Nozomi [Completed]

[Nozomi]

The Player:

OOC Account: Destiny
Age: Older Then Thirteen
Activity Level: 95
Other Characters: None Yet.

Basic Character Information:

Name: Nozomi Nagoya
Alias: Nozomi
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Alleigance: Nuetral Citizen
Position: N/A But Wants To Be A Nurse
Species: Normal Human
Sexuality: Straight... Or At Least Seems Like It...?


Hobbies:

• Reading
  
• Hugging
  
• Making Candy
  
• Eating Sweets
  

Likes:

• Hugs
  
• Boys
  
• Clothes
  
• Candy
  
• Chocolate
  
• Love
  

Dislikes ( WEAKNESSES):

• Other Girls [For The Most Part]
  
• Sour Things
  
• Toothpaste
  

Physical Appearance
Information:

Hair Color: Green as grass in spring
Eye Color: Green with darker rims and a lighter center
Height: About 5'6
Build: Thin arms and legs, decent chest size and high hips.

Other Appearance Information:
Nozomi has long green hair the color of fresh spring cut grass and never takes the time to really do anything to it so she normally sticks with same old hairstyle: two small, thin pigtails in the back while the rest just hangs down. And since she is still attending a school Nozomi can be found often dressed in her school uniform. A black ruffled skirt with dark gray lining on the bottom of it; to match with an equally black long sleeved, button up shirt with of course gray lining on the collar. A stand out yellow jacket with two buttons on each side and matching yellow boots like sunshine. Nozomi prefers things lopsided so she decided to tie her red ribbon with one longer end and added three hearts for herself; if you hadn’t noticed she loves well, love. Other than that Nozomi enjoys anything to accent her large hips and extremely thing waist.

Personal Related
Information:

Personality:
Nozomi can be described like a chocolate truffle or at least she wishes to be one since her adoration of sweets is rather too extreme. On the outside she is smooth, glossy, classy and adorable to those who want to lay eyes on her but her outer shell is very hard. Her hard shell is her trust and it is very difficult to go through her defense to befriend the true Nozomi. Once someone has done that they can enjoy how much of her they want until they break that trust; then it is impossible for her to trust them whole-heartedly ever again.

So we all know how rich and sweet the inside of a truffle is, right? Well Nozomi is kind of like that; on the inside she has a deep character that was engrained in her by her parents. She respects what her parents wanted and raised her to be, which would be a decent human being. Be true to who you are, decide your own fate and speak your mind no matter what. Her three rules that Nozomi will always follow in the face of whatever life could throw at her… or at least she used to be able to say that with some pride.

While we all know that no one can be a perfect thing Nozomi isn’t the best or the worst; she has had her curtain calls, her little white lies, paid her debts and lived with her own regrets, Her problem is that she feels lonely somewhere inside herself because all she ever does is study and work. That is why she will constantly let bad influences back into her life after she knows how horribly they may have hurt her or broken her heart. So she constantly hugs people, and talks all the time because she just wants to be closer to people and pretends to be something she is not. Somewhere along the line this will cause her to question some things if the price for love makes her end up changing the real Nozomi. Ah. How sad is life if we bit into that chocolate truffle and found it to be hollow?

History:
Nozomi was born and raised in Nada Citadel and has lived to know what destruction has happened in the Remoor Region and surrounding Regions. The most major event of her life was ten years ago when the Mew Two army caused trouble in the Kanto Region. Of course she was only-- seven years old and too young and innocent to have a care about such things. So she would continue on going to school and coming back home to eat the cookies her mother would bake her; plus a cold or warm glass of milk depending on the season. Two mere years later Nozomi would have to grow up faster than she ever thought might be possible when the Mew Two army moved to Remoor. Then again at the peaking age of twelve years old when the first conflict between this army and Pravus begins to be public knowledge.

