Jillian Blaqkwood

[jillian]

The Player:

OOC Account: schadenfreude ...
Age: Old enough to drive, how about that?
Activity Level: Fairly active
Other Characters: N/A

Basic Character Information:

Name: Jillian B. Blaqkwood
Alias: Egghead, Nerd, 'Hey, you', Pinky, shortstuff
Gender: Female
Age: "17-going-on-18"
Allegiance: Neutral (or rather Apathetic)
Position: N/A
Species: Homosapien
Sexuality: Straight


Hobbies:

• Reading
  
• Studying
  
• Cooking (she's horrible at it, though)
  

Likes:

• Folklore/Urban Myths
  
• Books
  
• Music
  
• Rain or mild sunny days.
  
• Studying by herself (she doesn't like a lot of things...)
  
• Ghost, Dark and the occasional Psychic pokemon ONLY (associates with her love of folklore).
  

Dislikes:

• POKEMON IN GENERAL. Or rather, they scare her witless.
  
• Extreme weather conditions
  
• Physical activity of any kind
  
• Violence
  
• Thick-skulled people
  
• Ignorance
  
• Impoliteness
  
• When she's confronted with constant problems
  
• Brute-- Wait, this list is limited?
  

Physical Appearance
Information:



Hair Color: Coral Pink
Eye Color: Coffee-n'-cream
Height: 5'4"
Build: Thin and lanky.

Other Appearance Information:

Facial-wise, she's got a very thin oval face, but it's accented with large innocent eyes that always make her look younger than she really is. Her lips are pale, and her nose is rather small, makes her eyes pop quite a bit. Oddly, she also has pale gold-coloured freckles that dot her nose and cheeks, they can only be seen upclose. She's rather frail in appearance with a pasty-white pale skin tone, with a thick mop of pink hair that she separates
so that is won't fall into her eyes. She's so fair due to genetics and the fact she rarely leaves her home or a library. She's not very attentive to how her hair is, often ties it into pigtails and moves on. She has a frame that is considered 'willowy and lanky', very slim (subsequently gave her the reputation of being a long-lost descendant of 'Ichabod Crane'). Doesn't help she has bony wrists and long, spindly fingers. She's usually sporting, a refined taste in clothing, she believes the clothes make the person. Crisp, trimmed, ironed and always presentable. She's usually wearing a collared white shirt, a red tie with a black vest and pants.She wears a best that also supports a pack behind her ('bum-bag', if you may) that carries medical supplies. She always carries a secondary napsack with one strap that goes across her chest. This napsack is often covered in several pins she finds or collects to 'spruce it up a bit'. Regardless of what she wears, she hates getting her feet dirty (of all things), so she's always wearing boots. Always. However, by herself, she dresses however the hell she wants. She often prefers regular pants with a long-sleeved shirt, often a small jean jacket or hoodie on top.


Personal Related
Information:

Personality:
Perhaps not the most sociable person on the planet. Brooke isn't around people often, let alone talking to them at all. She'd rather, as always, stick her nose into a book and keep it there until the last page. It's not that she can't talk and socialize, it's that she'd prefer not to, unless she really felt like it or needed help. It's rare if she ever asks for help in the first place, since she tries her darnedest to be independent. Brooke is prone to denying assistance, even when she really could use some. It's also common to see her brooding, and very adamant in what she believes is right on the outside, but internally she's very indecisive and often second-guesses herself.

Brooke is serious to a fault, and doesn't often catch things like sarcasm (or when people joke around and yank-on-her-chain). This being mixed along with her defensive nature makes her to have overreact a lot, which makes her quite a volatile person. While not a humorous person, she's very wry, causing some rather amusing situations and dialogue coming from her. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, another trait that doesn't make her very popular. While she's probably not the epitome of an excellent trainer, she is determined and would do anything for those close to her. Despite this rather sour nature, once you get past the many aggravating traits, she's surprisingly overly generous and a very caring person with a natural sense of justice. Where she obviously lacks in charisma and any physical strength, she makes up for in smarts. She's very clever, has a fairly high IQ (as she's quick to remind everyone of) and a good improviser. This makes her a good strategist. Her only other real talent is that she has a strange way of communication with Psychic and Ghost pokemon, only. Perhaps a sort of telepathic link, but she always knows what they're thinking of, and their emotions.

History:

But, she lived a comfortable life. Not a perfect life, but it suited her just fine.

