Cameron Philips!

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The Player:

OOC Account: Flutterby m’dears
Age: Old enough to experience the woes of a stressful life ];
Activity Level: expect me on the weekends, for my week is dominated by other activities
Other Characters: n/a

Basic Character Information:

The girl who cried wolf[!]

Name: Cameron (Cam) Phillips
Alias: That One Girl/ Ghost
Gender: Female
Age: 10
Alleigance: Neutral
Position: [Homeless] Civilian
Species: Human
Sexuality: Asexual


Hobbies:

• Cam likes listening to Puppy!
  
• She also likes taking yummy things without paying for them!
  
• Cam likes to play with Puppy and Cookie!
  
• Riding on Cookie’s back makes Cam happy!
  
• I-er Cam also likes to battle other people!
  

Likes:

• Cam likes Puppy and Cookie!
  
• Cam likes night time too [night owl]
  
• She is also a fan of scaring people and pulling pranks on them! [prankster]
  
• Cam likes hurting other people and watching them scream! [sadistic]
  
• She enjoys picking a new place to sleep every night [being homeless]
  
• She plays dress up to trick people too! [changing her appearance]
  
• Cam likes how she talks! [talks in third person]
  

Dislikes ( WEAKNESSES):

• Cam doesn’t like other pokemon! Only Puppy and Cookie! [unable to make new friends easily]
  
• If Puppy left Cam would cry forever and ever! [loves Puppy the most]
  
• Cam would cry if she got hurt too! [afraid of pain]
  
• If Cam gets cut, Cam could die! [anemic]
  

Physical Appearance
Information:

Hair Color:
“Cam has blonde hair! It is short but Cam dresses it up with headbands on ribbons! Puppy says I look pretty when I wear ribbons in my hair.”
Eye Color:
“Dark Blue. Kinda like the ocean. Except lotsa people say they look black. Weirdos!”
Height:
“Not very tall. Like 5’2!”
Build:
“Cam’s just a kid, thin and stuff. If Cam pulled up her hair and wore a baggy shirt she can get away with looking like a boy! Puppy tells Cam that having a thin figure makes it easier to play dress up!”

Other Appearance Information:
One glance at the small child and the first emotion that would come within an adult’s gentle heart would most likely be warmth. Cameron has the face of a baby doll and her skin is mostly like porcelain. No trace of acne or any other flaws are upon her skin. Her deep blue eyes are always staring off into space and her thin mouth is always upturned. There is no doubt that Cam’s appearance is her greatest weapon. She is the very thing people see when they picture innocence. Though this opinion is far from being correct, the standard image of what it looks like to be young still applies.

Face~ Rounded and completely natural, Cameron’s face is responsible for the many features that emanate her youth. Baby fat lines her cheek tissues, and dimples appear when a smile stretches across her face. Her lips are thin, sheathing a row of white teeth with a prominent gap up in front. Blue eyes dot each side of her face, their size differing in different angles. The color is nearly black, her pupil only barely being able to stand out from the iris which overtakes it. They are set just above a small and blunted nose that centers Cam's face rather nicely. Blonde hair frames her face, it's length barely brushes her shoulders.

Body~
Cam's height and weight is pretty similar to the other 10 year old girls out in the world. There is nothing unusual about her 4'10", 86 pound form, which is why when people first see her, they only see the child she is made out to be. She is very skinny, her arms and legs only carrying a bit of meat on them. No curves dominate her torso, she is merely a little girl who has yet to experience the hormonal wave of puberty.

Apparel~
Cam is known to wear anything that flatters her physique. Whether it be a dress that flows past her knees, or a jumper that hugs her to her body. Her wardrobe consists of black and yellow mostly, with frills and ribbons of the sort. Even though she is cruel and brutal, she is still girly. The only thing that may state the opposite is the dirty pair of Chuck Taylors that sheathe her feet.

