Post by lycan180 on Jun 1, 2010 19:25:27 GMT -5
MAIN INFORMATION
Name: Roxas Foxx
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Rank: Trainer
Who's side is he/she on?: Team Light
DIGGING DEEPER
Personality: Roxas is a sweet girl who enjoys time with pokémon more than with people. She's always been quiet but was never shy. Her temper is something she tries to work with, but it can flare up if someone says the wrong thing to her. Occassaionally forgetting what time it is when she leaves for walks through the forests with her mom's Wartortle, she has only recently liked the idea of becoming a pokémon trainer. She despises anything to do with cruelty, and doesn't believe in the idea of Team Dark. She prefers to see things through and hates forgetting what she was doing moments before, which does happen occasionally. She's known for being very kind and a good leader, but she doesn't much like to work with people. she prefers to be alone, but can work around it if she must. She bonds fast to her pokémon, and doesn't want to get attached to people very often. Roxas doesn't do well without the comfort of pokémon nearby. She tries not to go near small places, because she is claustrophobic. Some people regard Roxas as a sweet girl with an attitude, but others says she's completely different to them. Her opinion of others are usually better than her own.
Physical Description: Roxas is a little bit on the scrawny side, but she makes up for it in her hair. The dark brown locks reach near the end of her back, and her eyes are the color of the ocean itself. She has been told they remind people of a vampire's eyes, but she only laughs. Her nails are painted white, and she never wears any form of material made from a pokémon. Her shirt is usually a band t-shirt, like Nirvana or Linkin Park. Her choice of lower clothing changes, but it maily stays black and past her kness in the least, in all weather. She has caucasian skin and has a smile that could melt anyone's heart if she acted correctly.
History: Roxas was born in the land of Johto, but her parents moved here when she was only a baby, so she has no memory of being there. Roxas grew to love pokémon, and her father's growlithe was her best friend until it died a year ago. She still misses the small dog pokémon, but tries not to bring it up. Roxas admits that she has a love for all types of pokémon, but she had a run-in with a Beedrill one time that left her scared of them. She doens't trust any bug pokémon, but knows if she's to become a trainer, she'll have to get over it. Her older brother Miku left when he was ten, and it is also why she wants to become a trainer: to show her brother she's just as good as he is. Recently, Roxas found an injured ratatta in the forest while with her Mother's Wartortle, and a group of men attacked her. She fled with the Ratatta and Wartortle, barely escaping if it were not for her brother, who took them down with his Venosaur. She told her parents about the incident and her father forbid her to return to the forest, unless she as she had her own pokémon who would protect her.
Family: Mother: Akiru Foxx, age 38, Father: Yamez Foxx, age 42, Older Brother: Mika Foxx, age 19. No sisters.
Habits: Occassionally forgets things, likes to draw and sketch pokémon. She also loves to explore new places.
Likes: Pokémon, sketching landscapes, climbing trees, and exploring the forests with her mother's Wartortle.
Dislikes: Bug pokémon, Team Dark, Mistreatment of pokémon, and Beedrill.
Image: Description.
RP Sample
A girl sighed quietly as a Wartortle moved in its sleep, causing her picture to have to be restarted again. "I wish you'd stay still, War. you never let me draw you," she said quietly, moving onto the next page to begin again. A soft cry grabs her attention, and the Wartortle wakes up, getting up from his belly. "I don't like that sound," he commented, reciving a "Tor-Tor!" from the Wartortle. A small ratatta climbs from a bush and cries out before collapsing. Roxas heads over to it, and pet its fur, blood dripping from it's fangs. "What happened to-" she was cut off, a man appearing in front of her. He smirked. "Well, thanks for finding that ratatta for me. Now just hand it over..." Roxas looked up at him and scooped up the beaten ratatta into her arms. "No. you did this, didn't you?" she glared at him, Wartortle growling near her. "Stay, Thor," she says and takes a step back. The man slips a red and white ball from between his fingers, throwing it outwards. She backs up and a Blastoise appears, roaring. It prepares a Hydro Pump attack.
"Hand it over, kid," he said. Wartortle growled and tackled the Blastoise, to only be thrown back onto his shell, dizzy. "Fine-" the man starts, but a screech grabs his attention. A young man jumps down from a Pidgeot, A ball in his hands.
"Back off her, Swipe. She's got nothin' on you." He says. "Mika!" Roxas says in relief and her brokther looks back at her.
"At least you remember me. Get goin'." He turns to face his opponnet, recalling Pidgeot, and sending out a Venosaur. That was the last she saw of her brother before returning home, the ratatta in hand, sleeping in her arms.
