|
|
Post by Tilly! on Aug 6, 2009 15:37:05 GMT -5
The Player:
OOC Account: Celena.
Age: 14.
Activity Level: Medium-High.
Other Characters: None yet.
Basic Character Information:
Name: Tilly Hays.
Alias: That girl with the squeaky voice.
Gender: Female.
Age: Thirteen.
Allegiance: Ranger.
Position: New rookie/private.
Species: Human.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Hobbies:- Keeping a sketchbook-diary. Instead of writing, she doodles (badly) the highlights of her day, with most entries revolving around her duties as a rookie ranger.
- Baking cookies and other nice things for her Pokémon. She’s a competent baker, but her other culinary skills are lackluster.
- Flaunting around her allegiance to everybody she meets.
- Buying things on impulse, though it’s more of a bad habit than anything else.
- Hiking with her Pokémon early in the morning.
Likes:- Being generous with gifts.
- Warm, furry Pokémon.
- Appreciation.
- Candy, cake, and other sweet foods.
- Playing outside.
- Impulsiveness and “going with the flow”.
- Stories and legends.
- Making friends.
- Shopping for cute accessories.
- Physical contact of the friendly kind.
Dislikes:- Planning any sort of event.
- Being tricked over and over again.
- People who tell her she should get a calendar.
- Forgetting to wear her watch.
- Bad people who hurt Pokémon.
- War and destruction.
- Control freaks.
- Profanity.
- Cleaning.
- Her squeaky voice.
Physical Appearance
Information:
Hair Color: Sandy blonde.
Eye Color: Olive green.
Height: 5’1”
Build: She has a small frame, but her tummy sticks out a little from too many sweets.
Other Appearance Information:
One can only eat so many sweets before seeing the side effects, and that same law applies to Tilly Hays. Although her figure is rather slender, she has a bit of a belly from too many slices of cake and boxes of cookies. However, she refuses to go on a diet, and instead, does her best to conceal her gently rounded tummy with her handy brown belt bag, which comfortably wraps around her waistline without being too tight. Her efforts to hide that extra fat generally end in failure.
Now in her belt bag lies several items that she shouldn't even need to lug around and usually lacks all the kinds that are actual necessities, unless someone stands over her while she's packing for the day ahead. However, if there's something that's never absent, it's a quaint little sack of fresh cookies, tied closed with a cute red ribbon. Other than that, some days she'll bring a stuffed animal, sometimes a small ball for her Pokémon to play with, maybe a compass if she wants to, and perhaps mini binoculars. Her bag's size is terribly limiting to her, but Tilly doesn't care. She just stuffs it until its seams are bursting, and so her bag has a few loose strands hanging off in various places from daily abuse.
Tilly dons a cute pink military hat for normal occasions most of the year. Her favorite warm-weather outfit consists of a basic beige vest worn over a blue layered tee, while navy blue ¾ leggings wrap neatly around her legs. Despite her being unprepared for most activities, she keeps several Pokéballs clipped onto her belt bag so that she always has some of her Pokémon close at hand. Tan suede boots complete her casual look, but not without her signature cap. A pair of aviation goggles sit atop her head, usually functionless for a normal day, so they're mostly there just for fashion.
Her thick sandy blonde hair is most often worn in the form of a high, layered ponytail, pulled through the slot in her hat just above the adjustable velcro strap, and falls right at her shoulders. The girl's bangs are parted at the center, feathered and angled off to the side and styled so that they don't require her tucking the hair behind her ears to stay in place. She rarely wears her hair down, but when she does, it's usually for formal events. Her hair lands at the middle of her back when not tied up.
Her skin is fair, but not paper-white. However, on most hot, bright summer days, she ends up forgetting to put sunblock on, so it doesn't take a long while for Tilly to find herself with nasty sunburns on her exposed flesh, mainly being her arms, ankles, and nose. She's often left miserable and hurting after a day of rigorous fun.
Her facial features are soft, with none of her features being very harsh or defined. A few freckles dot her face, but they aren't remarkable or very noticeable unless one were to lean in. Tilly has nothing really beautiful about her; one would define her as cute, but not gorgeous or anything of the like, but of course, what one somebody expect from a thirteen year-old? Her eyes are an unmistakable olive green and mainly just shine with a perpetual happiness. They're rarely seen with anything else other than joy or amusement, for she covers her face in the shade of her hat when tears begin to prick her eyes.
Personal Related
Information:
Personality:
Tilly's one of those girls that people would either love or hate after a first hello.
Her voice is one thing--squeaky and high-pitched. Even she loathes it, and if somebody dares to comment on it, she just retorts playfully and good-naturedly, claiming that it's just a phase and that she'll outgrow it someday. At least, that's what she usually wishes for on every birthday cake and shooting star that crosses her path. For some obscure reason, it's usually hard for others to take her seriously when she's yelling like an angry chipmunk.
