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A Pure White Beginning [Pokémon]

Ahhh, sorry for disappearing for a bit! I'll have a post up later tonight.

A Pure White Beginning [Pokémon]

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A Pure White Beginning [Pokémon]

Name: Ryuzaki Reina

Age: 13

Trainer Class: Battle Girl

Physical Description:
Barely pushing 4'8 (and that's with her squaring her shoulders for effect) and slim from her daily dojo training, Reina likes to think of herself as fun-sized and definitely not short. She's got a pretty big presence for someone so… fun-sized, though. It's in the cocksure way she carries herself, head held high and confidently, her steely gray eyes alight with resolve and a hint of mischief. Reina has a mess of auburn hair that reaches all the way to her lower back, often pulled up into a ponytail so it's out of the way. It's probably more practical to cut it short, but she's kind of attached to her long hair.

Brightly colored jumpers and rompers make up most of her wardrobe. She dresses for comfort and ease of movement, but takes care not to sacrifice style too much. Her sneakers are worn and in desperate need of replacement, but they're her favorite and she'll wear them for as long as she can. The pink ribbon she uses to tie her hair is a good-luck charm given by her mother—it's something that is always on her person.

Personality:
Reina is like a thunderstorm: wild, unpredictable, and dynamic. More than anything, it is her whims that drive her and passion that fuels her. She is ruled chiefly by her emotions and tends to get swept up in the moment, rarely thinking things through when she becomes invested. It's a fatal flaw that is only exacerbated by her playful recklessness. Reina is never halfhearted in her endeavors, and just as she likes to do everything big, she feels everything deeply. If she's happy, she is big grins and infectious laughter. If she's angry, she is explosive lightning and thunder. If she's upset, she is blubbering tears and petulant pouts. Reina does away with pretenses and is unabashedly herself, which means she's blithe and charming at her best, and belligerent and vindictive at her worst. Her temper can flare over minimal provocations, and her go-to solution is usually her fists.

In her family, it's tradition to set off to see the world and grow together with your Pokémon, to find your own path. True strength can only come from experience and trial, but it is a concept she has yet to fully grasp. Self-assured Reina is under the belief that she can accomplish anything with sheer force of will (or just sheer force), but the truth is she is woefully unprepared for the journey ahead of her. All she's ever known is the comfort of the family dojo, and while she can handle kicks and punches thrown her way, she's never had to worry about much else. Although she may be fierce and resilient, at her core is a guileless bleeding heart too eager to protect and too easy to deceive.

Background:
Up until her thirteenth birthday, Reina's life has more or less revolved around the family dojo. She may have lived in the sprawling metropolis that was Saffron City, but the dojo was where she spent most of her time, both as a student and her father's sometimes unwilling assistant. Her childhood was really just a haze of sweat and tears from her progressively intense training, and she has since lost track of how many trainers she has met that have sought to test their strength.

Out of the thousands and thousands of matches she has been spectator to, Reina best remembers those that have ended in tears. Happy tears, unhappy tears, frustrated tears. She may not have been the most disciplined student, something her father (slash dojo master) continues to scold her about, but matches like those have effectively spurred her to always give it her all. Reina hasn't got a clue what the future has in store for her, but her only wish is that it is something that she loves so much that it can drive her to tears.

As per the Ryuzaki family tradition, Reina needed to see the world now that she has turned thirteen. There was only so much that she can learn in the dojo, and there was no better teacher than experience. With her trusted Pokémon by her side, she must discover what lay beyond the walls of the dojo, face the challenges that come her way, and eventually find the path she was meant to follow. So far, Reina has been taking it all in stride, but her dad seems to be having trouble letting go. He had years to prepare, having set up this process with Professor Oak years ago (just as he did for her older brother and what he will do for her younger one). She was certain he'd have been excited to have his most troublesome student out of his hair, but he hasn't stopped sniffling ever since they arrived at Pallet Town.

Pokémon:
Chansey. Kit-Kat has been Reina's constant companion ever since she had her first big injury (she broke her leg when she was eight, after attempting a move that was clearly beyond her skill level). Kit-Kat was a stray Chansey that had somehow made its way to the Saffron General Hospital once upon a time, and has since become its unofficial mascot. Stern and a big worrywart, Kit-Kat couldn't keep her eyes off the rambunctious child racing around the hospital in her wheelchair. After spending weeks together, the two of them have become inseparable.

Inventory:

• A Chansey-shaped backpack with her change of clothes and sleeping bag
• 3x Pokéballs
• Muscle Band
• Assorted snacks
• ₽760

PC Stash:

• Karete Gi
• A new pair of sneakers
• ₽1250

A Pure White Beginning [Pokémon]

Name: Ryuzaki Reina

Age: 13

Trainer Class: Battle Girl

Physical Description:
Barely pushing 4'8 (and that's with her squaring her shoulders for effect) and slim from her daily dojo training, Reina likes to think of herself as fun-sized and definitely not short. She's got a pretty big presence for someone so… fun-sized, though. It's in the cocksure way she carries herself, head held high and confidently, her steely gray eyes alight with resolve and a hint of mischief. Reina has a mess of auburn hair that reaches all the way to her lower back, often pulled up into a ponytail so it's out of the way. It's probably more practical to cut it short, but she's kind of attached to her long hair.

