Post by gia on Jul 13, 2009 13:41:09 GMT -5
The Player:[/IMG]Around Demeter…
(note:: feel free to correct me on my wrongs. I didn't edit it much.)
OOC Account: Robopier
Age: robos liek don't age? (15[:3])
Activity Level: daily, trust me
Other Characters: not that I can recall
Basic Character Information:
Name: Gia Desdemona...
Alias: Gia
Gender: Xx :: Female
Age: 21
Alleigance: Ranger
Position: Ranger
Species: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hobbies:
- Working with her Pokemon
- Hotwiring Cars
- Drinking
- Gambling
- Fighting
- Sleeping Late
Likes:
- Cheesy Bread
- Her Job
- Demi
- Damon
- Saturdays
- Winter
Dislikes:
- Getting Caught
- Abraxas (she doesn’t hate him, just wishes she never caught him)
- Bread/Carbs
- Her Job
- Pravus
Physical Appearance
Information:
Hair Color: Dark brown that can be sometimes mistaken as black
Eye Color: Celadon (type of green)
Height: 5'9"
Build: She isn't the curviest girl out there, but her shape suits her height, making her pretty in a different way
Other Appearance Information:
Gia
Gia's figure doesn't really compliment her personality much. Tall, awkward, and less-than-ladylike are a few excellent descriptors that help shape what Gia looks like as a person. Her shape is still at the end stages of adolescent-hood, her curves still not perfectly fitting her height. Although in the attraction scale this is definitely a deductive trait, Gia sees it as a perfect little flaw that aides her in her line of work. Nobody would be able to notice she was a woman if she was disguised as a man, unless they could tell a woman's face from a man's, which isn't likely.
Although she is very lanky and elongated in the ways of shape and form, her face is something many girls envy. Her complexion suit’s the shape of her face, and her hair, although cropped to fall to her chin, makes her green eyes pop. Gia doesn’t really like the whole makeup concept, but will wear the occasional eyeliner or foundation when she is out in public. She is pretty without it, but foundation covers up the black-heads that pepper her face from time to time. At an angle, in a certain lighting, the most prominent feature on her doll-like face is her nose, which juts out from her face like a beak would. It is small, but very pointed and angled somewhat downwards that could only be the result of genetic faults. Strangely though, the nose fits her well as if it were made specifically to match her face. Below her beak, a pair of thin lips the color of light rose reside, usually angled downwards in some sort of frown. These lips play off the emotions that are easily read in Gia’s green orbs, set beneath thin brownish black brows that are always neatly cropped. Her eyes are very easy to read, happiness, anger, and sorrow are the easiest things to pick up on. Other emotions are harder to detect, but if one were to look hard enough, the girl’s feelings would be out in the open in an instant. This is why Gia sometimes goes on missions wearing sunglasses, for people sometimes call her eyes the very symbol of femininity.
Gia’s normal attire is never really the same. Although a pattern can be foreseen in the clothes she tends to pick, Gia can be rather unpredictable when needs be. On a normal day, Gia enjoys wearing any shade of purple, purple jackets with a black tank, or a black jacket with a purple tank. She also has a knack of wearing things that cover up her skin well. Gloves for example, are something she is rather fond of. Of course, people can always count on them being some sort of shade of purple. Although purple is Gia’s favorite color, black and yellow can also be put up high on the list. Sometimes even a mix of the three can be seen peppering her body from time to time, although she refrains from going that far. On good days, a logo tee and jeans (the tee usually being, yes, purple) are the common thing for her. She is really laid back about what she wears, and not really into fashion all that much.
Personal Related
Information:
Personality:
Hello There…
When becoming acquainted with a new person, Gia is known for her politeness, and unwillingness to really socialize. Sure, she will throw a few words out there when asked some questions, but she isn’t known to start conversation with someone who she hasn’t really met. Gia holds respect for those ranked above her, but belittles those who are weaker and usually underestimated. In order to really bring on the essence of kindness, she won’t even bore her guest with bickering the starts if her pokemon happen to be out on display. She might show them off though, she doesn’t mind people who admire her three rare partners, she happens to find this to be a little beneficial on her behalf, and is open to it. Of course, she might not show you Abraxas, he would diminish all of one’s respect towards poor Gia, which is why he is usually kept in his prison when guests are near. He is an unnecessary embarrassment that Gia constantly has to deal with. This doesn’t mean she will let her guests know that though…
Duty Calls…
On the job, Gia is remotely calm and adamant when working. She is an immovable force when it comes to having things her way, and will only ever budge if a higher-up politely presents their ideas to her. Gia takes everything she does seriously, and hates people who mess around. She feels that they have no reason to be in their position, but is forced to deal with them. Gia is good at what she does, and rarely ever does it for the money. She is in it for the cause it will have on this new territory she had randomly chosen to travel to. Gia is blind of the idiocy that happens to accompany her chosen side, and only sees it for its pros. She isn’t a con kind of person, especially when talking about her specific team. Also, she is easily one who can be manipulated into doing things that are hazardous towards her health, and even the rangers. Because she isn’t a native, she is having a hard time keeping herself in line.
