Post by elle on Oct 26, 2007 8:04:51 GMT 10
Name: Elle Braxton
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 15
Sexuality Preference: Bisexual
Appearance:
Elle has long, straight blond hair, usually kept in a high pony-tail that sweeps down her back. She has dark bluish-green eyes with a yellow-ish ring around her pupils, nothing special, but she likes to point it out to people. Her nose is long and straight, a bit too long and some the cartilage inside it is disconnected, giving Elle the ability to dislocate it and make her nose look weird to freak people out. Some kid in sixth grade hit her in the face and almost broke her nose, but doing so caused the cartilage to break and heal off-center. Elle's lips are naturally full, but not too full. She has a light scattering of freckles on her upper cheeks, and thick eyebrows. Maintenance is required on them, which is a bit of a hassle for Elle. Of course, she'd rather not have a blond unibrow, so she doesn't complain often about having to pluck her eyebrows.
Elle's body type is thin, but stocky. She's relatively the average height and weight for her age, but her legs are much thicker than her arms in proportion. Elle has strong calves and thighs, but weak upper-body/arm strength. Growing up in the hills, Elle was able to develop strong core strength and leg strength, but didn't focus much on her arms.
Elle wears khaki shorts and a blue tank top over a white, long-sleeved t-shirt. She also wears hiking boots and white socks, carries a walking stick, and has a blue back-pack where she stores her trainer items. Mira, Elle's mother, gave her a Pokeball belt when Elle set out to become a trainer; Elle wears that around her waist at all times.
Poor eyesight is, unfortunately, hereditary in Elle's family, so she wears a pair of tan-rimmed glasses all the time. Her other accessories include a pair of freshwater pearl earrings her dad bought her for her fourteenth birthday and a wooden charm necklace that belonged to her great-grandmother who belonged to a tribal island nation.
Personality:
Elle is a particularly optimistic person when she is not in any trouble; she's good at consoling others, although when she helps people, Elle has a tendency to forget her own problems. When Elle is in a difficult situation, she usually cracks nervous jokes to cope with the issue, which tends to annoy those around her. Fortunately, Elle doesn't get into many predicaments (yet).
Like her father, Elle loves to hike and be outdoors. She loves to read and will do so while sitting in a tree or with her feet dangling in the pond near her house. Elle is shy, though, and doesn't like to be watched or approached while doing things she feels are important, like gardening or writing down her stories. She tends to get touchy when people interrupt her, and can get snappy and mean because of it. It's not something that she warns people about, though.
Elle has had many pets growing up, whether they be dogs, cats, birds, rodents, or even Pokemon. Her parents brought her up to love animals and Pokemon, teaching her that humans aren't the only creatures in the world that deserve rights. It's one of the many reasons Elle enjoys nature so much; animals and Pokemon are like brothers and sisters to her.
History:
Elle was born on the outskirts of Lavaridge Town to Mira and James Braxton, an eccentric couple who kept many pets and left food out for wild Pokemon. When Elle was four, Mira and James moved to Johto, into Blackthorn City's hilly outskirts for a change of scenery. Here, they opened up a little Pokemon inn and healing center (called The Three Branches) for trainers that were facing a bit of trouble in the mountains. Elle helped her parents care for injured Pokemon, wild and tame alike. She learned to dress wounds and what berries were okay to eat; how to approach hurt, wild Pokemon and heal them and how to rehabilitate them.
When Elle was ten, her father received a Pokemon egg as a gift from a traveling breeder who stayed at the inn for a week. In another week, the egg hatched into an Elekid that became the family pet. James let Elle name the Elekid, and she called him El because it sounded like her name. James taught El to deal with electric appliances, and El acted as the inn's mechanic, never evolving into an Electabuzz.
A year later, when Elle turned eleven, Mira fell ill and was ordered to bed-rest for an indefinite amount of time. James and Elle were stricken with grief and tried their hardest to keep the inn running without her. The Three Branches went through a rough time without Mira's healing touch in the hospital ward, but Elle soon picked up her mother's technique, and James was able to rise to the busy occasion as more and more trainers made their way to fight the Blackthorn City gym leader.
