The made-up trainer I'm roleplaying:
Name~ Tatay Mezeburh
Pokemon~ Elekid, Electabuzz
Clothes~ black, baggy, sports shorts, a yellow sleeveless top, sandals and white socks.
Description~ Periwinkle Hair in buns on both sides of her head, kind of like pigtails, square, black rimmed glasses, and likes to yell a lot. She adores electric-types.
Age~ looks 10, but really is 9.
~Pokemon Breeder~
It was nearly dusk, and a little girl was staring through the window of a candy shop. Of course, she knew her way home. The streets weren't too busy, but some people were still out. It was exactly 10:57, and the child's parents weren't even out looking for her. At least it was only a little cloudy, no rain. As Tatay stared through the window, her two pokemon, Electabuzz and Elekid sat beside her on a bench, and Tatay hoped the clerk would give her a pack of half `o dozen jelly beans. But the clerk only put up his CLOSED sign, and went out the back door. Tatay sighs, angerly, and yells, "I want candy!". There were now very few townspeople out, even the passing trainers heading to the Pokemon Center just hurried by, trying to avoid being involved with this kid. Tatay turns, her small eyes cold. Gathering her pokemon together, she hurries down the empty stone streets towards home, footsteps echoing.
After the 1 mile run, the little girl turns the key she was given from her parent's in the keyhole, unlocking the door. Tatay pushes the red, wood door open, hanging her little yellow coat on the hook and ran through the hallway doorway into the kitchen, where she found her mother cooking dinner (mashed patatoes, gravy and string beans) and worried sick. Tatay cries out, "Mama! Mama! I'm home! I saw the candy man today." Her father was on a buisness trip so he wasn't there. "Your'e sure back late tonight. Be careful out there. Oh, and would you and eleckid like some patatoes? Eat your green veggies, now", Tatay's mother said, growing calm. The young girl took a seat in a wooden chair and waited for her dinner while her pokemon jumped around, crying, "Elec! Kid!" and "Boodooraa!". Tatay thought for a moment and said, "Mama, could I be a trainer too?". Mrs. M. looked quite suprised. "Of course, Tatay. But there's more to it. You can be any type of trainer. Take a breeder for instance." Tatay looks puzzled, then asks, "I wanna be a breeder!". And after dinner when she brushed her teeth, looking into the mirror she said to herself, "I'm going to make a great breeder."