They were a family of four, living in a small village. Her father, Greggory. A particularly good pokemon breeder. Her mother, Lucilla, had more of a talent for creating homemade salves and healing pokemon, opposed to breeding them. The eldest child, Kalvin, took more pro-active roles with pokemon. He quickly became a very talented and strong pokemon trainer. One of the best in the town. Her parents were often out doing their jobs a lot around Remoor, and while they were not home a lot, they still maintained a stable relationship with their children. But then there was Jillian, younger than her brother by a solid 6 years, and often feeling inferior in every way. Jillian was born fairly weak and small, and remained so for many years, despite her veracious eating habits. Her personality was seen as distant and undesirable to be around due to the uncomfortable feelings she tended to stir up. She was no faster, stronger or better than any other child. The complete contrast of her brother.

Perhaps the one thing that always bothered Jillian the most was the fat that she lacked the obvious compatibility with pokemon that everyone else-- especially her family-- seemed to possess. In fact, it seemed that (mostly Wild) pokemon had a strange distaste for her. It wasn't uncommon to see Jillian fleeing from angered mobs of Caterpie. It was a lonely feeling for the young girl, at times. She had little to no friends or acquaintances due to her personality, and fewer pokemon could even stand her.She began to resent people and pokemon alike, growing very bitter off them. She hated being small, frail and weak, always a step below everyone else. Of course... she wasn't faster or stronger than the rest, but there was one thing left. Smart. If she couldn't be the best trainer, or the swiftest doctor, or even the most talent breeder, she was be the most intelligent person in that village. These complex emotions later lead to the manifestation of her 'pokemon-phobia.' It should be duly noted (even past these events) that Jill was never been a get-up-and-go type of person. She lacked initiative, and rarely left her house. This seclusion was only more and more frequent with age, leaving her alone to her hard study.

But her whole life wasn't misery, of course. Yes, her parents weren't around as much as she'd have liked, her brother was always one constant in her life. He was everything one should have been, supporting and caring, and his laid-back and calm personality always soothed her. He was a third parent to Jillian, they both loved each other very much, and they were always there for each other. If she wasn't alone studying, she was playing games or talking with her brother. He was always her escape from her bitterness.

Of course, all good things come to an end, as they say.

Growing older and even better at training, Kalvin had caught the pokemon of his dreams, Houndour. He was infatuated with the pup, and decided to name her after their mother; Lucy for short. Kalvin was so enthralled with his newest pokemon, they became inseparable. Lucy was rarely in her pokeball, and was always right being Kalvin wherever he went. While Jillian was not fond about having a pokemon around all the time, she was accepting since she made her brother so happy. Of course, Lucy didn't share the same content as Jillian. Lucy would often have nothing to do with Jillian, or even on the odd occasion, ruin her clothing or tear around in her room, tracking mud everywhere. Kalvin believed it was just coincidence it only happened to Jillian, but she knew otherwise. It was in that pokemon's eyes, she hated her, and Jillian hated her back. The young girl always referred to the Houndour as 'Screwlucy' from then on. Not long after Lucy came into the mix, Kalvin wanted to travel more, challenge people and gyms more and mroe often. This left Jillian alone most of the time, which left her brooding and studying in her own room alone. Without her momentary, shallow happiness with Kalvin, she began to linger in her negative thoughts more and more.

"The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.”

It was around this time that Jillian met her first pokemon, Hannibal.
The negative thoughts constantly coming from Jillian had caught the attention of this young, mischievous shuppet. It stalked Jillian for the longest time, watching, taunting and messing with her head. It set back her clocks, moved objects around.... Basically, in the best term possible, it made Jillian go bat-shit bonkers. However, she wasn't about to give into something like that, she was smarter than that. Jillian set up a trap, that when something in her room was tampered with, the culprit would get a nasty surprise. Of course, the shuppet fell for the nasty surprise, caught in it's mischief. Despite the fact it was a pokemon, Jillian didn't seem to show signs of her usual phobia towards it, she felt fine with in it the room... in fact, surprised it didn't attack her like the rest did. It was when Jill discovered that she had a strange link to Ghost and Psychic pokemon. It's thoughts came crystal clear to her through it's gaze. It made sense to her. Shuppets were attracted to negative, brooding thoughts... which was the reason why it came to her... right? Her sour nature must've just attracted it. Either way, she knew that this particular pokemon... she could stand. She kept him around, naming him after her favourite villain, Hannibal Lector.

