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Loretta
Aug 5, 2008 20:12:41 GMT -5
Post by lorreta on Aug 5, 2008 20:12:41 GMT -5
The Player:
OOC Account: Vixen Age: 14 Activity Level: I should be on every other day, but... I sometimes forget the sites I join. Other Characters: None so far
Basic Character Information:
Name: Loretta Alias: Lorei Armana [Not oftenly used] Gender: Female Age: 31 Allegiance: Pravus Position: Assistant Head Scientist Species: Human Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hobbies:- Lorreta enjoys studying Pokemon and other samples. When she finds something she's never seen or experimented on, she gets incredibly excited.
- Another one of her hobbies is teasing men who like her. Being at least considered pretty or cute (not amazingly beautiful) and sophisticated, she can get admirers. She can be rather flirty when she feels like it.
- Lastly, she loves arranging flowers. If she gets any roses, especially yellow roses, she goes absolutely crazy for them.
Likes:- Roses (Yellow), Lilacs
- Beautiful Pokemon (Example: Ninetales)
- The color purple
Dislikes:- Dirt, germs, physical contact with people she doesn't know
- Obnoxious men
- Fighting Type Pokemon
Physical Appearance Information:
Hair Color: Light purple/lavender/lilac-colored hair. Eye Color: Light, steely blue Height: 5 feet and 8 inches Build: Very skinny
Other Appearance Information: She is rather pretty/cute. Not amazingly beautiful, but easy on the eyes. She wears small glasses balanced right on her nose. Her purplish hair is usually in a ponytail, with one long lock of hair flowing on the left side of her face. She usually wears a tight, white lab coat with a purplish skirt and black high-heeled shoes.
Personal Related Information:
Personality: Loretta is quiet and calculating, with a very professional aura to her. She likes strict order and guidelines to go by. Chaos is greatly against her beliefs. The purple-haired woman is also a neat freak, considering her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Germs, dirt, and non-symmetrical things often set her off on a tangent. She straightens things obsessively and runs a very clean ship, liking pure white rooms and fresh, flowery scents. In her perfect world, everyone wears white and lilac, no one is fat, and everyone looks almost identical. There are no warts or anything, and everything is symmetrical. Of course, the world is not this way. So she rarely ever leaves the building. She can be nice sometimes, but if someone is stupid, she'll "bite their head off" because she cannot stand stupidity. If someone messes up, she'll be severely annoyed and will probably take it out on someone. The scientist demands respect, and will not take sloppiness. In fact, sometimes she carries around a bottle of cleaning spray to kill germs, and she always has her trusty gloves in her pocket. She's very professional, again, and sometimes tough on lower ranking scientists, but she has her nice side. When taking orders from higher-ranking members, she'll listen, then obediently and swiftly finish the job, which makes her dependable. She's all about taking responsibility and making sure you have everything sorted out. Loretta won't help someone who needs to get more organized, she'll merely make them do it themselves, unless it's too hard to her to handle (meaning that it's too horrible for her to let go any longer). She's often found dusting random cabinets or cleaning dirty knick-knacks. The scientist is good with training Pokemon to obey orders in a timely manner, so others have paid her to train theirs if they're too hard to handle. She's never found a Pokemon yet who is not tame-able. Also, she's usually found with a clip-board that she holds behind her back, never simply fooling around with her fingers or moving around.
History: Loretta grew up in a very wealthy family in Remoor. She was an only child until she was five, when her sister was born. However, when Loretta turned eleven years old, her sister died from a disease. During this time, her family was incredibly depressed. She had always wanted a Pokemon, but her parents were too sad to buy her one. After a while, they basically ignored their eldest daughter. They tried to have another child, but it ended in failure and eventually they gave up. They didn't really notice Loretta until she turned eighteen and decided to move out. During this time, they begged her to not go, finally "seeing" her. The deed had already been done, and after seven years of being ignored, Loretta didn't have a second thought. She left. While living those seven years without the love of parents, she discovered that she had OCD, and had spent so much time cleaning that her parents had almost no need for the maids that they had. The eighteen-year-old went to a college and began her studies as a scientist, for it had always interested her. Once she became 22 years old, she adopted her first Pokemon, a shiny Vulpix. The young scientist spent much of her time training the Vulpix, Livia, while still working at the college. Once she became 26, she got her second Pokemon - Lucian the Sneasel. It was much harder training him, but it gave her a challenge. That year, she joined Team Pravus. Beginning as a Scientist, she became an Assistant head once she turned thirty. Now at thirty-one, she is still a bit of a newbie, but she does her job well and has earned respect. Her Pokemon grew very strong through the years.
