Post by MARIE TESSIER on Dec 9, 2010 16:07:37 GMT -5
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♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]FULL NAME. Marie Tessier[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. Marie, Tesser, Tess, E
AGE. Nineteen
BIRTHDATE. June Twelfth
GENDER. Female
SEXUALITY. Heterosexual
TRAINER CLASS. Team Anion Grunt
- ORIGINAL
FACE CLAIM:VOLACOID
[b]HATSUNE MIKU[/b] – [i]marie tessier[/i]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY.[/b]
Marie is not wholly and utterly a bad person. No matter what else is said about her. Misguided, perhaps, but not bad. On the surface she's a kind, happy teenager on the edge of adulthood that still hasn't grown out of squealing at every new and cute pokémon she finds. A child in everything but body. Still eager and fickle enough to jump from one favourite thing to another after only a few days there's nothing that can hold this sort of enthusiasm in. Everything holds some sort of value for her, some source of amusement and excitement. She's the kid that was still playing castle with a cardboard box when the others had gotten board with it. Everything is happy, everything is good, nothing is actually bad – and this includes people. No matter what is said about it or what it does she will believe it's good (saying that, there's a good chance that if you try to kill her or the people she loves she's not going to think they're all there in the head, but there's still something good down there, right?).
Which means she kind of comes across as a little stupid. And that's being polite. True, she doesn't grasp ideas as quickly as most do (coloured mind maps they always said would help, so she carries a packet of crayons around with her) but she tries her best and she's an excellent trainer. While other people may be realising that certain types are super effective against this and the E = mc2 she's evaluating the battle field and trying to anticipate how thins can be used to her advantage. Without even thinking about it. A natural tactician, you might say...Unless she gets distracted or something shiny wanders across the field. If only she had some sort of attention span and a head for ordering people around and she might actually stand a chance in making it somewhere in Team Anion. As it is she's the dog they send in when they wanted something done. While she might not be making plans to raid pokémon centres she's certainly good enough at following the orders they give her to raid the pokémon centre.
She's the child that played with the cardboard box when everyone else had gotten board. No one can stay a social butterfly when they're coming into school with bunches and a plastic lunch box. Marie is used to being left out of things. When the other children were choosing people for sports teams she was probably chasing a Caterpie to give it a hug. Okay when it came to track sports but not much good for anything else. They thought she was weird and she thought they just needed a hug. Not exactly a point for arranging some sort of peace with the other side. She knows people find her strange and she tries to compensate with people even kinder. Which only serves to make her even stranger. It's an endless circle and she can't see the end of it.
Unfortunately to add to her boundless enthusiasm and energy she has a bit of a habit for violence. Not the sort of violence that involves a knife and a lot of blood but the kind that comes form not knowing it was violence in the first place. When she's upset she kicks people in the shins, when she's trying to make a point she slaps people. People she doesn't like generally get a kick to the ankles too and that's for no reason at all. Half the time she doesn't even realise it and because she sees no problem with it she doesn't make any apology for it. So when she sees other people beating the seven hells out of each other she sees no problem in that either. It's a bit much to hit a pokémon of course but that's only because they hit each other so often it's really not fair to start hitting them.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION.
Naturally willowy at five foot three inches with a figure that lends itself to short skirts and lacy tops. Something she takes full advantage of. Bright colours and whites are her main themes, with a bit of black thrown in because a girl has to have a bit of black in there somewhere, and virtually nothing mature in there but for a few sombre knitted pullovers. Nothing is practical, nothing is mature and if she can avoid it she doesn't wear the black she has. Most of the time she makes sure that her ribbons and outfit match. Which means array of the brightly coloured strips of fabric. So everything matches the bright hair and the bright eyes and the spring in her step.
● Sushi – or rather picking the fish out of them and eating the rest kind of sushi
● Long journeys – so much so see, so much to do
● Sweet necklaces – you know, the ones you hang around your neck and can eat? She loves them
● People watching – it's just so interesting!
● Cute things – it just depends on how you define cute
DISLIKES.
● Water pokémon – they're always usually fish shaped...
● Fish – it's just icky
● Meanies!
● Alcohol in any shape or form – it burns her throat and makes her eyes water
● Rain – too wet, too dark, too grey
GOALS.
● Help Team Anion
FEARS.
● Drowning – or anything else that ends with suffocation. She hates the feeling of not being able to breather properly.
SECRETS.
● She has a crush on Team Anion's leader (whom she has glanced at in passing no more than twice)
HISTORY.
Born and raised in Ooku town until she was about ten, it's probably as good a reason as any for why she is like she is. Her mother had always been a trainer, one who'd given up on her dream of defeating the league to settle down with a nice man and raise a family. Truth be told she never really wanted to do so in Ooku at all. It was a chance encounter when she went to face the Gym Leader there. He was kind, showing her the way and helping her to the pokémon centre when she was tossed aside. She left, then came back a few years later with the idea to see if he was still interested in her. Curiosity more than actual like. But they got along well enough and as people who think they're suited to each other do they settled down and were married.
There were two brothers before Marie came along. It was the second of those brothers that caused the rift between the two of them. Her mother regretted settling down, especially in a place like Ooku, and her father was set against the idea of them leaving. They argued, they fought, what started off as a peaceful family that brought her bright yellow wellies and took her splashing in puddles became a house where the parents ignored their children because they were too busy ramming each other's faults down their throats. Not that Marie minded and neither did her brothers. They reigned over the house. Brothers are known for being a bit rough and tumble and Marie just sort of...got dragged along for the ride. When they fought she fought with them and her mother was never there to tell her not to. For all her bright colours she came back from playing covered in more mud than her mother ever knew how to deal with. Scrape knees, grazed knuckles, a broken finger more than once, she had a childhood most boys could claim to have had as well.
