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Heather Rockford
Age 17 | Female
Age 17 | Female
Appearance
Heather stands at a height of about 5'7". Her body build is very slender, save for the fact that her breasts are that of a very perky C-cup. In general she sports a very fair skin complexion, not being tan, but at the same time not so pale that it looks as if she's avoided the sunlight for years on end. Heather sports sandy-blonde hair which she generally keeps on the short side, reaching down to just the base of her neck. It is rather messy in appearance, and definitely more on the boyish-side in terms of style. Her eyes are a dark, chocolate-brown color.In terms of style, Heather tends to dress more in a rebellious style. When not in her uniform, she tends to wear rather worn, denim jeans and tank tops. The jeans usually sport various tears and rips in them, while the tank tops are usually dark in color, such as various reds and purples and black. Around her waist, regardless of if she wears jeans or not is a white leather, studded belt and some form of plaid or black leather skirt. This style of dress continues into her school uniform, choosing to more or less wear the male's uniform instead, with a plaid skirt around her waist as usual. She usually leaves several buttons on it undone and wears the tie in a rather sloppy fashion. One constant about Heather's apparel, is the fact she always wears a black choker around her neck and a black leather hat on her head.
Personality
Heather is quiet and a loner by nature. She does not make it a priority in life to ever make an attempt to truly get to know those around her, and likewise she does not see the importance in letting those around her get to know her. Because of her seemingly cold and distant nature, many people around her have come to see Heather as nothing more than a punk or a thug. While that sort of thinking is not entirely correct, Heather often sees no point in trying to correct them on it and is fine with people in general being afraid of her. Heather's number one priority in life is herself. Her actions tend to reflect this, as many of the choices she makes in life are usually for herself, regardless of how it may effect those around her. She tends to shrug off any moral coaching and preaching she may receive as a result of these choices, often seeing it as little more than a bother. History
Heather comes from what most would consider to be a broken family. Her father had abandoned both she and her mother when Heather was only about five or six years old. Her mother had a strong history of alcoholic abuse, so it could easily be said that Heather more or less spent her childhood relying on herself to stay alive. Because of this, she developed a strong sense of independence at a young age.For a long time in her life, Heather was usually forced to do without. Her clothes were often dirty and in bad condition. Her mother often spent any free money she had on booze and drugs, often pushing Heather's needs and wants off to the side. Many kids her own age did not seem to understand the reasoning for Heather's often unkempt and shabby appearance. As a result, Heather was often made fun of, not really understanding why everyone insisted on constantly giving the girl a hard time and making her feel aware of her less than desirable life she lived. It was only a matter of time before the girl snapped, and retaliated. She became somewhat of a bully in her elementary and middle school career. She would often get into a fight with anyone that so much as gave her a wrong look or a comment she did not care for. Her grades during this time were also absolutely abysmal.
Watching her mother as a child, one could easily say that Heather lacked a strong, moral compass that one would need while growing up. She quickly developed a habit of stealing anything that she needed or wanted. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time before teachers and other authoritarian figures became concerned about her actions, appearance, and constant trouble she found herself in. Eventually, the girl's mother would be investigated, and it was during this time that Heather was taken from her home and placed to live with her aunt and uncle in Beati.
Despite being placed in a much more positive environment, Heather's behavior and choices did not seem to change much for the better. In fact, one could say they easily got worse. Not long after starting high school, Heather found herself falling into a rather tough gang of thugs who often cut school, shoplifted, drank on a regular basis, and vandalized parks and other such properties in the middle of the night. For the first time in her life, Heather honestly found a group of people who actually made her feel accepted, and she easily made the choice to join them in such activities. The girl could easily say that she was truly happy, or so she thought.
It would finally catch up to her during her junior year. She and her group of so-called friends had cut school as usual, and made their way to a local liquor store in order to lift some booze for a hardcore party they had planned to attend later that night. The group had decided to send in Heather to acquire their drinks. Thinking little of it, Heather went into the store and began to grab various bottles of hard liquor as usual. However, this would be the day that Heather would unfortunately be caught. It turned out that the clerk had been keeping an eye out on these kids, as he and several others in the city had seen them often loitering about and making trouble. Heather tried to weasel her way out of it, even going as far as to point out her friends. However, as the police escorted her from the shop, she had found that these so-called friends of hers had abandoned her without so much as a second thought. The thought of her only true links of friendship in life being broken so easily devastated Heather.
Her aunt and uncle were absolutely mortified as the girl was taken down to the police station and received her first mugshots and had her fingerprints put on file. She was even sent to court. However rather than place Heather in a juvenile correction facility, the judge issued the girl a different sort of punishment. She soon found herself enlisted in the New Dawn Program, as a means to rehabilitate the troubled youth.
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Selena Skye
Selena's First Steps
Selena's First Steps
Selena closed her eyes, taking in the scent of the fresh morning air as she stepped from Sandgem Town and onto the entrance of Route 202. She had been on this route before, even traveling up to Jubilife City before. Granted, those previous trips were always with her parents or in the company of other trainers. Today was different, however. Today, Selena would be traveling this route on her own... and would not be returning back to Sandgem for quite sometime.
"Well... Not really alone..." Selena thought. Her eyes gazed down to the Pokéball she had been clutching tightly in her hand. Her first Pokémon was resting inside the ball comfortably. She had just received the Pokémon from Professor Rowan just a few minutes ago. The girl had thought about releasing it in the old man's lab in order to greet it properly. However, Selena had quickly found herself deciding against it. There were a lot of people working there and visiting the building today. Chances were that it probably would've startled the creature to see so many people at once. "Well, this is as good a time as any!"
