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For a start, I'll submit a few info about a character that was supposed to be for a magical story (which was cancelled xD). No worries, though, as she isn't completely recycled; the only things that I had progress with before were her name and the outline of her personality as well as the color of her hair.
Done! Not the best that I can present, but hope it's all right.
Name: Lyrica Frost
Wild Human or Pokemon: WILD HUMAN
Gender: Female
Age in human years: 17
Appearance: A person with fair complexion and stands at flatly five feet, Lyrica is definitely one of those that get teased for being short for her age; thankfully, her weight of fifty-three kilograms doesn't add to the insulting part of her appearance. Aside from the noticeable 'lack of height', she is most often seen with her light icy-blue, past-shoulder-length hair in a messy state -- not to the point of being tangled here and there, yet it's obvious to everyone who takes a look at her that she doesn't brush her hair very much. That is true and is because this teenager thinks she looks better that way than being similar to the girls who obsess about their hair; she does give more attention to her full bangs, as they'd end up making her appear stupid if not taken care of. Lying a few inches below her full bangs, past the not-so-thick eyebrows, are her eyes that have irises colored in a tone that is somewhat darker than that of her hair. Her sense of sight is starting to get blurry and she would appreciate it if her future Pokemaster buys her glasses; she would have preferred contact lenses if only she wasn't so afraid of the possible blindness that they could cause. Then again, she can still see well, so she isn't too concerned about this… for now.
Nowadays, Lyrica typically wears clothes with any shade of blue, since she read in a random magazine that they help in making her feel relaxed. She isn't the type who follows fashion, thus her taste may come off as a little too simple -- she dons a semi-long-sleeved white shirt with deep sky blue horizontal lines and a pair of black denim shorts; as for footwear, it depends on her situation: when just travelling, Lyrica goes with flat open sandals, but if in a battle, she switches to doll shoes for the sake of her feet's protection. Sandals and shoes, they're both of the black hue, and whichever isn't currently used by her feet are kept inside a small rose pink backpack that she carries everywhere she may be.
Lastly, Lyrica has a silver necklace that has a pendant in the shape of a water droplet. She never takes it off, and should anything happen to it. Well. See below.
Elemental type: Fire/Ice
Personality: Lyrica's personality could be considered as weird, cliché, or unique -- it depends on how people think. Generally, she's hot-headed as well as impatient, but can be zealous about a thing or two... especially when it comes to those that involve a pen or pencil and a paper. She doesn't like waiting for too long and once her temper runs out for whatever reason, she'd go around showing her scowling face without caring what those around her might assume; she won't tolerate gossips, however, and will definitely not hesitate to snap at whoever's making one, which often gets her into trouble. Thankfully, Lyrica isn't a violent person -- she actually dislikes physical pain, and hating it is one of her passions (or so she claims); therefore, she'll try her best to control herself when it comes to hitting others out of anger. Now that the world has changed, she's merely preparing herself for whatever hurt she'll inflict and be inflicted with; due to her nature, Lyrica will most likely specialize in attacks under the special category -- she believes they aren't as painful as the ones in the 'opposing' class.
Thanks to her fiery temperament, Lyrica usually repels the people that try to approach her, thus making friends is quite a problem for her. She makes a sincere attempt to lessen her outbursts, but it's hard for her. A simple pet on the head is enough to calm her down, though, and if anyone manages to do that, then they can be rest assured that they have been automatically included into Lyrica's small circle of companions.
She does have a soft side, and it can only be seen when she's doing something that she really likes, especially when it's playing the piano. Whoever's with her will notice a bit of a drastic change in her attitude: the hyper, touchy Lyrica is momentarily replaced by a gentle Lyrica who wants nothing but to achieve her dream of becoming a professional pianist; she's also quite fond of drawing despite not being good at it and when speaking about her works, a tone of modesty is always present. She wishes to get better, yet given the current situation, she has presumed that she'll never be able to reach her goals. Still, that doesn't stop her from trying to improve whenever she gets the chance to do so.
From what was written above, it could be said that Lyrica isn't too bothered with the whole reversal stuff -- it's half-true: she's actually quite excited to know what type of element she'd possess as well as what she'd be able to do with them, like if she'll learn moves similar to those of the Pokemon or if they'll depend on her. She's hoping that it's the latter, as she wants to develop her creativity. Excitement aside, Lyrica is worried about being trapped inside a dimension of nothingness -- she is, after all, afraid of total darkness because it makes her feel like she's blind, which is her worst fear. To end up in the hands of the wrong Pokemaster would totally be disastrous for her.
Background Story/History: Like every other teenager that chose to be linked to Pokemon, Lyrica had a dream that was connected to those creatures -- a dream to be a Top Coordinator. She was native to Hearthome City, the place where the best ordinary Contests were held, or so she believes, and watching every competition from an early age made her want to be a contestant as well. Her mother supported it while her father wished for her to be a pianist like him. Because she wanted to make both of them proud, Lyrica decided to spend most of her childhood with learning to play the piano before venturing out; during those times, it became apparent that she inherited her paternal parent's skills, and she eventually enjoyed making music through the instrument's magical, melodic voice. That ignited the desire to be able to be as good as -- or maybe even better than -- her dad someday, but that didn't mean she lost sight of her first goal… well, not completely, to say the least.