Personal Related
Information:

Personality:
There are three main things that one must suspect when interacting with Cam, these are those three things~~

Corrupt~ Cam is a young child, and the traits that come with that youth have been twisted to revolve around darkness and sin. Naivety has altered just enough to make Cam feel as though the things she is being talked into doing are “games” and “bonding time” with Puppy. Innocence has blanketed the guilt that Cam experiences on a daily basis, meaning that her feel for right and wrong have been meticulously morphed into one simple thing. Cam feels as if nothing she does is wrong, and the one who is at fault is the one who has been watching her ever since she could walk. Corruption has turned Cam into a true force to be reckoned with, for she feels no sense of conscience, her world is nothing but games and pranks.

Bubbly~ Just as a kid should be, Cam is only out there to have fun. Even though her games endanger other people’s lives, she still has a sense of humor and is always hyperactive and fun. She never runs out of energy and is always happy to talk to new people, even if later on they could be subject to torture. Cam doesn’t truly understand why people may fear her, so she does her best to be the “in your face” type of person.

Tricky~ Puppy’s wisdom has not gone to waste on little Cam. One of the better things he has taught her to do is to get away with things. But who could suspect her cute little face anyway? If her appearance were to fail her though, she has plenty of other things hiding in the depths of her sleeves. What these things are is strictly confidential of course.

History:

~note that histories are definitely not my strongest asset .__.’

Infancy {0-3}
It was on a snowy December night when the woman who would be deemed as Cameron’s mother was sent to the hospital when contractions overtook her while she slept. Screaming in pain and agony, the woman was immediately drugged and sent to the labor wing, the boyfriend that had managed to knock her up was nowhere in sight. The midwives were the substitute, holding her hand and coaxing her through it. It was hard for the woman, her present name being Roxanne, to keep her shrieks from resounding in the tiny room, but she managed to do it somehow. Pursing her lips with every push, Roxanne only relaxed when a baby's obnoxious wail filled the tiny room. Sighing with contempt, the woman accepted her child from the midwive's hand and watched as the deep blue eyes opened wide to stare her right in the face. A grin swept over the young woman's face as she cooed at her baby, brushing the tiny nose that was upon her daughter's face with her finger. A question of naming the child was brought up, but Roxanne already had one in mind.

Two days later, Cameron Alexa Kipperman was taken home.

Her first year was pretty uneventful. Just like every other human infant, she cried at night, and slept when the sun rose. Her mother did her best caring for her and teaching her the motor skills needed to survive in the world. She spoke her first word at 4 months, and began to walk when she neared the eight month mark. Roxanne would care for her in a tender way, but like all single mothers without child support, she had to hold down two jobs. Because of her money issues, the new mother could not afford a nanny, and instead entrusted her neighbor with the child in exchange for cheap sex. The man who cared for Cameron was quite the influence on the child, and managed to teach her many things that would have normally been pushed away by the normal parent. Cameron was exposed to deadly pokemon at an early age, and was drawn to them when her eyes took in their form. The man’s partner was a houndoom named “Rock”, and while the man who watched her slept on the sofa, the baby would rest her head upon the black warmth of the dog and napped along with him.

After Cameron turned two, Roxanne had made enough money to take her and her daughter away from the trash they had to live in, and upgraded them to a larger home with nicer neighbors in a region that was known as Remoor, which was struggling at the time, leaving property in price ranges as cheap as they could possibly get.

The year passed quietly in Cameron’s household, and soon the tiny infant had progressed into an able-bodied toddler. She was a savage tyke, destroying her mother’s house on this inside and out. Of course she made quite the batch of friends during her third year. Roxanne hated pokemon, and disallowed any from coming into her home. Cameron, on the other hand, enjoyed their company, and managed to bring strays into her room through the window at every chance she got. Most of them happened to be members of the ghost species and enjoyed trying to scare the tiny child, but Cameron only played along with their games, not caring at all. Roxanne had to shoo the nuisances away every night before tucking her child into bed. Every night she would lock the window, and every morning she would have to lock it again.

By her forth year, things began to get a tad bit strange.



