Sweet Child of mine.
Ooc: Room for one more? ._.; I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that i'm not turned away simply for the sake of overcrowding. I promise I won't disappoint. Okay, here goes nothing. =)
Name: Minnie Laeticia Jolicoeur
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: By those few who happen to catch a glimpse of her form and body structure before they can steal a glance at the radiance of her face, Minnie is considered to be a well-rounded girl. Constructed seemingly to perfect size and shape proportions, Minnie stands modestly at a height of 5'6', a stature seen as the "ideal" height for those sought out by the creators and designers of the runway, being neither too tall or two short, but grazing as close to perfect as human height will ever come. Minnie has never thought anything of this, however, choosing to remain indifferent to this vain and otherwise useless fact of nature, as she secretly wishes she could've been constructed less dramatically, at a meager height more like one of other girls, to blend in with the crowd as inconspicuously as possible instead of drawing all male eyes to herself. While 5'6' is tall, for a woman especially, it isn't this fact alone that tends to single Minnie out in a sea of people. She sports a thin, yet atheltic frame, and isn't at all wiry to say the least. Where most women could complain only of dripping flab, Minnie proudly sports well-exercised muscles, muscles not obtained from lifting weights or exerting herself in the Mini pool at the local Gym, but by committing herself to actual hands-on fieldwork, via the tedious and demanding travels of an aspiring to-be Champion. With hardened Triceps and thighs, and with what many men would admire as "buns of steel", and a trim stomach, by body alone, Minnie is quite the catch. But when one strays up the pleasant and average curves of her bosom, having only one thing and one thing only in mind, they are always caught immediately offguard by what they find up there instead. A pair of icey eyes, so bright, and clear and blue that they appear to some as a "Never ending lake of reflection, indomitable spirit, and toward the bottom, the tumultous undercurrents, despair". Her eyes alone are enough to lure people in to Minnie, which surprises her, as they are of an average shape, and an average shade, or so she thinks. She brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, "She's got the eyes of the bluest skies", and anyone, friend or foe, stranger or most intimate companion, if they are honest people, will all tell her the same thing. Her eyes, her whole eyes, from the Forget-me-not blue of her iris to the deep, dark abyss of cobalt that be her pupil, she can see people. See people not just for who they are at the moment, but through the ages, see an aging process, mentally note a different attitude, a different beat within them to which they march against others to. Naturally, this unique intuition makes her the perfect person to seek for advice, as she reads people, and not only people, but other living creatures well, and is usually ace at spotting out their intentions, oftentimes what they are before they even know them themselves. A tiny smile always graces the thin, lengthy lips she wear on her face, a sort of self-conscious but brave smile nevertheless, a noble one, with that hidden element of fear always creeping behind it. When in battle, this semi-confident demeanor will harden into one of a calculated coolness, teeming with confidence as she takes on a newer and bolder demeanor. Other than her piercing and soulful eyes, Minnie is structured more or less normally, in the lovely fashion of a wild but still roughly gorgeous Rose. Her ruggedness might be the most attractive part about this young female, her bold and brave nature, and soul even in the face of fear, the bare and natural landscape that is her skin, unpainted, but emanating radiant beauty still, a beaming glow of self-assured confidence, what is or at least should be truly the only recipe for a beautiful individual. A long, rippling curtain of wavy chestnut curls falls just to Minnie's shoulders, a think and healthy mane that, instead of something fruity of florally scented, smells of sunshine, heat, the scent of the earth after a fierce downpour, always with the lingering undertone scent of Pokemon. As far as appendages go, Minnie's hands are small, but nevertheless strong, and callused from years of hard work and firsthand experience. Her feet are sculpted larger and longer than those of the average woman, but are really nothing to gawk at, and something she, in her optimistic mindset, sees as something with benefits, as not only does it contribute to her job, part-time female hero of all things weak and helpless, full-time gutsy Pokemon trainer but also adds a fair dosage of good balance for the athletic female, which, in her job, is a definite bonus as there can never be the possibility of an accidental slip, she must always be quick and light on her feet.