Call Me…
Gia has a limited friend resource, only ever compiling a few good friends in her years in Remoor. Many people find her two hot-headed to get along with, and others fear her belittlement and temper problems. Those who do get the privilege of being close to her usually find her outbursts to be comical relief. She doesn’t mind their teasing laughter, afterwards she often joins in on it. Around her friends, Gia is much more mellow and laid-back. She isn’t the first to take charge either, she lets others go ahead and get the job done while she mingles on the sidelines. Gia is usually out hitting the pubs with her friends, her pokemon left behind sometimes. On her days that she has off, she is either with her buds, or sitting on her couch, watching TV.
Gia has a certain soft spot for Demi. She sees a lot of Belinda in her, and enjoys being around the Grumpig whenever time calls for it. The only thing she dislikes is the fact that Demi plays the role of mother well, which includes the lecturing that Gia regularly receives. She may get lectured for her habits, her hangovers, hell, she may even get lectured for her current outfit. Gia knows Demi means well, the Grumpig loves Gia a lot, and Gia returns it willingly. Sometimes though, they can get on each other’s nerves quite easily.
Damon is Gia’s ray of sunshine. His laugh always brings a smile to her face, and rarely does he have the opposite effect on her. Gia would have him by her side at all times if he weren’t so gosh darn big and wide. Damon doesn’t mind this little drawback, because he rather enjoys time spent away from civilization. When Gia is around town, Damon accompanies her the most. His large and frightening demeanor keeping onlookers from doing things that could be considered suspicious. And if Gia doesn’t have any plans on an open Saturday, you can bet that she and Damon are out somewhere either training or just chilling. The Abomasnow is good at both of these pastimes.
Around Abraxas…The reason behind Abraxas’s absences isn’t very hard to see. His irritating personality forces him to spend as much time as possible cooped up in his poke ball. Gia refers to him as her “buzz-killer” because whenever he is around, he forces a headache to inflict upon poor Gia. His constant ranting about allergies and diseases could give Gia enough reasons to jump off a cliff, but she refrains from it. He is only rarely seen on missions, vacation days, and any day in between. But if he is brought out, prepare for the constant bickering that ensues between trainer and companion.
History:
(NOTE: I found it easier to write this in first person, but as you can see, it is kind of in interview-style writing, meaning that it is dialogue mixed with the present-day Gia)
Born and raised in a happier more flourishing period, Gia never quite remembers how she ended up in such a dreadful place as Remoor. But she is where she is, and she isn’t really willing to change it at the moment.
~Welcome to my Happy Days~
Key:: italics :: present Gia
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normal :: dialogue
strikethrough :: therapist
normal :: dialogue
Gia took a seat, her anxiety nearly overwhelming as the man who stood in front of her also sat down in quite an abrupt manner. Adjusting his spectacles, the pudgy man in the monkey suit eyed Gia skeptically as he flipped through some worn papers. The atmosphere was awkward for a moment as the woman fidgeted in her seat, watching him with a nervous twitch.
The man mumbled, making Gia crane her neck forward just so she could manage to hear him say her name. A nod was all she could gift the man, and with another sharp glance in her direction, he set the papers on his desk and withdrew the glasses from his head. Piercing eyes of the duller shades of gray came to meet Gia’s green ones, and she instantly wished for the glasses to be donned once more. Why were psychiatrists so scary? Gulping down this mental note, she waited, still tense, for whatever he was going to say.
“Uh…Sure?”
Gia shifted uncomfortably in her chair, but took the queue when necessary and began speaking, at first a bit slow, but gaining momentum as she went along.
