Name: Cornelia Bree Cooper
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Cornelia likes the spectacular and the sparkley. She was originally a Coordinator, she knows how to make her moves look gorgeous. This particular feature shows in most of what she does, from the way she walks to the way she releases a Pokémon from their balls. Everything is a show to her. This means she, herself, is a show too. She spends a lot of attention looking as pretty as her Pokémon would.
She's also a bit obsessive. When something is on her mind, it is sure to stay that way for a long, long time. In fact, unless she'll find something better to obsess about, she'll only stop when it's been done. One of those things were contests, and when she had won enough ribbons to consider the job done, she went to the League Challenge.
Also, she doesn't let things go. Be it good things, or bad things. If she doesn't like you, she doesn't like you. This is a bad pairing with the fact she judges quickly. So if she sees you as a scrawny little nerd that is as weak as a reed, this image will stay the same unless she sees you arm-wrestle with a Charizard, so to speak.
Grudges is another specialty of this lady. You insult her, she'll hold it against you for quite the while. In fact, if you've really hit it, she'll shoot you down at every opportunity. Yes, she has no problem with fierce come-backs, be it under her breath or in your face.
Corny's temper is another thing. She gets mad easily, and she shouts. A lot. A verbal fight is easily encouraged, and she won't hold back. She might throw some serious insults at you, or simply walk away when she can't win. Also, she doesn't like admitting she's wrong. So, if she said something awful to you, rather than completely regret it, she'll try to tell herself that it was partly deserved. She's one of those people that, even if it is in a situation where it's useless, she'll yell and shout threats and insults to you.
Her big mouth is definitely one of her worst features. One of the few things that calms her is grooming her Pokémon, or simply petting them. She talks to them, if they can understand her or not. Especially when she's upset, or mad. She talks to herself, too, mostly under her breath. Overall she's quite a person to deal with, and you really need to know exactly how to deal with her.
Appearance: Cornelia is one of those people that would get called a drama queen by the unpopular groups at school. She has copper blonde hair that falls neatly, and completely straight, to just a little over her shoulders. Her bangs are cut to gradually fall to the side. Her hair looks like it could be part of a shampoo commercial. She is very reluctant to put it in a ponytail, because it is said to damage the hair, so when she needs it out of the way, she partly pins it back with a hair-friendly hairclip.
Her eyes are light blue in color, they're nothing special. This is mainly due to the fact there isn't much Cornelia can do to make them prettier. So instead, she takes better care of her hair and let it take the attention off of the eyes. Her skin is a slight bit tanned from travelling, and looks healthy. It's not something she does a terrible lot about, for travelling with body lotion all the time is too much of a nuisance. Instead she tries to avoid the worst climates for skin. But sometimes it is simply inevitable.
Her built is very skinny, and slim. This also means she has a rather small chest and is not very tall in general. She's 1.55m long, which she tries to enhance with heels when she can. But of course, it isn't possible to go on a long journey with high heels, so most of the time she's just short.
She prefers her clothing to be of light or pastel colors. She's just girly that way. She travels with a few different tank tops. One is soft green, one is soft orange and the other is lilac. For colder regions she owns a brown trench coat-like jacket with fake fur on the inside for warmth. Also, for a happy medium, she owns a teal shirt with a wide, round collar, the sleeves reaching her elbows. She almost always wears white, dress-like pants. She also owns a white skirt made out of light fabric with lilac flowers embroidered on it. This she usually wears with her teal shirt for contests, it's more formal. This is all stored into a yellow should-strapped bag with loads of pockets for little things. She only has one pair of shoes, which are yellow All-Stars with black roses.
Her Pokémon are stored on the strap of the bag for easy access.
History: Corny's mother was a coordinator and taught her all there was of the subject. She grew up with rules involving looks and behavior. Her mother insisted that she be graceful at every moment. Never would she wear her pajamas outside of her bed. Her hair was always in a pretty hairstyle and she always wore girly and pretty clothing.
