Post by eclair on Sept 13, 2008 19:11:00 GMT -5
The Player:[/IMG]
OOC Account: meggiemaccat
Age: More than old enough
Activity Level: Unknown (I can be crazy-active, but sometimes I just vanish)
Other Characters: Cinder
Basic Character Information:
Name: Eclair
Alias: Ekkie, Experiment # 3C1A1R
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Allegiance: N/A
Position: Pravus Experiment Escapee (a.k.a. Unemployed)
Species: Pachirisu Morph
Sexuality: Straight
Hobbies:
- Dumpster diving
- Arts & crafts (the kiddy kind)
- Making stuff out of technological refuse
- Learning everything she can
- Solving puzzles
Likes:
- Shiny things
- Anything sweet (especially Oreo filling)
- Spinning and going really fast in wheelie-chairs
- Hugs (giving and receiving)
- Cute pokemon
Dislikes:
- Making people upset
- Bullies (and Pravus)
- Hospitals/Doctor’s offices and needles
- Bitter and/or sour things
- Self-flushing toilets (finds them bizarre)
Physical Appearance
Information:
Hair Color: White (mostly)
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5' 6"
Build: Starved (Curvy & slender later)
Other Appearance Information:
For the time being, her figure displays the signs of neglect-induced starvation, being a bit on the bony side, although not necessarily to the point where she’s skeletal. Her entire body is covered in a very short fur, white over her entire body with only a yellow circle upon each cheekbone as well as blue eyebrows. A thick curtain of white hair cascades down past her posterior, and would be even longer were it not for the odd curl at the bottom reminiscent of a pachirisu's tail. This curtain of hair has a sky blue stripe down the back, and three frays of hair reminiscent of the spikes on the tail of the electric squirrel she looks so akin to. The twin bangs framing her youthful, brown-eyed face match the hair down her back in exact miniature, curls coming to alight just slightly upon her collarbone. Her ears are pointed and elfin, covered in a light coating of blue fur that matches the stripes in her hair, and are capable of movement akin to a feline's ears. The pearly white teeth within her mouth contain but one flaw; the two front teeth of her upper jaw are a little bigger than the others, the edges of which together give the appearance of a half-circle or upside-down arch.
Note: I'm not describing her outfit yet because... well... she doesn't have one at the moment. XD I'll edit when she does, which will be soon.
Personal Related
Information:
Personality:
To most people, she's the perfect example of what would be called a 'spaz', but although a good summarization of the true meaning, that's not quite it. Through a Pravus-funded experiment to try to home-brew scientists - taking a normal person and increasing their brain function - her thoughts race so quickly that keeping focused on a single topic for any significant length of time is a rather difficult thing for her to do. She does have the rare moment where she'll focus on something she finds important to the exclusion of everything else, becoming so single-minded that there is no room for any other thoughts to present themselves, but this is a rare instance that tends to only show itself in the face of an emergency. Her body seems to be in synch with her mind, seldom being able to sit still for a great length of time except when she finds it supremely important to keep still, and her single-mindedness kicks in.
Both of these quirks combine with her innate curiosity into a rather dangerous combination - a swift-moving, swift-thinking young lady who has a very bad tendency to shove her nose into things she really shouldn't. There is a way outside of purposefully triggering some kind of crisis to keep her occupied and away from dangerous things; give her several things to do or play with at once. Even if it's not an important task, she will attempt to see it through to completion, although she will spontaneously drop one task to do something else, but that's the reason for there being several tasks given. If you give her just enough things to do or play with, she tends to be happy enough cycling through those to leave other things alone, although there's always the risk of there suddenly appearing something interesting enough to derail her mind from the cycle completely.
If one looks past these quirks of hers to the true nature beneath, they will see that she is a well-meaning, sociable person who wants to make those around her happy. She is also typically happy-go-lucky herself, but it’s a far cry to claim she’s happy all the time – she does have the capacity to be sad, and there are things that do make her sad if she takes the time to think on them, especially things in her past. Although she knows they preserved her life when it might have been more lucrative not to, Pravus has taken something from her she cannot forgive them for - her older brother’s freedom. Because she cannot think of a way to save him from his bondage, as tight a noose as they have cinched around his neck, she tries her hardest to live life to the fullest on his behalf. She knows his only wish was for her to be happy – he told her so himself just before they were separated – but she still wishes that he can find happiness, too.
