[told you i'd join your next rp pika. n-n and I brought a friend~]
Name: Remillia Keller
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Personality:
Remi is without emotions for, even at ten, she has been taught to treat them as useless worthless hinderances in the world of Pokemon. Emotions, in her opinion, have their place in the cupboards and other small dark places of the world where no one in their right mind could see such a blatant example of weakness. In Pokemon Battles, the use of emotions only gets in the way of proper technique and the execution of that technique. This of course has lead to her one true visible weakness that seeps past the barriers of hatred and this is, in truth, her near seething white hatred of immature people who have truly no excuse for acting so blatantly immature.
The one thing, however, that she can't stand even though she would never let it show on her persona, is being alone for long periods of time. While she's a book worm and it can be rather difficult to pry a book away from her, years of playing with only her stuffed cat that's seen more than it's far share of patches and reading have taken their toll on her. She longs for company but she won't talk about it and the uneasy shyness in dealing with people her own age is one of the only things that will truly bring out her true age. While around adults, she is a proper young seen-and-not-heard-unless-spoken-to child . Around kids her own age, she tends to freeze up, choosing to physically cling to people instead of speaking with them if they push beyond the silent emotionless barriers and pry enough to establish a relationship of some sort. Most people get annoyed with her, thus pushing Remi back into an isolated corner by herself where she plays with her toys and reminds herself of all the things that aren't hers because of her family circumstances.
She has issues with attachment, for various reasons she doesn't like talking about. [Not that she really talks to begin with unless it's to issue a sarcastic monotone comment] While she craves affection and compliments, she has a tendency to disbelieve them aloud or talk them down, trying to make it not seem like that big of a deal while, internally, it makes her entire body glow and brightens her day and while it's almost never apparent on her face unless it's a truly stelar compliment, it does honestly push Remi out of her shell. She'll never let anyone know that however, because then she might be viewed as conceited and she hates being viewed as such because she knows, as well as anyone else does to some extent, that there are people much more deserving of praise than she and again, things like praise require emotions. Which are useless.
Appearence:
Long silver hair that reaches to the middle of her back, whimsical limbs, piercing grey blue eyes; she's an almost hauntingly pretty child. Her eyes in particular have a tendancy to scare off people simply for the fact they're a little larger than normal and cold depth to them can send enough of a shiver up another's spine to cause enough discomfort to cause the other to look away. However, while it is true she is ten years old, she looks like and is often mistaken for a child along the lines of a seven or eight year old, simply because of how serenely young the genetics in her family have made her. Standing at just slightly over four feet tall, she's not always very easy to see and as she only weighs only 18kg, she's light as a feather and skinny as a twig.
From a distance, an individual looking at her, once might think, for a moment, that she is indeed an actual doll, life size for a child to play with. Prehaps, or rather more than likely, this perception comes about because of her family's social status. Her father, a stern man who rules his house with what some may consider to be an iron fist, prefers to dress her in what he deems appropriate for her age and looks and yet displays to the lower, inferior, classes, their class ranking. This sort of normal outfit consists of a white intricately baby blue ribbon-fed laced sleeveless corset with a elbow to finger arm sock extension, attached at the elbow with the same baby blue ribbon as the corset, that flutters out five or so centimeters past her palms. The bottom half consists of a knee length five tier white frilly skirt. A large baby blue satin ribbon, the tails of which lay past her knees, holds the skirt firmly on her waist to keep it from slipping down. Delicate knee socks, created in the same fashion as her arm socks, fasten just above her knee and the outer sides of both socks are decorated with a thin tiny baby blue ribbon that falls past the blue mary janes. However, since becoming of age to become a pokemon trainer less than a month before, she's been coaxed by the staff in her home mansion to wiggle into more normal upper elementary age attire, at least for her, which consists of a white tank top under a pink bunny-eared hoodie and a white knee-length skirt with a bunny head on the lower right corner of the skirt over a pair of pink leggings, white socks and a pair of pink shoes, but not willingly, at least not at first. It makes her feel rather uncomfortable and awkward, to be so under dressed but the added mobility and the lower temperature is a nice little added factor and she has started to lean a little more towards such normal-ish clothing when not in an overtly public setting.