“Okay, well as you know, my name is Gia Delia Desdemona, but I prefer Gia moreover to any other title. I was born in Veilstone to two drug-addicts that had a thing for Greek stuff. In fact, Desdemona isn’t the surname I was supposed to inherit, they just kind of gave it to me. Nobody felt they needed to change it, but I felt that it was kind of dorky. When I grew I just told everybody that my parents had died tragically, and I had vowed to keep their last name as a reminder to their existence. I gained quite a few tears from that sob story.”
Gia relaxed a little, the man’s intimidating aura somewhat clearing as she continued. He looked perplexed, even though it wasn’t unusual for a child to be abandoned by their parents. Especially in a city the size of Veilstone. Shrugging, she decided to go into more detail. Why not humor the poor soul who had to sit through this grudging journey through her life?
“My real mother, the drug addict, she was actually a real pretty lady, so I’ve been told. Her name was Alice, but she had changed it to Elysia to get a more exotic appeal on her peers. She never really wanted to get into the whole drug shenanigans, but it just kind of happened. Her boyfriend, also known as my future father, had pressured her into trying methamphetamines. He said if she didn’t, he would leave her, but not before he raped her nice and long. Elysia was only 15 at the time, my father was 22. Brent was his name, and he barely had a care in the world, other then his meth of course. Elysia was captivated by his presumed outlook on life, and the danger that hung around him was so tempting. I guess Brent was pretty handsome, my social-worker told me I had his cheek bones and green eyes.”
A look of resentment was plain on her face as she stared begrudgingly at the table that separated her from the therapist. Her hands were fists, but she continued, the therapist still eyeing her with some sort of curiosity. Maybe even a little sympathy too? Who knows.
“Elysia reluctantly agreed to this deal, and as soon as she inhaled her first bit of that drug, she was hooked instantly. Her parents, Catholics by heart, had no clue what was happening to their only child. They were said to be pretty oblivious, and really only paid attention to their home and themselves. In fact, they told me Elysia sought out Brent for comfort, for her parents were constantly feuding, bound together only by their religion. Their daughter, who was being battered by their continuous arguments, and left vulnerable, had been stolen by the buzzed out man who was fated to be my father. The two of them stole away at twilight one evening, loaded with their life drugs. Brent tugged his passenger along with him, little did Elysia know that she was now merely a sex toy for the rogue man who didn’t like his sex fair and square. Forced into bed was his game, and he wasn’t quite bad at it from what I hear. He was later charged with six cases of juvenile rape, my mother’s only being thrown into that hefty pile.”
The therapist held his hand up in order to stop Gia, she looked at him expectantly, and he fiddled with his slew of papers for a moment before looking up at her, a quizzical look on his face. Gia waited for him to speak, and didn’t have to test her patience long. He spoke almost immediately.
Gia shifted in her chair, finding a new position to situate herself in. Sighing, she continued on.
“She was almost 16, her whole figure being transfigured by her…uhm…habits. Brent still looked beautiful I guess, the drugs didn’t have any affect on him whatsoever. Elysia didn’t understand why he still kept her with him until the episodes of sex began. At first, Elysia didn’t reject him, but after a while, she tried to free herself from him and return back, but she could never leave Brent’s side. The only thing that saved her temporarily was the…pregnancy.”
Gia sighed a little, her eyes dry of tears she was happy to report. The therapist eyed her carefully as she opened the book of her life.
“Brent kind of ditched her after that. She was found in an alley, sobbing, bloody, naked, and high. They took her to a recovery center where she was found to be bearing a child. Elysia was said to continually sob after she found out, but thankfully, she was permitted to stay in the recovery center until I was born. She accepted the offer, and so for nine months, she wobbled around in the house, getting aid from the pokemon and the helpers that managed to be around for her. The workers gifted her with a yanma as her companion, so when she was sent out on her own again she would have protection. The yanma stayed with her they believed, even after she had me and left for good. Probably seeking out Brent again, she still loved him for some reason. But that’s where my knowledge of them ends. I am thinking that Elysia is probably in some sort of rehab center, and Brent, well I don’t know where he ended up. They never managed to find him.”
The man nodded matter-of-factly and shuffled his papers some more. Gia paused, waiting for his input, already feeling a bit uncomfortable. The man looked up at her and solemnly smiled.
“Now, tell us about your story Gia, I think that will help me out in getting to know you even more.”
Gia nodded in eager agreement as she continued.
