Post by Wintersoul on Jul 19, 2009 14:58:44 GMT -5
Name:
Kailee Feilds
Age:
15
Hair Color:
Very light brown. Gleams red in the summer sun, but it somewhat dulls in the winter. It's pretty long, but mostly kept up in a ponytail with a big white ribbon.
Eye Color:
Dark brown, nearly black.
Other Description:
Kailee's perhaps one of the smallest fifteen-year-olds you'll ever find, standing at around 5'2". Her stature is very slight.
Never in her life has she enjoyed any form of physical labour. Spending much of her time indoors, she's pale, frail, and thin, but her bold personality is more than enough to make up for her tiny self.
Though in her teens, one would probably describe Kailee as very child-like. Her features are soft an innocent, though most of the time she wears a bit of a frown, as if sour with the world for really no reason at all.
If it were up to her, every day the trainer would wear things like frilly blouses and skirts, colored blandly in black, white, and grey. But, since she is traveling, she's been forced to pack shorts and fitted T-shirts, with longer jeans and sweaters for when the weather cools down. However, the color scheme is the same boring greyscale.
Personality:
Truth be told, Kailee has never wanted to be a pokemon trainer. In fact, she thinks pokemon are a waste of time, money, and energy. But, like it or not, she's been forced into being a trainer.
Keilee is continually pouting and complaining about her current position. Trainer-dom wasn't exactly part of her lifelong plan, she'd expected herself to grow up an accomplished buisnesswoman like her mother. Now she's stuck with some smelly pokemon. She's really the kind of girl who'd you'd expect to stamp her foot a lot, and throw a tantrum worthy of a bratty child.
However, if you give her a push, she will dive into a long bragging-spree about how great a trainer she is, and how strong her pokemon are. Of course, this is all just for attention, (which Kailee thrives on,) But one has to think that there may be hope for her pokemon after all. That is, if they're ones really worth bragging about, and can put up with their trainer's constant irritation and incessant complaining.
History:
Kailee's family is somewhat wealthy, albeit not very close. Her mother, as mentioned before, makes most of the money for the family while her father works in some stuffy office job in Hearthome city in Sinnoh, where they lived.
While Kailee still lived there, most of the money that went her way was spent on her education, and not as much on toys and games while she was younger. Private tutors were hired, her bookshelves housed more textbooks then necesary, and at one point she was even sent to a private school in Rustboro, beforeshe was sent back for "unnaceptable behaviour."
It was in that school she was also taught about trainers, co-ordinaters, and pokemon. None of this appealed to Kailee, and she paid more attention to her mathmatics and economics classes then those about pokemon.
By the time she was ten, she was still being tutored and educated in such things. It was also about that time that her mother noticed how many other young children her age were leaving to start on a jeorney of their own with pokemon, while others stayed home. She was quite opposed to the idea of pokemon training, like her daughter.
However, Kailee's father had quite a different view on pokemon. Many of his workmates had children with pokemon- many even had pokemon themselves, having gone on the same jeorney when they were young. He wanted his dear daughter to share that experience.
He couldn't convince his wife to do so untill five years later. By that time, Kailee was feeling cooped up, and bored with her schoolwork. she had no friends to visit, (though it was a large city,) and no siblings. Her father mistook her sulkyness as the need for adventure, and even her mother had to admit that her daughter looked much less content then she used to, and much more antsy.
While all the other kids were still in Sinnoh, her parents wanted her to have the full trainer's experience in a less crowded region. They did there research, and eventually they came across the Jenta region. Immediately they shipped there daughter off.
Keilee's Favorite Pokemon:
She really dislikes most of them. But perhaps a pokemon as pushy and stubborn as she is can set her straight. If anything, she may be content with the normal type.
My Favorite Pokemon, (In order):
^^; Oh lord, um...
Plot Willingness:
Heck yes! I like the plot. A roleplaying site without an evil plot... it's not as fun. (And, to be honest, I think this character might not care either way, so it's fine.)
RP Example:
"'Scuse me! Hello?"
The young girl rapped on the door briskly, a sour look on her face. The sound rang out loudly in the early morning, or so it sounded, the silence of the dawn was so great. She tried again-
Rap-tap-tap...
Again, there was no answer. How long had she been out here, waiting? Her frown stretched into an angry scowl. Such rude people. It may have been early, but was it really too early to not do your job? The girl kicked at the door absentmindedly with one shiny, black shoe. As she did, the door unexpectedly creaked open.
She stared at it, mouth agape now. Would you look at that... they didn't even bother to lock it... that's not smart.
Unsure of what to do know, Kailee's curiosity won over her. She pushed the door gently, and it opened farther, still squeeking madly. You'd think they'd at least take care of the building, oil the doors and all that...
