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Name: Miranda Echo
Year:Sixth
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Gift: Emotion Detecting/Healing
Personality- Miranda is typically an easygoing, fun-loving person, one who appears on the outside to be bubbly and outgoing at all times, but who is actually on the interior a shy, insecure person simply struggling to find the one being in life she can relate to, and who can understand and accept her for who she really is-which, by the way, she herself hasn't even figured out yet. She is an extremely kind-hearted person, one who is pleased easily, and who hands her trust out freely. This type of behavior has left her heartbroken in the past several times, and after a particularly gruesome incident, she hopes to flee to the one place with others like her, where she won't be ridiculed and scowled upon for her gift.
Pokemon: Umbreon-Umbreon appears to be completely opposite in nature from his trainer. He is constantly at her heels or scooped up in her arms, and for some reason, never seems to be inside his Pokeball. Umbreon is considered by most to be sinister, and silent in mannerisms, as he is constantly lurking either behind or near his trainer, never uttering a single word unless she is threatened or otherwise addressing him, and often acts as her guardian, somehow sensing things that others can't, and seeing things before they actually happen. Umbreon is Miranda's best friend, and the only being who has never betrayed her.
Appearance- Long, Golden hair which hangs just above a slender, thin waist, with a side part which, when she hangs her head low partially covers her bright Greyish-green eyes. When she smiles, her teeth are rarely ever revealed, and everytime she talks to someone she likes, her eyes light up brilliantly with a sparkle, and reveal far more than her words ever do. The outsit she wears nearly everyday is a pleated blue plaid mini-skirt, and a dressy white short-sleeved blouse, plain white except for a silver pair of angel wings at the top. Rather than a purse like most girls tend to carry about, Miranda wears on her back a somewhat childish backpack of a Teddiursa, rumored to be one of the Pokemon she was forced to leave behind on her journey in coming to Griggio. A tiny Chibi-looking Umbreon keychain dangles from the side.
RP:
"Okay Umbreon, it's official." A girl who appeared to be young, still but a teenager muttered under her breath, so that only the bundle of black and yellow fur snuggled up within her arms could hear what she way saying.
"Bre?" The dog-like Pokemon questioned inquisitively, focusing his brilliant red eyes to stare up into her pale face curiously, his nose twitching a bit as his trainer stopped, and began to lean back against the wall of the train station.
"You trainer is a complete and total ditz! I mean I wait until the last minute to pack, then I completely forget about buying more Potions and Pokechow, and we get to the Pokemart, the place is packed as usual, then I end up at the Train Station half an hour later than i'd like to, and now we're lost!"
What Miranda didn't realize was that about halfway through her complaining ramble, her Umbreon had stopped listening to her, and instead had tuned his fine fox-like ears to the other passengers bustling busily about around them. People who looked like average every-day normal people, but who the Umbreon knew could very well be exceptional trainers like his own, on their way to the same school she was desperately hoping to get accepted into. Suddenly, something someone was saying caught his attention, and eagerly, he perked up to hear what they were saying.
"Really? You're going to Griggio too?" A boy who looked just a little bit older than Miranda was whispering excitedly in hushed tones to another boy, who was nodding a bit cockily.
"Yeah. And it wasn't that hard for me to get accepted either! It was like I sent my application in, and the School board was automatically impressed with my ability! They think I have a lot of potentional to become one of the top students in their academy.."
The two boys were just stepping into the open door of a car from a platform that was but a few feet from where the two stood, and the Umbreon let loose a small sigh of relief. Miranda was still desperately looking around, searching the area, as usual unable to notice what was right in front of her. Gently, the Umbreon latched his teeth upon the edge of his trainer's sleeve, and tugged, then nodded his head over to where the two other teenage boys were entering the car.
Instantly, a sigh of relief escaped Miranda, and gratefully, she hugged her Umbreon against her, bright eyes sparkling thankfully down into his own.
"Oh Ciel, what would I do without you?!" Miranda exclaimed, a blush coming over the Pokemon's cheeks as he looked down. As the final call for the passaengers was shouted, Miranda rushed quickly into the car and found a seat near the back, right next to the window. As the train slowly started off, her head begin to lean in towards the glass, her Umbreon sitting erect in her lap as he too gazed out the window, at the hometown they had both grown up in, for the final time. Slowly, Miranda ran a pale hand down Ciel's sleek, ebony fur, watching him with more sadness for him than for herself, as she understood the pain he was feeling at having to leave the others, their faithful teammate behind, yet unlike him, she understood what Griggio Academy promised them both- Acceptance, and perhaps Human companionship, both of which had been denied to Miranda her whole life.
