Name: Kinnereth Hawthorne.
Age: Nine.
Gender: Female.
Starter: Nidoran.
Dragon: Hydreigon.
Appearance: Short, frilly skirts, a pastel tank, and white leather mini blazer paired with matching kitten heels makes up Kinnereths day-to-day ensemble. Shes never had to wear her hair up a day in her life and loves to wear her blond locks in short, tight curls. Her fair skin and pale lips are greatly contrasted by her innocent blue eyes. Shes also the owner of a cute button nose and rosy chipmunk cheeks. Even though she only stands at four feet tall, shes got the attitude of a full-fledged teenager.
Personality: Spoiled to the bone, its either Kinnereths way or the highway. Growing up rich, this little blonde bombshell knows what she wants and usually gets it. Crying, screaming, and playing dollys are only a few of her favorite pastimes. Although she has a short attention span, she has enough money to buy whatever it is that her heart desires. She says whatever is on her mind and has absolutely no regrets.
Demanding and unforgiving, even at age nine, she can make any boy cry to their mommy.
History: Living the American dream, many were jealous of the Hawthornes lavish lifestyle. Ever since she could remember, Kinnereth never had to lift a finger. She got whatever she wanted, no matter the cost. Her father was a wealthy businessman and her mother was a gold digger. Kinnerith had no love for either and only used them for her next fix.
Kinnereth had virtually no friends. Her closest acquaintances were the various butlers that worked throughout the manor. After getting fed up with her, Kinnereths conniving mother secretly entered the young girl in a contest that would send her away to a different region. After using the family money, she was able to buy one of the winning certificates. Convincing her husband to send Kinnereth on the trip was no easy matter, but he finally gave in.
Character intro: "But daddy, I don't wanna!"
"Kinny, honey, youll be fine."
"But I don't wanna!"
All across Hoenn, the screams of a little girl could be heard. Within the depths of the Hawthorne Manor, Kinnereth—or "Kinny" as some would dare call her—was trying her best to strike up a plea deal with her father. Unfortunately, this was one battle she was going to lose.
Down on her knees, the miniature blonde had waterfalls streaking down her face, smearing her mascara and blush. "But I don't even like pokemon!"
Taking a deep breath, the older gentleman tried his best to calm his flambouyant daughter down. "You don't have to go through this alone. Cook will be by your side the entire journey."
"But I don't even like Cook!"
This "Cook" the two kept mentioning was actually not a cook at all. Instead, he was the family butler. Calm, collected, and gentle, the tall, slightly tanned man stepped forward, bowing in respect. Adjusting his suit, "It would be my honor to travel with you, Miss Hawthorne."
"Daddy!"
"That's enough!" Banging his fist against his desk, the sobs of the young girl halted immediately. Fear ran through her puny body; it was the first time her father had ever raised his voice at her. "Pack your bags. Youll be leaving immediately."
Kinnereth stomped off, both arms crossed against her chest. Cook followed behind her like a lingering shadow. She cried for hours with her face buried in pillows. Realizing her fate was set in stone, the blonde wiped mascara-stained cheeks and threw on her favorite princess dress. Gloves, tiara, and purse on hand, the nine year old marched out of her house wearing the meanest scowl she could muster up.
The flight to Slateport was quite quick and soon before long Kinnereth and Cook boarded the ship.