When Jillian reached the age of 14, she decided to take lessons from a scholar in a nearby village to expand her knowledge. It gave her time to kill, and got her out of her house once in awhile. This kept her occupied, and got Hannibal trained up a bit (going up against pokemon attacking her, or ones that scared her witless.) During this time as well, Jillian had gained another companion. This time, it was a timid Ralts that approached her. Like Hannibal, she harbored no fear towards this particular creature... nor vise-versa. Despite trying to leave the Ralts behind, it followed Jillian around like a lost puppy. Of course, Jillian could never shoo it off, no matter how hard she tried. She even locked the door once, only to turn around and see the stray Ralts right behind her. She came to face that this Ralts would never leave her alone. She kept the small pokemon, naming her Alice after her 'Into the looking glass', since she seemed just as lost as Alice was in Wonderland. Sometimes Jillian felt like she was in Wonderland, too. After several years attending these small lessons, while growing in intelligence, her brother grew in strength and prestige. Lucy had become a houndoom, and was even more bitter towards Jillian. Of course, this was routine to Jill, so she tried... oh so hard not to notice.

It wasn't too long after when their entire village, and 90% of Remoor became a desolate wasteland. Jillian, her brother, and their pokemon managed to avoid much injury... but not many others. Any survivors, including Jillian, left in a large group to seek shelter and refuge. They finally came across one of the last safe places in Remoor, Nada Citadel. Even then, it was still chaos among the people. They had little money among them, but they managed to pool enough money altogether to buy a small common house for them all. The common house was on a street called Blaqkwood, so they decided to name the building just that. Over the few months, they decided to keep a small, strong community. This started with a surname. Any previous surname was cast aside and replaced with a new one common among them all, Blaqkwood. They were all one collective family amongst each other. They look after each other, work for each other, and live with each other. Jillian and many others took up odd jobs in order to support the Blaqkwood complex. This suited Jillian, but she couldn't help but constantly worry about her mother and father, who were out on business at the time. Kalvin, on the other hand, was not so content. Worried about his parents, like his sister, he grew more taciturn as days went by. He left for long hours in the day, and came back without saying much of anything to anyone. Pokemon was scarce, the village he loved had been destroyed, It was like happiness was slipping away from him. Jillian had worked so hard, she couldn't even help out her sibling enough.

Then one day, out of the blue, he disappears. Everything he owned was gone, except for one single pokeball. Jillian expected it to be empty, and forgotten, but it wasn't. The pokemon inside was in fact Screwlucy (of all things). Lucy was mad at Jill for the disturbance, but quickly turned to alarm when she noticed that Kalvin wasn't anywhere near. He up and left, just like that, and left his favourite pokemon behind? None of it made sense. No one else in Blaqkwood was willing to get up and help look for Kalvin, as they had barely enough hands to work and survive already. However, Jillian was determined to find her brother.... even if it meant going alone. She packed up supplies, and took her pokemon. However, Lucy wasn't content on staying behind. Despite their mutual hatred for each other, they needed one another to find someone important to them. Lucy knew Kalvin, and could easily track his scent.

To the distaste of both, they were now temporarily a team.

Characters Pokemon:



Name: Lucy (Screwlucy)
Gender: Female
Species: Houndoom
Ability: Flash-Fire
Age: 7
Level: 60
Personality: Taking care of a pokemon that wasn't originally yours is a hard thing to do, now taking care of a pokemon that's hated you for YEARS is another. This is Lucy in a nutshell. She's gruff, apathetic, dominating and quite cruel to Jillian. Lucy in an opinionated individual, which shows through her attitude towards her. She doesn't take well to failure- which Jillian is prone to- or giving up in tough situations. Lucy sticks to it until the bitter end, no matter what. Lucy doesn't often listen to advice, and rather do things her way, even if it's the hard way. Lucy's a bit violent, and often lash out at people if they aggravate her to a certain point. Overall, she's very cantankerous and practically unusable as a pokemon because of her nature. Despite this, she's a fiercely loyal companion (to her original trainer), and would do anything for the people she deems worthy of protecting. She's been dubbed Screwlucy (screw-loose-y) by Jillian for her bizarre nature.
Defining Feature: The only difference between Lucy and the average Houndoom is she has Heterochromia, one eye is blue and the other is red. This is because she suffered head trauma as a pup.

Attacks:

• Nasty Plot
  
• Crunch
  
• Fire Fang
  
• Roar
  
• Faint Attack
  
• Overheat [TM]
  
• Payback [TM]
  
• Flamethrower

Name: Hannibal
Gender: Male
Species: Shuppet
Ability: Insomnia
Age: 2
Level: 16
Personality: Jillian (rightfully) named this Shuppet after her favourite novel villian, the genius cannibalistic serial killer, Hannibal Lector. Hannibal is rather docile, and often keeps to himself. He's more of an observer than a participant, and loves to quietly watch people, interested in their courses of action and such. It's common to see him hovering behind people's shoulders, just out of their peripheral vision. It causes people to get the feeling of something watching them, but if they look behind themselves, he's gone. He's grown a natural talent for hide-and-seek, so to speak. Hannibal has a sophisticated form of mannerisms and presentation akin to Jillian's, which is why they "communicate" so well. Hannibal is what you could also call an 'Opportunist', he's not inclined to give just about everything for free, and having a vast amount of knowledge and information to give, this comes in handy for him. He loves pokemon and people alike, and even more so, loves screwing around with them.