Outfits/Accessories: Clothes aren't of vital importance to Minnie, and the few leisurely outfits she's obtained are all variations of one another. Paisley has always been a vice for Minnie, and as uncomplex and natural of a person she is, the pattern suits her well. On most days, she can be found in a soft, pastel pink and pale brown Paisley-patterned dress, that falls to just about lower thigh. The dress is form-fitting, starting from the actual Spaghetti-straps of the dress clinging desperately to the gentle curves of her shoulder and upper chest, to which the actual fabric of the dress itself starts, down to the wing-like shape of her spaced hipbones, in which the dress lets loose and flows downward in a concealing curtain to the bottoms of her thighs. As Minnie has always been somewhat challenged in ways of matching and accessorizing clothes, she sticks to a single simple gold-chain necklace, on which the end hangs a tiny golden figure of a kneeling Treecko, head bowed over in what seems to be a moment of prayer. Depending on the mood of the weather, Minnie's outfit varies. When strolling around the Campgrounds or fishing on the Beach wearing a simple pair of blue jean cut-offs will suffice, over which several random and disarrayed patches are roughly stitched over several nonexistent holes, one patch being of a red hankerchief design, the other a checkered pink design, and the last being of Orientalish theme and nature, sporting a pair of Spindas bent over in a bow, decked in straw hats and holding chopsticks in their pudgy paws. With this outfit Minnie wears a pair of Paisley Watermelon-themed Flipflops with tiny, lime green bows tied on the thongs, and with her other outfit, calf-high cunky Rubber boots, which seem to have no logical fit or shape, and are actually rainboots. In a bit of childish indulgence, they are the same pastel pink as the Paisley pattern on her dress, but are decorated with imprints of various randomized Pokemon looking as if they were sketched roughly by children, and are colored outrageous, a Lime green Pikachu, Yellow Doduo, Fuschia Umbreon, etc etc. If not wearing her flip flops, she is always wearing these boots. Minnie prefers light travel to the nuisances of lugging her entire wardrobe around with her, so not much was able to be brought with Minnie when she arrived in the Johto region. A checkered knapsack containing a Pokeflute, several Pester balls, a laptop, a and the book she never travels without "The ridiculously big and ginormous illustrative manual of legendary must-knows and folklore", which, more out of enthusiam than vitality, she never travels without, resulting in stuffing her knapsack to the max. A couple of puppets are also strewn at random disarray in Minnie's pack, another spontaneous curiosity, reflecting the girl's blithe inner child, and her fascination for all materials Pokemon-themed. One of these puppets is a soft and worn-out looking Chimchar, angry in appearance, his knitted brow fixed downward into a venomous scowl. The second is a Totodile, his mouth gaping open into what is an ecstatic, toothy grin. The third is a Bidoof.. Naw, kidding. The third is an Eevee, a wary smile fixed onto its face, a fat sweatdrop trickling down the side of its face. The fourth is a courageous Mudkip puppet fixated into a crouching position, mouth stretched open in preparation to launch a Hydro Pump. A Heart scale is tucked away down into the recesses of Minnie's pack too, chipped and dull with the obvious wears and tears of age, but nevertheless special and irreplacable to Minnie, as it was given to her by somebody special seemingly long ago.
