Post by Rook on Jun 18, 2009 22:09:09 GMT -7
Name: Desiree Lexas
Alias: Rook
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hometown: Goldenrod City
Money: 1,000
Bag:
Traps, camping supplies(including a sleeping bag, matches, frying pan, bowl, chop sticks, and 2 bottles of clean water), Pokedex, Small cell phone/mini laptop.
Appearance:
Desiree is a young girl of average beauty, bright, emerald green, deep set eyes, long, spiral golden-brown hair, fair skin, and a dash of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her ears are pierced both in 3 places (2 lobe piercings on left and right, cartilage on left, and tragus on right.) Tragus having a silver spike, all others having silver hoops. She is reasonably short, only about 5’3 and medium, well proportioned build (about 120lbs).
Her clothes are comfortable and practical. Normally consisting of a black, tight fit tank top, faded denim low-rise cargo Capri’s, and white tennis shoes with black socks. Her hair is normally pulled half-up, with long bangs. She dislikes logos on clothing, she would rather not be a walking billboard. She also wears a golden watch on her left wrist that is normally about 5 minutes fast.
Personality:
Rook is naturally strong willed and fierce. She doesn’t like the stereotypical girly-girl styles. She is a bit of a tech-bug and loves new technologies. She hates feeling like second-best in anything and would sooner die then be accused of being second-rate. Due to her tom-boyishness, she has a bit of an attitude [and Under-statement of the year goes to….].
Because of Rook’s attitude, she is used to getting in fights and refuses to be the victim or be bullied. In all actuality, she is more likely to have a reputation of being a bully. She often views others weaker than her as a way to step up to a higher level of acceptance.
She thinks her real name is too girly so she works and trains under the name Rook; the only peice on the chessboard that attacks straight forward and doesn't "beat around the bush" in her opinion. Nothing stands in it's way.
Pokemon:
[(Ty) Male]
Level:
15
Move List:
- Tackle
- Frustration (TM)
- Bulk Up (TM)
Pokemon Personality:
Ty is a typical Tyrogue. Stubborn, focused only on training and getting stronger, and he lets nothing distract him. When Rook found him he was scrawny and all skin and bones. But he was shadow boxing and training on his own to defend his territory from hostile pokemon. His strong will and cold exterior make him empathize with most of Rook’s commands. However he does not feel the need for any sort of care and will still try to refuse food if he feels so obligated. He does not wish to think that he needs Rook, but rather than she needs him as her strength.
Pokemon:
[(Tytania) Female]
Level:
9
Move List:
- Bullet Punch
- Quick Attack
- Leer
- Focus Energy
- Pursuit
Pokemon Personality:
Tytania is a mother figure to heart. She doesn’t much like fighting, but she dislikes having Rook angry at her and she doesn’t know how else to refuse. She was meant for a solid foundation and a home without having to move around. Rook, being her polar opposite, finds her difficult to empathize with and their teamwork is not strong. Typically Tytania will do what Rook wants but not as fast as she could with her lighting reflexes because of the turmoil in their relationship, leading to more friction if things turn out wrong.
History:
Rook grew up in Goldenrod City. The crowds, the busy buzz of the afternoon rush, the way nothing was that same two days in a row. That was nothing new to her. Family? Oh! The groups of people who tend to look alike. They travel in groups during tourist season. That’s all Rook really knows about them. She was raised in a tiny female orphanage and preschool. She had been there for as long as her memory allowed her to know.
The other children in this orphanage, most were far younger than she, were adopted quickly. Rook didn’t know much about companionship. Rather, she spent her time bullying the other kids and reading when really bored. Until she had gotten old enough to wander the City on her own, she hadn’t really cared about having friends or companions.
Her strong outer shell is to defend the small child inside her. She feels abandoned by her parents, who supposedly left her on the doorstep when she was about two. Living in an orphanage, any relationships she had were broken up by parents, which caused an overall mistrust of adults in general. But to protect herself from pain she withdrew from the other kids because they didn’t have the power to fight the adults. She grew up very lonely and isolated.
