Post by meowmeow on Jul 18, 2012 21:09:21 GMT -8
Full Name: Pveryn Hunt
(pronounced FARE, as in bus fare and -EN as in Entei)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero-
Class: Lass
Starting City: Nuvema Town, as of now
Overall Appearance: Towering at the amazing feat of 5'1", Pveryn stands in fair skin. Lightly and just barely, there are scars, giving her a more natural and almost rustic look. From the top, her face is ordinary but youthful, harboring (almost empty) grey eyes- black at the first glance, exceptionally long eyelashes, nose with a high bridge, and modestly full lips with a somewhat sharp Cupid's bow. Her hair, simple. Long, to upper ribs even, and black like any raven perched precariously on branch that one would see. Her appearance, shrouds her. Like an unfinished clockwork doll, lost.
As plain and uninteresting as Pveryn is, if anything could be said about her, it was old fashioned. Never looking to be a part of any clique' of sorts, but she's best described as being seen as part of the background. Pveryn wears clothes that do not fit the day of netted tights and mini-skirts. If anything, she's seen wearing delicate and soft colored long, pleated chiffon skirts to the ankles. On top, she's fond of wearing off-white, loose knits. And if the days are hot, she'll be seen wearing a sunhat, hiding her face.
Distinguishing Features: Hidden to the eye, on the back of Pveryn's left leg, the calf calf, there lies a random assortment of "spotty" areas that are lighter than the natural skin around it. And on the back of her left arm, it looks as though she's been afflicted with a dark version of what is on the back of my leg. All is usually covered.
Overall Personality: Indifferent about being different, she recognizes her situation. As one who rarely goes out, she takes her time into her own hands. Pveryn is quite the hobbyist, beginning and ending things as she pleases. Although she is gifted with a generous amount of time to spend to her heart's content. The thing she loves to do most is allow herself to be swallowed up into the speculating vastness of nature. To lay there. To think freely there. The dewy grass brushing softly against her cheek as she listens to the sounds carried by the wind. Unfortunately, due to extensive time alone, Pveryn has come to think about things. And then that one thing: Love. What will she do? She knows it's a one time thing, but how will she attain it? Love as well as many other things, Pveryn analyzes everything. Everything. Her mind works quickly and yet, she can stop at a moment's notice and lose herself in thought, trailing on to something beyond the topic of discussion. Further and further away. Having it always been this way, Pveryn is not fond of saddening and drenching rainy days or energy of the scorching hot days either. Her medium is preferably a more temperate setting, mid 60's to low 70's weather, having liked to stay covered up but not uncomfortably warm.
One of Pveryn's strengths is her will, her commitment. Once she is pushed and forced into something, anything, Pveryn will step up to defend herself. Even so, her greatest strength could prove to be a fatal weakness as well: security. It's a human weakness, but for Pveryn more so. If security was to part with her, what is she left with? Pveryn fears that loneliness and darkness that would pull her in if she did not constantly escape, keep herself guarded. Due to past events, she has become paranoid to an extreme extent. Therefore,one of her greatest fears would be being alone in the complete darkness or being alone in urban settings (i.e. empty streets with only light posts revealing the way, even neighborhood-like settings). Because perhaps she may not be alone.... This fear, she believes was not caused by, but triggered through her empty disposition. So Pveryn's hopes is to one day find something to be passionate about. Something that will drive her to stand against the darkness in order to defend it. Something she loves. Though she has done many things to occupy her time, there's been nothing that she has wanted to turn into a living. She wants to find her calling. With the companionship of her Pokemon, Pveryn hopes to achieve this. As of now, she is unfulfilled.
History: In early life, Pveryn has always been the type to be a part of the background she was in and to stay that way. Pveryn had lived to be like any other child, nothing about her stuck out, at the time, nothing made her different. With this, she was fine with it. Living the joyous and fun life of a child, it was all so simple. Life was so simple. Life was this way until she was 10. Life was good until she turned on the television.
When Pveryn was of age, when she was able to vividly form her own thoughts, she used them to protect her. It was her mind that gave way to the intent she held in her heart. Pveryn stopped hanging out with friends, she'd begun looking out at the world grimly. Having been exposed to many of the "varying" personalities that she'd learned existed in the world. The new world she was allegedly pushed into had her landed enlightenment as well as destruction of the purity she should have slowly kept ties with at that early age. That simple image of the world that she had, she no longer had a right to bear it. Pveryn could not sincerely feel that innocence she should have so desperately kept her grip on. The world was no longer flat.
Burdened with the debt left for her to pay, Pveryn had to make ends meet by working odd jobs around time given how she couldn't hold an actual one to save her life. As she worked from hauling bails of hay to weeding in peoples' yards, she was cut, scraped, and given scars- memoirs of the times she had to work for herself, by herself. By 15, Pveryn had learned many skills many kids her age would hardly know where to begin. She had worked hard. However, she had become stale.
