Post by FLORETTE MANNING on Dec 13, 2010 22:33:18 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. Florette Lee Manning[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. Flo
AGE. Twenty three
BIRTHDATE. November 13th
GENDER. Female
SEXUALITY. Hetero
TRAINER CLASS. Grass Gym Leader.
- CANON.
FACE CLAIM:KINGDOM HEARTS II
[b]NAMINE[/b] - [i]florette lee manning[/i]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY.[/b]
Florette is one of the most honest people you will ever meet. Brutally so. She'll never tell you a lie or sugar coat something to make you feel better. Some may see this as a negative trait, but to her it makes her better. Along with her honesty, she is simple and easy to please. She has a deep seated respect for everyone she meets, and even if they wrong her - she is quick to forgive. Her voice is gentle and soothing, and she'll never cuss. The worst she'll say is 'Psyduck' in place of a certain word that rhymes with that, or use Arceus' name in vain. Even with her inexperience in battling she seems to have picked it up rather quickly, in no means is she some sort of prodigy, but she still seems to have talent.
Despite her easy going and calm demeanor, she'll turn like a switch if you push her too far. She'll go so far as to slap you across the face. But as soon as she's done, she's all smiles again. Perhaps bipolar. Perhaps not. However, she doesn't trust very easily. She's incredibly secretive about her past. Her honesty has gotten her in trouble many times and will probably continue to due so until her later years. She tends to be a little immature sometimes, getting over excited and jumpy over the smallest things. She tends to be a little bit rash and doesn't think everything through.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION.
Florette is what you would call, traditionally pretty. She's about five foot four so she's not all that tall. Her hair is a little past her shoulder and a pale blond that causes her deep blue eyes to stand out. She has a small frame, elegant and swan like. Her skin is pale just like her hair. Her voice is light and warm like honey, though when she's angry poison drips off every syllable. And when she yells she gets a high pitched squeak at the end of the occasional word. Her touch and step are delicate and she walks like she's on air. And when she battles it's in an almost dancing fashion, she twirls and moves her arms like a ballerina. In all honesty, she'd probably be better suited for contests.
As for her fashion sense, it's odd. Though she normally wears a simple white dress with her hair over one side of her neck just past her shoulder. Occasionally she will wear a grey sweater with a black skirt. When she's working out in the garden she wears a pair of men's sweatpants and a loose fitting tee and ties her hair up in a mess of a bun.
Grass types. Poison types. Singing. Dancing. Drawing/coloring. Walking through the forest. The beach. Flowers. Planting. Berries. Making friends. Pokemon, in general. Lemonade.DISLIKES.
Most fire types. Eating meat. Her biological mother. Arrogant people. Scary looking Pokemon. People who wear all black. Ignorance.GOALS.
Become a better person. Become a talented trainer.FEARS.
Legendaries. Charizards. Drunk people and people on drugs. Her mother. Large Pokemon. Death.SECRETS.I had hobbies here for some reason.
Biological mother is a drug addict. She is a rape baby.
HISTORY.
Born to her mother Renae, who was once a happy and sweet person. However, she was raped and thus became very depressed. She made her mother take care of Florette until she was five, not even wanting to be around her own child. When she was five she moved in with her mother, she was so happy to be with her mother again. Her mother was doing better and was happy. Her mom gave her sunflower seeds and she began the start of her garden. When she was seven her mom started using drugs again and ended up as an in patient. Giving the poor child a fear of drugs, and alcohol due to the others in the rehab. Florette's grandmother moved into their house. Florette continued to take care of the garden, feeling at one with nature even at a young age. Won first prize at a local fair for her flowers at twelve. Her mom still wasn't around and she stated to think of her grandmother as her mother. At thirteen Florette began to gain interest in Pokemon as they, mostly grass types, found her garden to be a suitable home. Florette befriended a sweet Bulbasaur and a timid Sentret. They were her only real friends for a very long time. She spent almost everyday outside playing with them. Eventually they stopped coming around and Florette grew depressed, though not as badly as her mother. She wanted nothing more than to find them. She decided to become a Pokemon trainer and go on a journey to find them. She suspects Team Rocket stole them away.