Cornelia loved it, from when she was a child she would be proud of her frilly dresses. Too bad her hair was Copper, for pink would clash horribly with it.
She grew up in Lillycove City, where her mother participated in the Master Contests. Her mother taught her the business, beginning with the most affective moves and ending with how to make them beautiful but deadly. She received her first Pokémon when she was seven, a Meowth received from her father. He was rarely home, and one day he brought home the Pokémon as a gift for her.
She loved the little demon, for the Meowth was quite mischievous when he was little. Always playing with it and brushing it.
When she was 14, she finally convinced her mother to let her travel with Mau, for so she called her Meowth. She tried in Hoenn first, but she soon found she was known as Allegra Connor's daughter, and that she couldn't quite own up to that title. Plus, it was embarrassing to be pointed at and whispered about. She tried it, she even travelled for a year, training her Meowth so it would learn new, and more beautiful, moves.
During her journey through Hoenn she captured a Spheal, which she called Nico. The main reason she wanted a Spheal as that her evolutions would be amazing for contests with their icy goodness.
She didn't have much time to train him, though, because soon after she decided to give up on coordinating in Hoenn, it was too demanding. Even though she was a good Coordinator, she was not as good as her mother, which was what everyone seemed to expect.
So a year after she started, she came to her mother to say goodbye and travel to Sinnoh instead. As a parting gift, her mother gave her an Eevee. She said it had previously hatched and she couldn't take care of it. She, herself, owned a Flareon and she wanted her daughter to have one too, so she gave her a Firestone too.
Cornelia wanted to train Eevee first, before she evolved her, and so she trained hard Sinnoh. Her Aunt was expecting her in Hearthome but she decided to take the long cut. While she was training in a certain forest, Eevee suddenly evolved. Leafeon was born.
With Leafeon and Persian by her side, she conquered many a contest. So many that she got a bit tired of them. They were no more challenge for her. So she decided to turn everything around, and go through the gym challenges too. She defeated most of them with the grace of a coordinator. Her Pokémon got technically stronger, too.
So didn't pay much heed to the ongoing Teams war. Team Magma and Aqua had always been a little of a joke back home, and she rarely saw much of Galactic. But with such taste in clothing, they couldn't mean anything.
Of course, the forming of the new team was a bit more alarming, but still did not really concern her. The only thing concerning Cornelia was her goal. Which was always to win and be better.
Pokémon:
Persian (Mau)
Gender: Female
Level: 36
Type: Normal
Moves:
Slash (Normal)
Power Gem
(Rock)
Dark Pulse
(Dark)
Thunder Bolt
(Electric)
Leafeon (Melot)
Gender: Female
Level: 31
Type: Grass
Moves:
Magical Leaf
(Grass)
Synthesis
(Grass)
Quick Attack (Normal)
Shadow Ball
(Ghost)
Spheal (Nico)
Gender: Male
Level: 25
Type: Water/Ice
Moves:
Aurora Beam
(Ice)
Body Slam (Normal)
Surf
(Water)
Ice Ball
(Ice)
Post Sample: From an original Roleplay:
"I still think this is not a very good idea." A dark skinned man, dressed entirely in white, was accompanying a woman through a mess of stalls. He was wearing a thin cotton shirt with black decorations at the neckline and sleeves and the same light cotton white pants with the same black swirles embroidered on the ends. His bald head was covered by a white, squareish hat. Under the shirt it was visible her had quite some muscles going on for him. He didn't wear a weapon but it seemed he didn't need any. His strength would do the trick.
