Imogen Green ((SERIOUSLY done.))

[Imogen Green]

The Player:

OOC Account: Shaki
Age: 19
Activity Level: Medium.
Other Characters: Jachai III

Basic Character Information:

Name: Imogen Green
Alias: Immi, Kid, Love (Utter that and die.)
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Alleigance: None (If she could pick, Rangers)
Position: None?
Species: Human
Sexuality: None..? (Undecided.)

Hobbies:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Physical Appearance Information:

Hair Color: Dull (real) reddish-orange hair
Eye Color: Soft grizzly-bear brown
Height: 4'04
Build: Rather muscular for her age, though she's not grotesquely developed.

Pretty much this, only less 'developed' and more... muscular. ;x


Other Appearance Information:
Despite the fact that she spends a ton of time outdoors, Imogen has very fair skin, slightly yellow instead of peachy or pink like some other pale skins. It's riddled with marks, orangey freckles under her eyes, on her shoulders and shoulder-blades. There are small patches of darker, shinier skin where sunburn has occured, mostly on her shoulders and neck. Her hair is a dull reddish-orange hue naturally, the sunlight bringing out deep, vibrant orange highlights that are unnoticeable indoors or in the dark.

Immi has gained a good amount of lean but not too developed muscle through her self-imposed training. It's quite obvious she's doing something to work out when her arms and legs are showing, but if they're covered up, she looks very regular, neither thin nor fat, just plain jane. Though, she is a little heavier than she appears to be at about 92 pounds. She's maturing regularly for a girl of her age, not quite coming in with all the... ahem... developments yet. Though one can tell she's a girl by the way her body is beginning to shape. Her facial structure is also femenine, but not overly so; don't tell her she's cute or girly. Immy doesn't give much of a darn about her appearance except for if it's causing enough of a problem to interfere with her various activities. So, she bathes daily and ties her hair back, but that's about it; other than brushing it when Nautilus finally can't stand it anymore and forces her to a comb.

Imogen wears practical clothes, preferring above all else a pair of shorts or pants, a tee-shirt and a light jacket with the sleeves rolled up (or maybe a coat if it gets cold enough). Though her outfits come in a variety of colors, she usually likes to pick out blues or browns, and not just because they start with the letter 'B'. She just likes those colors; they're neutral, perfect for traversing around without attracting too much attention. Of course, with her red hair, that's a diffucult thing to accomplish. It's still worth a try, though!

Personal Related Information:

Personality:
Imogen... well. To sum it up, she plays hard, works hard, fights hard... everything she does, she does it 100% of the way. Breakfast? Eaten before six in the morning. Crossword? Done in fifteen minutes or less. Sleeping? Like a thousand-year-old log. Basically, she strives to be the leader, the strong one, the one who is last to start sweating. And if she isn't up to par... She'll work at it for a long time, even if the odds are stacked against her, or- if it's something physical she's failed at- she'll go and train with her squiggilar partner Marika on it. All of this is self-induced, of course... with a bored, highly intelligent brain like hers, she needs something meaningful to take up all her time. Why not vigorous training in both mind (when she can) and body? She certainly can't just go spend her time in a library somewhere; there isn't one anywhere near her little shack. Though not-so-secretly she'd love the challenge of memorizing an entire library.

What she thinks of other people? Well, that's where it gets kinda... muggy for her. Imogen, honestly, didn't have much contact with humans other than her father and her mother until she was six years old, when she started trying to go to school. She has no idea how to act around kids her age; she usually ends up being a little too enthusiastically active for others to handle. Imogen is pretty much an outcast, despite her occasional efforts to get to know others. Not alot of people can stand her activities for more than a few hours; unless they're used to being on their feet most of the time. She's used to being rejected socially, so much so that when she hears people coming up the road, she strategically places herself out of their vision so she can watch and decide if she wants to show herself. She's not a good judge, when it comes to matching socialities. When she does actually meet someone face-to-face and they manage to keep up, she tries her best to get along, but if they manage to make her dislike them then she won't give a rat's ass about them unless said ass is in life-threatening danger. As far as she's concerned, anyone who disagrees vehemently enough to make her mad isn't worth the effort... unless she really, really likes who they are otherwise.

Imogen is more likely to get pissed off than sad. She believes that sadness is a useless and stupid emotion that she will one day be immune to, and that crying about something won't help. She believes that sadness helps nobody. She is not likely to cry over anything; rather, she takes out her frustration and pain on whatever is tough enough to smack around for a while, whether it be inanimate or otherwise. This red-head isn't really traditional; she dislikes being called girly or cute or anything because they are useless terms of endearment that she didn't get when she was younger. So she doesn't want them now. Seriously. Swift kicks to the face aren't rare for pervs- I mean people- who insist on calling her such trivial things.

History:
Imogen... has a relatively short, rather boring history; at least in comparison with most Remoorians. The red-head was born in a small hospital room in Barkwish to two rather unextrordinary people; a forest tour guide with an ironic pokemon partner- his father's ninetails- and a nurse. At first, the couple's homely life in the forest seemed to be a dream.. but things went awry between the young lovers, as their daughter proved to be something a bit more than just an ordinary, obedient child. They split a year and a half after Imogen was born, the father, Adrian, gaining the right to keep his daughter after a short but fierce legal battle that Nautilus- the ninetails- had subtly helped win. It turned out lawyers were awfully afraid of certain green papers getting set on fire.

