Post by Cammie Darr on Apr 12, 2009 21:41:18 GMT -5
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OOC Account: Alu ...
Age: 16
Activity Level: great! so long as I have working internet. ^^
Other Characters: None
Basic Character Information:
Name: Cammie Alu Darr
Alias: Cammie // Alu // Cam
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Alleigance: Rangers
Position: Agent
Species: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Hobbies:
- Drawing and writing
- Hiking
- Recording the areas she has been to in a journal & recording the pokemon she finds
Likes:
- Water and Dark pokemon
- Writing
- Hiking and adventuring
Dislikes:
- Super bright colors
- People repeating and repeating questions or requests
- Being disrespected
Physical Appearance
Information:
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5' 7"
Build: Lean
Other Appearance Information: Cammie isn't the tallest person in the world, but she isn't short by any standard. She can normally be found wearing her black trench coat, black pants, and black cowboy boots. She normally wears a lighter t-shirt under her coat, but it depends on her mood. She normally wears her hair down and rarely places it into a pony tail or bun, she only does that if it is getting in her way.
Personal Related
Information:
Personality:
Cammie is a nice person in general, but because she is a nice person she has several interesting qualities. But she is also still developing her personality. She hates lying, however if she needs to lie to save herself or someone she loves then she doesn't mind doing it. She hates it when people constantly remind her over and over again and again. But her niceness comes to an end when it comes to people threatening her or her friends, when that happens she will stop at absolutely nothing to get back. One great 'downfall' of her personality is her sarcasm and evil humor, they are what she loves the most and what she treasures. Others however dislike them and wish she would act like she actually cared about other people more than her pokemon.
Nice side: Pokemon is her passion, she loves them with all her heart. The love for them has traveled down the family line from her grandfather to father to her. Her friendliness to others comes from her mothers side. Her love for animals from her fathers. She will go out of her way to help others that were nice to her and if there is a pokemons life in danger she will drop everything that she was doing and help them out. Her grandfather told her that she must not think only of herself but of others as well.
Mean side: Her grandmother was an evil person, rude and sarcastic by nature. So when you tick her off or hurt her or someone she likes then she isn't worried about getting into trouble for putting you in your place. She does not use pokemon for her own revenge schemes, she believes that that is the job for evil beings. The only way she would ever use a pokemon for an evil revenge plan unless the pokemon insists. However if there is a chance the pokemon could be harmed she will make sure they have no part. Her sarcasm can anger people and cause them to try to harm her or challenge her. It all depends on her mood and the people around her.
History:
Cammie was born in a small house to two loving parents and had no siblings. Her father enjoyed going on long midnight walks in the nearby forest with his Ninetails. She learned all that she could from him about animal grooming and care. Her mother was a pokemon baby sitter and helped her learn how to care for young baby pokemon and elderly pokemon. Her grandfather would show up at their little home every once in awhile and tell her stories of news around the region and world or old tales of famous trainers, groomers, or breeders. It became her dream to do good with pokemon in the world.
As a teenager Cam was literally thrown into it. When her father passed away her mother became depressed and unresponsive, Cammie had to move her into a care home which really made her sad. Their home ended up being put up for sale and Cammie had nothing left to hold onto. Her grandfather was still alive but he had his own problems to deal with, like handling his own grooming facility. She thought about joining him at his grooming facility and getting into the family business but her dreams and aspirations kept her from doing that.
Determined to stay on the path of her childhood dreams Cammie turned away from her grandfathers offers for the family business. 'I want to make my own story' she would tell him. The few times her mother would speak she would ask about her father (cams grandfather) and how his business was doing. One rare time she asked if Cammie would join him in his business, she was shocked when Cam said she wasn't. Now her mother is worried that Cammie will get hurt, lost, or not fulfill her lifetime goals and be disappointed in her chosen lifestyle. She was saddened about how she lost the house and now sits staring out the window at the frank little community around her care home. Cammie is now setting off on her dreams and hoping to prove herself to her mother and grandfather.