Toddler Years {4-6}
On the eve of her birthday, Roxanne had to depart on a business trip, leaving little Cam in the hands of the elderly couple that lived across the street. The old man had a Persian that had been his companion for over fifty years, and Cameron had began to grow attached to it. She would ride upon its back up and down the stairs, and cuddle with it during nap time. Its fur reminded her of her old caretaker’s houndoom, and she snuggled even closer. The Persian disliked this close-contact relationship with the child, and would stay far away from her when she tried to go and play with him. This show never wavered Cam's persistent affection towards the persian, for she would merely just follow him around, giggling loudly as if taking it as a fun game.
One night though, Cam took it too far, and out of frustration, the cat batted her away with his paw, pushing her back and triggering broken sobs to erupt from her throat. As she cried, the Persian sauntered off, its head held high in dominance. The couple had failed to hear her cries, and had also failed to hear the arrival of the ghost pokemon that would begin to tie its influence around the small child in hopes of regaining its long lost dignity. The ghost Cam would deem as Puppy slowly came out from the shadows, his peculiar appearance drawing attention to himself. Cam watched with fear as the ghost stopped in front of her, and a voice that was not her own spoke to her from within the threshold of her own mind. The voice told her not to fear, and to close her eyes for a moment while it took care of things. Cameron obeyed immediately, her eyes shutting quickly as her palms covered them. Her small form still rocked with the aftershock of the Persian’s rejection, but she held herself together for the time being. The ghost hunted down the Persian, and as the giant cat looked up to it with fear, the menace took its life without hesitation. As the large mass hit the ground, the ghost returned to the girl, the voice reentering her mind once more. Cameron looked up at the pokemon, and smiled. She grabbed the loose-fitting flesh that resembled cloth and tugged on it, her eyes swimming with curiosity. Cameron voiced questions and accusations while the ghost merely bobbed along with her movement. Impatience soon overtook her and she let go of him while she walked over to the Persian. She prodded him with her foot before looking back at the pokemon that had killed it.

“You hurt a kitty! You must be a puppy! Cammy likes puppies!”

From then on, the ghost had earned the title of Puppy, and kept himself close to Cameron. The couple who had found their beloved cat dead never knew why it had suddenly keeled over, but merely blamed it on its age. They returned Cam to her mother, never learning the truth behind the Persian’s death.

The years passed by quickly, and with each new season, came new surprises. Puppy had become a permanent fixture in the Phillips household, although Roxanne didn’t know he existed, and Cameron matured both in mind and in shape. She was taller and more independent, and could run errands for her mother without worry. These errands usually consisted of hurting others with Puppy’s help, and stealing things Cam knew she did not need. It was sometimes a pain with trying to escape, but that would soon change. It was on one errand that she had come across a ponyta that was laying idle in an alley. Cameron approached it in a bubbly manner and, with the help of Puppy, influenced it to join her. She named the mare Cookie, and the two of them became valuable partners. Roxanne reluctantly approved of the pokemon, saying it could only stay outside. Cameron agreed to these terms and enjoyed the time spent playing with her “friend”. The ponyta was a new influence on the child, one that brought judgment into play. Puppy disapproved of her methods of teaching, but had no way to separate the girl and the horse without hurting Cam. He also could not get rid of her, for she was an important asset to escape. She was fast, and could hold Cam on her back, something Puppy had needed since day one. And although they constantly fought, Puppy could not go without her.

Before long, Cookie had evolved into a wiser and faster Rapidash. The ways of causing mischief were increased with Cookie’s new abilities, but they did have to tone some of them down. Cameron found it funny how both of her friends fought, and agreed to Cookie’s terms of decreasing the taunting and pranking by just a little bit. Puppy also agreed, knowing that sooner or later, the damage that the three would cause would soon have no affect on Cookie’s better judgment. He was right.

By her 7th year, Cameron and her two partners had taken a turn for the worst, and the consequences proved to be dire, especially for Cameron’s loving mother Roxanne.

