Name: Violet Magdalena Capulet (I know i'm lame, but i'm stuck for last names that actually go well with 'Violet'.) :P
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Girl.
Appearance: The stature of this particular girl doesn't quite rise to the occaision, with her being a meager scrap of a girl at 5'2'. Violet's miniature frame, although petite in appearance, isn't one she can claim bragging rights too. It is apparent that both of Violet's parents sported this same vertical challenged hex, as otherwise it seems just rotten luck that somebody should turn out so puny. It isn't like Violet is scrawny, or scrappy-looking, or gaunt as in somebody suffering from a disorder. The satiated little lump protruding over her pelvic region says all, that she is well-fed, and has naught to complain about. She is just wiry, lacking all but a few of the curves that regular hearty teenage girls sport, these that she contain being the gentle swelling of her hipbones, spreading apart as the wings of a butterfly, which seems to be the only dramatic edge to the delicate young girl. The long, flyaway chestnut curls, so outrageous that they seem to stand straight on end, tearing away from the common base they share, is more than a royal pain for Violet to deal with in the morning, it taking at the very least four hours for her to burn it down into silent submission. And that's an understatement! She finds it infinitely more soothing and less time-consuming to sweep it back into a high ponytail, as cliche as this is for a rough around the edges girl to do. It isn't that she detests wearing her hair down, nipping flirtaciously at the bare shoulders she almost always brandishes, she just ties it back for shame of looking like she had just stuck her finger into a socket. To draw attention away from the rogueishness of her wild mane, Violet wears a large, white polka-dotted lilac bow tied around her mischevious curls. Pinned at the side of her head, more for decoration than actual purpose, are two barrettes, one sporting a squatting Clefairy, the other a fat Shaymin, an obviously confused, dazed look on his othewise plain face. Violet's eyes are rather large in comparison to the other features of her face, long, aristocratic Roman nose, carefully penciled Rosemay lips always tugged into a smug little rambunctious grin, one of the many hints to her Elfish personality, and tiny, pointed ears studded with a miniscule, and almost invisible pair of Eevee-themed earrings. Back to her eyes, though. Violet's eyes, the only true part of her that could be deemed officially "Attractive", and not simply just "Nice", or "Pretty", are of a startling Azure color, a freak in her genes, as her mother's are of a dull opagueish grey. These eyes, like the surface of a faceted Sapphire, seem like an eery painting to follow whoever they capture around a room, or anywhere they turn to go, even if coming directly toward her. Tiny infusions of gold can be seen on the sunniest of days, turning Violet's eyes not just into a breathtaking marvel, but a timeless gem, framed and set against strong, black settings for lashes and eyebrows. These eyes, no matter what the girl's mood, are very nearly always sparkling teasingly, a playful and archaic riddle luring even the most dull and uninterested person into its vice grip, enchanting them into doing nearly anything for the girl.
Outfit 1: A rather unexotic- looking plain white cotton dress, being hold together by two frilly pressed spaghetti straps, and several shiny brass button in the front, these buttons in the shape of large, oversized golden stars. The dress falls down to nearly lower thigh, and most notably, is covered in a pattern of tiny, printed-on rainbow stars. If observed closely, it can be seen that several Pokemon reside on these multi-colored shades and hues, but those Pokemon seem to be related to only Starter-type Pokemon oddly enough, save for a single bowing Pikachu, contained within the same start an ecstatic little Eevee in mid-jump, but not containing either one's evolutions. The garment, as mentioned before, barely grazes the lower half of the girl's trim thighs, and falls not just in plaints of ruffles, but actually drapes downward, giving the outfit a constant disheveled and wrinkled reputation.
Outfit 2: An outfit seemingly more for dress than shower, Violet refers to this garb lovingly as her "Beach Barbie" attire. It isn't worth the pain describing in exquisite detail, but it can be said that the garment is comprised of two parters, the upper form-hugging Spaghetti-strap tank top, perfect for Summer climate, and the bottom, gauze-like paper-thin Gypsy skirt, scraping loosely against the surface of her knee caps. The tank top itself is an elusive metallic white color, though it is comprised entirely of elastic and cotton, save for a smearing of colores at the bosom, where each fabric on the breast is dyed a deep Indigo blue, and left to streak and smear with the rest of the fabric as it "runs" down the rest of the tank top. The Spaghetti straps are mismatching, one Indigo blue same as the mellow color of the garment's breasts, the other a pale sandy blonde, matching the roughly etched-on design of Angel wing sketches on the back of the tanktop. To match, a golden blonde Gypsy's skirt falls to her knees, wrinkled in appearance and elastic, tattered in strip at the very ends, but deserving no further explanation. She typically wears a golden bangle bracelet with this outfits, and carries her Van Gogh "Starry Night" themed purse with it.