The first time she was able to wonder the city, instructed to go straight to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine and to return immediately, she passed the pokemon daycare and some people training pokemon outside it’s gates. “Trainers” is how they referred to themselves. They seemed happy with their training and being free and having these pokemon companions. She decided she wanted to do that someday, too.
Her dream only intensified when she discovered that pokemon trainers were able to leave home early to begin their training. She talked it over with the caretakers of the orphanage, the headmaster and mistress, and got the ok to start her training, but of course, nothing was that easy. They told her that she would have to find a way to finance her training on her own.
The year of her thirteenth birthday, on children’s day, a few trainers had come to the orphanage to show their stuff. They all had strange badges on their vests. They turned out to be scouts from a company that monopolized Pokemon Services, such as grooming products and services and public services using pokemon as a bio-friendly alternative to hyped up and pollution causing mass transport.
Tristan, an older orphan, talked Rook into becoming part of the company. It offered money and privileges that being a normal trainer didn’t. She would be a hired footman. Rook didn’t mind that as she’d pretty much been raised under the same statutes that were being offered her. Room and board for return services. Only the services were no longer cleaning the gutters and scrubbing the toilets. It was going to be something she much more enjoyed. Capturing Pokemon.
Ty was Rook’s first pokemon, caught just out side of Goldenrod in the Junkyard.. Rook had set a string trap, expecting some small bug pokemon, probably some Caterpie. However discovered this very lost Tyrogue tangled in her net. He had been incredibly malnourished and cranky. After much turmoil to convince *coughthreatencough* him to calm down and eat, Rook nursed him back to health in a few days and Ty now repays his debt to her by training along side her, but feels no loyalty to her.
Tytania was found outside the Riverson Complex; a weird castle like structure that creeped her out so much she didn’t go near it. Out on the meadow in a grassy field, it was defending some form of nest. Rook, infatuated with the Scizor’s show of strength, was determined to capture her. She sent Ty to wrangle the Scizor and after a long dreadful battle, the Scizor was too exhausted to continue and was captured. The nest Tytania had been guarding was destroyed in the fight. This is the battle Cyprus witnessed that burned into her what training was.
Rook has gotten some strange requests from her superiors but takes the attitude that she doesn’t ask questions so long as her bank account continues to receive the funds promised. However she does find it strange that no one from the company ever actually comes to CHECK on her progress with plans and only accepts her written in reports. However, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it.
Roleplay Example: “Stupid requests!” Rook mumbled as she held her nose, inching closer to the junkyard where she had set her string traps the night before when the sun had set. The sun was now high in the sky, casting hot rays down on the earth below, baking the clay in the ground. “Not only does it have to be scorching, is smells putrid out here! Like something died!” Rook complained quietly to herself as she reached the rusty gate of the junk yard.
Her quest had been to help get rid of the caterpie near the fields on the edge of Goldenrod City. Rook had figured what better place to find bug pokemon than in a smelly junkyard. Their should be swarms of them. “This had better pay well.” She continued to gripe as she opened the creaking gate and stepped inside, locating her trap.
A weak, moaning noise coming from behind the pile she had placed her trap behind. ‘My trap…?” she mumbled quietly as she went to investigate. Sure enough, in the string strap she had set, dangling from an protruding pipe, Struggling with the trap, was skinny, half-starved, Tyrogue. He must have been lost. It wasn’t everyday you found a Tyrogue so close to the city.
Rook took a step closer to the trap and the struggling pokemon. As soon as the Tyrogue noticed her, he freaked out. She struggled harder, thrashed around, enough possibly to hurt himself. Rook couldn’t get any closer to him.
“Calm Down!” She instructed him harshly, wondering how he ended up in the trap. Had he truly been that starved? The pokemon ignored her advice. She tried a different approach to the matter. “Are you hungry?” She asked, pulling her bag from her shoulder and pulling out a handful of poké-food. The pokemon began to slow his thrashing about. “If you want down, and to eat, you have to calm down. If you don’t, I’ll just leave you. If you keep causing a fuss, you’ll hurt yourself.” she instructed, a bit unsympathetically. However, despite her lack of politeness, he complied with little more that a sighed “Tyyyyy.”