Roxanne had begun to catch on to what Cameron was doing. She was receiving complaints from neighbors and hate mail from people she had once thought of as friends. Roxanne had questioned the girl once before, and Cameron merely responded with an “I dunno”. Her second accusation had angered Cam, and the girl argued back with her mother while she showed her the letters that had been sent to her house. Puppy had been watching, and he soon realized that they couldn’t continue on if Cameron was stuck on her mother’s leash.

It was then that he had made the decision that would take the woman’s life from her so he could have Cameron all to himself.

A sickness struck Roxanne a few days following the fight. Cameron watched with worry as her mother would stumble around and cough harshly before returning to her room with a water bottle in her hand. Puppy claimed that she had finally broken down, and soothed Cameron as she witnessed her mother deteriorate before her own eyes. She would fall asleep with tears in her eyes as she listened to Roxanne cough in the room next to hers. Puppy watched over her calmly, the smog he had set on Cam’s mother doing what he had intended to do. He now merely had to wait.

Childhood {7-9}
Roxanne began to grow even worse in her condition, and Cameron would watch over her, her worry materializing into tangible tears. The woman was suffering greatly from the attack that had been sent upon her worn body by the mysterious figure that also watched with a disapproving gaze as she slowly faded away. Puppy soothed the tiny child as Roxanne’s breathing slowed along with her heart rate, and sent her to sleep with a hypnosis as soon as the last breath was exchanged between Cameron’s mother and the place she would leave behind. When the small girl had reawakened, her mother’s form had been moved, and she was in her home all alone, Cookie’s warmth blanketing her from the dark and cold shadows that closed in on her.

Cameron cried for hours on end, her salty tears staining the carpet that held her. Cookie stayed with her while they both waited for Puppy to return from the place he had gone. When he did return, he instructed the Rapidash to take the now sleeping Cameron upon its back, for they were leaving. Cookie did as she was told, and as she left for the targeted area Puppy had chosen, the ghost-pokemon did its best to place a mangled and bloody corpse of a tiny girl on the floor. It would look like a homicide, and no one would worry about Cameron anymore, for she was presumed to be dead.

Thus, Puppy began to mentor the child to fit his ideas in ways that would not normally be taught to one of Cameron’s age. Her fragile mind was morphed around Puppy’s views and soon enough, people were finding that the mysterious “Ghost” was somewhat of a demon masked in the form of a cute little girl. Cookie disapproved, but being the big pushover, the Rapidash did nothing but voice her opinion here and there. Ghost was now a locally recognized threat in Nada Citadel, Puppy aiding this new asset every chance he got.

Present {10}
After three years of truly terrorizing the citizens of Nada unknowingly, Cameron celebrated by turning ten. She now refers to herself as being a woman and is still as giggly as ever. Her two teammates are with her every step of the way, whether they like what she is doing or not.

Characters Pokemon:

Name:
Puppy
Gender:
Male
Species:
Mismagius
Age:
Old. Older than Cammy is! (117)
Level:
Strong! (58)
Personality:
“Puppy is Cam’s best friend! Although he may act like a big meanie he still is her best buddy! Sometimes he persuades her to do bad bad things but afterwards Puppy rewards Cam with some goodies! Puppy may seem like a bad influence but Puppy watches over Cam real good and makes sure she is protected when Cam is sleeping on the streets. Cam loves Puppy!”

Puppy was Cam’s first “friend”. Although he had kept an eye on her ever since the day she had first left her window open, he only tied himself to her when she reached the age of four. Being as old as he is, Puppy is very wise and influences Cam to do things she wouldn’t normally do, these things are usually in Puppy’s favor and have the potential of hurting other people. Puppy always hangs behind Cam, his form barely visible when Cam is especially jumpy and excited. He acts like a guardian over Cam and has grown to love the little girl enough that he would protect her with everything he had, though he would never tell her that. Puppy treats Cam like scum, but when she sleeps, his eye never leaves her vulnerable and helpless form. He doesn’t necessarily approve of Cookie because of the way she takes Cam away from him. In a way, the two pokemon balance each other out.
Attacks:

• Perish Song
  
• Psywave
  
• Magical Leaf
  
• Smog
  
• Spite
  
• Shadow Sneak
  
• Hypnosis

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[/li][li] Dream Eater[/b][/li][/ul]