History: The story of this wild and spirited young girl began on the very outskirts of a Pokemon Ranch, a large, beautiful and sprawling Pokemon Ranch where the sky seemed to be the limit, the majestic horizon stretching on endlessly, for miles and miles, as far as the eye can see. A Ranch that, had the loving couple operating it been just a little less selfless and a little bit more concerned for their own gain, could've been an elaborate and decadent place, that could've easily been gilded, or at least sold to the public for a heft amount to be modified, to be plowed and pave over, and lit up brighter and more brilliantly than the peeking naturality of the rising and setting sun, with Neon and Gas light, electricity, cobblestone, and sidewalks for pople. It could've been transformed into a Pokezoo, a full-time big top Circus, but it wasn't. The people, a hardworking and young couple, ambition set as high as the full moon and stars hanging overhead, so beautiful and pure in this natural setting than they radiated thrice as brilliantly their pale and gentle starlight than in the city, had envisioned a different scenario for this place. They saw it, as a safehaven, not just for abused and mistreated Pokemon, scapegoats of hardhead and greedy trainers' failed dreams, but as a sanctuary for the neglected, a place for the unappreaciated, a home for those wild Pokemon who never wished to be settled by human hands and words and ideas, whose homes had been destroyed in the feeble attempts of humanity to domineer anything. They saw Oddish sawying in harmony with one another, letting off their sweet and grassy earthy scents into the wind, mixing with the churn of dry dust upturned by skittish Ponytas' hooves as the young Colts staged mock battle in play with one another, the Fillies scattering at the slightest unnatural sound in the distance. Here, Tauros calves could graze contentedly side by side, in harmony with one another and with the Miltank who rolled at their side. The young couple had a dream of mending all the broken odds and ends of Pokemon, the beasts that Humans had left in despairing ruins. They hope to not only change the lives of these Pokemon, but to change the world, to provide an example. It took many years, and much blood, sweat, and tears were spilt in order to make this dream a reality. Fences had to be built, shelters, terrains had to be placed in preparation for the admittence of hundreds, perhaps even thousands of Pokemon, Wells and watering holes had to be dug.. All the while their funds were being poured into this self-sacrificing project, the couple lived in a tiny shack, a shack that was later elaborated and renovated into a much bigger, lovelier and spacious home, but in the moment of trying to realize their dream, was left barren and shoddy, until the places for each and every type of Pokemon they could think of was secured. Years past, and still the couple toiled away, but finally, their dream was complete. As they stood, atop one of the many shaded hills the Dark-type Pokemon tucked themselves away in by day, and crept out of by moonlight at night, the woman smiled at the man, wiping a thin trickle of sweat from her brow. It had worked, they had finally made it happen, with years of selfless and backbreaking work. Pokemon reposessed from Team Rocket became whole again, and were mended in both body and spirit here in this place, scarred and unwanted Pokemon of abondonment found love again here, with others of their kind, and with the people, who were always willing to lend a listening ear or a helping hand to help out the creatures they accomodated. But after several years, as the woman was beginning to notice the slightest trace of wrinkles in her face, and when the man started noticing he was becoming tired much more easily now, the woman lamented that they would leave their legacy behind to nothing, to no one. What of the Pokemon when they aged finally and became no more? What of all the babies they had reared to final evolution themselves, and more importantly, what of them? Many a sleepless night had endured when Pokemon they had welcomed in with open arms multiplied fruitfully, and they had been left to hatch alot of the younglings tirelessly themselves. But every time the woman had watched an infant Pokemon emerge into the world with wide and curious eyes, she longed for a baby of her own. She expressed this hidden desire, the one she had tucked away for years and years to dedicate herself to the Pokemon, but time was running out. The man at first refused obstinately, fearing for all that they had worked and sacrificed for, but eventually softened at his wife's pain, and figuring that there could never be enough animals run And so the Darkroses had one, a miracle baby they had tried for for months seemingly when he first began to emerge as just a tiny puff in the woman's stomach, and grew, and grew, and grew. The child was born, eyes squinched stubbornly against the world and fighting as he came out, screaming and squalling, tiny fists balled up as if to fend off the first thing that came at him. But as his slowly calmed, and opened his big, bright and beautiful eyes, an aura of wonder enveloped him seemingly, and had never left his since. It seemed that only a few months after little Kenji emerged, a migrant family stumbled along into the fields the Darkroses maintained for the animals, the couple a dirty, dusty, scrap