“I was born on March 3rd in the Veilstone Woman’s Recovery Center. They said I was born right after the first strike of noon, which I think means I was born at 12:01. But, anyway, Elysia was then wheeled into the care facility while I was sent over to the hospital via the Center’s Dragonite. There I was nourished and such, and as soon as I was healthy and able to survive on my own, they then turned to the orphanage. I think I spent two years in that place, I can’t really remember what happened while I was there, like I said, I was only there for two years and such so how would I know anyway right? On the eve of my third birthday two people came to the orphanage together. I had heard that they lost their firstborn only a short time ago, and was now looking to adopt. They specifically stated that they wanted a daughter who was younger then the age of five. Belinda had lost a daughter, which was why she wanted one. Grant just went along with it, he was happy they had chosen this alternative, it was much easier than going through pregnancy again. He didn’t want another miscarriage that would threaten Belinda’s life, so adoption was on the top of his list. They told me I was playing with the boys at the time they arrived, that I was on the top of the dog pile, waving my arms and laughing as loud as I could. They told me they instantly fell in love with me and had to have me for their own. Belinda carried me out of the orphanage, me resting on her hip as we walked away. Behind us a Spoink happily followed, bouncing to and fro in constant rhythm. And that’s kind of how I got started on life. I think I missed the boys at the orphanage though, because I vaguely remember going with Belinda to visit them from time to time. But usually with every visit, the amount of “brothers” that had once been there had decreased. I wasn’t sad to see that they disappeared, but I did wish them well, wherever they were. Belinda and her Spoink always came with me, they didn’t like sending me there alone, because they didn’t want me to end up like my mother. I always told her that the tram wouldn’t break down or anything, but she said as long as I didn’t have a pokemon, her Spoink, which she had donned Demeter in honor of my “Greek Heritage”, would watch over me when she couldn’t. So for like, six years, that Spoink and I were inseparable. Demeter only quit her accompaniment when Belinda happened to be around. I felt like, as a child, Demeter was already my pokemon, but I could always tell that Demeter loved Belinda way more then she loved me.”
Gia fumbled with her wristwatch as she explained what she had known. If Demeter knew that she thought this, she would know the Grumpig would immediately deny it without hesitation. Too bad Gia knew that Demeter only became hers because of Belinda’s death. The therapist waited patiently, captivated by her story for some reason Gia didn’t necessarily understand. She had never found her history to be interesting, it was merely a story anyways. Maybe they were paid for their psycho understanding skills, Gia wondered.
“Sure. Okay, well as I was saying, I couldn’t ever be left on my own because of Belinda and her affection that dwindled in the extreme. So, on my own, I snuck over to my friend’s house at the time. I think I was eight now, very much ready to attain a pokemon of my own. My friend happened to live on my street on the ground floor of her apartment building. Her mom was a breeder so they always had a variety of adoptable pokemon out in their yard. So at like noon, when my mom and dad were busy cleaning up our apartment and stuff, I biked over to Melanie’s house with the full intentions of coming home with a rare pokemon in my possession. Unfortunately when I arrived, Melanie happened to be bedridden with the flu and only her brother and father were home and in movement. They were very nice, inviting me in and asking me very politely what I was doing there. I told them that I needed a pokemon and as happy as one could possibly accomplish, they led me to their little patch of front yard. They had a lot to choose from, but they said that most of them were newborn and quite feisty. I watched in wonder as numerous rarities flitted into and out of my vision. There were eevees, trap inches, swablus, even bagons and dratinis. It was incredible that they had managed to breed such rarities, but as I swept over them with my eyes I saw a lone snover sitting in the corner all by itself. You could say I was curious, so I asked Matt the reason behind its idleness. He told me that the snover had been here for 7 years, and no matter how many times they had tried to give him away, nobody wanted a common pokemon that could be found in Snowpoint. My heart turned to mush over hearing that so instead of surprising Belinda and Grant with an eevee or dratini, I brought back the Snover that uh, kind of won my heart. He was so happy to come back with me. Gee, I think I even got a bit teary due to his affection and clingy nature. I didn’t understand why no one had gotten him before, he was a real cute guy and was so fun to have around. Even Demeter warmed up to him, although she kept her distance. At first, Belinda didn’t necessarily like the newly donned “Damon” but found that it suited me better if I got to have my own pokemon to tug around, and not just hers. Damon and I were nearly inseparable throughout the years of my adolescent hood. I trained him a lot, always constantly making sure he was in the fittest condition possible. He seemed to like battling at first, he didn’t mind getting pent up against Melanie’s growlithe, even though he was at a weakness. I think his lack of fighting spirit