Selena smiled as she tossed the ball out in front of her. It bounced up into the air, opening up to release a large red light before returning to her hand. Before her now stood her first Pokémon. It was a small, monkey-like creature with bright orange fur and a small, burning flame at the tip of its tail. Already feeling her anxiousness grow, Selena quickly took hold of her Pokédex, giving the monkey a quick scan.
"Chimchar, the Chimp Pokémon. Chimchar easily climbs the sheerest of walls and lives on mountain tops. When it sleeps, its flames go out."
Upon hearing its own name, the Chimchar quickly glanced over its shoulder. Unlike Selena, who seemed a bit anxious and excited, Chimchar seemed a bit more... relaxed, despite being startled just now. In fact, there was almost a sense of laziness to the creature's gaze. It was almost as if the Chimchar was overdue for a small nap or something of the sort. Giving the monkey a small nod, Selena knelt down to its side.
"Hey there, Chimchar. My name is Selena, your new trainer," the girl began. The Chimchar seemed rather unimpressed so far, almost as if it was not fully paying attention to the female trainer. Regardless, she continued. "I know this sort of sudden and all, but you and me are going to go on a journey to be the absolute, undefeated, best trainer there ever was. Sure, it's gonna be a lot of hard work, and it won't always be fun... But the satisfaction of seeing the look on that jerk's face will all make it worth it..."
A small smirk formed on Selena's lips as she spoke that last part. Chimchar gave the girl a rather confused looking expression, clearly not really sure of what to think of its new trainer's remark. Selena sighed, shaking her head before patting the monkey on its head.
"Don't worry about it, okay?" Selena responded, an excited expression overtaking her face. "Let's just rock face like I know we're destined too."
Chimchar did not look particularly thrilled with Selena's plans. Still, it followed along behind the trainer as she began to walk down the route. Selena had to admit, walking with a Pokémon of her own gave the girl a certain feeling of thrill that she was not quite used to before. Honestly, the girl was starting to wish that she had taken this up before. As she walked, Selena glanced down at her Chimchar and frowned.
"You know... I should give you a name. I mean, just calling you 'Chimchar' is probably gonna get annoying after too long. The problem is, I need to know more about you..." Selena mused. She took hold of her Pokédex, giving the Chimchar a quick scan once more. "Hmm... Says you're a female... You know, like me." Selena explained, pointing from the monkey towards herself as she spoke. "So... Hmmm... I know, how about Lydia?"
The Chimchar lazily looked up, giving Selena a curious glance. She did not seem exactly thrilled with the nickname that her trainer had chosen. However, the look on Selena's face told her that there probably was not going to be much of a chance to debate on her decision.
"Good, then it's official!" Selena declared, giving a wink in the direction of the newly dubbed Chimchar. Placing her hands on her hips, the trainer looked around with a calculating look. "Let's see, now... We could just head straight for Jubilife City, but... that would be pretty dull. I say we poke around in the tall grass and see just how strong you are... And I think I found the perfect target..."
Following the direction of her trainer's look, Lydia's eyes came to rest on the sight of a wild Sentret. The furry, raccoon-like Pokémon was completely unaware of the girl and her Chimchar. Rather, it seemed to be quite content with chowing down on an Oran Berry it was holding its furry little paws. Selena had no intention of actually catching the furry rodent, so letting Lydia beat up on the Sentret was the perfect way to test how strong she was.
"Alright, Lydia... Let's see what you got!" Selena ordered. Lydia glanced back up at her trainer, a small yawn escaping her lips as she stretched. Selena bit her bottom lip in annoyance. "Hey, I said go attack it already!"
The Chimchar sighed, realizing that she was not going to get any relaxation time until she did what the female trainer was telling her to do. Slowly, Lydia made her way towards the Sentret, taking a battle-ready position. The Sentret seemed to finally notice the monkey and trainer's presence. It had abandoned its berry quickly, staring at both of them with a rather nervous look on its face. Selena on the other hand, was practically giddy with excitement. She was finally about to have her first battle as a trainer, and she could barely contain herself at the thought.
"Alright... The Pokédex also said you had three moves..." Selena mused. "So, let's kick this battle off with a Scratch attack!"
Reluctantly, Lydia dashed forward towards the Sentret, swiping at the normal-type Pokémon quickly. The Sentret squeaked out in pain as it fell back, barely managing to catch itself from falling over. The nervous look on the Sentret's face was gone, and was instead replaced with a rather annoyed glance. The Sentret dashed forward back at Lydia, taking a swipe at the raccoon with quick speed. Lydia had just barely managed to dodge out of the way, but neither she nor Selena were expecting the wild Sentret to follow through with another Scratch attack of its own. Lydia fell back, whimpering in pain as she rubbed the side of her head in annoyance.
"Shrug it off, Lydia! We can take this thing no problem!" the trainer shouted. "Now, let's see that Fire Punch!"
Lydia ran squealed in response. The monkey Pokémon ran forward towards the Sentret. As she moved, a red aura began to glow around her clenched fist, before it suddenly burst into flames. The Sentret stared in shock at the sudden burst of power from the Chimchar, before her fist collided into its face, sending the Sentret flying back and falling flat on its belly.
"...Not too bad, Lydia..." the trainer said with a small smile. "Not bad at all..."
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