Attacks:

• Nightshade
  
• Curse
  
• Screech
  
• Spite
  
• Dark Pulse [TM]
  
• Confuse Ray [Egg]
  
• Knock Off
  

Name: Alice
Gender: Female
Species: Ralts
Ability: Synchronize
Age: 1
Level: 12
Personality: Alice is another strange addition to the team. She's by far the most social pokemon in the bunch (but then again, there isn't much going for Hannibal or Lucy.) She's quite timid, and usually docile, but still loves people with a good nature. She's often seen following people around or greeting them, and is undeniably cute for this. However, Alice almost seems to have this far-off trait to her. She's never 'all there' at times, she always seems lost or confused about something, which lead to her being named Alice. Overall, Alice is the positive and pleasant one in the group. Always happy, always perky, and trying to uplift the mood. She loves being around happy people, and for some reason, Jillian. If she's not in a pokeball, she's on Jillian's head, watching like a strange parrot. Very curious, and gets into anything and everything, which gets her in trouble a lot. Of course, it's best to avoid Alice if she's hungry or upset (god forbid that happens.) Despite her usual quiet, timid nature, she's actually extremely loud. It starts as a low whine, then slowly grows in volume until it reaches a siren-esque shreik. This noise is painful, and Jillian doesn ANYTHING in her power to avoid making Alice 'cry'.

Attacks:

• Disable [Egg]
  
• Growl
  
• Confusion
  
• Double Team
  
• Teleport
  
• 
  
• 
  

Role Playing
Sample:

This was going to be one of those days.
That’s what Jillian was thinking when two of her little brothers came into her room in Blaqkwood Manor with big grins on their dirty faces. Their filthy, evil, demon faces. “Oh, Jilllliiiaaan…” they chimed with that ever so annoying singsong tone of they always used. That almost always meant trouble for the pink-haired girl. Trouble followed by a dash of insanity. And she couldn’t help but notice that one of the two brats was hiding something behind his back.

“What do you two want?” the girl replied as she glared at them over the top of the book she had been reading. Her Shuppet, Hannibal, sat hovering over one shoulder and regarded the two boys with an eerily silent stare. Hannibal was one of the few Pokémon in the entire world that Jillian actually liked, let alone tolerated. Don’t ask why. That was just the way she was.

And her two little brothers knew this.

“We just wanted to show you something.” they said in unison. The grin on their faces grew wider. “Since today is your birthday and all.”

Jillian arched an eyebrow at them before closing her book and sitting up on her bed. Hannibal floated a little ways forward and peered at the two boys with a slightly interested stare. “All right, I’ll bite. What is it?” Jillian said with crossed arms. She had a feeling that this was going to be anything but a “happy” birthday present, but there was another part of her that thought differently. Maybe, just maybe, this would actually be a nice surprise. Thinking that, Jillian regarded her two little brothers differently as a slight smile graced her lips. “Ehh… Why not?” she thought to herself. After lacing her fingers together in her lap, Jillian leaned forward until her’s and Hannibal’s heads were side by side, her smile growing a tiny bit larger for her brothers’ benefit. “Well, whatcha got for me? Is it something nice.”

Her brothers nodded fiercely. “MMHMM!” they said together again with wide smiles. “Here! We found this outside and we thought you might like it.” And that was when the one hiding something behind his back brought his hands forward and showed Jillian what he was holding. It was… It was…

It was the CUTEST little Eevee that anyone had ever seen. It blinked up at Jillian with those big and precious eyes and just uttered the most PERFECT little mewl before wagging its huge fluffy tail at her.

Naturally, there was only one way that a sensitive girl like Jillian could’ve reacted.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”

The girl shrieked in horror and jumped so far back off her bed that she came crashing down to the opposite side. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? Get that vicious beast away from me! It’s evil, I tell you! EVIL! EVIL!” All the while, Jillian was just trying to put as much distance between her and the “killer” Eevee as her room would allow. Which mean that she was practically clawing at the walls to climb up them like a terrified and crazy cat.

Meanwhile, her faithful Shuppet and her two brothers were looking at Jillian like she was an escaped looney from the crazy bin. And, for all intents and purposes, she probably was right about now. Hannibal just hovered in place and watched his mistress do just that. He tilted his head towards her, turned to the Eevee that her brother was holding, and then seemed to breathe a defeated sigh as his eyes closed. In a way, it almost seemed to say “Gods, help me.” using any words.

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[Feather]

I see no problems--well done.

Approved.