came when he strengthened to a rate where he was beating those in Veilstone. You see, as a snover, his punches weren’t that powerful, and he definitely wasn’t the strongest guy in the world. Nobody was really afraid of him. Now, when he was one of the stronger pokemon, his cuteness faded into this grotesque form. I had to remind him that he was who he was, because sometimes he didn’t understand why so many people feared him now. I felt so bad for him… But he continued to be who he always was, and the people in Veilstone eventually warmed up to him. And as we both aged, we wanted desperately to become independent from Belinda and Grant. Now, I loved them both immeasurably, but I heard about how many children leave when they are my age and go out on adventures with their pokemon acting as their escorts. I wanted to join them, for Melanie had gone as well. I begged Grant, because at this time, Belinda was becoming sick. Grant told me to wait until Belinda got better, but I hated waiting, I’m not a very patient person you see. So, one night I snuck out on my own with Damon by my side. It didn’t last very long though, guilt overrode me so I turned back. When I returned, Grant told me he had checked Belinda into the local hospital because she had collapsed that morning. Now, what’s that word… oh yeah, angst. Angst flooded me and I didn’t know what to do. Grant took me to the hospital to go see her, and I looked over her frail form like I was studying a masterpiece. I was only 14 at the time, Belinda and Grant were both in their late 30’s. This is why I knew, or at least thought I knew that Belinda would not die. The odds were against it, she was young, thin, and active. But on the day she…uhm…”
Gia looked down at the table, her hands tight on her knees. She hated discussing this, she just hated it. Tears began to fill her eyes and she had no power to stop them. Belinda, sweet Belinda. She had loved that woman so, so much. Grant was nothing compared to her mother. Sniffing, she sighed and furiously batted at the tear that had managed to escape her optics. Laughing in an awkward manner, she continued.
“On the day she passed on, the doctors explained that she had been living with an undetected brain tumor that had been progressively growing for the last four or five years. The pressure on her brain tissue caused the collapse, and the meds they used to rehabilitate her only made her fall into a worse state. They apologized of course, but that didn’t matter. When I got home, I ran to my room and cried, cried until Grant brought in a plate of food. I stopped sobbing, but I couldn’t stomach the food. I don’t think I ate for a while after that. I just know that that was when Demeter and I grew close.
“You see, as soon as Belinda was announced dead, Demeter was the one struck hardest by it. She had been Belinda’s one and only pokemon throughout her life, and she couldn’t believe that she was gone. Belinda had never allowed for her evolution, but as the spoink wept at our home, she experienced the transition with a sad heart. When I found her in Belinda’s room, she was no longer a pig’s head attached to a spring, but a Grumpig. What overtook me then was a sadness not only for Belinda, but for the pokemon she had left behind. I couldn’t help myself, I walked over to her and hugged her and we both cried. I think that was the day she pledged her loyalty to me, but I’m not quite sure. It happened around that period though, and that was when I finally said goodbye to my father without a second glance. I had intentions of never going back there, but I keep in touch with Grant. We call each other from time to time, but he never comes out to visit me in Remoor. I don’t think anybody would, considering the current situations. Anyway, I started my journey like any other person would, training up my pokemon, challenging gym leaders, and so on. I met some good people, and some bad people too, but that never moved me much. I was confident of my abilities, I had to rare pokemon on my side, and encountered even more rarities on my journeys. Of course, I never added to my team much, but when I turned 16, I was invited to visit Kanto from a friend who was from there. I couldn’t refuse, and so I took the nearest ship out there, planning to join my friend in Celadon city to hit the game corner out there. We didn’t know that it was owned by a team pledged to doing evil biddings. I did pretty well, earning a lot of coins and stuff. At the end of the day, we went to the prize area and exchanged our coins for prizes. I was lucky, or at least at the time I was lucky, to be presented with a Scyther. He seemed pretty promising, not being afraid of virtually anything at all. My friend earned herself a Dratini, and we were both happy with ourselves. The next day I bid farewell to her and booked a room on the S.S. Anne. It took me out to Sinnoh again, and there I continued my training. I was pretty skilled actually, by 18 I had earned all 8 gym badges and was noted a force to be reckoned with. I never challenged the Elite Four though, I was too busy to try something that risky. Besides, I was busy trying to find a Metal Coat in order to evolve my Scyther. He impressed me in such ways that I thought if I could evolve him, I could gain an even stronger asset to my team.”
Gia sighed, grinning smugly as she laid back, her tears leaving her eyes altogether. Her attention now focused on Abraxas. The idiot who had once been gifted with so much potential. The fearless asset to her team. Gee, she couldn’t even see him like that anymore. He was now extremely fearful. It must have been that faulty metal coat that gave him a split personality.