Outfit 3: The final favorite outfit of Violet's. This garment is the rougher, less-marveled inferior of the previous two outfits, not evening wear, and not regular daywear, but rather a rough and tumble outfit for Violet to throw on and head out to go Fishing, or otherwise dragging herself through some thick underbrush or mudpit or something. A tight, plain-white T save for a faux imprint of a Scottish plaid-themed tie, this deisgn is clearly a 2-D aspect, and not to be mistaken for a real tie, as, on a 'Survivor' type Island competition, a loose articly, ANY loose article of clothing would be more of a foul than beneficiary. A pair of short shorts run shamelessly down to Violet's upper thigh, content leaving the rest of Violet's sun-kissed legs exposed. The short shorts are folded up and cuffed at the very bottoms, and match perfectly the false tie on her Tee.
Accessories: (I'll insert Pajamas and Sleepwear here) Her night clothes, a matching pair involving a regular tank top and pair of drawstring short shorts, are both themed inthe same way, Van Gogh's "Starry Night". The outfit itself is a calm, azure blue, matching that of her eyes, and is almost identical to the painting, only aside from the celestial swirls, tiny yellow stars dot the sky, giving the pajamas a more Anime-ish theme. Four Pokemon stand in on a hill overlooking the hypothical town, their backs turned on the civility of the rest of the world, and stand in a harmonious row. The first, a Treecko, stands several feets' distance from the remaining three, gaze captivated seemingly not on the sky above, but on guarding over the trio, a certain enigma on his palm glowing as if activated by some divine power... The second, a Totodile, stands mystified, goofy grin likewise captivated by something other than the heavenly light radiating from above, staring mystified at the figure at his side, a delighted-little Eevee, this Pokemon actually paying attention to her surroundings and gazing upward, awestruck, dumbstruck to simply just sitting back on her haunches. The Totodile's squat arms are stretched around this Eevee, cuddling her close. Finally, a Mudkip stands beside the Eevee, likewise looking up, a content little grin smeared across her heroine face as she gazes off into the far, far away distance, into another time and another place... Violet's swinsuit is Horsea-themed, the actual Brassiere Bikini top adorned with a Horsea's wide maroon eyes, while the bottom, the narrow Bikini bottom is decorated with the yellow scales of it's abdomen, a swirly tail design inhabiting the back. Violet also carries in her suitcase a pair of Fushcia sunglasses, a fairly new gift from her parents she has yet to use, and the soft, worn back that she uses most often, an eery-looking Banette with a zip-up mouth for opening. In here she sotres a variety of supplies, an innate habit from her work on the Darkrose family Ranch, various potions, antitotes, freeze burns, paralyze heals, elixers, Revives, among bandages, raw berries, and also processed berries in Pokeblock form. She reads quite a few books, a secret intellect, though she prefers to philosophize to herself rather than exhibit her vast amount of knowledge. She is especially interested in legendaries and ancient supposedly-extinct pokemon, and has quite a few nonfictual books on them, as well as a few tucked-in steamy Pokemon-themed romance type novels, a guilty indulgence. Finally, and Violet prefers to keep this comfort item a little more discreet, she carries around a large, floppy Umbreon-type plushie. This plushie is special in that it was modeled after a Shiny, and unlike the common cutesy-theme of any Pokemon toy, is rather serious and realistic in apperance, with its scowling golden eyes...
