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As per request, here is my SU. x3 Thanks for the chance to join in, Strikit. :D
Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Bauzá
Age: 20
Gender:Both Female
Faction: True Born
Appearance: Standing at only 5 feet and with skin as pale as snow, Ellie looks more like a wingless pixie sprite than human. Her bright blue eyes and shoulder length, messy purple hair, dyed, of course, only add to the unnatural illusion. Sadly, this doesn't make her an exception to the campaign against her species, although her short size gives her the bonus of riding on her abnormally sized Flareon without snapping its spine. When her hair isn't covering her blue eyes, one can see that she wears thick rimmed glasses that tint black in the sunlight, both to help her horrid eyesight and to partially hide from Synthetic detection. Without them, the most she can see is her arm's length away from her face before everything going blurry. Her usual clothing composes of what little clothes she could scavenge from her house before escaping, mostly just school clothes and sleeping clothes, said school clothes being a button-up, purple t-shirt with a blue skirt, while her sleeping clothes can range from actual, assorted pajamas to just a long white shirt that covers up to under her knees. Not that she has much variety to pick from, really. As for shoes, she's not really particular, aside from her hatred for heels, she'll wear anything you give her.
Personality: For the war torn, deteriorating point of view for True Bloods, Ellie has a fairly optimistic look on life. She sees it less as a war that could end with her death or experimenting on her body or whatever else the Synthetics want and more of a spat between the two factions, which she hopes would be resolved by just talking, though she does understand why that might not be a possible ending thanks to her mother. She's a bit of a lazy, laid back kind of girl, although she will eventually do whatever job she has to do for the sake of helping, even if she'd rather not. She can be cynical and is brutally honest whenever something or someone annoys her, though it doesn't mean she's mean. She's mean when her temper blows over, which isn't as hard to do if whatever is annoying her is still annoying her. But otherwise, she's a fairly nice girl, determined to prove she can make some form of difference while still laying back and taking a daily nap. Above all, she hates hypocrites and liars, and any and all comments about her height, even if people say it's 'cute'. That's actually what blows her top off almost instantly, that one word. She wont really care what others think of her and will willingly whatever she thinks is right, although, like any human being, she isn't perfect and, if you use the right words on her, can be broken down easily. Lastly, she is a bit of a prankster and doesn't mind having fun on other people's expense. So if you ever find what you assume is fake poo on your shoe, it probably isn't fake poo, and you might want to talk to Ellie for a few minutes.
History: Born and raised in Ecruteak Town, Ellie is actually not a native of Sinnoh. In the quaint town of old dances and rites for the legendary Pokemon, kimonos and miko girls, Ellie stood out as the trouble-making, lazy kid who would rather spend her day in the forest than helping out at home. Though in the rare instances she did do her chores (after much begging from her overworked parents) you could easily call her the hardest working kid in Johto. She simply lived the normal life of a kid her age, while her parents worked at the best jobs they could get at the time, which weren't the best, but they could get by in such a small town. But her mom was interested in genetics, what made humans and Pokemon tick, what made them evolve and learn all those wondrous attacks. After years of study and soliciting in schools and universities and labs, she finally had a breakthrough, in Sinnoh. Her promise and knowledge in the field of genetics gave her a position, not a particularly high one, but still a fairly good position, in the swiftly developing Project G.O.D. To Ellie, it wasn't such a big deal, she really didn't have all that many friends, and the few she had weren't exactly close. To her dad, however, it was a problem, Ecruteak was where he had been born and he simply refused to move away. A few weeks of constant arguments that just kept Ellie away from home even more eventually led to a divorce, with Ellie's mom taking custody, and they moved to Sinnoh. Ellie's life grew from exciting to dull in her teenage years, and what little company she received from her mom wasn't enough to keep her interested. She missed the quiet life of Ecruteak, where troublemaking was simply laughed off, just because she was so well known. Whereas in the bustling Sunnyshore City (assuming that's where the HQ for the project was, will change if necesarry) any sort of troublemaking got you thrown into one hell of a problem, which her mom usually wouldn't be there to settle and take her home, which usually had her spend a lot of nights in the police station, even more bored out of her mind. One particular thing that bothered her that she never did realize until a few years in Sunnyshore was... she never did have a Pokemon of her own, something she asked her mom about. Her mom, feeling guilty for the way Ellie's life had gone in the new city thanks to her work, decided to get her one of the successfully spliced Pokemon, sneaked out, of course. Her position had risen since she'd first been assigned to the experiment, and she knew plenty about what was going on, with both the cloned people and the Pokemon, and the horrible experiment they were going through. For the sake of science, she didn't quit, but her morals told her that even if she might get fired, she could at least help one Pokemon have a good life. So she snatched a Pokeball with an Eevee inside, sneaked it out the lab, and it became Ellie's first Pokemon. Years later, the famous Adam break out occurred, and Ellie's mom was caught in the crossfire of various escaping clones. Seeing her as nothing more than just a simple scientist or torturer, she was killed. When Ellie returned home to find her mom's dead body slumped on a table, she ran. To the farthest town she could reach, with nothing more than her Eevee and any few clothes she could take.
