradual gradient essentially resembling flames. What make it so different are its colours. A deep red that gradually fades to orange and then again to yellow at the tips, results of the DNA she acquired during her procedure. In extreme scenarios her hair will even go as far as to flare. Flames lick at her locks but damage neither her nor the strands themselves.
She doesn’t come off as the most civilized of people judging from the way she dresses. She is usually seen wearing revealing black, sleeveless crop tops that show off her abdomen and gives near full view of some of her tattoos, along with denim shorts and knee-high brown boots. She has a single piercing, a silver stud on her left ear. A small scar is visible at the outer side of her left brow where the hair has failed to regrow due to the damaged tissue. The wound was nothing serious, just a scuffle she’d gotten into as a kid causing trouble. While strolling around she may or may not be carrying her blade on her back, it's identity hidden by a black cloth covering but with it's shape it's pretty easy to make out it's identity.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- laid-back
- independant
- self-confident
- street smart
- 'fun'-loving
★ NEGATIVE:
- overly blunt
- tends to drinks on the job
- loner
- violent tendancies
- pesmistic
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- She often forgets her level of strength and will fail to controll the output. Whether it be shattering a glass in her hand or mistakingly puncing a hole in the wall. Perhaps even crushing someone's hand in a shake.
- Even before going through with her procedure she frequently practiced martial arts. Now with the addition of the DNA she's more or less a master in close combat. She's also quite skilled in swordsmanship.
- When she loses her temper or feels really strong about something the shift in her emotions will turn her into a literal hothead, setting her hair alight. Although the intensity depends solely on the level of feeling.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Alex is pretty easy-going and is known to be rather blunt. She’ll speak freely about sensitive topics without taking others feelings into consideration, whether they take offence to it or not doesn’t really bother her. Let people think what they will, their judgments don’t matter to her. Her brusque manner of speech also means she will point out and comment on the flaws of whoever is subject to her attentions, even toward those clearly above her level of strength. This trait was more prominent when she was younger however, it’s toned down quite a bit over the years and depending on the seriousness of a situation she’ll either chose to voice her opinions of make a mental note of then until a later date. This was the main reason for the trouble she’d get herself into as a child growing up in a very poor district.
She often likes to slacks off and let others work their asses off while she sits with a beer. However, when the time calls she can become serious and focused in her goal. She’s pledged her loyalty to only one person, her previous boss and adoptive father in a sense but its strength weakened drastically after he'd coerced her into becoming a Gijinka for his own selfish means. For now she prefers her lone-wolf lifestyle. As far as insults and poking fun at she’ll mostly brush them off outwardly but inwardly hold a grudge. The extend of which would fall on how seriously it was said.
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H I S T O R Y
- Alexis was the only child born to a pitifully poor couple and was raised in the Slums of the City. ‘Raised’ being a term used loosely. The young girl practically brought herself up for the majority of her life, going as far to steal for food which often resulted in beatings from those she targeted if they were fast enough to catch her. The death of her father left her mother in a practically comatose state; from the shock, Alexis assumed. It didn’t seem to bother her much though; the man had been her father but shown no fatherly affection toward her. Hell, he barely acknowledged her presence. In her mind he was just the man who lived with them. Nothing more, nothing less. This lifestyle; however tough, didn’t seem to damage her mentality much. Perhaps desensitize her toward physical violence and the like but having known nothing else for years she just accepted that this is the way things are. That being said; she would hear scornful conversations among the slum’s inhabitants about the luxurious lifestyles those in the city lead. It made her…curious. It was after her mother died that she actually began so do better for herself, as morbid as that thought is. She no longer had two mouths to feed. She was free to look out for herself and go wherever she wanted…well, to an extent. At this point she was only nine years old and never left the house without her switchblade. Not that it would have proved very useful against a Pokémon or Gijinka had she encountered one but it was better than nothing.
- Being cornered in an alley one particularly cold night had led to a faithful meeting. She had caught wind of the serums making their rounds around the Black Market but she never thought she’d ever see one of the Gijinkas up so closely. She was saved that night, and later employed by the Hydreigon gijinka who went by the alias of Xander in their criminal underworld. Although, ‘employed’ wouldn’t really have been the word used to describe her situation. She was more so forced into manual labor as repayment for still having her life and causing Xander unnecessary effort. Regardless, she did his bidding and followed his orders to the letter. She was getting fed, clothed and whatever else for all of this so why not? It was quite obvious to everyone else that the Trader took pity on the scrawny girl, but he refused to put money into something that did not profit him. She was schooled in the rulings of their criminal underworld and expected to pull her weight; as a smuggler.
- Not many people suspected a child of malcontent or ill will, so her comings and goings into the other rings were suspicious at best, but unquestioned. The more acceptable clothing she wore courtesy of Xander allowed her to meet with her assignments and complete transactions. She knew of course that much of the merchandise she was handling could very well get her killed. Nevertheless, she was alive at present ant that's all that mattered. Her success in the field had earned her quite a name for herself in the Black Market but as she got older the deeds became harder to pull off without suspicion. Or perhaps it was just the increasing amount of male attention she was starting to receive that made it harder for her to blend in with the crowds.
