[PKMN FULL] Keystones [T] [OOC/SU]

Naomi, although pretty, is an easy face to miss in the crowd, often because she hardly shows her face at all. With a slouched posture and a quick gate, she could easily pass for a timid student on her way to school, instead of a serious trainer. She moves in a withdrawn manner, careful not to draw attention to herself in fear that the limelight could only bring trouble. She is, in ways, like the wind. She is physically present, yet she cannot be seen.

Her black hair falls smoothly around her pretty features, a crown of luxurious locks tumbling over slender shoulders like a lazy waterfall. Although easy to maintain and style, she is too involved with more pressing matters to focus on something as mundane as making herself look good, and so chooses to let nature do the styling. Besides, the results are always so similar, with her bangs falling to cover a good portion of her face, a part of her disguise.

Her eyes are a bright, turquoise color, and, despite the intense shade, they seem to be about as empty as the abyss of the seas. Her crystalline orbs are impregnable fortresses that keep her emotions hidden at all times, and her unfathomable gaze is often described as empty, blank, deep, and just the tiniest bit scary. It is unheard of that something other than sheer nothingness would appear in her eyes, but there are still a few times when her walls would crumble, allowing just the smallest sliver of emotion to peek through.

Although she looms over most girls her age, standing a good 5'8" in height, she is as lithe as they come. She is definitely not the strongest-looking trainer, with her vulnerable features and thin body type, but the mischievous smirk that she possesses more than makes up for her obvious lack of muscle, reassuring people that she is no pushover. She looks dangerous in her own right, and would never hesitate to bark back at anyone who dares challenge her. She might have a little bit of a doll face, but she's been fighting since her youth, and would never let herself be intimidated by anyone physically bigger or stronger than her.​

Mawilite​

Naomi is a very quiet person. Unlike most trainers, who are always so eager to interact with their fellow battlers, she does not excel in the field of socializing. Sure, she can hold conversations, if they are necessary enough, but she would rather stick to the sidelines and hide in the shadows than put herself in the middle of a discussion. She has always been treated as an outcast, even as a child, due to her refusal to mingle and her need to separate herself from the others, only speaking when the situation calls for it. She has grown quite used to a life of silence, has developed a preference for it simply because she has never truly experienced anything more than solitude.

She possesses a melancholic soul, more upset than she is happy. Despite being able to see the shades between black and white, she seems to be attracted to the darker colors of the spectrum. She believes that, in life, there is no pure good, nor pure evil, only reasons driving a person to do good or bad-- and yet she seems to focus on the darker side of situations. She is pessimistic, and, although she does well in many fields, her level of self-esteem is impossibly low. Her smiles are often passive and empty, just for show, and many have claimed that she rarely shows any emotion on her face, only cold smirks that strike fear to the more weak-willed people.

Although it is true that she has soft, vulnerable features, Naomi is anything but. Yes, it is true that she doesn't speak often, but when she does, it is either to point out an obvious truth in a contemptuous manner, or to put a person in his or her place, especially after a victorious battle. Few good words spill out of her mouth, and she has received her fair share of trouble because of them. She is reckless and imprudent. Hardly loud, but rash all the same, a girl who is willing to do anything over-adventurous just to get her kicks.

Naomi has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever, living life as if it was a drag. For some reason, she seems to have quite a careless disregard for her own well-being, and often acts as if death could not come quick enough. However, she deeply appreciates the beauty of living, and breathes for the events, the sceneries, the situations that she could hopefully stumble upon. Just as she sees the darkness in life, she can also the gorgeousness of it, and would not hesitate in taking a quick sketch of a worthy landscape to add to her collection.

She is known to have quite a self-destructive nature. Naomi Prescott is an avalanche, a ticking time-bomb, a trainwreck waiting to happen. She has a genuine passion for the things that could and would hurt her, and finds comfort in pain. In ways, she can be masochistic, both physically and emotionally, and has been known to act as a martyr for both selfless and selfish reasons; on one hand, she would be willing to sacrifice herself for a friend. On the other, she actually likes the pain, how it reminds her, in a bittersweet manner, that she is alive, and has yet to die.