It was pizza night. Mom had left to pick it up. Pveryn and her mom were going to laugh, Pveryn and her mom were going to sit at the table and talk about their day. That day, Pveryn's mom was running late. To occupy her time, Pveryn switched on the television. There, on television, was the only person who had ever been there to take care of her, being carried onto a stretcher. In an hour, the home phone rang. Picking it up, Pveryn learned of the situation: A foolish drunkard had T-boned her mother as she was pulling out of parking at the side of the road. Where had he gone? He wasn't at the scene. He even left his car. He must have panicked. Pveryn's mother spent her time in the nearby hospital as a human vegetable for 4 years. After she'd awaken and was released, she was cared for and looked after until she had finally and miraculously fully recovered.
Kids having started their Pokemon adventures at 9 and 10 already while Pveryn juggled jobs to support herself while relatives covered most of the medical expenses. Even after her mother's discharge, her time was always spent by her mom's side. One day, her mother brought the matter up to the table. She knew it was time for her to go. She knew Pveryn had to seize a life of her own. After a month, when all was set and secure, and Pveryn was sure of it, she set left home, reluctantly, but she did. Having closed herself off for so long, Pveryn was finally ready to enter the fantastic world of Pokemon.
RP Sample: After waking from half-sleep state that had entrapped Pveryn for an hour, she arose from the roots of the large oak.
Suddenly, a wild Oddish appeared out from the tall grass!
Having prepared for Pokemon encounters such as these, Pveryn quickly let out her Charmander.
Proud of her type-advantage decision, she could help having a grin make its way onto her face.
"Go Charmander!" Pveryn called out, enthused, "I choose you!"
The wild Oddish came at Pveryn's friend with Tackle, knocking Charmander off its feet.
Slowly repositioning itself, waiting to take heed of my command, he shoots Pveryn a sympathetic glance.
"Okay, Charmander, we can do this... Let's hit it with Ember!"
Nodding, as if he needed to confirm it, Charmander's began to suck up oxygen until chest swelled and he stood completely upright. And without sparing another second, Charmander released his own wave of fire onto the target Pokemon.
The wild Oddish, burned, had already come to near fainting.
It's health slowly dwindling, after the Tackles both Pokemon had batted back and forth to one another.
The Oddish had a fire of its own that Pveryn had come to see in its eyes.
Sparked by its overflowing will to keep fighting, to win, to survive; she was enraptured by it.
She had to make it hers.
A Pokeball was sent flying in its direction, and with a quick blink Oddish was gone.
Whether it had fled or she had successfully caught it, she was anxious to find out. She steadily and carefully approached the lone Pokeball that sat on the grassy ground.
Another smile crept onto Pveryn's face as she tightly gripped the red and white ball
"Welcome to the family"
And with that, she turned to Charmander, arm outstretched with another Pokeball in hand, and whispered a soft "Return"
(pronounced FARE, as in bus fare and -EN as in Entei)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero-
Class: Lass
Starting City: Nuvema Town, as of now
Overall Appearance: Towering at the amazing feat of 5'1", Pveryn stands in fair skin. Lightly and just barely, there are scars, giving her a more natural and almost rustic look. From the top, her face is ordinary but youthful, harboring (almost empty) grey eyes- black at the first glance, exceptionally long eyelashes, nose with a high bridge, and modestly full lips with a somewhat sharp Cupid's bow. Her hair, simple. Long, to upper ribs even, and black like any raven perched precariously on branch that one would see. Her appearance, shrouds her. Like an unfinished clockwork doll, lost.
As plain and uninteresting as Pveryn is, if anything could be said about her, it was old fashioned. Never looking to be a part of any clique' of sorts, but she's best described as being seen as part of the background. Pveryn wears clothes that do not fit the day of netted tights and mini-skirts. If anything, she's seen wearing delicate and soft colored long, pleated chiffon skirts to the ankles. On top, she's fond of wearing off-white, loose knits. And if the days are hot, she'll be seen wearing a sunhat, hiding her face.
Distinguishing Features: Hidden to the eye, on the back of Pveryn's left leg, the calf calf, there lies a random assortment of "spotty" areas that are lighter than the natural skin around it. And on the back of her left arm, it looks as though she's been afflicted with a dark version of what is on the back of my leg. All is usually covered.
Overall Personality: Indifferent about being different, she recognizes her situation. As one who rarely goes out, she takes her time into her own hands. Pveryn is quite the hobbyist, beginning and ending things as she pleases. Although she is gifted with a generous amount of time to spend to her heart's content. The thing she loves to do most is allow herself to be swallowed up into the speculating vastness of nature. To lay there. To think freely there. The dewy grass brushing softly against her cheek as she listens to the sounds carried by the wind. Unfortunately, due to extensive time alone, Pveryn has come to think about things. And then that one thing: Love. What will she do? She knows it's a one time thing, but how will she attain it? Love as well as many other things, Pveryn analyzes everything. Everything. Her mind works quickly and yet, she can stop at a moment's notice and lose herself in thought, trailing on to something beyond the topic of discussion. Further and further away. Having it always been this way, Pveryn is not fond of saddening and drenching rainy days or energy of the scorching hot days either. Her medium is preferably a more temperate setting, mid 60's to low 70's weather, having liked to stay covered up but not uncomfortably warm.