Pokémon: Shirl the Flareon (Synth) | Female | Bigger than the average Flareon, fur is inverted in color and much darker than the normal shade. | Is very playful and loyal to Ellie, and usually mimics any sort of mood that Ellie happens to be in. Is very protective and shy in front of new people, but relaxes if Ellie accepts them. | A gift from Ellie's mom, Shirl was just another cloned Eevee, experimented on to Hell and back. She's been together with Ellie since day one and has become the best friend she could ever ask for. She was the only reason Ellie didn't give up at the sight of her deceased mother. | Flamethrower, Fire Fang, Bite, Quick Attack and Splice --- Enar the Misdreavus | Male | Just a typical Misdreavus, but with a green necklace instead of a red one. | Very mischieavous and a big prankster, just like his trainer. Is very laid back but wont give up once something's in his mind. | Met Ellie in Eterna Forest as she was picking up food to bring back to her old camp nearby. After a few days of watching how efficient her pranks could be used, he showed himself and battled Ellie. She captured and instantly got along with the ghost type. | Shadow Ball, Psybeam, Mean Look, Perish Song, Pain Split --- Oyuki the Froslass | Female | Is a shiny Froslass, but aside from that, looks like a normal one. | Very calm and collected, Froslass is the wait-for-the-right-moment type, not really bothering with unnecessary things and going straight for the target. Is, however, very kind and helpful to Ellie. | Ellie saw a Snorunt walking around aimlessly, which was weird, considering her location, and just guessed a trainer had abandoned it. Not going to miss the chance, she recaptured it and used a Dawn Stone she'd found not too long ago on it, hoping it would be a female. It was. | Ominous Wind, Icy Wind, Confuse Ray, Double Team and Destiny Bond.
RP Sample: She opened the door with a blank expression, no emotion, but more importantly, no fear. Her eyes never blinked, nor did they ever open, she simply walked where she needed. She had no need to open them, for she'd been here as many times as the days of her life. And she knew nothing in this world could hurt her. It was just a dream, after all.
Yes, just a dream. Or a nightmare, maybe.
Her blank expression changed to a spark of curiosity, however. The normally empty, paste colored home in the middle of the lake had a visitor. Or was it the owner of the home, finally back from a vacation she'd taken so long ago? But where would she go? Madotsuki wondered, surprised to hear her own voice after so long of even opening her mouth. Most of the time, her mind talked for her, her subconscious manifesting as the words she heard. Perhaps her psyche wanted her to see this girl. 'Poniko,' the name that rang through her mind from the simplest glance at this girl, this girl who indifferently looked away from the visitor in her home. Her long, blond hair and blue eyes made her shudder, a memory racing through her mind, and the knife in her mind began to shine, brighter than ever. She cradled her head, nearly tumbling over, as a knife dropped from her open hand and unto the floor, bloodied and rusted with time. The blond, only glanced at it before looking away, the same look of indifference in her eyes as she walked around her home. For the first time, anger shone in Madotsuki's face, her pounding head causing her legs to lose strength as she did tumble over to the wall, only managing to hold herself up by the light switch.
'Light switch...' Madotsuki said to herself, a look of combined anger and mischievousness in her face, like one of a child who didn't get her toy. Wanting to get the blond's attention for reasons only her buried psyche knew, she began to flip the light switch. Off, and on. Off, and on. But the blond would not even look. Not once, not even a passing glance. Nothing changed in the room as she flipped the switch, off, and on, over and over. But at the same time, a feeling of dread, a heavy feeling of loathing began to emanate from the blond's body. On came the switch, and off it went. It would be the last time, the last straw as something flashed, blinding Madotsuki for a split second. She hadn't bothered to look at the blond anymore, knowing that it hadn't affected her, but now, something was different. Maybe it was the incessant moaning storming her ears as the dark room seemed to have inverted colors. The decor of the rugs and the window had turned menacing, eyes just staring, judging the poor girl for reasons she didn't know. But that wasn't the worst part, no. The moaning, the horrible moaning, had grown louder, and, although her mind screamed not to, she turned around. What was there wasn't the blond girl she'd taken such interest to. What was there... was a demon. A strange, distorted smile of a face with black, messy hair as the body, or clothing. It drove Madotsuki into a rage, never had she been this angry, not after she'd locked herself in this perpetual dream. She reached for her knife, tightly grasping the wooden handle as she picked it up and bolted towards the creature, eyes finally open with the rage of a murderer.
'Die, you beast! Give me back my friend! GIVE ME BACK MY PONIKO!'
