Name; Luna Celestial
Age; 14.
Gender; Female.
Place of Origin: Saffron City, Kanto Region.
Pokemon; Marill, Espeon, and Pidgeot.
Occupation; Pokemon trainer / Coordinator.
Appearance;
Background Information;
Luna was not abused, her parents were not killed, nor was she a social outcast of the society. But rather, she grew up a normal life in Saffron City. Just one thing: She hated pokemon. It was possibly because when she was younger she was attacked from an angered tauros, but ever since she was frightened of the "monsters" her entire life.
Until one day, when her father decided it would a great idea to give her her own pokemon, a chubby little marill wrapped into a large, pink bow. The cute thing terrified her at first, but her trust for it began to grow larger and larger. Then, she finally decided she would make a difference in the word as a pokemon trainer.
Personality;
The young girl always had a cheerful attitude, perhaps it was because she was a skitty pokemorph. Her favorite hobby would be smiling, something odd enough, and she did it daily. Though, easily, she could cry over the smallest things -- such as falling on the ground, cutting her hair, or watching a scary movie. It was strange for most people, how she can be joyfully giggling and then suddenly burst of in sobs. Then again, that was Luna Celestial for you.
Writing Example;
Every day was a routine for him. The same verb; kill. It wasn't as if he enjoyed it, he never did like the pitiful cries. They hurt his ears, anyways. But it was his job, a lifestyle he chose. And he knew that there were no regrets in life: just lessons.
A sharp, yet small cold breeze swiftly cut at the male, making the black cloth tied around his visual aid. Obviously, he was visually
handicapped. Or rather, blind. But being handicapped made his senses more acute; he could smell the very faint trace of blood or fear and hear the footsteps of his victims miles away. Having this, he was given such a high position as an assassin and was looked upon from the others as a god.
Though, they had no obvious opinion on him. He showed no emotion to the others. Emotion was for the pathetic and weak, or so his father told him. Father also told him to go into the monster flames that engulfed him and his mother. He told him that it was a test.
Lucky to him, his body was less scarred then most would have. It only cost him his sight; a small price to pay for his life. And here he was, in the petite town, searching for the small description his father gave him: "A small, young female with golden, brown hair and quite charming, at the least. But don't let her innocence fool you -- Oh, Tsukasa, like I have to tell you." Some would have taken it has an insult, but he didn't take it as anything. Just his job.
Heavy, black boots stomped on broken concrete as he headed from the edge of town, finding itself to the smell of fear. The black trench coat did not weigh down the slender seventeen year old, for it was on his back since his tenth year. Or the heavy metal belt.
"Reaper. Come here."
His voice was so monotonous, so uncaring. And as he spoke, coming from the shadows of the park was an unusual colored scyther; black with red, piercing eyes. It chanted, "Sccyy. Scy."
"Our victim is near."
Name;Tsukasa
Age; 18.
Gender; Male.
Place of Origin: Goldenrod City, Johto.
Pokemon; Scyther, Marawok, Tauros, and Swellow.
Occupation; Pokemon Trainer.
Appearance;
Background Information;
[Please read above Writing Example for Tsukasa's History].
Personality;
Tsukasa is quiet, some what unsociable at times. And other times, rude and sarcastic. Some think he's a monster, on the road to kill anyone in his path; but rather, he was just an assassin. It was his job, and he could not quite. He put his hand in honor as a child. Since he's blind, he usually doesn't judge people by their appearances, but rather at the tone of their voice.
Writing Example;
[Above.]