Her almost childlike enthusiasm is another, and coupled with the fact that Tilly's excitable and easily amazed by the most ordinary and common of things, her energy can become tiring at times for others around her. With her eyes lit up and a silly grin plastered on her face, it's obvious she's enjoying herself. Even watching popcorn pop gets her jumping for joy.
Some may mistake her as shallow, but she's really not. Sure, Tilly may seem to be forever jubilant and cheerful, but she is actually quite thoughtful and caring, and yes, she has other moods besides 'happy', and this blonde doesn't always have a smile spread from cheek to cheek. Of course, the girl usually does, but she too can experience sadness, disappointment, and everything else sentient beings in general feel--she is only human, after all.
Tilly is of average intelligence. She's not smart, but she's not entirely dumb, either. Perhaps she's just a tad unprepared, a little irresponsible, and falls for the oldest of tricks in the book and believes the silliest of things, but she is not a hopeless kid, even if it seems that way to nearly everyone else around her. She's just not as calculating as others, and also not as street smart, but she can learn and take in information as well as any other person of her age. Her main strength when it comes to her mind is her quick thinking. She can usually come up with a conclusion or solution fairly swiftly, though that doesn't necessarily mean her first idea is plausible or practical.
If there was one word to describe Tilly, that'd be 'idealist'. She may come off as naïve to many, but that's a fair judgment and even hold a lot of truth to it. Optimism radiates from her, perhaps too much so. In her dreams she sees lush fields, shining waters, and bright cities, all the while people battle Pokémon for fun and never with evil intentions. Tilly only wishes for the world to be a perfect place for all living and nonliving things alike. She's blinded by her visions of an ideal Remoor, always failing to see the other side of things--mainly the goals of Pravus and anyone else who doesn't want what she believes to be the best for Pokémon and humans alike. Her idealistic beliefs are similar to that of a child's who doesn't see why people argue and shout.
Despite feeling so strongly about her perceptions of what could be, Tilly is actually submissive when it comes to confrontations. Rarely out to make enemies, she prefers not to bicker and will usually cave in without much of a retort, often afraid to anger the opposing side. Either that, or she'll come up with a petty, often pitiful comeback that doesn't really do anything to help, only making her look like an idiot in the process.
She doesn't always know what others are feeling and if she sees someone else all alone by themselves, she'll mistake them as being depressed or lonely, and she'll be sure to skip up to them in an attempt to "cheer them up", oblivious to the possibility that they may just want some peace and quiet to themselves. Her parents sugar-coated the reality of her world, and thus, Tilly doesn't fully understand that there are dangers out there. She is overtly outgoing and friendly and rarely thinks about the kinds of trouble she may be getting herself into.
History:
Life, for Tilly, started on a quaint little family farm a few good miles away from Barkwish near the river. She was raised among two older siblings and one younger, while her parents and grandfather watched closely over them all. They weren't well known, neither were they wealthy, and they didn't have many paths open for communication at all. They were totally isolated, except for their father, who would ride down to town every week on his Rapidash to sell the milk produced by their herd of Miltank. Only Mr. Hays knew about the troubles outside the farm, and sometimes he would share news with his wife, but they kept nearly all information from the children, only telling innocent stories of legendary Pokémon and other myths their father would hear in Barkwish from his customers.
The Hays siblings, made up of Haley, Arnie, Tilly, and Dilys, got along well. They rarely argued, with most verbal fights centered around who could ride on their father's Rapidash first. The four would help their mother with general household duties, such as cooking and keeping the Pokémon healthy. In her spare time, Tilly would play with her grandfather's Leapare, dressing the hare Pokémon up with her own accessories and baking cookies for it. Before sleeping, she would always read old history books about Remoor, forever under the idea that it was still the beautiful and rich land it was back then.
This lifestyle continued on without interruption, with all children pitching in to help with the Miltank. The father would return from town with plenty of candy, some new clothes for the family, and only several leftover bottles of milk, which they would use to bake cakes and other nice things at home. For about the first half of Tilly's life, things were relatively peaceful outside the farm. Of course, she didn't hear much of anything concerning the conflicts between Mewtwo and Pravus. All she knew was that Mewtwo was a powerful Pokémon, enough to be feared, and that Team Pravus was 'bad'. It was all watered down by her dad, as the conflicts between Mewtwo and Pravus weren't of much concern to him, and he didn't want his children to be worrying too much about them. It was rare that he took the children with him to town, but Tilly'd gone several times before, and as unimpressive the small town would be for anybody from the city, it was nice to be able to get away from farm life for a bit, and she would always be awed by the slightest of things anyhow.