Adrian managed to keep Imogen in the forest, even as the traffic there slowed to a halt in the turbulent years following the young girl's birth. It made life harder, to not have much of a job anymore, but checks worth enough to keep a roof over their heads and some food in the cabinets came in from Immy's mother every so often. They were barely living, and Imogen noticed, though she was young and probably shouldn't have been smart enough to figure out how the numbers worked. Barkwish was destroyed when Imogen was *I'm not sure at what point during the war Barkwish was destroyed*, and her only reliable form of regular human contact- school- was completely obliterated. She had nowhere to go, and nothing to occupy herself with... What was such a bright, determined girl to do? Sit around and let her natural abilities go to waste?

No. That was simply not an option. They'd gone on a trip to a city; a horrible, disgusting place to see what living there would be like, and she had HATED it. Imogen, instead of becoming a passive lump of a human being to be carried around, insisted on Adrian keeping their shack in the forest, the argument ending upon her firm words that 'the forest is safer than that hunk of junk metal death-trap'. She had better arguing skills than her mother, father, and Nautilus combined.

So, they stayed in the forest, where Imogen noticed things that a young one should never have to. The dissapearance of pokemon; the silent, hidden dangers that would've gone unnoticed if she had not been as sharp as she was... The occasional presence of something so horrible it had to be the evil straight from her old story-books. Though she was afraid of the beast that lurked and threatened, she was more afraid of what she'd become if she let her own fear control her. She trained hard to protect herself from that feeling of helplessness that arose whenever she realized there was one less pokemon friend in the forest, and she trained to protect those that still remained. In her quest for excellence she found and befriended Marika, a squiggilar who was VERY young but was just as fiercely determined to protect what little she had, after the loss of her mother.

This is their life, now-a-days; Adrian stays at the shack mostly, operating a radio and waiting for a call to come in while Imogen and Marika spend their time immersed in the woods, training and checking up on suspicious things. They're always under the watchful eye of Nautilus; whether he makes his presence known or not. Boring, yea? The forest is never boring, not with the constant, hidden perils that hide inside the shadows...

Character's Pokemon:


Name: Marika
Species: Squiggilar
Age: 1
Level: 10
Personality: Marika is a fearsome little warrior, just like her partner Immi. She doesn't possess much care about the size of her opponent, always prepared to leap into battle against all odds. She's a bit of a tyrant when she's hungry, but once she's satiated she's everybody's best friend again, unless she dislikes you, which isn't that hard to do. Marika is a rabid femenist, and anything that a male her age can do, she wants to do it at least a million times better. She hates accepting help from boys and has no interest in them whatsoever, finding them to be too adverse to her manner of thinking to even imagine speaking with; not that she would anyways. Unless they're wise and old like Nautilus; then they're alright..

Attacks: Pound, Growl, Tail Whip, Slash,


Name: Nautilus
Species: Ninetails (More like Threetails)
Age: 63
Level: 77
Personality: Nautilus is naturally quiet and observant, watching over Immi in her usually dangerous activities most of the time despite her protests. He has seen much in his time on this planet, and though he can't claim he knows everything, he knows quite a bit, whether it was learned through a book or first-hand experience. Though he's a wise old fox, he can be a bit dramatic if Immi meets strangers that act suspiciously. He will vow to vanquish anything that appears to be a threat to Immi, and will even go so far as to hurt another child, if he has to. It makes him seem a little senile, but really, he's got a reason. Bittered by the years spent watching the once-strong Remoorian region's spirit slowly die, he's learned to not truly trust anyone except for Immi, Danika and those that prove themselves constantly to him. It takes alot for one to earn a title of trust, but it takes years and years to get almost close as Immi has gotten to him. Of course, she's got a one-up on everyone since he's been there since she was born...

Attacks: Nasty Plot, Ember, Quick Attack, Confuse Ray, Safegaurd, Roar (TM)?, Hyper Beam (TM)?, Dark Pulse (TM)?

Role Playing Sample:
Imogen scowled shamelessly at the flaunty, dainty-looking figure in the mirror, a fierce crease appearing on her reflection's brow. Though the look didn't make her look friendly, it got her point across; she was not in a friendly mood. Her father merely grinned.

"I. Am not. Wearing. A dress."

She frowned again and clenched her ginger-pale palms into fists, turning on her heel rather brattishly as though to make a point that the stupid frilly girly idiotic useless expanse of cloth that hindered her once-natural movement was truly effecting her demeanor. Which it might've been. The damn lace was itchy and it made her want to claw the skin off wherever the delicate but really annoyying (rather like most girls her age, hm?) white fabric touched her. Especially at the back of her knees. That was the worst place... other than her wrists. But at least her wrists were bare; her string-bean legs were being opressed by a thin, film-like layer of... hoisery. Or whatever the hell they called them.. or it. Or whatever. Either way they were stupid and needed a name-change.

"Oh but you look so lovely, love..."

Nautilus' spoke up, a wry grin on his maw as he observed the girl's turmoil; his paws neatly crossed before him in a perfectly relaxed pose, one of three pale tails flicking gently every so often. She gave him a popeye grimace and he rolled his eyes, looking up to the girl's father; his partner's son.

"Adrian, don't you agree?"
"I do. You look lovely, Immy.."

A large, warm hand settled on the top of her head and tousled her dark ember locks; an equally warm smile appearing on the brunet's face. Oh. Great. He was getting sappy again... he was thinking of mom, probably.

"You look just li- Oooh, I think someone's lost!"

The loud, crackling sound of a slightly panicked voice coming from the radio drew the hand from Imogen's head; an excited Adrian bouncing into another room with the excitement of a child who had been promised a visit to the toy store. The red-head rolled her eyes and shot a wide, obnoxiously victorious grin at the rather disgruntled-looking ninetails lounging nearby; it looked like they wouldn't be dressing fancy for church today!

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[Violet]

How long's this been done Shaksters?

I honestly can't find that much wrong with it..... *looks harder*... nope.... *LOOKS EVEN HARDER*

Ow

Nope, nothing's wrong.

Approved!