of a pair, the woman clad with a dusty headrag and dress in tatters, the both of them carrying all of their belongings in just a tiny knapsack, half-starved and broken down from seemingly months of fighting to survive. The couple begged for a home, and for food, in return for working doing the odds and ends, the dirty work even, of whatever needed to be done, as they had figured that a big place as this one would be maintained by people filthy rich, who, in a pitying moment of human compassion, might let them on for a few pennies and three good square meals away. The man, Mr. Darkrose, was just about to kindly refuse this offer, the two weren't heartless, they felt for this poor couple, they really did. But their funds were exhausted to the max after having little Kenji, and they knew that as their child grew, he would only become more and more expensive and time-consuming. How in the world could they be expected to support-- And then the woman halted in her fainting, jostled little Kenji up in her arm, and motionlessly, lay a hand on her husband's shoulder. The woman's rag of a dress was hanging in tatters, but tight against her abdomen, as a little tiny bump was just beginning to emerge. It was.. She was pregnant! So after reconsidering, the man agreed to take the man and his wife on, and it was there, in the same house Kenji had been delivered in, that little minnie was born. Whilst the woman remained pregnant, Kenji's mother waited on her hand and foot, keeping the two clean and well-fed inside her expanding home, making sure she was given the proper nourishment and care to birth a healthy baby. And she did, for while Kenji and Minnie's father toiled away at a modest but adorable little charming family cottage for the Jolicoeurs to live in, little Minnie arrived. The duo born only months apart from each other, it seemed as if the fates themselves had aligned these two tiny and fragile little souls to be best friends. It was destiny, as the children, starting from the time they could both crawl, were never apart from each other. It took a full year and a half for the cottage to be furnished, hooked up, and made a suitable place for an infant to live, and in that time, little Minnie and Kenji became inseperable. For Toddlers they behaved strangely, offering each other toys out to the point where neither would take it for fear of the other being without. They were very perceptive about each other, and each other's whereabouts, and while little Kenji wouldn't cry out when his mother or father left him alone in the room for a few minutes, if Minnie was gone for even five minutes, the baby would burst out into hysterics, thrashing and screaming and crying miserably until she was returned to him. The two did everything together, slept, ate, even-- Well, let's just leave it at that. When he first learned to walk, he wouldn't use his legs until she had accomplished the feat for herself. When she taught herself to ride a Bike, a vital skill to be developed in the making of becoming a Pokemon trainer, she ran tirelessly at his side to help him get the hang of it. When Minnie and her family moved into their own little quaint shack, the two Tots were so anxiety-ridden, not used to being apart for so long, that the parents would take turns alternating between the two. They were as one big family, and it didn't end there. When Minnie and Kenji became old enough to wander, and explore, and tear things apart, as inevitably all young children's minds want to do, their parents unleashed them onto the Ranch. Many a valuable lesson was learned by the toddling twosome, as not to creep up behind a Ponyta, pull on a Ninetales' tail, or hurt a Teddiursa's feelings in any way for consequence of what the bigger, scarier version would do to you. As they grew older, and their bodies began to change, to morph, from the spry and shapeless, strinkingly similar childish form into something new, for Minnie, curves and ridges seemingly sprouting in every which way she turned, even in places she didn't imagine, and for Kenji, layers of awkward and childish fat slimming down into a limber, slimmed figure, years of hard work and management of the Ranch at Minnie's side gone unnoticed or unrewarded as muscles, triceps, emerged from the questionable mold his body was shaping into, though the two best friends' bodies were shifting uncontrollably, before their bewildered and frightened eyes, their feelings hadn't cahnged. That warm, glowing affection each felt for the other couldn't shift into something of teenage lust, not after they had spent their entire lives practically as one person, and this one rare and precious fact that few, if no others can proclaim, kept them always from giving in to hormones, from letting lust soil what love had created. Instead, the two spun slow, sweet and simple times together, being joyful and delighted that by a rare stroke of fate, they had been allowed each and every day together. From racing on Ponyta, and then years later, galloping on Rapidash through the fields and valleys and canyons comprising the Ranch, to staying up the whole night, so weak from crying over the underserved or unexpected death of a dear Pokemon friend, clinging to each other for dear life as if they didn't, they wouldn't be able to stand on their own, to simply just laying under the stars, trying to contemplate the universe, how long it had been there before them, and