As matters escalated for the citizens of Barkwish, Mr. Hays brought the children along with him less and less, afraid to disrupt their lifestyle with unneeded troubles and burdens. Even the frequency of his own rounds lessened. He explained to eleven year-old Tilly and the others that it was because Rapidash was growing old--which was true, but also because the population in Barkwish had been dwindling as the residents left. He'd been worried for a while. With his milk business sinking lower by the day, maintaining the farm was proving to be a difficult task. There was also news about an escalating war. Apparently, a group of renegades called the 'rangers' had formed recently.
Tilly and her siblings knew about the hardships the family faced as a whole, but they didn't fully understand why. What had happened to Barkwish, and why couldn't their mom and dad tell them more about why people were leaving? Still, life continued on for them all, only with Tilly reluctantly having to do more work around the farm than usual. Her oldest sister, Haley, had left for Nada Citadel in hopes of making more money for the family, since the Miltank were no longer bringing in as much profit as they used to.
The war was in full swing by the time Tilly was twelve. It was Pravus against Mewtwo and his clones. Several times the girl and her remaining siblings would watch, frightened, as aircraft raced overhead. They could only wonder what was happening. Neither their father, mother, or grandfather said anything about a war, or perhaps they did, but it would only be a fleeting mention, with the elders quieting down into a disturbing silence. Occasionally they would watch smoke rise in the near distance. Tilly's father eventually gathered himself to tell his children of the war, figuring it'd be best if they knew. Still, however, he didn't go into the gruesome details of death. With the farming business being anything but profitable, they'd resolved to leaving their old life behind to live in Nada Citadel with Haley, supposedly a safe place, or at least that was what Mr. Hays had heard from his last trip to Barkwish before the town was ruined by the war.
The idea was exciting to Tilly. Still oblivious to how severe the war truly was, she only wanted to explore the world a bit. Leaving the farm life behind would be an adventure for her, and perhaps she would meet new Pokémon wherever this Nada Citadel was. She rarely had the opportunity to wander away from the farm by herself, save for a gallop down to the river and whatnot--wherever was close enough to ride with Fara, her young Ponyta given to her by her grandfather when she turned eleven. Tilly only knew what she was used to--rural wide open fields and the Pokémon on the farm. She wanted to visit all the places she'd read about in her history book.
And then it happened. Tilly had just hit her thirteenth birthday a few weeks before. The family hadn't quite finished packing to leave yet. In fact, they'd barely started, besides desperately trying to sell off all the Milktank they had, and even that they were only halfway through with. Now the oldest girl in the family, Tilly had seen several strange Pokémon fly over the farm that day. Then there was the roaring of engines as a squad of jets rushed closer. She heard odd noises--terrifying and horrible, as if the sky was being ripped open and the land torn apart. A Pokémon's cry shook through the area, then an explosion.
Mrs. Hays gathered up her family quickly and her husband took his Rapidash. Sensing danger, the children were ushered away up toward the river where it would be safe. There they hid, sheltered in the tall grasses by the water, with Tilly and her siblings shivering and wondering what was happening. Their grandfather was doing the best he could to soothe them. He told them of how the rangers would make everything better. Eventually, after spending nearly an entire day shaking with anxiety and fear, the noises subsided, and they returned to find their farm completely destroyed just like everything else in sight. The grass was blackened and the trees were burned to a crisp. The Miltank were gone. It hardly looked like a farm anymore, besides the obvious remains of a structure that used to be their home. The farm was just unfortunately caught in the crossfire of a war that hadn't concerned them.
"Don't worry," said Tilly with a certain determined shine in her eyes. "The rangers will save everyone. Right, Grandpa? I'll be a ranger, too!"
A look of absolute shock and horror raced across her father's face before he turned to gape at his own dad, who only laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his balding head. He didn't approve of the way his granddaughter was so isolated and cut off from the real world, and Tilly needed a change of pace in her life. When the Hays family made it safely to Nada Citadel with the help of their remaining Pokémon, Tilly continued on further southeast on the back of her Ponyta, guided only by the advice and crude map she'd received from one of the Nada residents. It was a tearful goodbye, but she was urged on by the promise of improving Remoor. The region was war-torn and ragged, not anything like what she'd seen in her books.
Although only a mere recruit and just like the other rangers, Tilly yearns to help out in greater ways for the benefit of Remoor and all Pokémon and people who walk the battle-scarred fields. She may be a little too enthusiastic about being a vigilante, but the girl's doing her best to learn and match up with the older members around her, hoping to eventually make her ideal Remoor a reality.
Characters Pokemon:
Name: Fara.
Gender: Female.
Species: Ponyta.
Age: Two.
Level: 10.