Florette eventually became reunited with the Bulbasaur a year or so later. She returned him home where he now lives with her Grandmother since she is not there herself. The first Pokemon that truly became hers was Flint. A Shikijika in a forest near her home. She easily befriended the small deer and they became travelling companions. Shortly after Flint evolved they were travelling in the mountains. They encountered a trainer with one Pokemon. Florette figured it would be a cake walk and they settled on a one on one battle. Florette had two other Pokemon with her at the time but chose Flint. The other Pokemon was a Charizard. He nearly obliterated poor Flint and after her defeat, the opposing trainer made fun of her 'pathetic vegetable.' Florette sat with the deer like Pokemon until he was well enough to stand. Ever since then she has had a fear of the large orange reptile.
Not too long after that, Florette came to a city with a great library. She sat in on some readings, mostly about legendaries. She had thought of Charizard as huge, so hearing about these enormous Pokemon sent a chill down her spine. Huge Pokemon make her rather uneasy and when she encounters them she can hardly focus. Which is why today, her gym is smaller than average as if to keep them away.
Florette finished her team and wanted to challenge another grass trainer. She couldn't find any only grass trainers so she journeyed to a grass type gym. The leader was an older gentleman with a thick accent and a kind face. Though he was brutal in battle. She was nineteen by this time. Despite being much less experienced than he was, she won easily. The man was impressed with her strength, and because she was also a grass trainer he asked her to train with him. On her twentieth birthday the man retired and left the gym in the hands of Florette.
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{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. Starfruit[/b] She chimed in a friendly manner. Her parents had kept her shielded from humans all her life. She had seen them before, but had never seen them catch a Pokemon or do anything bad. She had seen them with Pokemon, who always seemed so happy. She didn't fear this human, but should she have?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
EXPERIENCE. Ten years
OTHER CHARACTERS. None
MEMBER TITLE. FEAR THE ARCEUS
CONTACT INFORMATION. Aim - yeahimsirius
OTHER INFORMATION.
SECRET PHRASE. ARCEUS OAK, LAWL.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
Recycled from a mod post, hope you don't mind.The sun was beginning to disappear behind the trees and the moon cast an eerie light through the forest. The branches crisscrossed, melting together, like a ceiling of sorts for the forest. The moon cast the strange glow through branches creating a line pattern on the earth's floor. It almost seemed like a jail. The woods were slightly quiet, the low hum of the occasional sleeping bug could be heard. But for the most part, it was soothingly quiet.
Amongst the humming of bug types, and the gentle snore of the others was the hooting sound of an occasional Noctowl. At night they were the kings and queens of the forest. They were regal creatures, with large wings and pointed feathers. The two most powerful Noctowl in the forest were sitting in a low branch of the tallest tree. (Which even as the lowest, was still higher than some of the trees.) The first Noctowl, the male, was the oldest of all the ones in the forest. His feathers were tipped in grey from age but his wise expression was still unfaltering. When he hooted, it was deep rumbling sound, almost like thunder. There were a few cuts and gashes on his wings from fights. But he had always come out the victor.
Beside him, a slightly younger Noctowl. She was more feminine in the looks. Her body was narrower, the feathered horns on her head thinner and more pointed. She hooted far more often than he did, and it was a lulling melody that almost seemed to put you to sleep. But they were not alone. Next to the female, at the edge of the branch, sat a Hoothoot. She was small and chubby, with brilliant red eyes. Her tiny wings were folded awkwardly at her side. The older female looked over and gave a reassuring hoot.
It was time for her to leave home. Or at least leave the sanctuary of being at her parents' sides. She was too old to continue to stay among them. She could stay in the gathering of them. But she couldn't continue to hide in their shadows. She gave a sad hoot and flapped her wings. She lifted off and disappeared from her parents view. All this time her father had no reacted until she was gone and he dipped his beak downward.
She flapped for what seemed like hours until she was exhausted. She touched down, her clawed feet connecting with the cold ground. There wasn't much snow here, the roof canopy blocked it. But the ground was still cold. The Hoothoot hissed through a clenched beak. The sound of a human made her turn her rotund body to find the source of the noise. A trainer and his small green creature. While the Hoothoot was getting older, she had never left the forest -- therefore, this creature was completely new to her.
"Hooo, hooo."
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