how long they had left in it.. With each other. And about the mystical Pokemon who reigned over this sacred realm: The three legendary birds, Articuno, Moltres, Zapados. Rayquaza, King of the Skies. And, their eyes would settle on a particular constellation, a proud but humble figure peering down at them from two twinkling diamond eyes, Arceus, the God of everything that ever was and will be. The two were very interested in these Pokemon, inconquerable dreamers, who one day aspired to meet these Pokemon through some means, together, and to find out Why, discover the meaning.. But times were becoming hard. Less money was available, and both families suffered it. The Darkroses and the Jolicouers as a result had no money, and as a result, bickered bitterly, sometimes with each other, sometimes with their own spouses, until the Pokemon were consuming too much of the funds needed for the families to survive, to put food on the table for their own children, who were being made to go with just a little less every day, soon to which were both at the point of skin and bones.. It was around this time that the occaision soon arose to commemorate Kenji and Minnie's seventh birthdays, and both were especially excited, because long ago, they had been promised their first Pokemon apiece, as chosen by Kenji's parents. The adults, of course, in the heat of all their arguments and stress making ends meet, were immediately put to shame by the kids' fresh and naive excitement, as they had still yet to discover what was going on. Of course, finding a spare Pokemon to equip each child with was no problem, the Ranch, after all, hosted now thousands of Pokemon. Which was the exact problem. Too many happy Pokemon, too good of care, and too many surviving and long-living Pokemon babies. The Darkroses had no choice, but to turn heads hung shamefully low to the darkside, to the waiting, greedy clutches of Team Rocket, who had had their gleaming eyes set on the Darkrose sanctuary for some time now, seeing the multitudes of all those thousands of tame and willing and open-hearted Pokemon yearning to give back to the people who had given them a second chance, a chance at freedom and at life. The problem was too many Pokemon, not enough money, and the Rockets' problem was a never-ending supply of money, and no effective, efficient way to equip its organization with powerful Pokemon. The Darkroses knew what they had to do, and feeling shamefully as if they had betrayed the two wonderous and curious little individuals the children had become, though they were three years too young technically, equipped them with all the supplies they could scrounge together, handed them two Pokemon apiece for protection, and assistance in making money, and with faux smiles as big and fake as the dirty deed they were masking for their protection, sent their children off into the world with a quick peck and a wave, tears stinging at their eyes, realizing that the two had nothing now but each other. And so, their children tossed to the lions, fed to the den of Wolves, in a world too fast-paced and advanced and hectic for minds as simple, and absorbent and pure as their own, the Darkroses did something regrettable, did something unforgivable, that would curse them, and plague them, and haunt them to the grave and beyond, beyond the hell and heartbreak they'd be forced to endure this life into all of eternity.. The abused Pokemon they had worked so tirelessly to rehabilitate, the starved and battered and bruised magnificent works of Arceus they had nourished, and nurtured back to strength, the unsuspecting victims that were the Pokemon in their youth, and in their primes who were born on this range, were sold. Out of ten thousand, seven thousand were sold off, called forth to the corrals on sweet and friendly pretenses, and then, in a moment of brief and fleeting horror for the Pokemon, on realization that the Human friends and parents that they had loved and trusted throughout their entire lives were traitors, those seven thousand went berserk.A fierce battle, one, that for miles around was heard as Armageddon, and people to this day, if to be interrogated about it, would recount the nightmarish sound, the ugly and harsh, broken and unnatural shrill sound of the Buneary, presumably the sweetest Pokemon in creation, filled the ordinarily harmonious and peaceful spanses of silence, this wild sound playing to the side of armed human engaging in battle against the rearing, brazen and flaming Rapidash, exerting for fear or emotion, but an unusual, chilling iciness, as the lead stallion, no longer a friendly and nickering Colt wobbling his way into the bright and beautiful world, a world as young as the creature seemingly himself, but now an average Pokemon turned hellion, forced to fight, savaged and perfectly honed hooves poised to strike at the people who had reared them. It was a battle, it seemed, of the rebellion of Arceus himself, for the people, hungry for power and for money, were herding up and pinning down what they had created, no, what Arceus had created and they had been loaned, for own material greed and wealth. The battle ensured all day, and as the final clouds of ground dust settled, the effects were devestating. The Rocket Goons and Grunts sent to retrieve all the Pokemon, with nets and tranquilizer guns, and bigger, nastier Pokemon than the Darkroses had raised, looked down, somewhat