Preferred Starter:
Name: Adel/Gible
Gender:
Level: 5
Nature:Lonely
Move Set
Tackle
Sand Attack
Dragonbreath
Scary Face
History
The sun slowly began to peer out from behind the clouds and from the inner most parts of Saffron City, hidden away from the filth of the lower castes, a small infant's cries echoed through the halls of the hospital and in the brightly lit hallways outside the private birthing suite, the nurses paused to gossip, stopping amidst their busy rounds to pick-a-little talk-a-little about the newest little bundle of joy to entire into the elite ranks of the ruling class like a bunch of senior high school girls with a hot new tid bit of information.
"Such an...interesting...looking child!"
"Silver hair, blue eyes… Hn… She does look nothing like her father or her mother..."
"Prehaps there was...another involved?"
"Who knows, it's too hard to say.
"Hmm.. Prehaps she's just an omen?"
"Hmph. Whatever she is, she's not his child, that much is for certain."
"Then why does he let her stay in his house?"
"Who knows? Someone of our class...shouldn't do such things."
"That's for sure..."
"...Hmph. Let's just hope she grows up properly, so she doesn't shame the family further."
And grow she did. From the time she was very little, she was a quiet baby, the ideal little scrawny faced ruler-class midget. She didn't cry much beyond the basic cries for food and to cure discomfort and as she grew, she learned to play and entertain herself. Her parents had little time for the child what with the constant discussions behind closed doors, she was given to the nannies and the maids but she never really was a problem. She'd sit with her stuffed animals and her dollies and entertain herself, dressed in such cute little things, not really realizing what she was missing and not really minding until one day she slipped out of the mansion and into the courtyard, chasing, as many small children do, a butterfly, when she spied something rather peculiar over the fence. Small for her age, it took her some time to climb the fence enough to peak over the wall, to see what was going on. Tilting her head, she saw a little girl, a little older than her, joined hand in hand with a mommy and a daddy walking around the yard, giggling and talking with eachother. As they wandered, her jaw dropped open slightly, a bewildered look on her face. Why was that little girl so...happy? Was it simply because she was holding her mommy and daddy's hands? Dropping down from the fence, she stared at her palms for the briefest of moments before she wandered back inside, silent and bewildered. Just becuase that other girl held her daddy and her mommy's hand, she was smiling like that? She was happy like that? Did...that mean the same for her?
She skittered through the house, running even though she knew it was naughty and that her nannies would yell at her, until she reached her father's wing of the house and pressed open the oaken door to his study before pattering with a soft clickity clack across the floor to stand at her father's knee, peering up at him silently for a moment before peering back down at her palms. He turned from his work a little annoyed and stared down at her, raising an eyebrow at her antics. Biting on her lip lightly, the girl mustered up her child-like courage and shoved a hand towards him, peering up at him with her large blue eyes, her other hand shaking just a little. This sort of awkward waltz continued for few more moments until he swallowed and waved her off, "Remilia Daddy doesn't have time to play with you right now, go back to your playroom." He ruffled her hair somewhat sincerely, "...I'll have the maids come down and read you a story, would you, like that?"
Her hand dropping slowly, her gaze, blank and unchanged, stared at the floor for a moment before she nodded slowly and turned, skittering back out, ignoring the dampness on her cheeks.
No
It wouldn't work for her.
No matter how much she wanted it to, it wouldn't work the same for her.
She grew and grew alone in her area, never lacking in attention but it wasn't from what one would normally except a child to receive. As to why, by the time she was five, she knew. The question of her lineage was a hot topic of debate amongst the gossip crazy maids, they would never shut up about the latest juicey goodness from that end of the mansion and it didn't take a genious to figure out which child they were talking about seeing as she was the only child to ever have been born in particular to this couple.
"I heard the father was hoping her hair would change colors as she grew older"
"I know! But it's still the same iridescent silver! So eerie!"
"Her eyes are just like her mothers, as is her face in general so we know that wasn't the fishy end of things, they're a family trait on her side, you know?"
"Yes, yes… so then she must've cheated on him, right? Her hair is as dark as the night sky, his as red as the hottest fires!"
"That's the only logical explanation… poor child, he'll probably always keep her at that distance. No sense getting emotionally involved when she's not even his to begin with..."
"Shh! She'll hear you!"
"She's a small child, she doesn't understand any of this. She doesn't get the fact she'll probably only ever really have us for friends."
"...That may be true...but don't take chances with it? I don't want to be mean."
"...It's nice though...in awhile, she'll be old enough to go on a little Pokemon Journey on her own, and she can get away from all this madness, at least for awhile. Be a normal little girl."
"...But normal.... the concept is relative...isn't it?"