At the age of twelve Nozomi was just entering middle school in her home town, a now somewhat edgy place to grow up now that people were becoming suspicious of not only each other but pokemon as well. Nozomi would graduate with good grades and at the top of her class with the help of her scientist mother and author father. Life had been very good for Nozomi while she continued like the perfect child for the first year of high school when during the winter break she met Cinnamon. Cinnamon was a buneary she brought home who ended up causing so much costly alterations to their house that she had two choices: give up Cinnamon or leave with him. Nozomi chose to keep Cinnamon because he brought her to places she had never known to be inside herself with such great emotions. The beginnings of her life outside of her safe little home would be filled with shady characters, mismatched love and heart aches.

When Nozomi was sixteen the fighting intensified to the point where she was so scared Nozomi was terrified to leave her house; it took the many so called “friends” she had made in her apartment building to convince her to continuing going to school. When she had completed her junior year in high school with now average grades their was a slight tremor in her life. A small scratch that was filled by the so called loves her life, yes, Nozomi ended up having many different boy friends all at varies times during the war because besides Cinnamon she found comfort in being near them while the war tore apart the Remoor Region. All her happy little affairs were like a collection of chocolates that had been kept neat and tidy so they would touch or overlap but somehow all ended up with a bitter after taste, one she wouldn’t dare wash out with her hatred of toothpaste.

So now she is in the summer time fling as Remoor Region will struggle to rebuild itself, and as her land does so will Nozomi: in search for the perfect love affair. But how far will she travel? How badly will she burn her values and beliefs? How much will Nozomi change? And is their such a thing as the perfect hot fudge sundae?

Characters Pokemon:


Name: Cinnamon
Gender: Male
Species: Buneary
Age: 3 years
Level: 20
Personality: A very strong and silent buneary whose only wish is to stay with Nozomi forever. He doesnt want anyone to be near her because well... he believes that he is a bit human and that is why he has been with her for all his life. Not a mother son relationship like most pokemon ones but he is in love with her to an extent. Yet hates how she can give that easy going smile to him and everyone else. Will attempt to be violent around other male humans.

Attacks:

• Pound
  
• Frustration
  
• Quick Attack
  
• Secret Power
  
• Cut

Role Playing
Sample:
The harsh summer sun was now reaching its highest point in the crystalline blue sky as it did so the long ultra violet rays sunk their long claws through the ozone layer and deep into the flesh dirt of Remoor. Baking the once wet and clayed up dirt to a hard packed rock that was exposed beyond the long browning grass which bent as the warm breeze swished it like a supermodel flicks her hair.

“Keep going Cinnamon!” cheered a too happy and sickeningly sweet voiced girl, who was attempting to carry a large picnic basket in one arm while guide a stubborn Buneary up the slope to the mountain. “This will be a lot of fun! Just think of the possibilities. You could make a new friend!” she teased, giving him a wink.

Cinnamon glared at her, ‘I don’t need any new friends Nozomi!’ Nozomi responded with a huff and stomped up the hill, pausing every few meters to wave him on, ‘I only need you!’ he muttered to himself as he bounded after her, making his spring legs work even harder than usual.

“I wish you wouldn’t say that!” Nozomi retorted as she flopped on the grass, tired out from walking with the heavy picnic basket. “I have already explained to you that there is more in life than just--” she paused trying not to make herself seem like a hypocrite.

‘--just love?’ Cinnamon mimicked and nudged the top of the picnic basket open. ‘I am hungry. Feed me.’ the same as always to the point Cinnamon.

“Yeah…” Nozomi frowned and spread the checkered red and white blanket out on the dead grass and squashed it down so they could sit comfortably, then began to unload all of her dishes she had made. Mainly to feed the pokemon and maybe help some boy she would meet to sweep her off her feet. “But that is a silly dream…” she sighed and sipped some lemonade.

‘All you really need Nozomi is hope,’ Cinnamon let a small shed of kindness leak from his rough exterior, 'Don’t worry about anything…'

A nice comfortable silence followed as they sat and ate in the quietness when Nozomi burst out so loudly that it scared away all the pokemon around the, “Is that supposed to be ironic because my name means hope?”

Cinnamon smirked while nibbling on an oran berry, ‘No, not at all.’

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[Feather]

Her I like. At first I thought I smelled a Sue--but very nice flaws Nozomi.

Welcome to Remoor dear~

Approved.