Personality: A generally timid Pokémon, Fara is shy and easily frightened. She is reserved in both her speech and actions, but faithfully stands by Tilly's side whenever she's out of her Pokéball, rarely willing to stray far from her trainer, both out of dependency and loyalty. Fara isn't much of a battler, but if she's forced into combat, she'll tend to keep her distance with her speed and attack from afar with some ranged fire-based moves. She acts as Tilly's mount and the perfect traveling companion with her loving nuzzles.
Attacks:
- Tackle
- Growl
- Tail Whip
- Will-o-wisp
- Hidden Power (Ice)
Role Playing
Sample:
A post from one of the other roleplays I'm active on, based around crime solving canines.
.:.:. Dread. What a terrible feeling. Ari had just returned from her late patrol and was beginning to pack up to leave for some well deserved rest when the police station’s doors burst open. It was a little past midnight, and one could describe it as being absurdly early in the morning. Constable Fallows smelt the rat immediately. There was a disturbing commotion on the first floor, and with Fallows’ office being situated so near to the action, she couldn’t help but overhear. A panicked female voice described a murder. Ari shut her eyes and groaned quietly to herself. Just her luck. After a day of hard work, she still couldn’t relax on her own bed, as old and small it was. She didn’t have much time to complain about needing sleep, for she was already assigned to the case in a flash, but her reluctance began to dissipate as she made her way to the crime scene. She’s been hoping for some action for a while now, and finally, this was it.
.:.:. As she hurriedly made her way to the site, along with several other police officers. it soon became apparent to her that the victim was a wealthy individual, and the one whom had reported the crime was indeed the victim’s servant. Ari didn’t care much for the affluent folks. Their extravagant ways of living were so wasteful. Servants, really? As expected, the dwelling they came to was lavish and decorated. A flash of worry shook through Ari's mind while she gazed upon the grand residency. Was this actually where the murder had taken place? It can’t be… no way. Her nails gripped the ground harder and she cursed under her breath as she entered the house. Don’t tell me I messed up on my patrol! The image of a dog flying out of this very house resurfaced in her mind, and Ari forced it away frustratedly. Did I allow this to happen…?
.:.:. It wasn’t a pretty scene, up in the victim’s bedroom. She could smell the blood clearly, despite her generally weak sense of smell. There was a substantial smear of blood on the carpet, one just as large as the victim herself, who wad dead on the bed, the sticky red liquid covering her entire back and sides. “Terrible,” she murmured and shook her head as she glanced around the site. Ari Fallows’ heart began to race when she noticed the bloody paw prints on the floor, which seemed to lead somewhere downstairs. Once over the initial shock of seeing the corpse, Ari furrowed her brow and began to think. That’s odd… I didn’t notice any bloody prints leading out of the house. The female took a deep breath and mustered up her strength to take a closer look at the body itself. “Details on the victim?” she asked hesitantly, worried that it was a dumb question and that this dog she was staring at was a well-known celebrity or something. Ari raised her eyebrows as she inspected the bed. There was barely any blood on the sheets, though the body was covered with the mess. Just below the bed, the carpet was ruined. This was where the paw prints started. “… Hey! I-I don't think she was killed on her bed. Though isn't it obvious?" Constable Fallows' tone rose with excitement. She figured it was too clear to explain her theory, so she didn't. More like she was moved to her bed. The smear on the floor was enough evidence to back up her idea up.
.:.:. Ari moved on to the prints next. The fawn female flicked her tongue in thrilled concentration. They still didn’t have a method of murder, but Ari wasn’t too interested in that. The blood on the floor was most likely the victim’s, yes. But what of the paw prints? Whose were they? Upon first thought, one would without a doubt say it was the perpetrator’s tracks, but Constable Ari Fallows was speculative, but then again, she noticed that the prints were made in a constant, steady fashion, as if one had gotten away without injury, and Ari decided that they were most likely the murderer’s. She would have to check the other areas of the house and find out exactly where the prints led to and ended.
.:.:. Ari let out an annoyed sigh, though it was still mixed with that undeniable hint of passion as she padded back over to the victim, who was still laying on her bed in a grotesque fashion. Ugh, I can’t believe I let them go. That dog she’d seen running out of this house… or was it this house? Ari couldn’t quite remember now, for she hadn’t paid much attention to it earlier. Should I report it? But then again, if I do, they’ll know I didn’t fulfill my duties while on patrol… gah, tough choice. The female grumbled to herself, narrowed her eyes, and scrutinized the victim’s paws in an attempt to match them with the bloody paw prints found on the floor. She was already assuming them to belong to the killer, obviously, but Ari liked to be thorough, especially after having messed up on her patrol. She couldn’t afford to make another mistake.
-----------------------
[/sub] |
|