Characters Pokemon:
Name: Livia Species: Ninetales [Female] Age: 9 years Level: 90 Personality: Livia acts like royalty. When she sits, she hardly moves, and is always very watchful. She is sometimes spoiled, but powerful anyways. She knows when she's out of place and is incredibly obedient, as well as trustworthy. Loretta can trust her to run off and do exactly as asked, in a strict and professional manner.
Attacks: Flamethrower, Quick Attack, Confuse Ray, Will-o-Wisp, Double team, Attract, Dark Pulse, Overheat
Name: Lucian Species: Sneasel [Male] Age: 5 years Level: 85 Personality: Lucian is sly, cunning, swift, and often a liar. He is a prankster and is very good at what he does. He enjoys battling and the sort, often blurting out what he wants so say without thinking first. He is rather evil, picking on weaker Pokemon, yet he is easily dominated by Livia.
Attacks: Faint Attack, Fury Swipes, Icy Wind, Metal Claw, Ice Shard, Agility, Screech, Thief
Role Playing Sample:
The sound of the waterfall could easily block out the thundering of his ancient claws against hard rock and the light spray of liquid. His scent was so much like the earth he lived with, it seemed like he was never there. But sure enough, the creature was there. Eyes watched intently, if not a little tiredly, on the path before him. Slow, careful strokes of the dragon's large limbs worked him towards the water. One of the few times he ever left his beloved cave, and yet it seemed so hard for him. The dragon was clearly not young anymore, with a graying muzzle and obsidian black claws fading to gray as well, yet still not allowing retirement to the elders' caverns. His great mouth hung open for a moment in a deep yawn, and then he was done in a second, his jaws clamping shut again. The green dragon rumbled a little bit, shaking off the yawn, and then trudged on. Once he reached the waterfall, he stooped down and lapped at its cool liquid to quench his thirst. The older dragon was known for sometimes going days without food, but he never skipped more than a day without water. His stomach seemed to dislike doing the job of telling him when he was supposed to get some freshkill before he keeled over. The emerald dragon raised his mighty head to listen, hearing a sweet song dance through the night. The word "Ancient" made him shuffle his claws a little before making his way towards the sound. He lumbered under a tree before stopping to watch the crimson female in the waters. Riore seemed interested, though you could never quite tell with him. The old dragon could hardly even fly anymore, which explained his clumsy gait above the land. 'Ah, what I'd give for youth.' He shook his head and plopped down in the shallow water, ungracefully kicking up a spray that knocked a bird off its roost. The small creature circled around his head, scolding him unflaggingly, before fluttering to a different tree. His earthy smell was no different than the land he lived on, making it often hard for those to find him, especially when he decided to switch caves every once in a while. Many a time it was just to confuse the youngsters who traveled to his home to ask questions of him. Riore understood the loveliness of silence for the moment, so he remained still and simply stared out from under the darkness. Riore watched the water roll off the rocks, his mouth curved in a smile. Well, something as close to a smile as a dragon like him could get. His tail swished leisurely back and forth against the rocks as mist surrounded his large body. For such an old dragon, he still had a lot of strength in him, and he was still larger than the average dragon. From what the emerald beast had witnessed in his time, though, was that only certain elements of dragons shrunk with age. So far, earth had been proven sturdy and generally large, staying that way for their entire lives. He watched, soaking in his surroundings as if cataloging everything his eyes witnessed in his head. A voice drifted to his ears, and he cocked his head to the side. His large, elk-like antlers shook atop his head as a small bird landed gracefully on the "ancient" horns. "Hmmm, I really should do this more often..." Riore just barely caught the words, but he had heard them. It was a beautiful place, the only spot he enjoyed coming to when he left his cave. Another bird landed beside the first one, and soon his antlers were covered in small birds who either thought he was a tree or thought him no harm. Which was true, basically. When the other dragon spoke again, he came prepared with an answer. "Who goes there?" The Old Antler Dragon, so he was nicknamed, tapped his tail on the ground. He opened his mouth to answer her when she spoke again. "Be thee friend speak thy name, be thee enemy leave at once!" Did he know that voice? Riore had never been close to his Clan, but they all seemed perfectly fine with that. Most youngsters usually had visited or seen him once in their lives. He had basically outlived even the past leader, or more. So he knew many a dragon, and watched many die in battle. But that voice, did he know it? Probably, yet it may be a new youngster. Somehow he doubted that, it was a female. Not old, but a decent enough age. "If you be of Nerair, I am friend; If not, it makes no difference," He rumbled, his voice strong and clear despite his age. "I am Riore, friend to all of the earth, sky, and water, warrior of Nerair." The birds chittered together at their posts, but did not seem disturbed by his voice or movement. Maybe there was something about him that seemed... not very threatening - not in the least.
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Loretta
Aug 6, 2008 13:39:52 GMT -5
Post by Feather on Aug 6, 2008 13:39:52 GMT -5
Ap.pr.oved.
It looks good to me.
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