History:
Nobody knows who her genetic mother and father are, but that’s a bit of a given when one is the spawn of ‘genetic donations’ matched at complete random. Yes, Éclair was a test tube baby; an infant conceived and formed within the confines of a womb-mimicking capsule deep in the bowels of Pravus’s laboratory. Not only that, but the scientists overseeing her growth altered her DNA in the very beginnings of her formation, resulting in her forming into a pachirisu-human hybrid. The day she developed enough to be ‘born’, they released her from her confinement, and handed her off to the designated caretakers.
So she grew up in a world of cold, only tended to in the ways necessary for her to survive and grow up physically healthy. They taught her those few things that needed to be taught, such as feeding herself when she was big enough to hold the utensils on her own, but she was otherwise left alone with all the other children in her ever-changing group. The reason it was ever-changing was because, all too often, her peers would be found dead, either from genetic defects, illnesses that were too expensive to cure, or accidents during their play. New children from groups that had grown too small to keep them separate were introduced, and thus the ages of the children within the group began to vary. One day, a young, sickly raichu morph – the sole survivor of his entire group – was brought into hers.
Caesar.
The others, some knowing that outsiders brought in on their own tended to make whoever they touched sick soon after, and some simply following the example of those that were older, stayed as far away from him as possible, and he in turn steered clear of them. Éclair, not knowing why everyone was avoiding him, but not liking the fact he was crying in a corner by himself one bit, approached him. For the first weeks, he treated her with the same cold indifference as the others, but when they realized Éclair wasn’t getting sick by being near him, they became curious instead of fearful. From their collective prodding, he opened up a little, joining in their games when invited, but obviously preferring to keep to himself.
It was years before he began showing signs of taking a turn for the worst, only having an unusually high number of minor illnesses. One day, while playing a game of catch with everyone, he collapsed in a twitching heap. The other children instantly panicked, thinking he had contracted some kind of horrible and contagious illness, but Éclair was more concerned for her friend. She followed the Pravus doctors and scientists who came to help him, despite their attempts to brush her off. The fact they didn’t even try after the first few ‘go away’s made her even more concerned.
A few hours later, while sitting in the hallway outside the room where the doctors and scientists finally brought his convulsions under control, she overheard a pair of them discussing exactly what had happened. He’d had a seizure – most likely brought on by his particularly high pokemon-to-human genetic ratio – and they were puzzling over how to best go about treating him. She might not have seen him again if, when he finally came to, she hadn’t rushed into the room past one of the nurses, and he hadn’t ardently protested to her removal. Nervous he would have a relapse from the stress, they had allowed her to stay, and left the two alone to talk. After telling him what she’d overheard, Caesar had explained to her what the scientist overseeing his particular case had told him; that his genetic code was unstable and he would be prone to various medical issues for the rest of his life because of it.
Though concerned for him, she hadn’t cared the least how this would affect herself. When she’d been growing up, the group had gone without emotional care aside from each other, and as would happen in a group, certain members grew to adopt certain roles. She just happened to adopt the caretaker role, and had comforted her peers when everyone else would turn a blind eye. Sensing that his need was greater than everyone else’s now, and that there were a few good candidates to take her place, she remained with him, and the adults allowed it since those that had company tended to fare better than those that were left in loneliness. Over these years, their bond strengthened to the point where they regarded each other as siblings.
By the time Caesar was eighteen, and Éclair sixteen, the scientists and doctors had together come up with a combination of drugs that would keep his seizures under control – a feat considered by them a fantastic leap over a difficult hurdle to the creation of more pokemon-like pokemorphs. And it was just in time for Pravus to reap the benefits of their efforts. Just barely a week after Caesar and Éclair were returned to the company of their peers, before they could reacclimate themselves into the group, two Pravus recruiters came. After a discussion alone with him, outside of Éclair’s hearing range, Caesar returned to tell her that he was now a member of Pravus proper, and would not be able to see her anymore. She’d cried, and begged him to change his mind, but he told her he did it for her. When she asked why he needed to, he gave no answer. Instead, he asked her to try to find happiness.