Alias: Rook
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hometown: Goldenrod City
Money: 1,000
Bag:
Traps, camping supplies(including a sleeping bag, matches, frying pan, bowl, chop sticks, and 2 bottles of clean water), Pokedex, Small cell phone/mini laptop.
Appearance:
Desiree is a young girl of average beauty, bright, emerald green, deep set eyes, long, spiral golden-brown hair, fair skin, and a dash of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her ears are pierced both in 3 places (2 lobe piercings on left and right, cartilage on left, and tragus on right.) Tragus having a silver spike, all others having silver hoops. She is reasonably short, only about 5’3 and medium, well proportioned build (about 120lbs).
Her clothes are comfortable and practical. Normally consisting of a black, tight fit tank top, faded denim low-rise cargo Capri’s, and white tennis shoes with black socks. Her hair is normally pulled half-up, with long bangs. She dislikes logos on clothing, she would rather not be a walking billboard. She also wears a golden watch on her left wrist that is normally about 5 minutes fast.
Personality:
Rook is naturally strong willed and fierce. She doesn’t like the stereotypical girly-girl styles. She is a bit of a tech-bug and loves new technologies. She hates feeling like second-best in anything and would sooner die then be accused of being second-rate. Due to her tom-boyishness, she has a bit of an attitude [and Under-statement of the year goes to….].
Because of Rook’s attitude, she is used to getting in fights and refuses to be the victim or be bullied. In all actuality, she is more likely to have a reputation of being a bully. She often views others weaker than her as a way to step up to a higher level of acceptance.
She thinks her real name is too girly so she works and trains under the name Rook; the only peice on the chessboard that attacks straight forward and doesn't "beat around the bush" in her opinion. Nothing stands in it's way.
Pokemon:
[(Ty) Male]Level:
15
Move List:
- Tackle
- Frustration (TM)
- Bulk Up (TM)
Pokemon Personality:
Ty is a typical Tyrogue. Stubborn, focused only on training and getting stronger, and he lets nothing distract him. When Rook found him he was scrawny and all skin and bones. But he was shadow boxing and training on his own to defend his territory from hostile pokemon. His strong will and cold exterior make him empathize with most of Rook’s commands. However he does not feel the need for any sort of care and will still try to refuse food if he feels so obligated. He does not wish to think that he needs Rook, but rather than she needs him as her strength.
Pokemon:
[(Tytania) Female]Level:
9
Move List:
- Bullet Punch
- Quick Attack
- Leer
- Focus Energy
- Pursuit
Pokemon Personality:
Tytania is a mother figure to heart. She doesn’t much like fighting, but she dislikes having Rook angry at her and she doesn’t know how else to refuse. She was meant for a solid foundation and a home without having to move around. Rook, being her polar opposite, finds her difficult to empathize with and their teamwork is not strong. Typically Tytania will do what Rook wants but not as fast as she could with her lighting reflexes because of the turmoil in their relationship, leading to more friction if things turn out wrong.
History:
Rook grew up in Goldenrod City. The crowds, the busy buzz of the afternoon rush, the way nothing was that same two days in a row. That was nothing new to her. Family? Oh! The groups of people who tend to look alike. They travel in groups during tourist season. That’s all Rook really knows about them. She was raised in a tiny female orphanage and preschool. She had been there for as long as her memory allowed her to know.
The other children in this orphanage, most were far younger than she, were adopted quickly. Rook didn’t know much about companionship. Rather, she spent her time bullying the other kids and reading when really bored. Until she had gotten old enough to wander the City on her own, she hadn’t really cared about having friends or companions.
Her strong outer shell is to defend the small child inside her. She feels abandoned by her parents, who supposedly left her on the doorstep when she was about two. Living in an orphanage, any relationships she had were broken up by parents, which caused an overall mistrust of adults in general. But to protect herself from pain she withdrew from the other kids because they didn’t have the power to fight the adults. She grew up very lonely and isolated.