Brightly colored jumpers and rompers make up most of her wardrobe. She dresses for comfort and ease of movement, but takes care not to sacrifice style too much. Her sneakers are worn and in desperate need of replacement, but they're her favorite and she'll wear them for as long as she can. The pink ribbon she uses to tie her hair is a good-luck charm given by her mother—it's something that is always on her person.

Personality:
Reina is like a thunderstorm: wild, unpredictable, and dynamic. More than anything, it is her whims that drive her and passion that fuels her. She is ruled chiefly by her emotions and tends to get swept up in the moment, rarely thinking things through when she becomes invested. It's a fatal flaw that is only exacerbated by her playful recklessness. Reina is never halfhearted in her endeavors, and just as she likes to do everything big, she feels everything deeply. If she's happy, she is big grins and infectious laughter. If she's angry, she is explosive lightning and thunder. If she's upset, she is blubbering tears and petulant pouts. Reina does away with pretenses and is unabashedly herself, which means she's blithe and charming at her best, and belligerent and vindictive at her worst. Her temper can flare over minimal provocations, and her go-to solution is usually her fists.

In her family, it's tradition to set off to see the world and grow together with your Pokémon, to find your own path. True strength can only come from experience and trial, but it is a concept she has yet to fully grasp. Self-assured Reina is under the belief that she can accomplish anything with sheer force of will (or just sheer force), but the truth is she is woefully unprepared for the journey ahead of her. All she's ever known is the comfort of the family dojo, and while she can handle kicks and punches thrown her way, she's never had to worry about much else. Although she may be fierce and resilient, at her core is a guileless bleeding heart too eager to protect and too easy to deceive.

Background:
Up until her thirteenth birthday, Reina's life has more or less revolved around the family dojo. She may have lived in the sprawling metropolis that was Saffron City, but the dojo was where she spent most of her time, both as a student and her father's sometimes unwilling assistant. Her childhood was really just a haze of sweat and tears from her progressively intense training, and she has since lost track of how many trainers she has met that have sought to test their strength.

Out of the thousands and thousands of matches she has been spectator to, Reina best remembers those that have ended in tears. Happy tears, unhappy tears, frustrated tears. She may not have been the most disciplined student, something her father (slash dojo master) continues to scold her about, but matches like those have effectively spurred her to always give it her all. Reina hasn't got a clue what the future has in store for her, but her only wish is that it is something that she loves so much that it can drive her to tears.

As per the Ryuzaki family tradition, Reina needed to see the world now that she has turned thirteen. There was only so much that she can learn in the dojo, and there was no better teacher than experience. With her trusted Pokémon by her side, she must discover what lay beyond the walls of the dojo, face the challenges that come her way, and eventually find the path she was meant to follow. So far, Reina has been taking it all in stride, but her dad seems to be having trouble letting go. He had years to prepare, having set up this process with Professor Oak years ago (just as he did for her older brother and what he will do for her younger one). She was certain he'd have been excited to have his most troublesome student out of his hair, but he hasn't stopped sniffling ever since they arrived at Pallet Town.

Pokémon:
Chansey. Kit-Kat has been Reina's constant companion ever since she had her first big injury (she broke her leg when she was eight, after attempting a move that was clearly beyond her skill level). Kit-Kat was a stray Chansey that had somehow made its way to the Saffron General Hospital once upon a time, and has since become its unofficial mascot. Stern and a big worrywart, Kit-Kat couldn't keep her eyes off the rambunctious child racing around the hospital in her wheelchair. After spending weeks together, the two of them have become inseparable.

Inventory:

• A Chansey-shaped backpack with her change of clothes and sleeping bag
• 3x Pokéballs
• Muscle Band
• Assorted snacks
• ₽760

PC Stash:

• Karete Gi
• A new pair of sneakers
• ₽1250

A Pure White Beginning [Pokémon]

I hope it's alright that I'm making a CS as well! I'll be out for a bit, but I should have it done by today.

A Pure White Beginning: Retro Pokémon Adventures

I'm interested, as well! I was thinking either a Battle Girl or an Idol (that is, if they're allowed) would be fun to play. :D

Rigor Mortis

Hoping to get a post out tonight. Where did everyone else go? :o

Rigor Mortis

Sophia Kittredge

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F U L L N A M E

• Sophia Kittredge
• Sophie

D A T E O F B I R T H

September 13, 1998. Almost legally an adult, but that doesn't matter anymore, does it?

A P P E A R A N C E

Sophie is slim and slight and a lot stronger than she looks. A life dedicated to ballet meant a strict, restrictive diet and daily lessons that knock her out from exhaustion each night. Calluses and bruises decorate her feet, and she has become so used to pain that she can never tell how serious her injuries really are. Other than the purple badges, her skin is unblemished.