A year passed, and in that time, without Caesar depending on her for necessary moral support through his trials of health, they experimented upon her. They began injecting her and several of her peers with a specific genetic sequence intended to speed up her thinking process, giving her the minimum dosage recommended by the geneticist who had created it. In the process, they sped up her brain function too much, causing her to be unable to hold a single line of thought for very long. All of the others suffered a massive brain failure brought on by too much activity. Before they could experiment upon their sole surviving subject further, trying to determine what went wrong and how to make her a fellow genius rather than an ADD victim, a recently upgraded, even more recently gone rogue Porygon Z abducted her, whisking her across the information super highway and beyond their reach.
Characters Pokemon:
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Name: 0ZZ13 (Ozzie)
Species: Porygon Z
Age: Unknown
Level: 23
Personality:
His primary function was once to infiltrate databases on behalf of Team Pravus, but since having a taste of freedom has found it much more to his liking. Instead of escaping right away, however, he'd waited until someone else - someone better versed with this world that was so strange to him - needed assistance in escape. He marvels at the world commonly referred to as 'reality', exploring and gathering information on everything he can possibly think to, but feels most at home within his virtual environment. Hence why he doesn't stay in a pokeball - he makes himself right at home in a PDA stolen from Pravus's lab. As he's only been upgraded a short time ago - this also catalyzing his sudden wish to leave Pravus behind - his personality still needs a little fleshing out, but what is known so far is that he's curious and eager to learn anything, even how to battle. It's entirely possible he could pick up the traits of his current 'trainer' - the pachirisu morph he helped escape from Pravus via the information super-highway - as he often takes to mirroring her actions as best as possible. Whether or not this would be a good thing or a bad thing is uncertain. Fortunately or not, he has yet to be able to mimic her vocalizations, only being able to communicate in robotic beeping noises similar to those made by R2-D2.
Attacks:
- Tackle
- Trick Room
- Conversion
- Conversion 2
- Psybeam
- Agility
- Recover
- Magnet Rise
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Name: Tommy
Species: Rotom
Age: Unknown
Level: 22
Personality
A snarky little prankster, his one goal in life (or is it afterlife?) is to have as much fun as possible. He uses his ability to possess electrical objects to its fullest potential while performing a prank, and is in fact what most of his pranks are based upon, resulting in runaway lawnmowers, demon-spawn toasters, and upchucking slot machines. He does not prank at the exclusion of consideration for the safety of others, though, although some of his pranks can seem quite hazardous from the perspective of those being pranked. Often times he just doesn’t take the time to think of just how dangerous a prank is; he knows well enough to stay away from pranks with a high likelihood of killing someone, but thinks that satisfactory. When he does hurt someone with his pranks, his initial reaction tends to be to blame the victim, but he knows whose fault it is and, when he can accept that, he’ll do whatever he can to make it up to the victim. He doesn’t brood on mistakes long, though, dropping them deep into the back of his mind soon after making amends.
Attacks
- Trick
- Astonish
- Thunder Wave
- Thundershock
- Confuse Ray
- Uproar
- Doubleteam
- Shock Wave
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Name:
Species: Munchlax
Age: 4 years
Level: 12
Personality:
Having been cast out into the streets of Nada Citadel because his trainer could no longer afford to feed him, this little munchlax has been lead to believe others will like him better if he eats less. But he cannot fight his natural urge to feed very long, ending up binge-eating after brief periods of starvation, and is very unhappy with the sheer size of his naturally large appetite. Due to his self-induced malnourishment, he is even less energetic than most others of his kind, spending a great deal of time not spent eating napping the day away. And his sleep is very restless, awakening to pangs of self-induced hunger, as well as suffering from bouts of sleepwalking. What little time he is neither sleeping, eating, nor fighting the urge to eat he spends in reflection on his own misery, emitting a great amount of sighs and occasionally bursting out into tears. Under the care of Éclair, however, he may come to accept that he is a big eater, that having this appetite perfectly fine, and that he needs to be happy.
Attacks:
- Metronome
- Odor Sleuth
- Tackle
- Defense Curl
- Amnesia
- Lick
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Role Playing
Sample:
Cinder was so antsy about being discovered, she gave a short squeal at the sudden reappearance of Kreacher, but upon noticing it was just him she calmed down a li- Cat. The realization resounded in her head - cat, feline, mouser, whatever way she looked at it she couldn't shake this inherent fear at the appearance of the Espeon. But she did not squeal; in fact, she went completely silent, trying to shrink and make herself as unnoticeable as possible. That was going to be hard with the flame on her back still burning, nevermind that she'd already been spotted.