Name: Roxas Foxx
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Rank: Trainer
Who's side is he/she on?: Team Light
DIGGING DEEPER
Personality: Roxas is a sweet girl who enjoys time with pokémon more than with people. She's always been quiet but was never shy. Her temper is something she tries to work with, but it can flare up if someone says the wrong thing to her. Occassaionally forgetting what time it is when she leaves for walks through the forests with her mom's Wartortle, she has only recently liked the idea of becoming a pokémon trainer. She despises anything to do with cruelty, and doesn't believe in the idea of Team Dark. She prefers to see things through and hates forgetting what she was doing moments before, which does happen occasionally. She's known for being very kind and a good leader, but she doesn't much like to work with people. she prefers to be alone, but can work around it if she must. She bonds fast to her pokémon, and doesn't want to get attached to people very often. Roxas doesn't do well without the comfort of pokémon nearby. She tries not to go near small places, because she is claustrophobic. Some people regard Roxas as a sweet girl with an attitude, but others says she's completely different to them. Her opinion of others are usually better than her own.
Physical Description: Roxas is a little bit on the scrawny side, but she makes up for it in her hair. The dark brown locks reach near the end of her back, and her eyes are the color of the ocean itself. She has been told they remind people of a vampire's eyes, but she only laughs. Her nails are painted white, and she never wears any form of material made from a pokémon. Her shirt is usually a band t-shirt, like Nirvana or Linkin Park. Her choice of lower clothing changes, but it maily stays black and past her kness in the least, in all weather. She has caucasian skin and has a smile that could melt anyone's heart if she acted correctly.
History: Roxas was born in the land of Johto, but her parents moved here when she was only a baby, so she has no memory of being there. Roxas grew to love pokémon, and her father's growlithe was her best friend until it died a year ago. She still misses the small dog pokémon, but tries not to bring it up. Roxas admits that she has a love for all types of pokémon, but she had a run-in with a Beedrill one time that left her scared of them. She doens't trust any bug pokémon, but knows if she's to become a trainer, she'll have to get over it. Her older brother Miku left when he was ten, and it is also why she wants to become a trainer: to show her brother she's just as good as he is. Recently, Roxas found an injured ratatta in the forest while with her Mother's Wartortle, and a group of men attacked her. She fled with the Ratatta and Wartortle, barely escaping if it were not for her brother, who took them down with his Venosaur. She told her parents about the incident and her father forbid her to return to the forest, unless she as she had her own pokémon who would protect her.
Family: Mother: Akiru Foxx, age 38, Father: Yamez Foxx, age 42, Older Brother: Mika Foxx, age 19. No sisters.
Habits: Occassionally forgets things, likes to draw and sketch pokémon. She also loves to explore new places.
Likes: Pokémon, sketching landscapes, climbing trees, and exploring the forests with her mother's Wartortle.
Dislikes: Bug pokémon, Team Dark, Mistreatment of pokémon, and Beedrill.
Image: Description.
RP Sample
A girl sighed quietly as a Wartortle moved in its sleep, causing her picture to have to be restarted again. "I wish you'd stay still, War. you never let me draw you," she said quietly, moving onto the next page to begin again. A soft cry grabs her attention, and the Wartortle wakes up, getting up from his belly. "I don't like that sound," he commented, reciving a "Tor-Tor!" from the Wartortle. A small ratatta climbs from a bush and cries out before collapsing. Roxas heads over to it, and pet its fur, blood dripping from it's fangs. "What happened to-" she was cut off, a man appearing in front of her. He smirked. "Well, thanks for finding that ratatta for me. Now just hand it over..." Roxas looked up at him and scooped up the beaten ratatta into her arms. "No. you did this, didn't you?" she glared at him, Wartortle growling near her. "Stay, Thor," she says and takes a step back. The man slips a red and white ball from between his fingers, throwing it outwards. She backs up and a Blastoise appears, roaring. It prepares a Hydro Pump attack.
"Hand it over, kid," he said. Wartortle growled and tackled the Blastoise, to only be thrown back onto his shell, dizzy. "Fine-" the man starts, but a screech grabs his attention. A young man jumps down from a Pidgeot, A ball in his hands.
"Back off her, Swipe. She's got nothin' on you." He says. "Mika!" Roxas says in relief and her brokther looks back at her.
"At least you remember me. Get goin'." He turns to face his opponnet, recalling Pidgeot, and sending out a Venosaur. That was the last she saw of her brother before returning home, the ratatta in hand, sleeping in her arms.