Personality: A delightful girl to be around once you come to her acquaintence, Violet isn't the type to wail in defeat when she finds herself cast as the underdog in the situation, to the obvious disadvantage at a specific designated challenge due to size, strength, or otherwise Pokemon selection, and the same goes for her in all other aspects of her life. As lady luck doesn't particularly seem to trail the young female often, though thanfully, she doesn't have Violet set on her hit list as well, Violet believes in making your own luck, and if asked, would more likely scoff and pick at the notions of destiny and fate, as if not a single morsel of them existed anywhere in this universe. She is quite transcendentalist in that she believes in the power of the individual to succeed and triumph as one, though if handed a teammate, won't comaplin but rather welcome them wholeheartedly and appreciatively, contributing to the task at hand even more so than if she were tinkering away at it by herself, eager to please the one she was given to work with, and prove herself valuable. Violet has never been graced with a Pokemon, although her parents, the proud owners of several of the creatures, embraced the beasts wholeheartedly. Violet shares the same vigorous enthusiasm for the beasts, though she is rather funny when it comes to actually 'owning' one. She hates the thought of a Pokemon being made to live its life in the maximum secuirty confines of a Pokeball, and at that, being a type of Pokeliberal, would rather have one simply as a companion, not a mindless beast to manipulate and control during battle. If she exhibits bossiness to her Pokemon, it isn't because she thinks herself better in any way, shape, or form. Her sassiness comes partially from innate nature, and partially due to the fact that she was an only child, and therefore, as her parents were honest people who adored their little creation, spoiled rotten. She can tend to be a little outspoken if triggered, but this is out of social ignorance of when to hold her tongue, for she grew up in a household where her opinion was equally as treasured as that of each of her parent's, and due to this, she will blurt out whatever she's thinking, a nonfunctional brute of honesty, and one who people often avoid for her unwillingness to conform to occaisional sugarcoating and white lies. As stated before, something is off about her attitude toward Pokemon, and while she loves each that she encounters with an indominatable zest, she is saving the official title of her first "partner" for a Pokemon she is compatible with. Although ironically, signing up for a competition shellingo ut random pokemon isn't the best way to achieve a Poke "Soulmate". Around people in general, Violet is typically quiet, not prattling on meaningless small talk, and instead saving her breath for items of importance, the exception of this being of course that she has taken an interest in somebody, for whatever reason, a rare occaision indeed, for as a Ranch hand, Pokemon are the department most familiar to her, and she would just as soon hatch three hundred eggs than be pushed to start a conversation for no apparent reason. Her heart is honest, and pure, but her social skills and charisma are gruff and rugged, needing extreme work.
History: Born of rather unordinary means, Violet has a rather undramatic past. this doesn't mean she has lived her life without gaining insight from hard times and tragedy, for her current job as a lowly Ranch hand has taught her plenty about humbleness, modesty, devotion, and commitment. She has never been in a relationship, and is rather clueless and devoid of any manipulation or attraction techniques via boys. When she likes somebody, she can come across as cold, for she so much wants her feelings to be reciprocated, she practically ignores the person to the point of being cold, hoping that if they're as lovestruck as she is by them, they will comprehend her actions, and return them enthusiastically. She understands, at least, that these are the guys worth being with, if nothing else about the opposite gender. As of yet, any guys potentially interested in her as well have misinterpreted her chilliness as hostility, and left her alone. When she was fourteen, Violet's parents casually suggested that she get a job on the local Pokemon Ranch, a wealthy and cherished establishment acting not only as a sanctuary for literally every neglected, unwanted, or otherwise mistreated Pokemon in any of the four regions who could find their way there, but also as one of the primary breeding ground locations for Laboratories everywhere, specializing in starter-type Pokemon. Violet's initial reactions to this suggestion was obviously embarrassment, for she feared that her parents had picked up on vibes she hadn't known she had been giving off regarding a certain Darkrose youth, the heart-stopping attractive son of the well-off Darkrose couple, their only. Royal Darkrose was notably the most handsome member of humanity, at least to every local girl in the area. He had broken dozens of hearts just by unintentionally breaking eye contact with a girl, and was often whispered about as the Prince of the school. It wasn't the acute dashing looks that every girl in fifty miles' radius lusted over that compelled Violet to take the long route home from school every day, wasn't the taut muscled build of his torso, and the suggestive V-like muscles of his lower abdomen, sweating lightly in the hot sun that made Violet melt. Instead, she admired his confidant, gentle way with Pokemon. Without his noticing, she had stood for many hours hanging over