- She was worried about what would happen to her now that she’d outlived her usefulness. Either kicked to the curb or killed to avoid the hassle. She certainly didn’t expect to be signed up for the Gijinka procedure. She knew that most of what she handled was the serum but she didn’t know that many of the vials she’d gotten for her Boss had been stored by said man. She and several other of his older employees were expected to undergo the surgery without question, so she didn’t question. The hours of excruciating pain certainly weren’t worth the effort of becoming part Pokémon…or maybe they were? She didn’t know. Her thoughts were so inconsistent and fluctuating through the operation. Was this all really worth it?
- Her new appearance certainly took some getting used to; there was no way in the name of any higher being out there that she would be able to pass off as a normal person with features like this, but as it turned out Xander was being paranoid about his own well-being. Episect had been on the prowl and fear of extermination had been on the rise. She was furious and felt betrayed, at the fact he had now doomed them all to suffer the same fate. It was at this moment that all loyalty she’d felt toward the man shatter in a fiery explosion. He altered them to be his bodyguards?!
- Episect certainly showed no mercy to those who stole from them. She was once again reminded that day of how quickly life can be lost. Episect had taken the initiative on the night of one of their more prominent heists and more or less butchered the entirety of the group that had been sent out. She was thankful she hadn't seen it in person, otherwise she wouldn't be breathing at this point. In a way she was relieved she'd been requested to watch over the base that night but the loss of some valuable friends weighed heavy on her mind.
- So, she left. Not the Black Market, oh no. Just her employer. Appreciative thought she was of the care and experience she'd received from him she decided there was little else she could hang onto here. Surprisingly he had agreed with her view. That was unexpected. Since leaving the care of the one who had more or less become her father she went about finding a new vocation, a new outlet for her skill. Smuggling was still something she could pull off if she wore a disguise in the city, she didn't need to do that in the slums however, since it was a well practiced art there. She decidedly became a 'gun-for-hire- so to speak. A bodyguard in a sense if the money was good enough. She's been proving successful thus far.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Baka
★ AGE: 18
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Nupe
★ RP SAMPLE:
The Dojo hm? Xander had heard the term being tossed around back home by passing trainers and the like. He’d never given much thought to ever visiting the building before but the prospect of training spiked an interest in him. Even going as far as to enter the bustling domain that is Safforn City, he made sure to avoid the well congested streets in favour of the more quaint and bearable side roads. It took longer than it should have to finally reach the dojo but time held no meaning to him. He had all the time in the world.
The young teen stopped at the entrance and slid the doors. Intensely coloured eyes scanning the interior, which was currently swarming with individuals training alongside their Pokemon. Sigh. Just his luck. Then again this was only the inside, he was pretty sure an outdoor training area was mentioned during the little bit of lintel gathering he did, he just had to find it. He scanned the room back and forth before finally noticing a second pair of doors leading out into the back. “That must be it.” He mumbled to himself, moving toward it while keeping a fair distance between him and the other training patrons. He didn’t want to suffer an injury on account of their own stupidity.
He had to admit he was slightly impressed at the state of the outdoor area. Granted there were remnants of old splintered target littering sections of the ground. He assumed the keepers of the building hadn’t gotten around to clearing it all up yet. Grasping Shiva’s pokeball from his belt he gave a half-hearted toss and allowed the Snorunt to materialize before him, greeting him with a happy cry. To which he replied with a nod. “No goofing off today, Shiva.” He said sternly with a hardening stare. Just to make sure the excitable Snorunt got the message and didn’t drift of in a daydream like she tended to.
“We’ll be doing some actual training today so I expect you to pay attention and put effort into it.” The reply he received seemed determined enough and so he went about finding a suitable place to start. Lately and since the beginning of his journey he’d found it hard to believe he’d had Shiva all this time and yet neither of them ever trained. Then again, this venture itself was a pretty spontaneous decision made on his own behalf. He wanted a change of scenery, a chance to do his own thing.
“Hm.” His more popular single syllable reply to most is not all situations. He pointed toward a single target. “Powder Snow.” Needing no further instruction Shiva took a deep breath, beady eyes framed with an expression of complete concentration. She didn’t want to look bad in front of her master, oh no. The little cone always aimed to please in these antics. The freezing temperature in her lungs was released and from her toothy grin emerged what looked like a compressed blizzard, its form reminiscent to that of a beam. Needless to say the icy entourage made contact with its intended victim and succeeded in encasing it within an icy tomb. Even he had to admit it had an eerie sort of beauty, although he pitied whatever being it would be used on.
Shiva, proud of her demonstration was lifted to even higher glee at the sight of a small grin on Xander’s face. He paused and looked at the time on his cell, the odds of his friend calling him soon were in the danger zone. “She can wait a little longer.” Decision made he turned his attention back to his partner. “Let’s try it one more time, on the target next to it.”
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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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