Name: Elizabeth 'Ellie' Bauzá
Age: 20
Gender:
Faction: True Born
Appearance: Standing at only 5 feet and with skin as pale as snow, Ellie looks more like a wingless pixie sprite than human. Her bright blue eyes and shoulder length, messy purple hair, dyed, of course, only add to the unnatural illusion. Sadly, this doesn't make her an exception to the campaign against her species, although her short size gives her the bonus of riding on her abnormally sized Flareon without snapping its spine. When her hair isn't covering her blue eyes, one can see that she wears thick rimmed glasses that tint black in the sunlight, both to help her horrid eyesight and to partially hide from Synthetic detection. Without them, the most she can see is her arm's length away from her face before everything going blurry. Her usual clothing composes of what little clothes she could scavenge from her house before escaping, mostly just school clothes and sleeping clothes, said school clothes being a button-up, purple t-shirt with a blue skirt, while her sleeping clothes can range from actual, assorted pajamas to just a long white shirt that covers up to under her knees. Not that she has much variety to pick from, really. As for shoes, she's not really particular, aside from her hatred for heels, she'll wear anything you give her.
Personality: For the war torn, deteriorating point of view for True Bloods, Ellie has a fairly optimistic look on life. She sees it less as a war that could end with her death or experimenting on her body or whatever else the Synthetics want and more of a spat between the two factions, which she hopes would be resolved by just talking, though she does understand why that might not be a possible ending thanks to her mother. She's a bit of a lazy, laid back kind of girl, although she will eventually do whatever job she has to do for the sake of helping, even if she'd rather not. She can be cynical and is brutally honest whenever something or someone annoys her, though it doesn't mean she's mean. She's mean when her temper blows over, which isn't as hard to do if whatever is annoying her is still annoying her. But otherwise, she's a fairly nice girl, determined to prove she can make some form of difference while still laying back and taking a daily nap. Above all, she hates hypocrites and liars, and any and all comments about her height, even if people say it's 'cute'. That's actually what blows her top off almost instantly, that one word. She wont really care what others think of her and will willingly whatever she thinks is right, although, like any human being, she isn't perfect and, if you use the right words on her, can be broken down easily. Lastly, she is a bit of a prankster and doesn't mind having fun on other people's expense. So if you ever find what you assume is fake poo on your shoe, it probably isn't fake poo, and you might want to talk to Ellie for a few minutes.
History: Born and raised in Ecruteak Town, Ellie is actually not a native of Sinnoh. In the quaint town of old dances and rites for the legendary Pokemon, kimonos and miko girls, Ellie stood out as the trouble-making, lazy kid who would rather spend her day in the forest than helping out at home. Though in the rare instances she did do her chores (after much begging from her overworked parents) you could easily call her the hardest working kid in Johto. She simply lived the normal life of a kid her age, while her parents worked at the best jobs they could get at the time, which weren't the best, but they could get by in such a small town. But her mom was interested in genetics, what made humans and Pokemon tick, what made them evolve and learn all those wondrous attacks. After years of study and soliciting in schools and universities and labs, she finally had a breakthrough, in Sinnoh. Her promise and knowledge in the field of genetics gave her a position, not a particularly high one, but still a fairly good position, in the swiftly developing Project G.O.D. To Ellie, it wasn't such a big deal, she really didn't have all that many friends, and the few she had weren't exactly close. To her dad, however, it was a problem, Ecruteak was where he had been born and he simply refused to move away. A few weeks of constant arguments that just kept Ellie away from home even more eventually led to a divorce, with Ellie's mom taking custody, and they moved to Sinnoh. Ellie's life grew from exciting to dull in her teenage years, and what little company she received from her mom wasn't enough to keep her interested. She missed the quiet life of Ecruteak, where troublemaking was simply laughed off, just because she was so well known. Whereas in the bustling Sunnyshore City (assuming that's where the HQ for the project was, will change if necesarry) any sort of troublemaking got you thrown into one hell of a problem, which her mom usually wouldn't be there to settle and take her home, which usually had her spend a lot of nights in the police station, even more bored out of her mind. One particular thing that bothered her that she never did realize until a few years in Sunnyshore was... she never did have a Pokemon of her own, something she asked her mom about. Her mom, feeling guilty for the way Ellie's life had gone in the new city thanks to her work, decided to get her one of the successfully spliced Pokemon, sneaked out, of course. Her position had risen since she'd first been assigned to the experiment, and she knew plenty about what was going on, with both the cloned people and the Pokemon, and the horrible experiment they were going through. For the sake of science, she didn't quit, but her morals told her that even if she might get fired, she could at least help one Pokemon have a good life. So she snatched a Pokeball with an Eevee inside, sneaked it out the lab, and it became Ellie's first Pokemon. Years later, the famous Adam break out occurred, and Ellie's mom was caught in the crossfire of various escaping clones. Seeing her as nothing more than just a simple scientist or torturer, she was killed. When Ellie returned home to find her mom's dead body slumped on a table, she ran. To the farthest town she could reach, with nothing more than her Eevee and any few clothes she could take.