During the war she did not do much, she helped out the Rangers with their pokemon. She kept them well groomed and fed as well as watered. She wanted desperately to work as a ranger, she felt that it was the best way to complete her dreams. When the war came closer to home she helped the rangers watch over their pokemone and supplies, soon after she was able to join the rangers because of her loyalty through the rough times and love for pokemon care.
Characters Pokemon:
Name: Taku
Gender: Male
Species: Oddish
Age: A few months.
Level: 5
Personality: UP TO YOU
Attacks:
- Absorb
- Sweet Scent
- Tickle
Role Playing
Sample:
(my post from Zireling -- please excuse the color, characters, etc.)Trust was something everyone had to work on. Throughout a life time. You meet someone, you get to know them, you hang out. Talk a little. But when something is pushed onto someone they normally feel cornered. Pressured. But when something like death was staring into your face. Literally. You felt that you had no choice, no choice but the right choice to make. But one of the most important questions people always ask themselves is which one is the right choice. The right choice for someone is the wrong choice for others which should be the right choice but it isn't. Still the ultimate question remains. Right or wrong?If Kayle were to say no, he would most certainly upset or anger Irascor. If he was to say no his life could be in danger, or worse. His soul.
He reached up and brushed at his forehead with the back of his tan hand. A nervous gesture more than anything. He slid his confused blue eyes to Irascors dangerous ones. The question was yet to be answered. As Kayle had walked, each step seemed to become heavier, and as they became heavier he felt like his life was on the line more and more. So he hooked his thumb over the hilt of his sword and flicked his gaze to Irascor as he took his seat. The chair had just been molded from a seemingly un-malleable substance. Something that was harder or sometimes even harder than rock. He felt goosebumps crawl up his arm and over his neck as he thought about being encased in a solid metal jacket if he were to refuse.
If yes was to be the answer then life would be his future if it was to be allowed. Guaranteed if you wish. For the Angel of Death chose not his victims from the living but the souls inside their being. The mere word 'yes' would open up so many opportunities for the simple elf. But it would close so many more. But what would it close? It would close his possibility of continuing on his marry way. It would also...wait, no that was it. What would it open? It would open so many things he couldn't even think of anything to list. Shaking his head he rubbed his temple with his index finger and thumb. Reaching over he gently pulled his backpack from his shoulders and set it gently on the ground, leaning back in the chair he gazed at Irascor.
He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. He gazed at Irascor with a hint of excitement and danger in his eyes. "How do you suppose I show you then?" He tilted his head to the side a bit to glance at Alfo, the dragon wolf to put it simply. As many a person thought, dragons only breath fire. However even though Alfo could not breath anything he could 'control' water, freezing, raining, etc. He was Kayles safety if he started something on fire he didn't mean to set on fire. Kayle tilted his head in a slight nod towards Irascor. "I'm with you so far."
The place was dark, soft, but dark. Two little beady eyes glared around. How dare he tie the slip! He bared his little spiky teeth and looked around. Slowly he slipped his small little white paws forward and out of the back. He reached forward and slowly started clawing and pawing at the tie. He wanted to see what was going on. Mofo would never be contained for long.
Two white ears perked as Kayle walked forward. Alfo didn't like the looks of the new arrival, but Kayle was his friend and 'master'. So he followed. One small pawstep after another, his tail swishing slowly side to side. He parted his jaws and let his tongue loll out, his eyes alert. The sleek dragon scales covered the 'bottom' of his neck and his belly. He looked to Irascor, he mentioned a dragon. With a quick flick of his ears to show his wariness he glanced to Kayle then to the small beady eyes glaring through the crack of his pack. When they finally reached the destination they were to talk he seated himself down and gazed around. He paused, a small sound caught his attention. Standing he paced behind and past Kayle, towards a darker part of the area. He stared towards the ceiling. He saw something, a shape. No. A shadow? Blinking he padded forward and took a deep breath. A faint cat smell tinged the area, either it was from a cat that passed through earlier or the shadow was part cat. He wagged his tail happily.
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