the split wooden fence of the Ranch just watching him, racing a mixed fleet of Dodrio, Arcanine, Ponyta and Repidash on his parents' trusty Steed, a Rapidash stallion named Cinders, or marveling at the tenderness with which he coaxed a beaten pokemon to eat from his hand, the pokemon who accepted him naturally in the end, a pokemon anyone else would've labeled as "goner" by refusing its refusal to look anyone else in the eye. But Violet's parents had merely meant it as suggestion, noticing her vigor for pokemon, and making a casual connection. As acquaintences of the Darkroses, it was fairly easy to get Violet a job, while hundred of others of fickle girls' applications just wanting to get closer to Royal were declined instantaneously. Violet and Royal acknowledged each others' presence, and talked occaisionally, but each was so committed to their work and training of the Ranch pokemon, that they hadn't much time to actually converse, they were so occupied tending to the herd of thousands. Violet was accepted with open arms by all of the Pokemon, and even developed a shaky relationship with the impossible genetic freak of an expirament, the Mewtwo/Mawile Remorse. Remorse often accompanied Violet in her treks, and became fast best friends with her, to Minnie's astonishment. Violet was let into the circle of trust primarily on Remorse's high remarks, for the tempermental Pokemon, although vastly intelligent and philisophical, typically hates anything breathing. Remorse was helpful in reasoning, and oftentimes even threatening the stubborn wild pokemon who outright opposed Violet, and was even compliant in keeping her little crush on the downlow, when with anyone else, he would've exposed them in a heartbeat. He did casually drop several hints to Royal on occaision, however, making suggestive comments to Royal about Violet, much to Royal's embarrassment. It was Minnie and Kenji, Royal's devoted parents who suggested that the two sign up for the competition, goping that by doing this, the two would become closer, as, thanks to Remorse and parental intuition, Violet's feelings toward him hadn't gone unnoticed, and, as they adore the independant and Pokemon-smitten girl, a spitting image of Minnie when she was younger, wanted to give their son a gentle nudge in the "right" direction.
Pokemon: Squirtle, plx?
RP Sample: Minnie thought it best that she didn't question her task, but just carry it out, as quickly and efficiently as possible. For the poor Pokemons' sakes. The journey was a good deal of a way for Ace to endure, not impossibly long, but still a rough three-hour trek, against the wind currents at that, to where the valiant avian would have to fight the gusts that on other days, were soothing companions to he, Minnie, and Remorse, obedient gales that they could smoothly glide along on the whole way. This setback was no skin off Minnie's back though, for she was more than enough occupied trying to work up the courage to do what she was about to do:
No, not regarding the Mission. For someone as serious into her work as Minnie was, the upcoming Mission was about as far off as the apocolypse, as she shook, obviously perturbed by the action that she was about to perform: In the here and now. She wasn't sure if she could do it, but one nervous quick glance at the silent and battered form of Remorse willed her on, and she did it. She had clicked the "Send" button to an email she had been trying to draft for the past two and a half hours, an apology email to Mr. Kenji Darkrose, aka, the owner to the magnificent pair of eyes she had been etching. She stood, completely taut and tensed after the email had been whisked away into Cyberspace oblivion, appalled at what she had just done against every gut instinct that willed her to return to him and their Island, but satisfied nevertheless. She had had to choose, and she had chosen. If she could prevent any more lives from being sabotaged like poor Remorse's had, she would give whatever pleasure came to her for that in a heartbeat. Still, it didn't help her feel any less crappy.
"I'm sorry, Kenji.." She murmured, fighting back tears, as a flashback of yesterday ricocheted off the walls of her head, spiraling about and turning over in her mind, the Video Phone conference, Kenji's dark, worried eyes. Eyes that never seemed dark. Or to worry. There was a situation, back at Cineris. Another bomb had been dropped. Team Rocket was seemingly not only interested in playing Arceus with cruel genetic experiments on randomized Pokemon, but were now looking to manipulate and harness the raw power of several 'said' children proclaimed by prophecy to be reincarnations of Arceus. The whole thing sounded far-fetched to her, but Kenji was the one person Minnie trusted more than the Boss, and despite the ridiculous notion, had yearned to be there the very instant he had called upon her, teamed up with him again, saving the world at his side- one gifted child at a time. But while he was manning the fort in this department, Minnie had this one to uphold. As torn as she was, she was 'this' close to cracking the manufacturing facility, and perhaps the holding place of every altered Pokemon that Team Rocket had ever changed. If she could save even one of these Pokemon, as she had Remorse, then she might make a tiny change for the better.
Ooc of the day: I hope that's good enough. Sorry. Muchos distractions and an impending and oncoming illness has made me feel like poo, and has probably already affected the quality of my SU. If it's not good enough, tell me what to fix, and i'll gladly edit.
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