===>GENERAL DATA
Full Name: Noelani Darius, often called Noel or Lani, depending on your preference
Age: 15
Gender: Female
==>IN-DEPTH
Appearance:
Noelani is an odd little Ducklett, name aside. She's a nice height, about four feet and seven inches tall. A lass who frequently ran after the ocean waves since childhood, she has a light tan occasionally marred by thick layers of sunscreen. She could burn after all. A little muscle from working at home makes her no one special, but plenty to look at, even at this young age. Her hair is white, a trait she managed to receive from her family, birth family mind you. It is now long and soft, cared for as best as a tomboy can. Of course, that also makes it delightfully uneven due to being hacked up by scissors. Puberty has blessed her and blessed her well, making her not simply adorable in the mirror, but illustrious.
Her eyes are striking, a surprising heterochromic pale blue with a ring of purple around the pupil. She enjoys them, finds them a lot of fun to scare people with because they look like a cat Pokemon's eyes. Noel frequently has a smile on her face, mischief and good cheer keeping her cheeks tinted a slightly pink and dimples on her face. On her forehead is an odd scar like a nick. She got it by accident when she was very little. Barely remembers it. At least there was no brain damage... probably. Her nails are bare, but cut low, so she doesn't do anything silly like claw someone's eyes out. Why do that when you can
punch them?
Noel dresses with a mite of forethought. That would be because she is well aware of how much trouble she will be tempted to cause. So she wears blue jeans that are cut off just past her knees and a black short sleeved shirt. She loves short sleeves. If she has to wear a jacket, she will, but it's mean to make her. Her shoes are typically purple, because purple is AWESOME, you know. Closed toes shoes at the moment, like a mixture of sandal and gym shoe.
When it's cold, because she's been through the cold and frankly it
sucks, she pulls out this really big, FLUFFY red coat lined with wool that reaches all the way down past her butt and to her knees. It has this huge hood and these ties that can tighten it. Sometimes people think of her as a mini, female Santa Claus. You know, except with less weight. She also wears these nice black boots and white pants. If it was a little lighter, she'd forgo the pants for a skirt but... you know. Priority is staying warm.
Noel also has no accessories, finding accessories silly and meant to be kept in bags for your rooms or something. So she has a black bag on her back but that's it.
Personality:
Noel is chipper, social, and also a terror to be handled on any given day.
She is, in other words, the near opposite of her father at that age. Except for that last part.
Noel is a vibrant ball of energy who would try to run across the region if given the chance. Full of pep, and capable of skipping almost anywhere, this adolescent is everything good and happy in the world, and she won't let you forget it. Bouncing on the balls of one foot half the time, she is not a loud person, but you would think she was. She can be all up in people's business sometimes, honestly. Her favorite thing to do is make friends. She will be the outstretched hand or peek over your shoulder.
Introverts beware.
Rarely is this girl unhappy. Rarely is this girl unenthusiastic. She's even happy if she loses. That means there's bigger and better chances to kick butt next time! Because there will be a next time, she just knows it. She's so happy for the winner that it hurts sometimes. Earnest and loyal are Noel as well and she makes it seem rather easy. She is confident too. She won't say she can do something if she absolutely can't. She'll certainly try anyway though. Silly. One of the few things her father taught her was to be kind to other people, which is hilarious considering who he was. He doesn't want anyone else to be treated as he was, a freak, outcast. So he taught her to never do it. That wonderful Golden Rule comes in very handy. Help others as they would help you. Treat others as you wish to be treated. She lives by these rules and they are easily applied to Pokemon.
She considers Pokemon as her partners, working to achieve the same goal, be it in a contest or a battle to kick major trainer butt. She doesn't really think Pokemon are better than humans, or that humans are better than Pokemon. People that think either way are useless to her because they do not see the bigger picture of a world without either humans or Pokemon. She is a snob in that regard, but at the same time, is not discriminatory.
However, she also is a very childish kind of kid. She pouts easily. Not very spoiled, as a few adventures left her in quite a bit of danger, but things going wrong for someone else or generally going wrong can start the patterns of sulk or a tantrum. They can quickly fizzle out but we can never be too careful. Also, though she can be really, really smart, she also has a lot of trouble with listening. Or sitting still. She also is very quick to the punch and has this horrible habit of assuming things. Though Noel has been taught to observe like a super Pokedex, she has not mastered the ability. Nor can she shut up when she does. It was a habit as a toddler of not lying. Well, we know where that got her.
Something that also gets her in trouble is her bad habit of teasing people. She never does it to make anybody angry persay, but she likes seeing people squirm. It's always made her giggle. Of course,embarrass her and it's a whole other can of beans. She has a habit of shouting when she gets mad. Otherwise, she never shouts. She just sometimes talks a little loud, a little awkwardly to cover silence. Noel is also prone to punching. Look out gaiz.
