Post by .scout on Feb 7, 2010 20:56:51 GMT -7
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Name: Scout
Species: Eevee
Type(s): Normal
Gender: Female
Region: Snow Region
Height: 1'0''
Weight: 14.3 lbs
Colour: brown
Markings: white key-shaped marking on her right flank.
Eye Colour: yellow
Personality: Scout is a cold Eevee. She likes power and doesn't give respect to anyone unless they respect her. She's fair to everyone she meets, but that doesn't mean she's nice. She doesn't believe in sugarcoating anything and doesn't ever beat the bush around --if there's a touchy subject that her and someone else are discussing, she won't hesitate to talk about topics that others might shy away from. She doesn't get embarrassed easily and can have the occasional sense of humor. She'd extremely loyal to friends and allies, and would do everything to protect them. The only opinion she has of other types is that the fire types are hotheaded and the bugs are weak. It was what her parents taught her and the stereotype hasn't left her yet. She morbidly dislikes heat and loves the cold region she lives in. She has a shield around her heart to protect her. She doesn't dwell on the subject of love too often. She thinks if she ever comes to it, she'll know what to do.
History: Scout's parents were fierce pokemon that taught her to be strong and emotionless. They scorned the other types and told her all their weaknesses. They especially hated the Fire and Bug types and filled her head with stereotypes and fairytales. When she was young, she believed these things and trained tell her paws bled. Her parents moved her several times, trying to find the best condition for her to grow up in. She knew that she had a big decision ahead of her in terms of evolving --being an Eevee she had seven different options. She already had a brother as an Umbreon and a sister as a Jolteon. They finally decided to move to the Cold Region where she could become a Glaceon. She dreamed of what she could become and she trained hard. However, she was behind of what she should've been for her age because of her parents travels and the various movings.
Role Play Example:
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i. She shook her crania roughly, her scruff lashing against her ears, coughing to get the dust out of her throat. She glanced back up at her father, as his glaring ebonite opticals stared back at her. His mouth was curved into an ugly snarl and for a moment, his gaze frightened her, her fur standing up on the back of her neck. She returned back to her position and waited for her father to come back at her, his teeth snapping close to her throat. She summersalted out of his way, timing it perfectly to face him, baring her one capped teeth. She launched herself at him, scrabbling her paws to grasp a hold of his scruff. He spun around from side to side and leaped up, landing back heavily. She managed to grasp on with her teeth at his neck, trying desperately to make sure her teeth didn't sink in too deep --if they did, she would be in a hell hole of trouble. She managed to keep the pressure just right and she could feel him breathing underneath her hold. However, he suddenly jumped backward and her grip slid. He flipped over and crushed her beneath him. She let out a sharp squeal and he got up immediately. Her father was very harsh, but he wouldn't kill his own daughter! She looked up to him. He was strong and powerful, and everyone seemed to cower in fear at the sight of him. He nodded quickly to her, murmuring something in his deep voice. She raised her height up to her toes --to glance at his back and see if there was a crimson line or not --but she didn't see any. She smiled happily at herself. She'd made her father proud!
crappy post. bleh.
