Name- Shaun Alexander
Gender- Female
Age- 12
Appearance- Shaun has shoulder length straight chestnut hair which is bordering on fine, and not that remarkable. Her eyes are a cold ice blue color, and she can convey practically any message to any person through a look, or a glance, or a glare. She is tall, and you can tell that she's athletic, not because she's got a lot of muscle or anything, but you can just tell for some reason. She has normal type skin without the slightest trace of a tan, which is kind of weird considering the fact that she spends a lot of time outdoors. She normally wears a white and brown striped polo, white, light brown, and gold plaid shorts, white ankle socks, and white running shoes. She also wears a silver chain with a feather supposedly from Lugia on it though she hides it under her shirt. On formal occasions she wears a knee length black dress with silver trim, delicate silver sandals with a very low heel, and a thick silver bracelet on her right wrist, she is wearing the chain with the feather, but it is hidden as always.
Personality- Shaun is a normally pretty easy to get along with, even if she doesn't like you, she'll at least act decently polite towards you. She is a brilliant athlete, so she knows a lot about being a good sport and fairness, whether she wants to be fair or not, or a good sport or not, she'll still play by the rules. It takes a strong, well aimed insult in order to make her upset, and it takes a lot to get her angry at you as well, though most of the time you can expect only to have the silent treatment for days and weeks on end. Shaun happens to be very good at silent treatments. Otherwise, she's pretty nice to just about everyone. During battles, she is strategic and strong, and will do whatever it takes to win, but she accepts losses with a smile.
History- Shaun was an athlete from the start, from the very windy night that she was born in Sunyshore City. Though her father left the family when she was young, her mother thought that it was a good thing she showed so much interest in sports. When she was three years old, she was enrolled in karate and gymnastics, and then joined a soccer and basketball team when she was almost five. She thought that sports were what she wanted to do. She didn't really care for pokemon that much up until she was nine years old. That was when she got her first taste of battling, when she found an starly in the woods that was being attacked by a chatot, and she decided to help the starly out. In the end, she battled the chatot and beat it. That was when she discovered that she really enjoyed coming up with strategies and battling others, and decided that she wanted to become a pokemon trainer. It almost became an obsession, though she also focused on her athletic activities.
Finally, when she was ten she was able to have a pokemon, her family moved to Verdanturf Town, but that year a storm struck her town, damaging buildings and felling trees, luckily, Shaun's home made it through the storm unscathed, but others weren't so lucky, and she stayed at home for a while longer while they rebuilt the city. Now she is twelve years old, and spent the last two years putting all of her effort into sports, knowing that she might not return to athletics after she decided to become a pokemon trainer. She's excited to begin her pokemon journey, though she has decided to try to keep up with sports in her spare time.
Preferred starter- Electrike
Rp Sample:
Ithilethiel plucked several plump, red berries from a nearby bush, somewhat crushing them with her teeth before she swallowed with a gentle shake of her head. She preferred meat, she would much rather have meat than these berries, but she also didn't have much of a choice. Without a pack, she couldn't hunt as successfully, and when she came back from hunting without any food, berries was what she was forced to eat that night. They didn't taste too bad, better than having to eat leaves when there were no berries and she had had an unsuccessful hunt. She plucked a few more berries from the bush and ate them, though she barely noticed their sweet flavor or their juices that ran over her tongue as she pressed them against the roof of her mouth to release their juices.
After she had eaten enough berries so that she was, not exactly full, but satisfied, she returned to the large, hollow oak tree that was her den. There wasn't much room, but it was fine for one wolf, though she couldn't stand up without bending her neck, as the tree wasn't hollow all the way through. Ithile had brought in moss for it, if she couldn't be in her old den again, she might as well make her new den comfortable. She placed one paw on the springy moss, as if testing it or something, before entering the tree, her head held a little above shoulder height, and curled up on the moss. For a few moments she stared out at the darkening forest, listening to the rustle of leaves an animal passed nearby, her mind clear for once instead of foggy, like it normally was. Then she yawned, she really was sleepy, and she hadn't had a good sleep for Sky knows when, she had slept restlessly for quite a while, and she didn't believe that tonight would be any different. Ithile laid her head on her paws and closed her eyes; she was asleep after a few short moments.
I have to be dreaming, Ithile said to herself as she stood in a fog clearing, squinting to try to see past the blanket of fog, but it was next to impossible. Instead, she walked cautiously forward, her ears pricked, her eyes alert. What is this place? I don't believe I've been here before, and if I have, it certainly wasn't foggy that time. Then desperate cries reached her ears, and, alarmed, she ran forward to see who it was. It was her pack, they were being attacked by a band of rogues, it was early morning, and most of them had been asleep. Ithile could see her best friend in the pack, Silivren, lying on the ground, her eyes half-closed no! Not Silivren! She ran over to her friend, ignoring the battle that was going on around her, "Ren?" Ithile whispered, and Silivren, Ren's, eyes opened fully, and a flicker of recognition appeared in them, "Ithile, you've got to defend the pack, we may not be much more after this, leave me, I'll be alright." Ithile doubted that, given the wounds on Ren's flank, but she knew that she would lose Ren and many more if she didn't fight as well. Staying as close to Ren as she possibly could, she ran forward to help a losing packmate, biting the attacker viciously on the leg. The wolf recoiled sharply, twisting around to see who had done that, with a growl he turned on Ithile, lunging forward, paw extended to unbalance her, Ithile jumped back with a snarl, and the opponent's blow landed on a branch, cracking it in half. Ithile continued to try to avoid the attacks while moving in for a quick nip on the foreleg when she had the chance. After a while she decided that her opponent was strong, but slow, and with, possibly, less endurance. The opposite of herself, she was weaker than most wolves, but also faster and with more endurance. With a snarl, she slammed into her opponent from the side, unbalancing him, before biting down on his hind leg, the opponent growled deeply in his throat as he kicked out with his leg while standing up again. Ithile prepared to face him again, but just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Silivren's eyes close as she let out a sigh, then her whole body twitched once before she was still, completely still. No! Ren! She could feel the opponent moving in, ready to strike, but all she could think about was Ren, she moved aside to avoid the blow, wolves of both clans were fleeing into the mist. She ran and grabbed Ren around the scruff of her neck, "fine," she snarled through the mouthful of fur, "you win, I surrender," with that, she left, dragging Ren's body, intending to head to the chestnut tree she and Ren had played around as pups, but she couldn't find it, she was certain it was here, and then she looked back, Ren's body was fading away, somehow it disappeared in a wisp of mist, and there, in the fog, she could see the silhouette of a wolf, a wolf so unbelievably familiar, "leave, Ithile, I'll be alright. Don't come back here, the rogues have taken over." "Ren?" Ithile murmured, "Ren! I'm sorry!" She cried into the fog, but the shape had gone.
"No! Come back!" Ithile said. The dream was much like the many others she had been having, it was a distorted version of the actual battle. Her whole pack had fled, separated, she doubted that she would see any of them again, most especially Ren, who had died in that battle. She closed her eyes, not wanting to remember, but she couldn't keep the memory from coming back to her, she shook her head, "go away," she muttered, "I said, go away!"
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Ithilethiel Mithrandir
One of my wolfen characters on another roleplaying site