One of Pveryn's strengths is her will, her commitment. Once she is pushed and forced into something, anything, Pveryn will step up to defend herself. Even so, her greatest strength could prove to be a fatal weakness as well: security. It's a human weakness, but for Pveryn more so. If security was to part with her, what is she left with? Pveryn fears that loneliness and darkness that would pull her in if she did not constantly escape, keep herself guarded. Due to past events, she has become paranoid to an extreme extent. Therefore,one of her greatest fears would be being alone in the complete darkness or being alone in urban settings (i.e. empty streets with only light posts revealing the way, even neighborhood-like settings). Because perhaps she may not be alone.... This fear, she believes was not caused by, but triggered through her empty disposition. So Pveryn's hopes is to one day find something to be passionate about. Something that will drive her to stand against the darkness in order to defend it. Something she loves. Though she has done many things to occupy her time, there's been nothing that she has wanted to turn into a living. She wants to find her calling. With the companionship of her Pokemon, Pveryn hopes to achieve this. As of now, she is unfulfilled.
History: In early life, Pveryn has always been the type to be a part of the background she was in and to stay that way. Pveryn had lived to be like any other child, nothing about her stuck out, at the time, nothing made her different. With this, she was fine with it. Living the joyous and fun life of a child, it was all so simple. Life was so simple. Life was this way until she was 10. Life was good until she turned on the television.
When Pveryn was of age, when she was able to vividly form her own thoughts, she used them to protect her. It was her mind that gave way to the intent she held in her heart. Pveryn stopped hanging out with friends, she'd begun looking out at the world grimly. Having been exposed to many of the "varying" personalities that she'd learned existed in the world. The new world she was allegedly pushed into had her landed enlightenment as well as destruction of the purity she should have slowly kept ties with at that early age. That simple image of the world that she had, she no longer had a right to bear it. Pveryn could not sincerely feel that innocence she should have so desperately kept her grip on. The world was no longer flat.
Burdened with the debt left for her to pay, Pveryn had to make ends meet by working odd jobs around time given how she couldn't hold an actual one to save her life. As she worked from hauling bails of hay to weeding in peoples' yards, she was cut, scraped, and given scars- memoirs of the times she had to work for herself, by herself. By 15, Pveryn had learned many skills many kids her age would hardly know where to begin. She had worked hard. However, she had become stale.
It was pizza night. Mom had left to pick it up. Pveryn and her mom were going to laugh, Pveryn and her mom were going to sit at the table and talk about their day. That day, Pveryn's mom was running late. To occupy her time, Pveryn switched on the television. There, on television, was the only person who had ever been there to take care of her, being carried onto a stretcher. In an hour, the home phone rang. Picking it up, Pveryn learned of the situation: A foolish drunkard had T-boned her mother as she was pulling out of parking at the side of the road. Where had he gone? He wasn't at the scene. He even left his car. He must have panicked. Pveryn's mother spent her time in the nearby hospital as a human vegetable for 4 years. After she'd awaken and was released, she was cared for and looked after until she had finally and miraculously fully recovered.
Kids having started their Pokemon adventures at 9 and 10 already while Pveryn juggled jobs to support herself while relatives covered most of the medical expenses. Even after her mother's discharge, her time was always spent by her mom's side. One day, her mother brought the matter up to the table. She knew it was time for her to go. She knew Pveryn had to seize a life of her own. After a month, when all was set and secure, and Pveryn was sure of it, she set left home, reluctantly, but she did. Having closed herself off for so long, Pveryn was finally ready to enter the fantastic world of Pokemon.
RP Sample: After waking from half-sleep state that had entrapped Pveryn for an hour, she arose from the roots of the large oak.
Suddenly, a wild Oddish appeared out from the tall grass!
Having prepared for Pokemon encounters such as these, Pveryn quickly let out her Charmander.
Proud of her type-advantage decision, she could help having a grin make its way onto her face.
"Go Charmander!" Pveryn called out, enthused, "I choose you!"
The wild Oddish came at Pveryn's friend with Tackle, knocking Charmander off its feet.
Slowly repositioning itself, waiting to take heed of my command, he shoots Pveryn a sympathetic glance.
"Okay, Charmander, we can do this... Let's hit it with Ember!"
Nodding, as if he needed to confirm it, Charmander's began to suck up oxygen until chest swelled and he stood completely upright. And without sparing another second, Charmander released his own wave of fire onto the target Pokemon.
The wild Oddish, burned, had already come to near fainting.
It's health slowly dwindling, after the Tackles both Pokemon had batted back and forth to one another.
The Oddish had a fire of its own that Pveryn had come to see in its eyes.
Sparked by its overflowing will to keep fighting, to win, to survive; she was enraptured by it.
She had to make it hers.
A Pokeball was sent flying in its direction, and with a quick blink Oddish was gone.
Whether it had fled or she had successfully caught it, she was anxious to find out. She steadily and carefully approached the lone Pokeball that sat on the grassy ground.
Another smile crept onto Pveryn's face as she tightly gripped the red and white ball
"Welcome to the family"
And with that, she turned to Charmander, arm outstretched with another Pokeball in hand, and whispered a soft "Return"