Mira got better two years later and the inn boomed. Elle expressed the want to become a Pokemon trainer, so, with the money the little family was earning as innkeepers, they bought Elle the proper training equipment and started planning for her trip. When Elle was fourteen and a half, she finally set out to be a trainer. On her fifteenth birthday, Elle reached the Remoor Region and decided there would be the best place to begin her journey as a trainer.
Roleplay Sample: Sand. Vile, grainy sand. Captain Jack Sparrow awoke, face down, caked in sand, on the beach with water lapping at his heels. The first thing he tasted as he awoke were little crunchy beads of sand that had worked its way between his lips into his mouth. Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbow, rolling over to his back, sand falling off his clothing and out of his matted hair. He spat, sand and saliva flying out of his mouth onto more sand.
And more sand.
There was so much sand, a few scarce trees, but mostly sand. The sun gleamed off it, shining blindingly into Jack's eyes. He put up a hand to shield them, sand falling off his skin, some landing in his eye.
"Bugger," he cursed, rubbing at his eye with a dirty fingertip. Some of the sand worked its way out, but the rest remained resolutely in place under his eyelid. "Bloody sand!" he exclaimed, standing up, staggering backwards with his finger still in his eye, and falling backwards onto his bottom. The sand stayed firmly under his eyelid. He blinked and blinked, one eye tearing up, the other staying wide open. His mouth was wide open as well, as is usually the case when a person is trying to get something sharp or painful out of their eye. His body's natural immune response to foreign substances was the most effective in ridding his eye, eventually, of all the sand. Jack sat there for a while, sniffing and rubbing his eye.
When his eye was finally clear, from sand and tears, Jack looked around him. There really wasn't anything but sand as far as he could see. Not much for shade and not much for water. He raised an eyebrow, then went for his flask. Much to his dismay, he found the cap had been wrenched from the top and all his rum had drained out. Exasperatedly, he turned to face the sea. The blue waters showed him nothing but reflected sunlight and--wait, what was that on the horizon? A ship, a real ship, was sailing in the direction of his little island. It seemed a little odd to him that a ship would have survived that hurricane, but this one must have not been on the sea when that storm hit.
"'Course even the harbors would've been hit," he said aloud to himself. "This must be some magical ship sent solely to save me life. Or it's a mirage."
What Jack didn't know was that this particular ship wasn't a mirage, but it wasn't sent to save his life, either.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 15
Sexuality Preference: Bisexual
Appearance:
Elle has long, straight blond hair, usually kept in a high pony-tail that sweeps down her back. She has dark bluish-green eyes with a yellow-ish ring around her pupils, nothing special, but she likes to point it out to people. Her nose is long and straight, a bit too long and some the cartilage inside it is disconnected, giving Elle the ability to dislocate it and make her nose look weird to freak people out. Some kid in sixth grade hit her in the face and almost broke her nose, but doing so caused the cartilage to break and heal off-center. Elle's lips are naturally full, but not too full. She has a light scattering of freckles on her upper cheeks, and thick eyebrows. Maintenance is required on them, which is a bit of a hassle for Elle. Of course, she'd rather not have a blond unibrow, so she doesn't complain often about having to pluck her eyebrows.
Elle's body type is thin, but stocky. She's relatively the average height and weight for her age, but her legs are much thicker than her arms in proportion. Elle has strong calves and thighs, but weak upper-body/arm strength. Growing up in the hills, Elle was able to develop strong core strength and leg strength, but didn't focus much on her arms.
Elle wears khaki shorts and a blue tank top over a white, long-sleeved t-shirt. She also wears hiking boots and white socks, carries a walking stick, and has a blue back-pack where she stores her trainer items. Mira, Elle's mother, gave her a Pokeball belt when Elle set out to become a trainer; Elle wears that around her waist at all times.
Poor eyesight is, unfortunately, hereditary in Elle's family, so she wears a pair of tan-rimmed glasses all the time. Her other accessories include a pair of freshwater pearl earrings her dad bought her for her fourteenth birthday and a wooden charm necklace that belonged to her great-grandmother who belonged to a tribal island nation.
Personality:
Elle is a particularly optimistic person when she is not in any trouble; she's good at consoling others, although when she helps people, Elle has a tendency to forget her own problems. When Elle is in a difficult situation, she usually cracks nervous jokes to cope with the issue, which tends to annoy those around her. Fortunately, Elle doesn't get into many predicaments (yet).