She found herself in a large room, dark as night. Her hand searched for a lightswich on the wall to her right. Her fingers brushed against the plastic switch, and she flipped it on.
Now the room was flushed with light as she shut the door behind her. The walls were blindingly white, not a splotch on them. She mentally took back her earlier thought about not keeping the place properly ta ken care of. There was another door at the opposite wall, but she decided she'd already gone far enough. Around the room were unidentifiable machines, now flashing their small lights since she flipped on the electricity. Apparently they were hooked up to the florescent lights in the tiled celiling. A few of them hummed softly, sounding like sleepy insects.
There were bookshelves too, and quite a few cluttered desks. Well, cluttered at first-glance. She looked again and noticed that the papers that covered them were all ordered in neat little stacks, and the dark monitors of the computers on each desk seemed to stare at her. She hurried farther into the lab.
It was then something gleaming red caught her eye. She turned, immagining the red eyes of some monsterous guard pokemon, ready to pounce and drag her off to who-knew where. Instead, she found herself staring at three pokeballs.
She scowled at them disdainfully, and shivered. Pokeballs were even worse. She had no idea what was in them, unless they were empty. She doubted they were, though. They were all placed carefully into a glass case, each with a tiny white label pasted on the red part. She stepped closer.
CHIKORITA/CHICORITA,
The LEAF pokemon
CYNDAQUIL/HINOARASHI,
The FIRE MOUSE pokemon
TOTODILE/WANINOKO,
The BIG JAW pokemon
She hadn't heard of these pokemon before. (She couldn't even guess what language the second name was in, or if it was even the pokemon's name at all.) But she guessed they must have had some signifigance to the lab, in their glass cast with the velvet bed that the three pokeballs sat on. The container was on a metalic base, with some kind of controll panel on it, with buttons and levers on it. Besideeach ones were words like "Temp," "Nourish," and such. There was one big, round button that Kailee was intersted in.
"OPEN"
She contemplated this for a moment. Would this certain button open the case? Or the pokeballs themselves? If so, would all three pokemon fit in that little space? Once again, Kailee couldn't help herself. She pressed the button hesitantly.
With a click and a whirr, the case opened, to the girl's relief. But now that it was open, what should she do? It seemed there was nothing else she could do. She picked up the first pokeball, and pressed the smaller button on it's round surface, pointing it to the floor...
And I'm gonna stop right there, and let you decide wha happens next. ;D (Mostly because this is a pretty long application, already...)
Kailee Feilds
Age:
15
Hair Color:
Very light brown. Gleams red in the summer sun, but it somewhat dulls in the winter. It's pretty long, but mostly kept up in a ponytail with a big white ribbon.
Eye Color:
Dark brown, nearly black.
Other Description:
Kailee's perhaps one of the smallest fifteen-year-olds you'll ever find, standing at around 5'2". Her stature is very slight.
Never in her life has she enjoyed any form of physical labour. Spending much of her time indoors, she's pale, frail, and thin, but her bold personality is more than enough to make up for her tiny self.
Though in her teens, one would probably describe Kailee as very child-like. Her features are soft an innocent, though most of the time she wears a bit of a frown, as if sour with the world for really no reason at all.
If it were up to her, every day the trainer would wear things like frilly blouses and skirts, colored blandly in black, white, and grey. But, since she is traveling, she's been forced to pack shorts and fitted T-shirts, with longer jeans and sweaters for when the weather cools down. However, the color scheme is the same boring greyscale.
Personality:
Truth be told, Kailee has never wanted to be a pokemon trainer. In fact, she thinks pokemon are a waste of time, money, and energy. But, like it or not, she's been forced into being a trainer.
Keilee is continually pouting and complaining about her current position. Trainer-dom wasn't exactly part of her lifelong plan, she'd expected herself to grow up an accomplished buisnesswoman like her mother. Now she's stuck with some smelly pokemon. She's really the kind of girl who'd you'd expect to stamp her foot a lot, and throw a tantrum worthy of a bratty child.
However, if you give her a push, she will dive into a long bragging-spree about how great a trainer she is, and how strong her pokemon are. Of course, this is all just for attention, (which Kailee thrives on,) But one has to think that there may be hope for her pokemon after all. That is, if they're ones really worth bragging about, and can put up with their trainer's constant irritation and incessant complaining.
History:
Kailee's family is somewhat wealthy, albeit not very close. Her mother, as mentioned before, makes most of the money for the family while her father works in some stuffy office job in Hearthome city in Sinnoh, where they lived.
While Kailee still lived there, most of the money that went her way was spent on her education, and not as much on toys and games while she was younger. Private tutors were hired, her bookshelves housed more textbooks then necesary, and at one point she was even sent to a private school in Rustboro, beforeshe was sent back for "unnaceptable behaviour."