Name: Cookie
Gender: Female
Species: Rapidash
Age: 22
Level: 47
Personality:
“Cookie is Cam’s prettiest pokemon! She has fire for hair and has a horn on her forehead too. Don’t tell Puppy but Cookie is also teaching me right and wrong! She says that Puppy is teaching me the wrong things to do but I don’t care because Puppy is smart. Cookie gives Cam rides on her back and lets her sleep on her back during sleep time. Cam thinks Cookie is caring, but Cookie only gets to come out when Puppy gives permission to Cam.”

Cookie came to Cam when she was nearly 5 years old. Back then she was a lowly Ponyta that had lost her trainer to a drive by shooting. The Ponyta watched as the small child made her way to her, and the pokemon felt sympathy towards her as soon as the tiny hand brushed her coat. Cookie grew to love Cam almost as much as Puppy did, and watches over her as well. Just like a mother would, she disapproves of the things Cam and Puppy do together, and is especially angered when Cam hurts someone without reason. Even though the Rapidash disapproves, she still loves Cam enough to help her get away from the places that are after her, just like a pushover of a mother would do as well. All in all, Cookie is a vital member to Cam’s small team, and without her, Cam would be doing all wrong without even the slightest sense of guilt.
Attacks:
(ChecK : Serebii.net)

• Megahorn
  
• Toxic

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[/li][li] Flamethrower[/b]
[/li][li] Stomp
[/li][li] Take Down
[/li][li] Agility
[/li][li] Fire Blast
[/li][li] Bounce[/li][/ul]


Role Playing
Sample:
(I am known to conjure up much stronger and more detailed posts, but I happen to like this one some)

The pale gray sky, a typical sequence that occurred only when the sun’s rays were blocked out by thick clouds, swollen with droplets of water that seemed to be waiting for the perfect chance to break from its prison, and splat on the ground. In the midst of this cloudy weather, many people were out and about, umbrellas under their arm as if they knew what was coming. Within this selective pool of citizens, Midori made her way around. She had managed to stumble upon this street after coming to one end of the forest of which she inhabited. Being the curious Kodama, she persuaded herself to investigate, which was why the tall woman scoped around in profound interest. Meandering down the pavement at a slower pace then what she was used to, Midori assumed a slumping position as she swiftly danced around the shorter pedestrians that tried their best not to collide with her waist. She did not acknowledge them as they swiftly apologized, but gave a little smirk instead. Her grasp on the human language was still a bit off, but at least she understood them most of the time.

The whispers that arose when she walked by did not go unheard by the victim. Midori was blasted by the cacophony of unbelief and rude insults that plagued her ears every time a judgmental glance was shot in her direction. She didn’t care much for it though. Being a spirit gave her an understanding of why the pesky humans had to go out of their way to point out the unusual in another individual. It’s not like they had much else to do with their boring human lives. Midori gave a sigh as she continued on, her large feet catching the foot of another here and there. Her ears twitched as the twittering of birds criss-crossed up above her, the song made her look up for a split second to admire it before she looked back down just in time. The curb did not phase her as she eagerly stepped over it, her black hair swaying behind her with the movement. She was beginning to grow bored, her boredom becoming more prominent as she looked at the cracks in the concrete, counting them in her mind. Being a human was so boring! She didn’t know how these people could bear it.

Midori stopped as soon as a humble stand was before her. The merchant wasn’t paying attention very well, a magazine covered her face and a small sound came from her mouth, somewhat like a grunt. Thinking nothing of it, the spirit swiped a small pouch of candies, the little goodies clicking quietly as she stashed them away for later. One thing these humans knew how to do was to make some delicious munchies.

The Kodama took it step by step, hoping no one really noticed her little stunt. Her eyes kept searching for someone who may come off as intriguing. Her search was not going that well, she soon found.
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it sucks, but that's because i hurried through it because i was tired of working on it with the limited time i had ._.

[Feather]

Approved, Puppy is one mean little ghost.

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