Like her father, Elle loves to hike and be outdoors. She loves to read and will do so while sitting in a tree or with her feet dangling in the pond near her house. Elle is shy, though, and doesn't like to be watched or approached while doing things she feels are important, like gardening or writing down her stories. She tends to get touchy when people interrupt her, and can get snappy and mean because of it. It's not something that she warns people about, though.
Elle has had many pets growing up, whether they be dogs, cats, birds, rodents, or even Pokemon. Her parents brought her up to love animals and Pokemon, teaching her that humans aren't the only creatures in the world that deserve rights. It's one of the many reasons Elle enjoys nature so much; animals and Pokemon are like brothers and sisters to her.
History:
Elle was born on the outskirts of Lavaridge Town to Mira and James Braxton, an eccentric couple who kept many pets and left food out for wild Pokemon. When Elle was four, Mira and James moved to Johto, into Blackthorn City's hilly outskirts for a change of scenery. Here, they opened up a little Pokemon inn and healing center (called The Three Branches) for trainers that were facing a bit of trouble in the mountains. Elle helped her parents care for injured Pokemon, wild and tame alike. She learned to dress wounds and what berries were okay to eat; how to approach hurt, wild Pokemon and heal them and how to rehabilitate them.
When Elle was ten, her father received a Pokemon egg as a gift from a traveling breeder who stayed at the inn for a week. In another week, the egg hatched into an Elekid that became the family pet. James let Elle name the Elekid, and she called him El because it sounded like her name. James taught El to deal with electric appliances, and El acted as the inn's mechanic, never evolving into an Electabuzz.
A year later, when Elle turned eleven, Mira fell ill and was ordered to bed-rest for an indefinite amount of time. James and Elle were stricken with grief and tried their hardest to keep the inn running without her. The Three Branches went through a rough time without Mira's healing touch in the hospital ward, but Elle soon picked up her mother's technique, and James was able to rise to the busy occasion as more and more trainers made their way to fight the Blackthorn City gym leader.
Mira got better two years later and the inn boomed. Elle expressed the want to become a Pokemon trainer, so, with the money the little family was earning as innkeepers, they bought Elle the proper training equipment and started planning for her trip. When Elle was fourteen and a half, she finally set out to be a trainer. On her fifteenth birthday, Elle reached the Remoor Region and decided there would be the best place to begin her journey as a trainer.
Roleplay Sample: Sand. Vile, grainy sand. Captain Jack Sparrow awoke, face down, caked in sand, on the beach with water lapping at his heels. The first thing he tasted as he awoke were little crunchy beads of sand that had worked its way between his lips into his mouth. Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbow, rolling over to his back, sand falling off his clothing and out of his matted hair. He spat, sand and saliva flying out of his mouth onto more sand.
And more sand.
There was so much sand, a few scarce trees, but mostly sand. The sun gleamed off it, shining blindingly into Jack's eyes. He put up a hand to shield them, sand falling off his skin, some landing in his eye.
"Bugger," he cursed, rubbing at his eye with a dirty fingertip. Some of the sand worked its way out, but the rest remained resolutely in place under his eyelid. "Bloody sand!" he exclaimed, standing up, staggering backwards with his finger still in his eye, and falling backwards onto his bottom. The sand stayed firmly under his eyelid. He blinked and blinked, one eye tearing up, the other staying wide open. His mouth was wide open as well, as is usually the case when a person is trying to get something sharp or painful out of their eye. His body's natural immune response to foreign substances was the most effective in ridding his eye, eventually, of all the sand. Jack sat there for a while, sniffing and rubbing his eye.
When his eye was finally clear, from sand and tears, Jack looked around him. There really wasn't anything but sand as far as he could see. Not much for shade and not much for water. He raised an eyebrow, then went for his flask. Much to his dismay, he found the cap had been wrenched from the top and all his rum had drained out. Exasperatedly, he turned to face the sea. The blue waters showed him nothing but reflected sunlight and--wait, what was that on the horizon? A ship, a real ship, was sailing in the direction of his little island. It seemed a little odd to him that a ship would have survived that hurricane, but this one must have not been on the sea when that storm hit.
"'Course even the harbors would've been hit," he said aloud to himself. "This must be some magical ship sent solely to save me life. Or it's a mirage."
What Jack didn't know was that this particular ship wasn't a mirage, but it wasn't sent to save his life, either.