"You have expressed that opinion often enough, Kalib, but we cannot turn back now. It's too late for sulking and objections, just enjoy the sights!" The young woman's eyes were wide with all the sights, she felt like a child again. Her hair was decorated with three small braids on each side of her head, each of them had a cotton orange or white ribbon braided within and was decorated with different kind of beads, all in shades of white and orange. Her sleeveless top was of a heavier cotton than Kalib's and a earthly orange, more beads decorated it's V-neckline. The skirt was of a light and flowing fabric with an underskirt underneath it. She also wore a longer necklace with a small red stone carved in the form of a lily and a choker with a red stone with a lily engraved. It was good luck to wear the source of you last name around with you. The pieces of ribbon in her hair all tied together in the middle and there was a single white feather with a dark tip attached, to further the superstition of the origin of her name. Some strands of her hair were left out of the braid at the front to frame her face and behind them shone a thin golden headband a few tiny red stones in the middle. The last piece of jewelry she wore was a ring of beads and gold on her upper-right arm. The benefits of money.
"Nothing is going to happen, Kalib, I am certain of it. There must be at least a thousand people watching the ceremony and aren't there 5 pairs chosen each one? That leaves slight chance of being picked for either of us. I would rather risk that chance, than the good luck that I miss if I don't get to see this. And plus, this place is lovely!" She handed a vendor a few coins and she received two strawberries on sticks coated with a layer of chocolate. "These looks delicious!" She handed the spare one to Kalib, who took it gratefully.
"But miss Aderyn, do not be too soon in eliminating chances. Fate has a strange way of working."
"And if it feels it should work it's way on me today, so it will, but I doubt it. Why would fate want my imprintation anyway? I would not mean much for the draconics. I would much rather live my quiet life."
There was too much to see, too much to take in. Beautiful decorations everywhere, children running around with masks, some adults even wore them. Most were wearing their best outfits. Mothers trying to get their children to calm down. She even saw a little girl in a pretty green velvet dress, which she had seemed to be wearing a while. She looked rather dirty, but Aderyn thought nothing more of it.
"Look at this gorgeous statue! What is it made of? Jade I believe." the statue in question was of a dull green and the draconic on it was very majestic with huge horns and a mane to suit a lion. It also had large wings folded by it's side.
"Did you know Draconics had wings? I never knew that!"
"I am very certain they, in fact, do not, miss Aderyn. It seems the sculptor of this statue had the wrong image in mind, " was Kalib's reply. He kept an eye on everyone around them, which was his duty as her guard. He was hired to protect her from thieves and criminals while she went out, for she was obviously rich and therefore a target to those who seek money themselves.
She felt like a child again while looking at all the stalls. There was silk embroidered with pictures of the majestic beasts. Jewelry thatw as said to be made from the horns of a Draconic. She saw one of jade beads with small white circles in between that the stallkeeper insisted was draconic horn and helped to secure a stable marriage. She bought in and slipped it on her wrist.
"I doubt that has even been near a draconic once. It is most likely just bone."
"Isn't there anything you believe in, Kalib. You seem to question anything anyone sells. I refuse to believe that nice man would lie to me."
"If that is what you wish to think miss Aderyn." the large man sighed, but Aderyn was seemingly oblivious to it. She kept looking into stalls and gasping over the beautiful items on display.
He could swear that if the De Lille family wasn't buried into old money, miss Aderyn alone could make them bankrupt in a month. Luckily she restrained from buying anything else for it would be a burden to keep with them during the imprinting. But after that, Kalib feared the worst.
They walked past a rich couple talking to a darkhaired girl. As she walked past she heard a flicker of the conversation.
"jus'a couple years younger than a married lass. Brown hair, green velvet dress. She pro'ably looks a couple days unclean. Lizzy's mum an' da' are very worried.
"Why, I just walked past a girl just like that! I saw her at a food stand past the silk seller and the great statue of the winged Draconic." Aderyn smiled at the girl, seeing her obvious concern in the matter. She was wearing clothing bearing signs of wear and she seemed a bit dirty. Had she been living rough? The woman, who Aderyn assumed was the man's wife, seemed very uncomfortable around the girl, as if she was about to jump at her. The man, though, seemed not to care at all. He actually seemed very cold and distant. She found she didn't like him at all.
Kalib was staying close to her now, obviously eying the girl closely. Aderyn really did hope the girl found this Lizzie, she was surely not deserving to get lost and swept up in the streets. And the girl seemed so worried about her.