“My friend, the same one that accompanied me to Celadon, told me she could get me a Metal Coat for free. I instantly accepted this offer, and in two months time, I had a Metal Coat in my possession. It was kind of an off color, but I didn’t pay attention to it much. I gave it to my Scyther, and in a few days, he had become a full fledged Scizor. But, well, I should have paid attention to that. Abraxas wasn’t the same now. In fact, I felt as though he had switched himself with another Scizor. He was now afraid of absolutely everything. He had gotten stronger though, but anything pertaining to the poison type and he would immediately call himself back. It was the strangest thing. He never acted like that before, and now he was the scaredy-cat of the group. He detested fighting even more then Damon did, and would whine my ear off every time I let him out of his poke ball. I didn’t let him go, and still have him in my possession, but I can’t stand him anymore. I only ever bring him out for battles and such. And maybe once or twice on special occasions. Oh yeah, and I have to get him these stupid and pricey dehydrated berries. It’s the only thing he’ll eat. God, he was such a nice addition to my team to…”
Gia continued to vent about Abraxas, but the therapist looked rather bored from her constant bashing on her Scizor. He wanted to get to the part where she had come to Remoor, and become who she was today.
“Oh…okay.”
Gia said, startled he had spoken up, he hadn’t spoken up at any other time.
“Well, I was still 18 when I heard of Remoor. I felt as if it were a challenge that needed to be challenged, and so, as naïve as I was back then, I boarded the next ship out there, and was surprised to find a war-ridden region that seemed to be ridden with some sort of plague that had killed off most vegetation. The people there immediately took us all to a small sanctuary that actually looked somewhat clean of the effects of war. Nada Citadel was where I began my journey throughout Remoor, and also where I got familiar with both the Rangers, and the Pravus.
“It is said that they were a few main triggers behind the war, but I wouldn’t know, I just arrived there. But just seeing the region that probably once was beautiful now ravaged by that hand of man tickled my spine. I blamed it on the evil organization, Pravus. I hated them even though I knew nothing about them. The rangers on the other hand, presented and symbolized the remnants of the good people that remained. No longer was my quest to scour the lands, but to join in their ranks and prove to be worthy of being tagged as a good asset. I was blinded by morals, and didn’t know that becoming a ranger meant no spectacular income, and what struck me even more was the fact that not all rangers worked toward the same goal. But I didn’t care, all I care about was rising through the ranks, which proved to be no more difficult than beating out gym leaders. The higher ups admired my dedication and strength and before long, I was a ranger. I noticed how one man took some sort of interest in me. It wasn’t an intimate thing, no, but it was intricate. He approached me one night and told me he was willing to promote me to a rank that would definitely prove much more awarding then the one I previously held. I agreed almost immediately, and then I entered training, for uh, a special position that only five others held other than myself. I didn’t know who they were, or where they were based, I wasn’t even allowed to know their names. But that didn’t really bother me, I was just glad that I could be one of them. The man I worked with taught me all sorts of things that benefited me physically and mentally. I am still a ranger though, but his benefits make me a better one I suppose. I became stronger in both ways and so did my pokemon. Just understand that the only reason I would push myself this far is to see this place that must have been home to numerous pokemon rejuvenated. I strongly support the Rangers and pledge myself to them.”
Gia stated a matter-of-factly. The therapist nodded in wonderment. She looked him over for his input, but the therapist merely scribbled some more notes down on a piece of parchment before looking up at her again, grinning.
“Sorry, that information is classified.”
Characters Pokemon:
Name: Demeter (goes by Demi)
Gender: Female
Species: Grumpig
Age: 32
Level: 36
Personality:
Demeter is definitely the most mature and the most motherly. She watches over Gia constantly just as Gia’s mother did before she passed. Because she was once Belinda’s pokemon, she feels that she has the responsibility to take care of Gia as if she were her own piglet. If the atmosphere is tense and violent, Demeter will not hesitate to throw herself into battle if the time calls for it. Relying on her excellent defense, Demeter is definitely one immovable force that can be brutal if needs call for it. Out of all three of Gia’s pokemon, Demeter is the most tense and quiet. Humor doesn’t suit her well, and a scowl is always present on her face when she moves about. Being Gia’s original pokemon, Demi sees all others Gia obtains as futile and worthless. Gia only needs her and her alone, and Demi does not understand why her trainer cannot see the logic behind this. Being a Psychic Pokemon, Demi can access the thresholds of Gia’s mind if allowed to, and can even communicate for her if needs be.