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Two months after she turned ten, the girl stepped out from the helicopter in Viridian City, the helicopter that had caused such a stir when it landed in the fields north of the city, below the forest, because of how high it flung several infant caterpie and just an hour and a half later, the girl found herself outside of a very large building with a sign on the front that clearly labeled the massive building infront of her as the Laboratory at which she was to receive those blasted objects needed to become a pokemon trainer. Sighing once, she adjusted her skirt and pressed firmly on the heavy door, creaking softly as she wandered inside, tiny feet clanking on the floor tiles as she wandered about, a blank expression stretched effortlessly across her face as she searched for the correct location.
Rp Sample: taken from fragments of alarayne
Something about this entire mission was starting to bother her and as she looked over the map for another moment or two before the girl reached out a hand and, not looking up, beckoned Parse over, pointing out a few locations on the map, "So here's the basic scheme of things." Her eyes glanced up at the rest of the group, "And before you whine at me about how unsecure this location is, we've used it for almost a decade, I don't want to hear it." The map itself was in a U-like box shape, with two long tunnels on the left and right and a smaller tunnel extending a few rooms in in the middle and stretching out as a single path towards nothingness or at least nothing on the map, "There's a G-Men base outside the shrine we're going to. It's nothing too special, it's only been around about a month but it's going to be a bit of a pain. We'd have more detailed maps but…well… Neru decided to play Gem instead of doing his freaking job. He's been replaced by his superior who wasn't really on a mission like he led Kain to believe and his superior, the gem Topaz but you might actually have heard of him from his actual name Gareth, kicked his rear end into gear and he managed to get us this. In a way, we have a bit of a start but we're still going in relatively blind. If you look here," she pointed at a red box in each of the three rooms on either sides , "You'll see the standard base security system the Global Police use, at the very least, to secure back rooms. In short, we need to split into two groups to get the stupid things activated to open up this room here. As you can see, we'll meet up in this particular room so we're only split up for a short amount of time. Parse, Gareth and I have run a base like this before and I seriously doubt anyone else here really has so I'm going to say he and I need to be the team leaders for this. You're free to assign yourself and the rest of the group here to their respective groups within reason. Regardless, we're dropping onto the base so if you're all afraid of heights, I'm simply going to say I don't care." Sighing, she stood up, giving Parse room to plot, "Parse'll explain who's in either group once we get onto the helicopter which is in the normal spot just north of Goldenrod, in the eastern woods." Stretching, she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them, her gaze even cooler than before, "So go get changed into something uniform-like and go to the copter. Do not do anything out of the ordinary and if you're late to the chopper even though I'm giving you two hours to get there, I swear to Acerus I am going to thrash you into pieces. Dismissed." With that, she stood and exited, heading towards the entrance and up to the pokemon center.
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"Here are your Pokemon back, they're all healed up! But you should go lay down, you don't look too good yourself!" The pink haired large-chested nurse bounced just slightly towards the girl, "At least go wash up a bit? You poor little thing...."
Rubbing the back of her neck, Mika couldn't help a light blush, "Ah Nurse Joy, I'm quite alright."
"If you're certian... Well...You just let me know if you need anything!"
"Heh heh, I will!" Waving over her shoulder, the girl slipped into one of the rooms for trainers to crash in and, after locking the door, unpacked the items she'd just pulled out of her item pc and layed them out before changing into one of the two outfits she'd withdrawn. Compared to everything else she owned, it was simple. A pair of black cargo pants, a black tank top and a pair of sturdy back boots all under a black leather trenchcoat with a weird zipper that zipped down as opposed to up and a pair of fingerless gloves. Tying her hair up into a tight high ponytail, she stood up, letting the hood of the coat fall to back and, making sure the second outfit was packed securely and her pokeballs were in tact, as well as the necklace around her neck, she slipped out the window so as not to be drawn into a conversation with the bubbly nurse and, with an hour and a half to spare, slipped across the rooftops elegantly until she'd gotten out of the city, the rush purifying her mind for the moment or at least numbing it for now and once she hit the forest, kept to the trees until she reached the helicopter, dropping down infront of it. Looking over her shoulder, she saw others starting to creep forward but, when she opened the heavy side door on the helicopter, saw that only he was actually on board. Setting her bag down across from him, closest to the cockpit on the same side as the door, she began to slip into the ridiculous amounts of saftey harnesses that came with a jumping pack, looking over her shoulder at him, "So how badly did you hurt him?"