Miranda gently began to close her eyes, closing them against the memories the very sight of her hometown brought to mind, but unable to fight off the ones that had been embedded in her being for so very long. She began shivering a little bit, and Ciel anxiously began licking at her arms, yet Miranda refused to open her eyes. What she was remembering was what had started her life of pain and ugly ridicule, isolation from others her age, and confinement alone in a room which prevented escape, up until this day.
A small pale child, looking to be no older than three years old, had been playing innocently in the Sandbox of a small park, beside others her own age, but not yet old enough to actually be playing with them. Her mother had brought her hear, and busily chattered away on a Cellphone sitting on a bench, not even noticing when something at the edge of the park caught the small girl's eye, and she toddled away to discover what it was. What the young girl saw was a brilliant bird of fire, laying limply in the grass. Her eyes lit up at the very sight of something so remarkable, and as with all pretty things, she just wanted to touch it. As she toddled nearer and nearer to the bird, she was, however, overcome with a powerful sense of despair. The despair was so great, she started crying, and nearly fell to the ground, but the bird kept drawing her nearer and nearer, and before she knew what was happening to her, a strange tingling had started in her hand, and it began to glow pink. A great cry arose from the pained animals, and the girl began to toddle faster and faster, being drawn to a specific part of the great fire bird's anatomy, it's wing, which was covered in a dark, oozing substance. With the bird's cry, the girl's mother glanced over, and what she saw would change both her life and her daughter's forever. As the tiny girl placed her hand over the wing, it became enveloped in a brilliant white light, and after but a few seconds, vanished, leaving the majestic bird completely and totally healed. With that, the girl stopped crying, and the great bird knelt forward, showering tears of gratitude upon the small child, giving her it's blessing and protection, and then taking to the sky, vanishing completely in only a matter of seconds, and leaving the young child to continue in her play. But it was too late. Her mother had seen, and being raised as a very strict and religious person, had already condemned her young daughter to her own hell: A lifetime of predjudice and solitude for being born exceptional.
Miranda opened her eyes to find Ciel watching her, and straigtened up to find that several hours had already passed. Did I fall asleep? Miranda wondered, rubbing at her head and casually beginning to look around. She stopped a blonde-haired woman in the aisle.
"How long to the Griggo Academy?" The blonde woman smiled then, placing a hand on the teen's shoulder.
"We're here."
Name: Miranda Echo
Year:Sixth
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Gift: Emotion Detecting/Healing
Personality- Miranda is typically an easygoing, fun-loving person, one who appears on the outside to be bubbly and outgoing at all times, but who is actually on the interior a shy, insecure person simply struggling to find the one being in life she can relate to, and who can understand and accept her for who she really is-which, by the way, she herself hasn't even figured out yet. She is an extremely kind-hearted person, one who is pleased easily, and who hands her trust out freely. This type of behavior has left her heartbroken in the past several times, and after a particularly gruesome incident, she hopes to flee to the one place with others like her, where she won't be ridiculed and scowled upon for her gift.
Pokemon: Umbreon-Umbreon appears to be completely opposite in nature from his trainer. He is constantly at her heels or scooped up in her arms, and for some reason, never seems to be inside his Pokeball. Umbreon is considered by most to be sinister, and silent in mannerisms, as he is constantly lurking either behind or near his trainer, never uttering a single word unless she is threatened or otherwise addressing him, and often acts as her guardian, somehow sensing things that others can't, and seeing things before they actually happen. Umbreon is Miranda's best friend, and the only being who has never betrayed her.
Appearance- Long, Golden hair which hangs just above a slender, thin waist, with a side part which, when she hangs her head low partially covers her bright Greyish-green eyes. When she smiles, her teeth are rarely ever revealed, and everytime she talks to someone she likes, her eyes light up brilliantly with a sparkle, and reveal far more than her words ever do. The outsit she wears nearly everyday is a pleated blue plaid mini-skirt, and a dressy white short-sleeved blouse, plain white except for a silver pair of angel wings at the top. Rather than a purse like most girls tend to carry about, Miranda wears on her back a somewhat childish backpack of a Teddiursa, rumored to be one of the Pokemon she was forced to leave behind on her journey in coming to Griggio. A tiny Chibi-looking Umbreon keychain dangles from the side.
RP:
"Okay Umbreon, it's official." A girl who appeared to be young, still but a teenager muttered under her breath, so that only the bundle of black and yellow fur snuggled up within her arms could hear what she way saying.
"Bre?" The dog-like Pokemon questioned inquisitively, focusing his brilliant red eyes to stare up into her pale face curiously, his nose twitching a bit as his trainer stopped, and began to lean back against the wall of the train station.