Attacks:
- Amnesia
- Confuse Ray
- Zen Headbutt
- Psychic
- Psybeam
- Psywave
- Thunder Punch
- Mirror Coat
Name: Abraxas
Gender: Male
Species: Scizor
Age: 9
Level: 29
Personality:
Allergies, allergies, allergies. Abraxas is constantly ranting on about how the weather affects his medical health, and how if something foreign were to enter his system, he would be subjected to certain death. He is very picky about his food, and is extremely paranoid when it comes to germs. An extreme germaphobe, Abraxas will not allow anyone to touch him, even if it meant life or death. Did I mention he thinks he’s allergic to everything the world has to offer? The only thing he will try to stomach when it comes to food are vacuum-packed, dehydrated berries that Gia constantly has to buy for him. Abraxas is a real complainer too. He’ll whine about the weather, the time of day, his outlook on life, Gia’s job, anything that happens to be occurring at the current moment will be commentated with a rather snotty tone by the Scizor. Demi loathes Abraxas, and constantly shoots him glares that could be classified as deadly, but he doesn’t care, he has the upper hand when it comes to dealing with her. Damon rather enjoys his personality, his annoying manner proving to be comedic relief that suit’s the Abomasnow. Gia could shoot herself, but she doesn’t, because suicide is wrong. At least he can be relied on for his extreme speed and deadly crit. rate.
Attacks:
- Focus Energy
- Iron Head
- Pursuit
- Agility
- Giga Impact
- Metal Claw
- Bug Buzz
- Swords Dance
Name: Damon
Gender: Male
Species: Snover
Age: 20
Level: 30
Personality:
Known for his big heart and rumbling laugh, Damon is the most lax of Gia’s party. Being a giant snow monster, many people feel the need to run away from poor old Damon, but if they truly knew him like Gia did, they would know he is almost completely harmless. Gia usually refers to him as “Old Man” Damon for his sunny demeanor and wisdom, but mostly because of the fact that he looks and acts the part exactly, even lacking the will to battle. Although he is merely a Snover, he is very wise and likes to call everyone "Skipper", even Gia. Damon doesn’t necessarily enjoy the concept of combat, nor the reality of what it can do. If forced to partake in this process though, Damon can certainly pack a punch with his infamous Solar Beam. When he has a successful hit on an opponent, a loud “I’m so sorry!” is usually the consequence, at least he hasn’t forcefully tried to kill anybody, Gia doubts he would ever have the guts, and he seconds this. The Snover is the force behind the team, but he usually refrains from using this stock hold of power.
Attacks:
- Ice Punch
- Mist
- Razor Leaf
- Ice Shard
- Swagger
- Icy Wind
- Avalanche
- Solar Beam
Rpness:
She lay there, still as stone, her eyes focusing on the minuscule cracks that traced recurring patterns on her ceiling. Her limbs were sprawled in random positions as a thin blanket covered only half of her body. Sighing in a rather slow manner, she attempted to free herself from this delightful prison that held her in the vertical stance. Light outside her window urged her up, but its attempts were futile as the warmness of her blanket clouded her mind with sleepy thoughts. Her conscience urged her to escape, but her body was unwilling. It was so hard to hear her mind speak when fleece caressed her skin every time she breathed. Turning over so her cheek now dominated the pillow’s fluffiness, she looked over at her clock, watching the blearing red letters pierce holes in her vision. 6:33. Not to late. 10 more minutes won’t hurt… She was eager to drift off once more, but guilt wouldn’t let her. She just lay there, still, and after 10 grueling minutes, she finally urged herself out of her bed, sitting on its side and cracking the knots that had developed over the night. After every pop, she winced until no more could be fixed.
As reluctant as she was, she was also somewhat excited. Today was Saturday, her day that was spent lazing around her dorm in hopes of not getting summoned for some unwanted excitement. Now of course she was rarely home, which was why she enjoyed the days where she could sit around and do nothing all day. No headaches from Abraxas, no lectures from Demeter. Just her, a cup of coffee, and the open expanse that was television. She hurried to her closet, throwing a dirty t-shirt and a pair of jeans on her little cot, and her belt that held all she needed if called to the job. Her first instinct was to take out the capsule that held Demeter’s most likely snoozing form, but she decided against it. For some strange reason, she took out her Scizor’s ball instead, and tossed it with the release pressed so the bug-pokemon could rejoin the interactive world. Maybe it was because she was still a tad bit groggy, because once he was on the loose, a stream of slurred complaints made her regret ever taking him out. Sighing, she walked to the small kitchen/living area where her coffee machine lay. Abraxas on her tail.