It was in that school she was also taught about trainers, co-ordinaters, and pokemon. None of this appealed to Kailee, and she paid more attention to her mathmatics and economics classes then those about pokemon.
By the time she was ten, she was still being tutored and educated in such things. It was also about that time that her mother noticed how many other young children her age were leaving to start on a jeorney of their own with pokemon, while others stayed home. She was quite opposed to the idea of pokemon training, like her daughter.
However, Kailee's father had quite a different view on pokemon. Many of his workmates had children with pokemon- many even had pokemon themselves, having gone on the same jeorney when they were young. He wanted his dear daughter to share that experience.
He couldn't convince his wife to do so untill five years later. By that time, Kailee was feeling cooped up, and bored with her schoolwork. she had no friends to visit, (though it was a large city,) and no siblings. Her father mistook her sulkyness as the need for adventure, and even her mother had to admit that her daughter looked much less content then she used to, and much more antsy.
While all the other kids were still in Sinnoh, her parents wanted her to have the full trainer's experience in a less crowded region. They did there research, and eventually they came across the Jenta region. Immediately they shipped there daughter off.
Keilee's Favorite Pokemon:
She really dislikes most of them. But perhaps a pokemon as pushy and stubborn as she is can set her straight. If anything, she may be content with the normal type.
My Favorite Pokemon, (In order):
^^; Oh lord, um...
Plot Willingness:
Heck yes! I like the plot. A roleplaying site without an evil plot... it's not as fun. (And, to be honest, I think this character might not care either way, so it's fine.)
RP Example:
"'Scuse me! Hello?"
The young girl rapped on the door briskly, a sour look on her face. The sound rang out loudly in the early morning, or so it sounded, the silence of the dawn was so great. She tried again-
Rap-tap-tap...
Again, there was no answer. How long had she been out here, waiting? Her frown stretched into an angry scowl. Such rude people. It may have been early, but was it really too early to not do your job? The girl kicked at the door absentmindedly with one shiny, black shoe. As she did, the door unexpectedly creaked open.
She stared at it, mouth agape now. Would you look at that... they didn't even bother to lock it... that's not smart.
Unsure of what to do know, Kailee's curiosity won over her. She pushed the door gently, and it opened farther, still squeeking madly. You'd think they'd at least take care of the building, oil the doors and all that...
She found herself in a large room, dark as night. Her hand searched for a lightswich on the wall to her right. Her fingers brushed against the plastic switch, and she flipped it on.
Now the room was flushed with light as she shut the door behind her. The walls were blindingly white, not a splotch on them. She mentally took back her earlier thought about not keeping the place properly ta ken care of. There was another door at the opposite wall, but she decided she'd already gone far enough. Around the room were unidentifiable machines, now flashing their small lights since she flipped on the electricity. Apparently they were hooked up to the florescent lights in the tiled celiling. A few of them hummed softly, sounding like sleepy insects.
There were bookshelves too, and quite a few cluttered desks. Well, cluttered at first-glance. She looked again and noticed that the papers that covered them were all ordered in neat little stacks, and the dark monitors of the computers on each desk seemed to stare at her. She hurried farther into the lab.
It was then something gleaming red caught her eye. She turned, immagining the red eyes of some monsterous guard pokemon, ready to pounce and drag her off to who-knew where. Instead, she found herself staring at three pokeballs.
She scowled at them disdainfully, and shivered. Pokeballs were even worse. She had no idea what was in them, unless they were empty. She doubted they were, though. They were all placed carefully into a glass case, each with a tiny white label pasted on the red part. She stepped closer.
CHIKORITA/CHICORITA,
The LEAF pokemon
CYNDAQUIL/HINOARASHI,
The FIRE MOUSE pokemon
TOTODILE/WANINOKO,
The BIG JAW pokemon
She hadn't heard of these pokemon before. (She couldn't even guess what language the second name was in, or if it was even the pokemon's name at all.) But she guessed they must have had some signifigance to the lab, in their glass cast with the velvet bed that the three pokeballs sat on. The container was on a metalic base, with some kind of controll panel on it, with buttons and levers on it. Besideeach ones were words like "Temp," "Nourish," and such. There was one big, round button that Kailee was intersted in.
"OPEN"
She contemplated this for a moment. Would this certain button open the case? Or the pokeballs themselves? If so, would all three pokemon fit in that little space? Once again, Kailee couldn't help herself. She pressed the button hesitantly.
With a click and a whirr, the case opened, to the girl's relief. But now that it was open, what should she do? It seemed there was nothing else she could do. She picked up the first pokeball, and pressed the smaller button on it's round surface, pointing it to the floor...
And I'm gonna stop right there, and let you decide wha happens next. ;D (Mostly because this is a pretty long application, already...)