Background:
Noel knows she was born to an unconventional teenager at the wrong time, and doesn't particularly care. Her father works very hard for her. She is not always happy, and sometimes was left wanting. However, she was always safe, and he always loved her. Still does, even. And he always had super strong Pokemon too. Apparently her name was her mother's idea. Bad one mom, really. So embarrassing. Oh well, it makes her different. She likes different. Her mother is also different. She is always busy and can see her maybe once a year, maybe four times. It is very odd.
Noel was born in Sinnoh, while her father and mother were both born in Hoenn. Odd, since her father still isn't sure where he was born and has no certificate to back it up. She spent the first few years of her life there, with her father and a man named Alexander, her unofficial "uncle". She remembered very little of that time, other than runes and letters and times spent in a large backyard chasing a Pokemon with white fur and a creature made of leaves.
Even faintly, she remembers those happy days.
Then, her father was not a constant, but he was around so often that he was practically there all the time. If he wasn't, a Pokemon was there, typically a mildly insane Raichu or a vain Milotic. They were good Pokemon, kind, if a little weird. At that time, she was very sick. Her father will never tell her what she was sick with, but it was something that should have never gone away, ruined her chances of becoming a trainer or much of anything. In normal circumstances, the age of ten would have been her last stop, if that long.
But... by a miracle, or perhaps divine meddling of some sort, Noelani recovered slowly for two years. Her father had done something but that something was a question never meant to be answered as far as she was concerned. She simply knew that he had solved it and come home. That was enough. It had to be enough for this very moment. Whatever it had done, it had changed her papa. He had been a rather rough, harsh man with a squishy core that a few people could see. After that, she saw more of his squishy, earnest core. And that was good. Yes, that was very good.
They moved to Olivine City not long after she had turned six and remained there. Uncle Xander had remained behind, but he visited once in a while and that was good. That was very good. Often enough, her father's Milotic took her to the beach while he worked. He was a cook. For someone like him, who was reputed to be one of the most knowledgeable archaeologists of the age, it seemed too humble and modest. He shouldn't even have to work. However, Noel knew her father. The anonymity of it was what he wanted. It was where he flourished, in quiet attention. She did wonder if that man he had met would ever actually find them. Or maybe Papa was going to look for him himself. She wondered a lot about that. Never aloud though. Aloud, she wanted him all to herself.
Sometimes, it bothered her that she only got phone calls from her mother. Then, Noel simply got over it. She was fickle at times, and she was busy even more. She was happier with her father.
Most of the time, if she wasn't outside towards the seawater, Noel would sit behind the counter in the restaurant, learning things with crayons and sailors telling old tales in her ear. Or she was bothering the Ampharos in the lighthouse. She would quite like an Ampharos. They were nice Pokemon, and strong too.
It was at one trip to the beach when she, eight years old, tried to catch a Pokemon without a Pokeball. It was a Krabby. She tried to carry it home and tame it. In return, she got a scar on her head. Oh well. It was funny, That was when she decided: she would have a Pokemon, no matter what.
And now, at the age of sixteen, that was exactly what she was going to do.
Her father had laughed at this. What had taken her so long to decide, he had asked. Even Alma the Absol had giggled at her. He did not blame her, however. Her Papa had found the person he was looking for, completely by accident. She hadn't wanted to leave until her Papa was able to be happy without her. And, by the time that had happened, Noel had known that would never quite be the case. Now, at least, he would not be a lonely Papa.
With that knowledge in her mind, she was undeterred. She would go on a journey and she would beat everyone in her way until she had a team, just like her Papa's, a happy team. Maybe she would find a friend while she was at it.
It couldn't hurt to look. So she went to look in Hoenn.
=>POKÉMON
Starter Pokémon: Zeus, the God Pikachu and the evolved form of a lightning bolt, I mean Pichu. An arrogant little sod who loves nothing more than rubbing into the faces of other people how worthless they in comparison to him or his master, but mostly him. Sarcastic, sly, and very much in love with his tail, this little critter fights to the end because he is a GOD and expecting any less from him is BLASPHEMY. He is GOD on POKE EARTH AND YOU WILL RESPECT HIM OR ELSE HE'LL- ahem. Anyway, while he avoids dramatic speeches for epic oneliners, he mostly is uninterested in most of the planet. He'll simply disregard anybody most of the time, except Noel, who, by virtue of having a weird name, is important, or the team members because they are all his minions. Including you. Yes, you. Got it? Good. He hates repeating himself.
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