She began on her Pokemon journey when she was about sixteen and a half, as she got a little too engrossed with her passion for music; given how soothing the piano is, it's unknown how Lyrica developed into the hothead that she is now. No one knew of the reason except for her: thanks to being surrounded by classical, sweet melody for almost all the time, she 'forgot' how it felt like to be angry. She probably wouldn't have started on her way to become a Top Coordinator if her mom didn't snap her out of the 'trance' that she was in for the past nine years; the necklace that she has now was given to her to serve as a reminder of what her primary objective was, and so that she wouldn't revert to the 'endlessly happy' person she used to be if ever she plays with the piano again or finds another passion. It came as a surprise when her father actually agreed with her maternal parent; she thought he'd contradict his wife again, yet he didn't. That was when she realized there was something wrong… with her. To straighten out things, Lyrica left home with a Glameow that was a sixteenth-birthday present from her father.
To say their Adventure Time was filled with lots of fights that were caused by the human's fiery personality that had been released ever since she was 'freed' is the wrong stuff to state; actually, the Glameow -- who was nicknamed Mittens -- helped in controlling Lyrica's temper. Imagine a cat petting a person -- that's how it went for them. Due to the amount of the Catty Pokemon's control, she turned pretty twisted and somehow manipulated her Trainer to get into fights with other people and Pokemon so that she'd have her all to herself. It took a while before Lyrica noticed it and when she finally did, it was too late: the Reversal had already taken place. She was lucky, nevertheless, that her Glameow wasn't fully corrupted and still had the heart to set her free.
Right now, Lyrica is torn between wanting to go back to her Glameow friend despite knowing how risky it is, and finding a new -- hopefully nicer, kinder -- Pokemaster.
RP Example: Taken from The Shattered Era. :3
Spoiler:
Cherry
From a forest near Birch Enclave to the enclave
From a forest near Birch Enclave to the enclave
*Twitch twitch*
Cherry's ear feathers went up and down twice -- they picked up something loud that came from the Birch enclave. She was in a forest that was nearby, looking for berries to eat as well as ones that could help with her stepfather's cold. He has been spending sleepless nights for the past few days, since he said something bad was going to happen someday; he wasn't a psychic or anything, but his senses seemed to be a bit more heightened than the rest of their specie... or maybe it was just because of how experienced he is. Either way, he didn't have to do what he did, as there were some other Pokemon that kept an eye over the enclaves. Sure, he may be a creature of the night, but lack of sleep is another thing, and... Cherry sighed. She has been in the forest for countless hours now, almost lost in the world of worry as she tried to figure out which berry would cure her stepfather, who was too stubborn to accept any aid from their medics. Maybe she should have taken a lesson or two from one of their nurses, but then, she was an Infiltrator, not a medic student... Yeah, I'm not a Pokemon that took the course of medicine... Rather, my real father made me train non-stop for stealth and everything else related to being a spy... And... wait.
If it weren't for the announcement, she would have probably spent all day and night there.
Cherry looked up. "Ah, shoot! The announcement... what was it about again?" she closed her eyes and tried to recall it; since she was preoccupied when she heard it, only a few words managed to stay in her mind: "Go to the convention center." The female Weavile's organs for seeing opened after the recollection. She then placed the berries she had into the bushes and made a mental reminder to come back for them later. Whoever called for the Forces sounded pretty bothered, and the only reason that Cherry could think of was that something bad did happen -- she just doesn't know what. First my stepfather and now, possibly the rest of the Mechanists, she thought, feeling quite disheartened, as she placed her hand-claws in front of her and focused some energy into them; soon, a light blue orb was formed and was quickly followed by a same-shaded beam that began to create a frozen path. She had to be careful not to let her Ice Beam touch any of the plants, but thanks to the spaciousness of the forest, she didn't have to worry so much about freezing anything. When she started to walk on it and move forward, the ice-made path from behind her immediately disappeared.
Thanks to that sort of transportation, Cherry arrived at the Birch enclave faster than she would have if she went there on foot. She managed to catch a glimpse of a Pokemon who just went inside. So I'm not the only one who was late. Then again, the other Pokemon came several seconds earlier, and that makes a difference. Breathing out, the Weavile with cherry-red eyes stopped using her Ice Beam then jumped onto the ground, and when she landed, the frozen path completely vanished. Better late than never, her mind uttered, but she was still rather afraid to go in: a part of her didn't want to hear the bad news, while the other half urged her to brace herself for the worse and get ready. Unsure of which among those two she should follow, Cherry chose to just lean on the wall beside the glass door and listen to what they would talk about. The playful side of her managed to kick in, though, and gave her the idea of making a dramatic entrance if ever they say something that would elicit such action. No, now's not the time to fool around. She semi-gently hit her head in disbelief, yet she honestly found the little scheme to be amusing. Knowing she'd probably end up doing it if she doesn't go inside, Cherry decided to enter the convention center.
"Forgive me for my lateness, um, Sirs and Madams." She always seems to speak rather formally when in the presence of the other Mechanists that she aren't close to, especially to those of the higher positions.
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