"Your trainer is a complete and total ditz! I mean I wait until the last minute to pack, then I completely forget about buying more Potions and Pokechow, and we get to the Pokemart, the place is packed as usual, then I end up at the Train Station half an hour later than i'd like to, and now we're lost!"
What Miranda didn't realize was that about halfway through her complaining ramble, her Umbreon had stopped listening to her, and instead had tuned his fine fox-like ears to the other passengers bustling busily about around them. People who looked like average every-day normal people, but who the Umbreon knew could very well be exceptional trainers like his own, on their way to the same school she was desperately hoping to get accepted into. Suddenly, something someone was saying caught his attention, and eagerly, he perked up to hear what they were saying.
"Really? You're going to Griggio too?" A boy who looked just a little bit older than Miranda was whispering excitedly in hushed tones to another boy, who was nodding a bit cockily.
"Yeah. And it wasn't that hard for me to get accepted either! It was like I sent my application in, and the School board was automatically impressed with my ability! They think I have a lot of potentional to become one of the top students in their academy.."
The two boys were just stepping into the open door of a car from a platform that was but a few feet from where the two stood, and the Umbreon let loose a small sigh of relief. Miranda was still desperately looking around, searching the area, as usual unable to notice what was right in front of her. Gently, the Umbreon latched his teeth upon the edge of his trainer's sleeve, and tugged, then nodded his head over to where the two other teenage boys were entering the car.
Instantly, a sigh of relief escaped Miranda, and gratefully, she hugged her Umbreon against her, bright eyes sparkling thankfully down into his own.
"Oh Ciel, what would I do without you?!" Miranda exclaimed, a blush coming over the Pokemon's cheeks as he looked down. As the final call for the passaengers was shouted, Miranda rushed quickly into the car and found a seat near the back, right next to the window. As the train slowly started off, her head begin to lean in towards the glass, her Umbreon sitting erect in her lap as he too gazed out the window, at the hometown they had both grown up in, for the final time. Slowly, Miranda ran a pale hand down Ciel's sleek, ebony fur, watching him with more sadness for him than for herself, as she understood the pain he was feeling at having to leave the others, their faithful teammate behind, yet unlike him, she understood what Griggio Academy promised them both- Acceptance, and perhaps Human companionship, both of which had been denied to Miranda her whole life.
Miranda gently began to close her eyes, closing them against the memories the very sight of her hometown brought to mind, but unable to fight off the ones that had been embedded in her being for so very long. She began shivering a little bit, and Ciel anxiously began licking at her arms, yet Miranda refused to open her eyes. What she was remembering was what had started her life of pain and ugly ridicule, isolation from others her age, and confinement alone in a room which prevented escape, up until this day.
A small pale child, looking to be no older than three years old, had been playing innocently in the Sandbox of a small park, beside others her own age, but not yet old enough to actually be playing with them. Her mother had brought her hear, and busily chattered away on a Cellphone sitting on a bench, not even noticing when something at the edge of the park caught the small girl's eye, and she toddled away to discover what it was. What the young girl saw was a brilliant bird of fire, laying limply in the grass. Her eyes lit up at the very sight of something so remarkable, and as with all pretty things, she just wanted to touch it. As she toddled nearer and nearer to the bird, she was, however, overcome with a powerful sense of despair. The despair was so great, she started crying, and nearly fell to the ground, but the bird kept drawing her nearer and nearer, and before she knew what was happening to her, a strange tingling had started in her hand, and it began to glow pink. A great cry arose from the pained animals, and the girl began to toddle faster and faster, being drawn to a specific part of the great fire bird's anatomy, it's wing, which was covered in a dark, oozing substance. With the bird's cry, the girl's mother glanced over, and what she saw would change both her life and her daughter's forever. As the tiny girl placed her hand over the wing, it became enveloped in a brilliant white light, and after but a few seconds, vanished, leaving the majestic bird completely and totally healed. With that, the girl stopped crying, and the great bird knelt forward, showering tears of gratitude upon the small child, giving her it's blessing and protection, and then taking to the sky, vanishing completely in only a matter of seconds, and leaving the young child to continue in her play. But it was too late. Her mother had seen, and being raised as a very strict and religious person, had already condemned her young daughter to her own hell: A lifetime of predjudice and solitude for being born exceptional.
Miranda opened her eyes to find Ciel watching her, and straigtened up to find that several hours had already passed. Did I fall asleep? Miranda wondered, rubbing at her head and casually beginning to look around. She stopped a blonde-haired woman in the aisle.
"How long to the Griggo Academy?" The blonde woman smiled then, placing a hand on the teen's shoulder.
"We're here."
I'm sorry! I had problems posting it the first time, so I guess it counted as double when I tried the second time. Just ignore the double post. And also, i'm not sure if it's too late to submit applications, and if it is, sorry for posting.