:; Dammit Gia! If I spend one more day cooped up in that thing you call ‘a pokemons second home’ I’m going to die! You know how claustrophobic I am! ;:
“Oh shut up will you? Nobody else thinks they’re all that bad. Besides, you’re automatically put into sleep mode, so you wouldn’t even notice anything different inside your ball.”
Gia retaliated, putting a coffee beans into the maker, and a cup of hot water to go with it. Abraxas, still muttering something about Pokemon Rights, took a seat on one of the wooden chairs that lay sprawled near a tiny table, stained with numerous substances that were classified as unknown. Gia waited near the coffeemaker, her eyes glued to it as she watched the black liquid drip agonizing drips into the glass canister below it. Her fists were clenched as she watched, only moving to fetch the appropriate necessities that went along with her morning energizer. Cream and sugar were tossed onto the counter, and as they hit the wood, the little coffee pitcher indicated that it now had one cup’s worth of black coffee. She eagerly grabbed a mug that lay facedown on a dish cloth, and poured the coffee into it without a second glance.
:; You do know coffee is bad for you right? All that caffeine and ginseng and stuff? It overworks your heart and eventually can lead to heart disease. Oh god! I think I might have accidentally inhaled some of it when I came in after you! Oh God! Oh God! Gia call the paramedics! Oh Lord have mercy on my poor soul! ;:
Abraxas wailed, falling from the chair and raising his claws in a way someone would if they were asking for repentance. Gia ignored the first half, only caring about how much cream and sugar were added to her breakfast. As soon as this was complete, she turned to him and snarled.
“I’ve been drinking this stuff for 3 years! I know damn well that it takes a lot, and I mean a lot of this shit to kill you off! Besides, you‘re a pokemon for Christ‘s sake. You can handle it.”
She seethed, her daily migraine blossoming so early in the morning. Her foul tongue was only a side-effect to this catastrophe, and was the kind of thing she avoided at 6:45 in the morning. Too late to avoid it now though. Rubbing her temples, she soaked her throat with the steaming hot substance that was thick with her favorite creamer. She only paused to take a breath before her lips were at the cup’s mouth again, hungrily slurping at what she could of the remnants of her drink. As she did so, Abraxas continued his whining rampage.
:; Pokemon were created to live in nature, and coffee isn’t natural. Who knows what it does to those who haven’t built up an immunity for it? Gosh, can you just get me my dehydrated berries please? ;:
Gia pointed at the other counter that situated itself opposite to her. Upon it were two bags of dehydrated Sitrus berries, both opened to minimize complaining. The Scizor went over to the table and picked up the yellow fruit, examining it.
:; Wash it. ;:
He demanded, and Gia, who had just put her cup down, took the berry and rinsed it with tap water. Mumbling to herself about how Abraxas hated nature too. He was so irritating… Gia handed him his berry abruptly, and watched with loathing as he nipped at it before sighing and swallowing it whole. Gia held the corner of the counter as she rinsed out her mug with the sink once more, flipping it over and placing it on the dish towel as soon as it was clean. She ignored Abraxas’s protests for another berry to be washed, and his complaints about how he wanted Razz Berry, and not Sitrus. It was now 7:03, and she managed to plop herself down on her couch, the cushiness enveloping her whole. Abraxas pranced around the small space as he tried his best to wash the berries himself. As he did so, Gia flipped on the TV. The signal was awful of course, but she managed to flip it to the news station. She settled down and listened to the woman’s frantic voice that spoke of yet another Pravus situation. When weren’t they on the news? Gia watched in a humdrum fashion, watching as Abraxas took a seat beside her, his wings tucked into his back, and his feet upon the cushion. For some reason, he hated his feet on the floor when he sat.
The phone rang then, and Gia winced as it rang. Her ears throbbed from over usage, and she weakly grabbed the phone, pressing the send button so the caller was connected. She hadn’t bothered to look at the I.D, not caring at the moment who it was.
“Hello?”
She muttered groggily, waiting for the person on the other line to respond. Abraxas watched in contentment, his ears picking up on everything the person could or would say. He happened to like eavesdropping too. What a wonderful companion.
“Hello?…”
She asked again, curious now.
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