The first time she was able to wonder the city, instructed to go straight to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine and to return immediately, she passed the pokemon daycare and some people training pokemon outside it’s gates. “Trainers” is how they referred to themselves. They seemed happy with their training and being free and having these pokemon companions. She decided she wanted to do that someday, too.
Her dream only intensified when she discovered that pokemon trainers were able to leave home early to begin their training. She talked it over with the caretakers of the orphanage, the headmaster and mistress, and got the ok to start her training, but of course, nothing was that easy. They told her that she would have to find a way to finance her training on her own.
The year of her thirteenth birthday, on children’s day, a few trainers had come to the orphanage to show their stuff. They all had strange badges on their vests. They turned out to be scouts from a company that monopolized Pokemon Services, such as grooming products and services and public services using pokemon as a bio-friendly alternative to hyped up and pollution causing mass transport.
Tristan, an older orphan, talked Rook into becoming part of the company. It offered money and privileges that being a normal trainer didn’t. She would be a hired footman. Rook didn’t mind that as she’d pretty much been raised under the same statutes that were being offered her. Room and board for return services. Only the services were no longer cleaning the gutters and scrubbing the toilets. It was going to be something she much more enjoyed. Capturing Pokemon.
Ty was Rook’s first pokemon, caught just out side of Goldenrod in the Junkyard.. Rook had set a string trap, expecting some small bug pokemon, probably some Caterpie. However discovered this very lost Tyrogue tangled in her net. He had been incredibly malnourished and cranky. After much turmoil to convince *coughthreatencough* him to calm down and eat, Rook nursed him back to health in a few days and Ty now repays his debt to her by training along side her, but feels no loyalty to her.
Tytania was found outside the Riverson Complex; a weird castle like structure that creeped her out so much she didn’t go near it. Out on the meadow in a grassy field, it was defending some form of nest. Rook, infatuated with the Scizor’s show of strength, was determined to capture her. She sent Ty to wrangle the Scizor and after a long dreadful battle, the Scizor was too exhausted to continue and was captured. The nest Tytania had been guarding was destroyed in the fight. This is the battle Cyprus witnessed that burned into her what training was.
Rook has gotten some strange requests from her superiors but takes the attitude that she doesn’t ask questions so long as her bank account continues to receive the funds promised. However she does find it strange that no one from the company ever actually comes to CHECK on her progress with plans and only accepts her written in reports. However, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it.
Roleplay Example: “Stupid requests!” Rook mumbled as she held her nose, inching closer to the junkyard where she had set her string traps the night before when the sun had set. The sun was now high in the sky, casting hot rays down on the earth below, baking the clay in the ground. “Not only does it have to be scorching, is smells putrid out here! Like something died!” Rook complained quietly to herself as she reached the rusty gate of the junk yard.
Her quest had been to help get rid of the caterpie near the fields on the edge of Goldenrod City. Rook had figured what better place to find bug pokemon than in a smelly junkyard. Their should be swarms of them. “This had better pay well.” She continued to gripe as she opened the creaking gate and stepped inside, locating her trap.
A weak, moaning noise coming from behind the pile she had placed her trap behind. ‘My trap…?” she mumbled quietly as she went to investigate. Sure enough, in the string strap she had set, dangling from an protruding pipe, Struggling with the trap, was skinny, half-starved, Tyrogue. He must have been lost. It wasn’t everyday you found a Tyrogue so close to the city.
Rook took a step closer to the trap and the struggling pokemon. As soon as the Tyrogue noticed her, he freaked out. She struggled harder, thrashed around, enough possibly to hurt himself. Rook couldn’t get any closer to him.
“Calm Down!” She instructed him harshly, wondering how he ended up in the trap. Had he truly been that starved? The pokemon ignored her advice. She tried a different approach to the matter. “Are you hungry?” She asked, pulling her bag from her shoulder and pulling out a handful of poké-food. The pokemon began to slow his thrashing about. “If you want down, and to eat, you have to calm down. If you don’t, I’ll just leave you. If you keep causing a fuss, you’ll hurt yourself.” she instructed, a bit unsympathetically. However, despite her lack of politeness, he complied with little more that a sighed “Tyyyyy.”