Over the years, she has learned that people see her as unapproachable, not that she has ever minded. They think her high maintenance, because her hair is set in meticulous curls and not a golden strand is ever out of place. Snobbish, because she carries herself with an almost regal bearing, head held high and icy blue eyes appraising. A bitch, because her smiles are rare and her laughter even more so.

S K I L L S

• Ballet is as physically demanding and strenuous as it gets. Being a ballerina doesn't just mean she can twirl prettily and lift her legs high. She's agile and well-coordinated, strong enough to propel herself across the stage in one graceful leap. These skills are transferable. Probably.
• Once Sophie commits to something, she is relentless in her endeavors. Eleven straight hours of training, six times a week over the course of summer and winter breaks--Sophie's had plenty of practice pushing herself to her breaking point and picking herself up after. That's good enough preparation for the end of the world, right?
• Perhaps the most important thing she's learned is to maintain grace under pressure. Sophie can channel stress and anxiety into more productive outlets; fear and worry don't paralyze her, they push her forward instead.

W E A K N E S S E S

• Ruled by her emotions, even though she denies it. Sophie thinks she's detached, that she can keep a cool head and do the logical thing when the situation calls for it, but it's quite the opposite. She cares too much, cares too deeply.
• The perfectionist in her, the one that struggled to win her parents' approval all these years, is obstinate still. Can't make mistakes, can't show weakness. Sophie finds it almost impossible to ask for help, even in the face of an actual apocalypse.
• Sophie has walls as tall as the Hancock because the people who slip in are people she will die for, or worse. She actually gets lonely very easily, but being lonely is a lot easier than having someone and then losing them.

P O S S E S I O N S

• Her backpack
• A change of clothes
• Duct tape
• Cheap Swiss army knife
• Water bottle
• First aid kit
• Crowbar
• Battery-powered shower radio, plus the USB filled with songs plugged into it
• Wallet
• Notebook for history class

H I S T O R Y

Her whole life is planned for her the moment she stands on her toes and twirls, mimicking the video of her mother in her prima days. Sophie turns six and she is shipped hundred of miles away to a boarding school that is conveniently across Boston Ballet School. It takes a while, but it becomes home. The next eleven years of her life passes by in a haze of pirouettes and aching muscles and sweat and tears. She sees her parents only on holidays and performances in which she is soloist.

It takes a week to derail a decade of routine, to turn the world upside down. The school has been on lockdown ever since half the student body came down with some sort of flu. Classes are postponed and there is nothing to do but dance in her room. More and more students come down with the strange virus, but Sophie is fine and her best friend is fine and that's all she cares about. She keeps dancing because it is the only normal thing left.

When the news stop calling it a flu pandemic, mass hysteria erupts in the wake of rumors of dead men walking. Sophie is almost unperturbed--it hasn't sunk in, not yet. She doesn't join in the panic that consumes the school, every other student racing to go home where they think it's safe, and she doesn't fall into despair like those faint of heart, already weeping and all too quick to declare futility. It doesn't occur to her to call her own parents. Instead, she checks on her best friend and her poor little brother, his innocent weekend visit becoming month-long as the lockdown persists and worsens.

Reality hits when her best friend coughs. Just once, but they both know it's the beginning and they think they know how it ends. They don't tell anyone, especially her easily-frightened brother. The lockdown in the school never gets lifted but the students that are quarantined have been making strange noises, moaning and groaning and banging against the walls, and Sophie knows it's time to go. She packs whatever she can fit in her backpack, grabs Jenna and her brother Will and runs.

Her teacher, him of all people, finds them running from a small group of those people—the sick, the infected, the undead… whatever they are—and guides them to the church just a mile away. The military is there, guarding the perimeter, and Sophie doesn't know whether she feels safer or more frightened. Some people in uniforms ask them questions and search their backpacks before they are allowed inside the church. They notice Jenna coughing and escorts her to their makeshift infirmary, but they promise she'll be back after a quick examination. Sophie forgoes the pews and sits by the door they escorted Jenna out of, Will never out of her sight as they wait.

Her whole life was planned for her the moment she stood on her toes and twirled, mimicking the video of her mother in her prima days, but there were no contingencies for the end of the world.

What is she supposed to do now?

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Will

Will Mason

Her best friend's little brother; the only family she has left. Eleven-year-old Will visited Jenna four weeks ago, and the three of them were supposed to go to Six Flags in New England. The school was put in lockdown right after he arrived, and he's been stuck with them ever since.

Touch Will and Sophie can show you how hard a ballerina can kick.

Peter

Peter Gilliam

A teacher at her boarding school that is particularly fond of her. Used to be her favorite teacher, but things happened. Peter was the one who brought Sophie and the others to The Church of Advent, and he has taken it upon himself to watch over them.

Sophie hates that she finds solace in his presence, but they need him for now, until she finds her bearings and kick-starts her brain into forming coherent thoughts.

Rigor Mortis [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Hope it's not too late to express interest! All the White Walker action in today's GoT has kickstarted my zombie apocalypse craving. :p

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

Present! Sorry I disappeared for a while--got super busy during spring break.