bewilderingly, at the dilipidated Pokemon population, on the same hill the Darkroses had stood overlooking their sucess, the reaped and gathered fruits of their labor, now, as the dark skies in the distance turned overtop one another, a dissatisfied child kneading clay inside chubby hands not quite even sure yet what they're creating, against a muffled rumblig, that seemed to be eminating from a fierce battle inside the Heavens themself, and as the Rocket goons looked up, and out across all the maimed and mutilated, impaled and gored bodies of thousands upon thousands of Pokemon, the blood draining them as quickly as their life had once defeat was near, and laying, motionless, stilled. Eerily wide-eyed, shock spread out across the naive and blank unsuspecting canvas their bestial faces once wore, unable to comprehend such a near and unnatural end. And as the rain began to fall across the horizon, beating down as fiercely as the claws of the corrupt Pokemon the Rockets had used, sent as a million and one harpoons down from the skies above, each and every human and Pokemon present thought, for a few moments, that they saw God. The two thousand shivering and scarred Pokemon who had somehow outlasted the skirmish were rounded up, and out of memory of a death of the five thousand brothers who could've just as easily been them, complied easily, losing all integrity, and dignity, as they allowed themselves to be first captured, and then loaded into crumpled cardboard boxes in the backs of unmarked, windowless Vans, and drive to their certain inevitable doom. The Pokemon would either have to surrender themselves to the undercurrents of malice and corruption, or die trying to break free. Meanwhile, the two intertwined children were oblivious to this, so caught up in a feverish excitement about being two traveling trainers, finally out on their own, and together of all things, which they had each secretly dreamed to be, just their four bumbling and still-infant Pokemon at their sides. For Kenji, a Sandshrew and a Magby. For Minnie, a Houndour puppy and a Mareep. Delighted to finally have Pokemon to call her own, she dubbed them 'Moko' and 'Cherris'. The duo traipsed the lands together, collecting badges here and there, collecting them at their own leisurely and unhurried pace, just thrilled to be spending the time together. The pair were in mid-completion of the Kanto region, and had collected the badges in a frenzy as fast as their feverish spirits were allowed, but by the sixth badge, both had grown restless and were feeling stifled by the mundane repetitiveness and predictability of the Kanto region and similar battling strategies of every Gym leader encountered so far, having grown up in the Kanto region the majority of their young lives. In this time, the two children were approached by a young Ponyta with a limp, a proud creature, and though they offered it their kindness and attention, seemed to wild, too fiercely proud, with an undertone of mistrust to allow them anywhere near them. And so Minnie vowed to catch it, confident that Cherris, who she had put her heart and soul into training, would easily have this one in the bag. But as Cherris, poised to strike, was met with an agile and easily matched tackle, it proved that only necessary to knock the pup to unconsciousness. Minnie, in tears and in obvious shock and embarrassment, this being the first time that either one of her or Kenji's precious Pokemon had fainted in battle, was in a fit of despair over the tiny dark Pokemon, who was proving unresponsive, to her voice and to her shaking. Seeing Minnie so distraught evoked a wrathful rage within Kenji, and ducking his head, determined to catch the fiery little Pokemon, seemingly inflicted but still not without his own bite, send out Sandshrew. It was a no-win situation from the start, but that didn't stop the brave-hearted and bold little Colt from holding his own in battle, and driving Sandshrew down to the fine point of dizziness, in which it seemed that, though the obvious type advantage, both Pokemon were evenly matched. After a sand attack to blind the opposing Ponyta, and a final Scratch to end all, the battle was drawn to an end, as Ponyta was brought to its knees, and recalled by Kenji. He didn't feel right to just claim the little Fire Horse as his own, and in a gesture of childish cuteness, the likes of which an audience would now squeal out "Awwwwwww!", Kenji shyly presented the capture Pokemon to the silenced Minnie. But after triumphantly proclaiming the Ponyta 'Cinders', and noticing that Kenji was seemingly only happy because the little offering had evoked a little smile from her, she mellowed down, and proclaimed the Rapidash theirs. And Arceus watched over these two children, plucking them as toddlers and moving them from harm's way intentionally more than not, and when the path of danger was inevitable for the two unsuspecting children, the determined God would simply just remove the threat itself from their path. The children weren't without their own set of hardships, though, and as they struggled to support themselves, each other, and the four Pokemon they both considered, if only subconsciously, equally theirs, they knew that simply just training wasn't going to win their bread. And, ironically, or maybe not so ironically.. (The coincidence was too sweet and alluring for the progressing teenagers that it had to be more a stroke