Until she was ten. Her parents split up, her father got custody of her brothers and her moth got custody of her. The two of them moved to Itosugi, different last names and a different school. She never really got used to the change. Still she came back with scraped knees and grazed knuckles and her mother never told her off for it. She began to live the spoiled life where her mother tried to make up for ignoring her before. Marie wasn't really interested in her mother making up for lost time. She was interested in running around with the boys and catching the Rattata that crawled around behind the bins. How she ever managed to stay girly is beyond her mother. Pokémon held more amusement for her than shopping or clothes ever did, something her mother was always keen to nurture.
She was given her first pokémon when she was ten, a Milktank she named Sophia, and from then on she went from strength to strength. Where she failed at school she found solace in her pokémon. She never really went out for her own 'adventure', never tackled the gyms, just trained the pokémon she had and caught along the way. When she'd had her fun she made her way back to Itosugi. Not to her mother, she figures she can get well enough along on her own. She managed to buy a small apartment, find a job as a waitress and get started. She still trained her pokémon in her spare time, it'd be simply cruel to let them get out of shape. Things were good for her. She'd never been more happy to let her life take the path it was going along. Everything was fantastic. She was eating something different all the time (most of it takeaways) and meeting new people and her team and her were becoming such good friends!
Then she got bored. Marie just...got bored. She looked for a new job, a new apartment, everything, and it was only by some fluke – some miracle – that she landed a job as a secretary at Anion Technologies. They said it was her cheery demeanour. All that mattered was that she had to learn how to type and answer the phone properly by Monday or she'd be fired. It's really a lot harder than most people make it out to be. She managed to tackle the phone...The business with the typing came a bit later. When the company started to dabble into the extreme she followed along like a puppy. More because it was something to do than because she believes in the cause. Who knows if she actually knows the cause. She's willing, though! Willing to do anything they want.
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♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. Nessa[/size][/color]
EXPERIENCE. Three or four years
OTHER CHARACTERS. None
MEMBER TITLE.
CONTACT INFORMATION. Pm, please
OTHER INFORMATION.
SECRET PHRASE.
what is professor oak's grandson's name? anything goes, as long as it ends with 'oak.'
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
Felix was, no matter how had you tried to get around it, the equivalent of a cart horse with a bad temper. An ugly cart horse. Just top heavy enough to make riding him a fight to keep him under control and with legs that are too skinny and too long for the body and the hooves. Even Safir hated to admit he wasn't exactly the best war horse money could by and Safir loved the animal when it hadn't done something too bad. Of course the thing was happy with stamping hooves into uncomfortable place, happy with plowing through the enemy like they were nothing but paper dolls - which was all he was bloody good for most of the time. The animal was a brute and a bastard and of a bloodline so cross-bred and inbred it was a wonder the thing was still alive. No, now he might have been a little harsh. He wasn't cross-bred, just inbred. And Safir let him get away with far too much. Like the time he'd bit the blacksmith and shoved one of the stable hands against the wall because a mare had walked past. He wasn't even a stallion! Just a gelding. One, it seemed, that had been gelded far too late.
Safir wheezed curses at the horse who didn't do so much as flick an ear at him. The stupid animal! Just when they were starting to get along he went and did something that stupid...Stupid creature! at the moment that was putting it rather mildly compared to what was coming out of Safir's mouth. He'd tossed him. Just when he knew that Safir'd be relaxing his grip on the reigns he'd lunged and bucked. Which had led to him falling face first into the ground and stomach first into a sticking out root. Needless to say Safir wasn't exactly the happiest man in the world. He groaned, pushing himself to his elbows because that was all he could really manage at the moment. His head was ringing, his body ached, he felt like someone had continuously punched him in the stomach. All because a nice ride through the woods had seemed like a good idea.
"Get...back 'ere," he wheezed, "Now!...Please." Even if the horse was a pain in his behind he wasn't going to suddenly forget all his manners. Besides, with a horse that he was sure could understand more than he let on a little please and thank you might go further than the curses and a boot to the ribs...Though Felix was going to get a boot to the ribs when he got back on. Which the animal probably understood because he didn't move a muscle. This was fantastic. He was in the middle of the forest and if the horse wouldn't come to him he'd have to go to it and that meant moving. Which hurt. Terribly. A few more strangled curses and winces and Safir was at least sitting. Well. That hadn't been too bad. Now he just needed to get standing. He swallowed the curses this time. He thrashed about for a moment, pulling the scabbard he kept permanently at his side to his lap. Now he had a sort of walking stick. That wasn't so bad. Was it?
"I swear to you," Safir said flatly, gritting his teeth, "You're not getting a rub down when we get back." Felix just snorted, ears flicking. Of course he'd get one when they got back, though. Safir could stay mad at people for weeks but his horse? No. The brute was just an animal. They didn't exactly have the same understanding of the world as people did. They were less aware (though he was seriously rethinking that idea) of their actions than people were. He breathed in deeply. Humans had spent eons walking and standing upright. They were design for it. Didn't stop him from snarling when he did get to his feet. Visibly paling when he straight he leant on his sword like it was a lifeline, cursing even more as it sank into the ground. Nothing broken just severely bruised...Maybe a sprained ankle and a pulled muscle, winded obviously, but he'd be fine after a good soak. With a good book...And wine. Lots of wine.
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
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