When the Espeon asked what had happened, not harming her for the moment, Cinder nearly stammered out the reply, but Kreacher's cold and absolute command stunned her. It wasn't his physical strength alone that made him imposing; with an imposing voice like that, he could order around almost anybody. Then his voice went quieter again - or maybe even quieter than it had been before - rambling from a genuine concern for her she found utterly shocking to... to something else.
She held her breath with the universe after his last statement, that moment of pause in his speech dragging on for what felt like an eternity. He wanted to disappear? And there was something... about humans? Humans did this to him? Until the Psycic came and rescued him? She'd heard third-hand tales of the cruelty of humans from clones she'd met back... back in her happier days, but this was a first-hand summary. She'd never really liked humans much, from what she'd heard about them, but this solidified her dislike of them into borderline hatred.
Despite how little a change it would seem to anyone who could pick her mind, it was actually major - she was a gentle-hearted being whose loathing was not incurred easily. Hurting someone who didn't deserve it was one good way to get on her bad side, and though he sounded violent-minded now, it seemed the humans were responsible for this. But she couldn't bring herself to hate them entirely; she knew first-hand there were some cruel clones on the island, as well as good ones, and so she just couldn't believe an entire species was bad. Maybe most of them, but certainly not all, right?
She only wondered this in a deep corner of her mind; she felt guilty for doubting the wisdom of those who knew these things from experience, whereas all she had to go on was a thinking she used to apply to every clone that was spoken against - give them a chance to disprove any ill reputation others attributed them. After that one fateful night - after realizing how naive a life's motto that was - she'd felt she couldn't afford to do that anymore.
All of that thinking flashed by so quickly, she'd lost track of her surroundings, had let her fire simmer back down into the holes on her back, and let out a startled squeak as a painful prickling sensation came over her injuries. An instant before she mistakenly burned Espeon's tail, which was rather close to them, she fought down the impulse to flare her flames up again, as she quite suddenly realized it was only a healing. It had been so long since she'd been healed by a clone with this power - an abra equally as sagely as the bellsprout, despite being younger - but still had a distant, instinctive memory that the sensation was a help rather than a harm. It just took a little while to kick in.
Asked again what had happened, Cinder's irrationally suspicious mind drew a momentary blank on what to say, or even whether or not to say anything. But it was ridiculous - some psycics could rip information from your mind if they wanted, and she had not the mental defenses to protect against such probing. She also didn't know whether or not it was painful, so she really may as well tell. No need to make it harder than it needs to be.
"I... was attacked..." she said, in the same stammer as when she'd said these same words to Kreacher, but her voice had the strength of rejuvenated health and a lack of pain to meeken it. "I don't know who they were; I couldn't make them out in the dark, but..."
Then she realized, living in the Tower, this feline that wasn't hurting her at all might not know how things were in the Realm.
"The others... they want to be in the Tower, and they know everyone else does, too, so... there's fighting all over the place..."
Although she tried to keep her composure, she was still very young, and possessing of a tender heart, so tears began to stream from her ever-squinted eyes, blurring her vision of both Kreacher and the Espeon.
"There's almost no trust, and what little there is gets destroyed by the really desperate ones. Everyone has to pick on the ones that're weaker so they can get stronger so they don't get picked on and I don't get stronger because I don't want to fight!!!"
She was half-screaming by this point, clutching at her face as twin rivers of tears flowed down her cream-hued fur, the things she'd wanted to scream into the night finally breaking the wall she'd put up against them and flooding out.
"I just want my friends back!!!"
Suddenly she stopped, realizing what she was saying and how loudly she was saying it and whose hearing she was probably damaging as a result, wiping her tears quickly from her face and trembling as she squeaked, "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."
She didn't understand why it had turned from a simple statement of fact into an entire rant, and although she'd been expecting to be turned out the moment she was well once she'd realized where she was, she was now fully expecting to be kicked out. It was really rude to shout at one's superiors, and she was a member of the absolute lowest rung on this ladder.
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