Post by PIX AMANE on Nov 3, 2012 20:40:31 GMT -5
Meet Pix!
Full Name: Pix Iris Amane
Nickname(s): N/A
Age: Sixteen
Home Region: Hoenn
Occupation: Trainer
Face Claim: Haruhi Suzumiya
Appearance:
Pix would describe herself as a rather scrawny girl, although she has been told she has cute curves. Only sixteen, her body still isn't as developed as she's hoping it's going to be. She is five feet and four inches tall, which she feels is average. Her eyes are a chocolate brown, and her hair is just a few shades darker than her eyes. She also prefers to keep her hair short. She feels that it helps show off her personality.
Personality:
One way to describe Pix would be over-confident. She thinks she can do everything, which in reality, isn't true. For example, she thinks she can be a great Pokemon trainer when she isn't very good at it at all. She's probably on the bottom of the charts. She can also be very stubborn. If there's something she wants, she won't stop until she has it. If she wanted a rematch with another trainer, she wouldn't stop until she got it. Some people even consider her rude. Underneath that though, she is extremely caring. She treats her Pokemon with respect and takes responsibility where it's needed.
Likes:
- Pokemon
- Strawberries
- Hair Ribbons
- Battling
- Traveling
Dislikes:
- Loosing
- Being told she's wrong
- Burnt food
- Being bored
- Not having her coffee in the morning
Fear(s):
- Spiders
Dream(s):
- To become a fantastic Pokemon trainer
History:
One way to describe Pix would be over-confident. She thinks she can do everything, which in reality, isn't true. For example, she thinks she can be a great Pokemon trainer when she isn't very good at it at all. She's probably on the bottom of the charts. She can also be very stubborn. If there's something she wants, she won't stop until she has it. If she wanted a rematch with another trainer, she wouldn't stop until she got it. Some people even consider her rude. Underneath that though, she is extremely caring. She treats her Pokemon with respect and takes responsibility where it's needed.
History:
Pix was born in the Hoenn region, which is where she stayed for most of her life. Her parents always thought she was a bit off, because she chose to play with both stuffed animals and toy guns. She was never horribly girlie, but she could exactly be put under the tomb boy category either. She didn't lean towards either of her parents when it came to who she tried to be like. They felt she equally took after them both.
The boring and plain that was Pix's childhood ended when she was eleven. It was the morning she had planned to go out and become a Pokemon Trainer. She was super excited for it, although she'd only known it was what she wanted to do for a few short months. When Pix was about to change into her day time clothes, her dad came in with some horrible news. He told her that her mother had died in a car crash on her way to work. Needless to say, Pix didn't become a trainer that day.
Having issues dealing with the grief and not wanting to leave her father all alone, Pix decided to stay. She stayed home and helped take care of the house, doing the things her mother had always done. She did the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, and everything else that needed to get done while her father was at work. She was content, but not happy. It was just something she had to do, whether she enjoyed her life like this or not.
When Pix turned sixteen, her father just couldn't take it anymore. He wanted his daughter to do more than work around the house all day. He wanted her to be happy doing something exciting with her life. Taking a few weeks to do it, he finally convinced her to go out and have a life of adventure as a Pokemon trainer with one of her local friends, Max, who had been traveling on his own for a while already. He did this by giving her his one and only pokemon, Lilllipup.
Together, Max and Pix traveled around a bit until they ended up in the Johto region. There, in the Johto region, they came across an amazing Pokemon Hotel where they decided to settle for a while. It had the tools to help her and Max both become better trainers.
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MY POKEMON
MY POKEMON
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Name: Torchic
Nickname: N/A
Type: Fire
Gender: Female
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Name: Mareep
Nickname: Meepy
Type: Electric
Gender: Male
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Name: Lillipup
Nickname: N/A
Type: Normal
Gender: Female
Roleplay Example:
An uncomfortable burning sensation made it's way up Pix's throat as she lay there with blurry vision. She let out a few coughs, which she was almost positive came with spat up up water. How gross, she thought to herself. Her vision slowly began to return to her so worked until she managed to send the signals to her body to sit up. She looked down at her legs. They were scratched up pretty badly, and there was a heavy board on top of her calves which she couldn't manage to slip her legs out from. She felt weaker then usual, as though her head was put inside of of giant tin can and someone was banging on the outside of it. Her ears were ringing with an annoying high pitched sound. Pix tried to move her legs out from underneath the board again. Nothing.
Realizing she wasn't going to break free, she lifted up her head and scanned the area with her chocolate eyes for any help she could find. She felt shocked when she noticed her environment, and her head began to put two and two together. They had crashed, and she had no idea where she was. How was she ever going to get in touch with her father? Unaware of their fates, Pix assumed the ship's crew would have the answers to their getting home. Maybe they could some how call for back up.
Pix pushed her soaking wet hair out of her eyes. There was so much wreckage in front of her, she doubted that any one could even see her. She would have to call for help. After all, there had to be people around here somewhere. Where else did they have to go?
"H-h-help," Pix let out in almost a whisper before clearing her throat again. "HELP!"
There is was, the loud cry for help that she needed. No, she wasn't fatally injured, but she was scared. Plus, the board on her legs was hurting more than she wanted to admit to herself.
Realizing she wasn't going to break free, she lifted up her head and scanned the area with her chocolate eyes for any help she could find. She felt shocked when she noticed her environment, and her head began to put two and two together. They had crashed, and she had no idea where she was. How was she ever going to get in touch with her father? Unaware of their fates, Pix assumed the ship's crew would have the answers to their getting home. Maybe they could some how call for back up.
Pix pushed her soaking wet hair out of her eyes. There was so much wreckage in front of her, she doubted that any one could even see her. She would have to call for help. After all, there had to be people around here somewhere. Where else did they have to go?
"H-h-help," Pix let out in almost a whisper before clearing her throat again. "HELP!"
There is was, the loud cry for help that she needed. No, she wasn't fatally injured, but she was scared. Plus, the board on her legs was hurting more than she wanted to admit to herself.