[PKMN FULL] Hoenn Hard-Mode! [ONE SPOT AVAILABLE] [OOC]

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Female

Appearance: Shorter than average at a mere 4' 9" with a more rounded, pear-shaped figure. Everything about Connie is round: her short-cut brown-ginger hair, her head and chin, her big, faded green eyes etc. Unfortunately Connie has little to no additional muscle or bulk; she's very frail and unfit, though her physical condition isn't anything "severe". She finds strenuous physical activity of any sorts exhausting. Her stamina and agility is non-existent. Her eyesight is also abnormal, but she fixes this with strong contacts. She has natural olive-toned skin, a light freckling upon her plump cheeks and upper arms and, of course, poor posture.

As for attire, Connie prefers longer, looser-fitting wear, such as sweatshirts and jeans. She'll tolerate longer shorts and sundresses but will draw the line at any skirt-related or anything "unnecessary". That means low-hanging jewelry. She finds its chattering very irritating. Her signature clothing item is a slightly baggy, dark olive sweatshirt whose dragging sleeves fall over her hands.


Personality: Connie enjoys practicality above all else and what she lacks in athleticism, she makes up for in intelligence. Connie is a powerful thinker, developer and organizer. She adores the act of dissecting poor arguments, tearing apart the lesser-educated and grinding them, figuratively, into the dust. She is a natural critic, a rule stickler and a humongous geek: she is a humongous super-hero fan and an avid comic book reader. And of course, Connie is the one geek who loathes the movies, which she has many retorts, that usually go on for quite some time, about why her opinion is justified.

Connie's habit of thinking far too deeply into situations can backfire, which it has done multiple times. Sometimes, comprehending a point for too long, going deeper and deeper until you hit a layer of bedrock, can render all other points previously made completely mute. And although Connie commonly acts both fiery and rigid, typically while upholding an argument, she does have key elements of anti-socialism. For example, conversing about subjects she may not be ardent about she finds fairly difficult, as well as preserving basic conversations in-general. Eye contact and posture she struggles with, as well as a lack of concern for the Pokemon she wishes to train.


History: Petalburg City; a city of serenity and tradition and the birthplace of young Connie. Misaki and Giampiero, a recently married couple on the very edge of the city, very overjoyed to successfully give birth to their only child, Connie. She had her father's last name only: Bennati. Misaki was a short yet lanky and pale-skinned florist who eventually moved onto becoming a botanist when Connie was five years of age. Her intelligence and rebellious spirit passed onto her daughter. Connie did not develop her cool-headed nature, however. Giampiero Bennati, her father, was a stone-cutter and ex-miner who ironically looked exactly like a chunk of rock. With his bulky, muscular figure, rocky complexion and graying beard, he appeared as a towering statue. Despite how rigid and upright he stood on average, his beady eyes always burned with indescribable passion for him and his family. A gentle giant he was, mostly towards Connie, and allowed her to get away with childish things Misaki was much stricter about.

The lessons taught by her parents followed Connie through her adolescence. Try new things and think outside of the box, her mother always told her. Stand up for what you believe and never forget those who support you, her father frequently said. Neither of them were Trainers; neither cared. Giampiero recalled a few hardy Machoke and Makuhita working vigorously among him in the mines back in the day. And of course there was the infamous time he'd chipped a Golem's shoulder blade off accidentally and almost lost his arm. Because of that, he claims Fighting types are his favorite and Rock types are the worst, or at least the most frightening and feral. Misaki had a pet Skitty who she adored as a child and recalls seeing a few beautiful Roselia on TV, so she says those two are her favorites and Bug types, the creepiest in her eyes, are the worst. Connie, when questioned about Pokemon and Training, at first was entirely indifferent. Some were surprised she had no strong opinions, especially about potential death, but truly Connie saw the majority of Pokemon as overly aggressive with a few domesticated ones sprinkled in-between.

If was when she was thirteen when Connie considered becoming a Trainer herself. She was exploring Petalburg with a friend from school. The two were chattering about something they'd read when a loud blast came from inside the gym. A trail of smoke began to seep from a crack between the automatic doors. It was a faint but still a sign of danger. Connie's friend ran off to call the emergency hot-line, or at least some adult help, while Connie herself boldly entered the smoldering gym. Inside, she arrived smack into a gym match. The visitor had ordered their Forrotress, out of desperation, to Explode upon Norman's Slaking. Yet they were still standing. Connie watched with interest as the trembling Johto-native returned their smoking Bug type and replaced them with a mean-eyed Feraligatr. It was able to strike the snoozing Slaking with a Brick Break: a super-effective move, the Trainer exclaimed with joy. Yet the Slaking was still standing. Norman ordered "Earthquake!" and the gym began to tremble. Connie grabbed onto a nearby wall, though the move did not affect her, only toppling the Feraligatr where it lay, unmoving. "A critical hit! Are you kidding!?" the Johto-native hollered.

The gym was eventually surveyed by some adults of Petalburg, but everything was ultimately okay. Not for the challenger, though; he'd lost tremendously, zero to four. Only the Linoone and Spinda he'd managed to KO. Slaking had completely walled his team with its sheer bulk. Connie was impressed by Norman's power and the strategy involved in Pokemon battling in-general. She'd seen it, at first, as a blood sport where the Pokemon Tackled each other until one keeled over. But now, she saw, not all Pokemon were the same. Feral they might be but, with a competent Trainer, battles could be very hectic and enjoyable. So, she began to look into it. Around her older teens, fifteen to seventeen, Connie became a huge computer and television nut. She hardly went outside anymore, unless it was to get a breath of fresh air, and almost never exercised. Her life became superheroes and Pokemon. She became obsessed with blogging: logging in everyday to criticize everything from the last comic book she'd read to the worst League match in history. Connie became what some would consider a competitive Pokemon nut: learning everything to do with typing, values, abilities, moves, etc. Her parents were not impressed with how much of a shut-in she was developing into, but her arguments and superiority with technology always beat them down. Still, they were looking for an outlet to get out into the world and away from her computer screen.

That time finally came when Trainer applications were finally being accepted. The Bennati parents were swift in applying their own daughter. She was a Pokemon enthusiast, through and through, after all. Her constant blather about everything related to Training and battling they found ironic, as they'd never, as a family, owned a Pokemon in their lifetime. Misaki was the only one with minimum Pokemon knowledge, and that only included how to feed them and clean up after them. And, of course, that advice was only limited to the Skitty line. Connie was even reluctant at first, finding it a "hassle" to travel from town to town. She was forced to adapt; her mother would not let her return home without at least one Gym Badge. She was capable and informed. She had a map, a bag and plenty of money to spend on supplies. Birch would provide the Pokemon and she'd get to choose it anyway, so there was nothing to complain about.

Was there?


Pokémon: A Slakoth with no nickname. Connie sees no purpose in giving affectionate titles to her Pokemon, as she is well-aware the probability of them dying is low, yet possible. Slakoth is Male with the obvious ability, Truant. He knows Slack Off, his signature move, as well as Yawn, Scratch and Pursuit (the last being an egg move). He has the Bold nature which Connie is not very fond of but she supposes she can work around it.


RP Sample: An excerpt from a story I'm writing. If that doesn't suffice, I'll write a few paragraphs of Connie goofing about instead.



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