Pokémon: Shirl the Flareon (Synth) | Female | Bigger than the average Flareon, fur is inverted in color and much darker than the normal shade. | Is very playful and loyal to Ellie, and usually mimics any sort of mood that Ellie happens to be in. Is very protective and shy in front of new people, but relaxes if Ellie accepts them. | A gift from Ellie's mom, Shirl was just another cloned Eevee, experimented on to Hell and back. She's been together with Ellie since day one and has become the best friend she could ever ask for. She was the only reason Ellie didn't give up at the sight of her deceased mother. | Flamethrower, Fire Fang, Bite, Quick Attack and Splice --- Enar the Misdreavus | Male | Just a typical Misdreavus, but with a green necklace instead of a red one. | Very mischieavous and a big prankster, just like his trainer. Is very laid back but wont give up once something's in his mind. | Met Ellie in Eterna Forest as she was picking up food to bring back to her old camp nearby. After a few days of watching how efficient her pranks could be used, he showed himself and battled Ellie. She captured and instantly got along with the ghost type. | Shadow Ball, Psybeam, Mean Look, Perish Song, Pain Split --- Oyuki the Froslass | Female | Is a shiny Froslass, but aside from that, looks like a normal one. | Very calm and collected, Froslass is the wait-for-the-right-moment type, not really bothering with unnecessary things and going straight for the target. Is, however, very kind and helpful to Ellie. | Ellie saw a Snorunt walking around aimlessly, which was weird, considering her location, and just guessed a trainer had abandoned it. Not going to miss the chance, she recaptured it and used a Dawn Stone she'd found not too long ago on it, hoping it would be a female. It was. | Ominous Wind, Icy Wind, Confuse Ray, Double Team and Destiny Bond.
RP Sample: She opened the door with a blank expression, no emotion, but more importantly, no fear. Her eyes never blinked, nor did they ever open, she simply walked where she needed. She had no need to open them, for she'd been here as many times as the days of her life. And she knew nothing in this world could hurt her. It was just a dream, after all.
Yes, just a dream. Or a nightmare, maybe.
Her blank expression changed to a spark of curiosity, however. The normally empty, paste colored home in the middle of the lake had a visitor. Or was it the owner of the home, finally back from a vacation she'd taken so long ago? But where would she go? Madotsuki wondered, surprised to hear her own voice after so long of even opening her mouth. Most of the time, her mind talked for her, her subconscious manifesting as the words she heard. Perhaps her psyche wanted her to see this girl. 'Poniko,' the name that rang through her mind from the simplest glance at this girl, this girl who indifferently looked away from the visitor in her home. Her long, blond hair and blue eyes made her shudder, a memory racing through her mind, and the knife in her mind began to shine, brighter than ever. She cradled her head, nearly tumbling over, as a knife dropped from her open hand and unto the floor, bloodied and rusted with time. The blond, only glanced at it before looking away, the same look of indifference in her eyes as she walked around her home. For the first time, anger shone in Madotsuki's face, her pounding head causing her legs to lose strength as she did tumble over to the wall, only managing to hold herself up by the light switch.
'Light switch...' Madotsuki said to herself, a look of combined anger and mischievousness in her face, like one of a child who didn't get her toy. Wanting to get the blond's attention for reasons only her buried psyche knew, she began to flip the light switch. Off, and on. Off, and on. But the blond would not even look. Not once, not even a passing glance. Nothing changed in the room as she flipped the switch, off, and on, over and over. But at the same time, a feeling of dread, a heavy feeling of loathing began to emanate from the blond's body. On came the switch, and off it went. It would be the last time, the last straw as something flashed, blinding Madotsuki for a split second. She hadn't bothered to look at the blond anymore, knowing that it hadn't affected her, but now, something was different. Maybe it was the incessant moaning storming her ears as the dark room seemed to have inverted colors. The decor of the rugs and the window had turned menacing, eyes just staring, judging the poor girl for reasons she didn't know. But that wasn't the worst part, no. The moaning, the horrible moaning, had grown louder, and, although her mind screamed not to, she turned around. What was there wasn't the blond girl she'd taken such interest to. What was there... was a demon. A strange, distorted smile of a face with black, messy hair as the body, or clothing. It drove Madotsuki into a rage, never had she been this angry, not after she'd locked herself in this perpetual dream. She reached for her knife, tightly grasping the wooden handle as she picked it up and bolted towards the creature, eyes finally open with the rage of a murderer.
'Die, you beast! Give me back my friend! GIVE ME BACK MY PONIKO!'
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