of destiny, or fate, or a little mixture of the two), the now sixteen year-olds Kenji and Minnie, no less smitten with one another, but still too awkward and desperate to cling onto the blithe and carefree nature which they had approached each other with always up until this point, refused to let the hidden romance surface.Laden with more than enough money between the two of them, Kenji and Minnie wrote their parents to tell them that they were coming home. Minnie and Kenji felt that their journies, temporarily at least, were over for now, and that it was time to return to their roots, the place they had first set off from, or rather, been ushered away from more than eight years ago, and be welcomed and embraced by their families, both Human and Pokemon, the dear old friends that they had been hastened to leave to take a long breather. What they were in for was no "Pallet town party" welcome home ceremony, though Kenji's parents had done the best they could to spruce the place up. Minnie's parents had broken off long ago from the Ranch, settling along the coast somewhere to work at a Fish packing plant, but had been vague in why. And now, Minnie could see it, plain as day. The sun seemed to shine everywhere but on this godforsaken patch of earth, and the whole Ranch, the one and only place the two had been able to consider, and cherish as their "Heaven on earth", the Heaven that someday, after they had made a name for themselves, their place to return to. But the earth here was barren, grass still grew, but sprouted up awkwardly, brittle and dry like the hair of an aging man, in spare and crusty little patches. The watering holes were but cracked depressions in the earth, and the trees, in some dramatic fashion of silent mourning, and untold pain, seemed to have recoiled in themselves and shrunk, but not before shedding all of their leaves and standing barren, ugly and mishapen, deformed in the Summer atmosphere, but still standing nevertheless, and Minnie instinctively knew that the trees, out of some barbaric act they had experienced, had shut down and blinded themselves in the agony. Kenji and Minnie were puzzled, and then the depressive and tragic atmosphere took a toll on them, and they bled nothing but despair. Even worse, not a single Pokemon was in sight. Out of the thousands that had once roamed, and even swarmed the house, not a single Pidgey whistled, the friendly nickering of the Ponytas were absent, there was no guffawing and squawking of the mocking Chatot insulting each other from afar. And the scene, still, but no less gruesome in their eyes, tugged at their heartstrings. Wordlessly, they listened, as Kenji's parents, in a gentle and well-meaning tone tried to explain that what they had done was what they felt was the best and the only right answer at the time, and so the two adolescents, still feeling very childish, and betrayed now, betrayed as the Pokemon who had been slaughtered in trying to be enslaved, learned of the real reason they had been sent away. "We didn't want to break your poor little hearts.." Kenji's mother had tried to explain, on the verge of tears. But were their hearts any less broken now? The answer was no, no they weren't, they were even more so, because the two realized, with a throbbing sensation of guilt, that they had been out cohorting around while all this was going on.. If only they had been here.. Wrecked with grief and sadness, the two left within the first twenty minutes of arriving, after a heated confrontation between Kenji and his parents. After caging and killing and silencing the thousands of his brothers, here before him and Minnie even, and unable to stand the thought that the blood was on their hands, and not only their hands, but his and Minnie's too, Kenji told them that he never wanted to see them again, not even in the afterlife, where, he said for certain, they would be condemned to rot away, as the poor Pokemon they had shipped off had been, he was sure forced inside their Pokeballs, when they had previously been monarchs of this once-beautiful land. And for once, Minnie was the silent spectator with tears streaming down her cheeks. The two, unsure of where to go or what to do next, but still sticking to their silent and lifelong promise of remaining together, wandered the lands loosely, battling occaisionally for a bite to eat, avoiding the media, and trying to find the solace within nature and themselves that would heal the jagged wounds that the unaccounted for deaths of all those Pokemon had left inside them. It was by chance that they began the next installment in their young lives. And so, as being two of the most promising rising star trainers of the Kanto region, were considered as worthy by Professor Willow, judged not only by the power of two to work as a single unified wonder, but also their shared fervor for all things Pokemon as the young women had witnessed an ordinary battle between the duo, and after assessing them both, hadn't hesitated to send them letters.
Personality: (If it's alright, i've sort of combined that with her Appearance. But if you need more detail on her personality individually, I can easily whip one up. I usually relate certain personality attributes say, with her eyes and what she chooses to wear, or particular accessories, and i've incorporated that into her appearance on this SU too. But if more is required, then i'll do it at your request.)