She is known to be very overprotective of her peers, to the point that she has no care left whatsoever for herself. Despite her need to separate herself from the others, she is often deemed too kind for her own good, too giving and forgiving to the point that it hurts herself, not that she is fazed by the pain. She might be a silent, melancholic soul, but she cherishes her friends more than herself, and would, without a doubt, do anything to ensure their safety, even if it means forfeiting her life in the process.​

Although Naomi has no memory of how she was abandoned, somehow her young, newborn body ended up in a rickety old shack near the Victory Road. The beams creaked with the wind, always threatening to fall, and it was only by luck that an old woman happened to hear her distressed cry while taking her morning walk. When she was found, she had nothing. No identification, no items, only a dirty white blanket covering her body.

She was quickly brought to the Prescott Orphanage, owned by Charlie Prescott and Emily Prescott, an elderly couple who cared for children that were, like her, left to fend for themselves. She was discovered to be rather sickly, enduring a raging fever every few days until the heat became consistent. Too kind to let a child die of an illness that can be fixed, they spent most of their daily earnings on buying her medicine, which hardly thrilled the other orphans. They were forced to skip meals for her safety, and sometimes went to bed hungry because she needed to be well fed to recover. Of course, they brought it all out on her. It didn't matter that it wasn't her fault. She was still to blame for their discomfort.

Little Naomi Prescott was an outcast since childhood. None of the orphans forgot what had happened, and as she grew, they treated her worse and worse for something that simply wasn't her doing. She didn't want to get sick, she didn't want to take all the attention away from them, she was not to blame, and yet she was still the focus of their anger. They mistreated her, bullied her until she grew numb to the pain that they brought. The only love she felt was from Charlie and Emily, but it was never enough to soothe the pain that she was forced to live through on a daily basis.

One cold, winter afternoon, Naomi stumbled upon a tiny, Mawile hatchling, small enough that is was roughly the size of her palm. It took no genius to figure out that it was the runt of a litter. She was well-educated enough to know that nature was cruel enough that only the strong survived, and those who were weak, well. They never really survived the night. Naomi, however, had other plans, and took the tiny little creature under her wing despite the rule that nobody was allowed to own Pokémon in the orphanage.

She was breaking the rules by taking the Mawile in, but she didn't care. She found herself in the Mawile, realized that her sympathy ran deep due to the fact that they shared the same beginning. Abandoned in an unhealthy place, left to die. Who was she to not return the favor? She kept the Pokémon a secret from everyone... until the Steel Type was far too small to hide anymore. The other orphans found out and threatened to out her, but she couldn't let the Mawile go. Cassie has become her best friend, she didn't have the heart to push her away, not after taking care of her.

Naomi had to live as a slave of those orphans, had to submit to their every will. They made her do their chores, tasks as mundane as washing the dishes or making beds, but, of course, as a child, it was a very big deal. She despised being ordered around, being blackmailed into doing another's job. They went so far as taking her personal belongings away, from something as simple as a pillow, to a PokéDoll that was given to her by Emily on her seventh birthday. She considered running away, but never really had the heart to do it until Emily died... and the orphans blamed her for it.

When Charlie went home, teary-eyed, the orphans gathered to hear what he had to say. He said Emily went out for a walk, and that she would never return, but the kids were smart to know the meaning behind it. What was meant to be a night of sorrow turned into anger and contempt when the kids outed Naomi for secretly raising a Pokémon. Although Charlie was not bothered by it, the words the orphans screamed hurt her too much, and she ended up turning tail and fleeing the Orphanage. They laughed at her, scowled at her. They hated her from the very start, all for a petty little thing and she grew to believe that the world was full of spiteful jerks who often sought others to blame for their discomfort.

Old enough to begin her journey, Naomi chose Cassie as her starter. A Mawile not be the most desirable partner, especially for a beginning, but they were akin to sisters, and have been through a lot together. The rest was a blur, an unimportant timeline filled with immense training. She began her life as a Trainer before transitioning into a Coordinator, and then both. She became infamous for her lack of allegiance, and notorious for her reckless battle style, and moved out of Hoenn to start a new.

With enough money from battles, as well as challenging the Hoenn League, Naomi built a ranch in Sinnoh, a homely cabin with acres of claimed land, inhabited by all the Pokémon she had caught during her travels. She settled down into being a Breeder at the age of sixteen, taking a break after having travelled through every nook, every cranny of Hoenn simply to make a name for herself. Although she was only fourth place in the Hoenn League, she did become Top Coordinator, and believed strongly that it was the second-best time to settle down, even for a little while. She would journey again, but not for a year or so. She has chosen to spend two years taking care of her new home, and her new family.​

OW MY LEG?!​