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Pokemon: Storm

Much to her advantage, it seemed the pair of boys were heading to the pokemon center where she sat. Trying to avoid their gaze, she followed them from the corner of her eye, each handing their pokeballs to a nurse to tend to. 'Trainers indeed..' She thought to herself, not noticing that her little buck-toothed bug had followed her gaze and was looking towards the two trainers as well. Unlike her trainer, little Poinsettia did not know the meaning of subtle or tactful. Margo bristled as she felt their eyes on her, even if for a moment, and hurriedly went back to looking out the window, not feeling her little Scatterbug climbing down her leg and to the floor of the cafe.

Of course, Poinsettia also did not realize that she was a tiny pokemon and could probably get squashed by anyone that was oblivious to their surroundings. Luck of the draw was that their hadn't been too many people idling at the cafe where they were seated. The insect made her way through the table legs and chairs, scuttling towards the new trainers that had appeared in the pokemon center. There was something about the one eating... He almost looked like he radiated some part of itself which only determined her more to reach him. Inching closer to the two males, Poinsettia set her eyes upon what was drawing her towards him: a dark blue, glittering Vivillon scale! While Poinsettia couldn't explain it to herself, she knew that that scale was its evolution's and wanted desperately to see it up close.

It was in this moment that Margaret looked down and noticed her pokemon missing. A rush of panic grasped her, the girl standing up quickly and putting her book in her backpack, while throwing her eyes every which way to locate her little friend. Despite herself, she almost felt like yelling the bug's name to find her, but instead started to take deep breaths while searching the tables and floors for her. Her eyes locked onto a disturbing sight: the little Scatterbug crawling towards the two trainers she had been watching. In fact, Poinsettia was upon the one who was eating, sitting up on his shoe and staring at him like... well, she supposed like a bug.

Color tinged her face as she began to think over what Poinsettia's punishment would be. Probably just staying in her ball for an hour or two, but she would have more time to think on that later. Following suit with her pokemon, Margaret hastily scuttled towards the trainers, bending to pick up her Scatterbug from the trainer's shoe and hoping to leave without an explanation or apologies. This wasn't coinciding with Margo's ideal of 'New Margo,' but she was scared of New Margo sometimes and it was hard to let her take control.

Pokemon: Storm

@Balthazar007

Yup! I figured that would be the easiest way for them to get introduced! :)

Pokemon: Storm

Gazing out the window, Margaret gave a soft sigh to herself. She had been in a slump, it would seem, after her defeat on Mt. Leeman Trail. She knew that her pokemon weren't the strongest and that she often relied on Crowne, but she had had enough determination to at least try to fight her way through. Sadly, it didn't pan out the way she had hoped. Everyone had fainted along her attempt aside from Oceana and Crowne--the former on her last wing, if you will. However, on her way back from the trail she was able to make a new friend; Wulford was somewhat of an acquired taste she was coming to learn.

The girl rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched the townspeople milling about. When she had her pokemon healed up at the pokemon center, she had begun to procrastinate leaving. While she wouldn't admit it, she was a little worried to try Mt. Leeman again without another companion. She was also worried that her pokemon were judging her for her loss and lack of training of them--perhaps they wouldn;t respect her anymore. This thinking led her to leave them all in their balls aside from her little Scatterbug, Poinsettia, who rested on the open book in front of her. Glancing down at her, the little insect seemed to smile up at her with one buck tooth sticking out. Margo returned the smile with her own crooked one; Poinsettia was her weakest pokemon mainly because she thought of her more as a pet than a warrior.

Margaret returned to staring out the window with a rain cloud over her head. Her eyes lingered on what looked like trainers coming into the town, her curiosity piqued on where they might be heading.

Pokemon: Storm

@prettydrops
Hi there! I'm glad to be here~

I posted my character sheet in the characters forum and I'm going to make my first post shortly!

Pokemon: Storm

Margo Character Sheet

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General Overview

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Name: Margaret "Margo" Mazarin
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Hometown: Nacrene City, Unova
Life Goal: World renowned artist

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Characterization

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Appearance: Margo is average height for a girl, about 5'4", with a slender face and high cheekbones, freckles dappled around her nose and under her eyes. She boasts long, curly auburn hair that ends around the small of her back and is usually styled in a plethora of ways: ponytails, pigtails, braids, straight, etc. Margo has a nice sunkissed look to her skin most of the time from her outdoor activities, and rarely shows off her beautiful crooked smile. Bright green eyes are always alert and full of life, observing her surroundings more closely than most people, sometimes hidden under her thick eyebrows. She's usually seen wearing shorts or overalls with a breezy t-shirt when she's travelling, sometimes donning a large beach hat. Inside she's almost always wearing a grandmotherly-looking knit cardigan that's beginning to look ratty with age. Platform flip-flops are her best friend.

Biography: Margaret Mazarin was born to a family of Pokemon Breeders, famously known for their Pokemon Daycare, in Nacrene City. While their work place was on Route 3, Margaret's parents (Sabrina and Mackenzie) lived up the street in Nacrene City in one of the non-traditional warehouse homes. They made an honest living working at the daycare center and enjoyed their work more than most, taking pride in returning trainers their pokemon with a 'new and improved' speech. After Margaret was born, her mother and father would take turns watching her and running the daycare, until she was old enough to bring along with them and help her learn their work early on.

Margo had an uneventful life as she grew up and went to school. She was always a very smart student--especially with the library in her town a big resource for studying--and never made waves among her classes. Her favorite class had to be art, and as she began to realize her passion she started to drift slowly but surely from her parents. While never wishing to disrespect her parents, their constant comments about how much less time she was joining them at work was beginning to irk her. At 14, she finally had an outburst at dinner about how she didn't want to be a breeder like her parents and her grandparents and her great-grandparents. She wanted to become an artist that would influence people for years to come. Her mother cried at the sudden emotion her little girl expressed; the thought that her daughter didn't want to do what they did hadn't crossed her mind.

This outburst would introduce the next grudging year, the 15-year old becoming ever more rebellious towards her parents and their (gentle) pushing to help their daughter understand that being an artist wasn't easy and that becoming a pokemon breeder was just as respectable and influential. Margo would ignore their advances, closing her door and turning up her music while she worked instead. The inevitable happened eventually though--her parents sat her down and talked to her about what she planned to do with the rest of her life and how she was going to accomplish her dreams of becoming an artist. Surprisingly, they were supportive of their daughter and wished that she could see they wanted her to become a pokemon breeder to at least get her start in life when she was still practicing her art. Unsurprisingly, Margaret could not see her parent's points, clouded by teenage hormones and a rebellious feeling growing stronger by the minute in the pit of her stomach. Thus, she could only hear 'no,' 'no,' and 'no.'

So, she left. With a backpack of essentials and the money earned from her time at the daycare, Margaret fled Nacrene City with a letter left for her parents. Thankfully, Castelia City was a hop, skip, and a jump away and thus she was able to find a ship headed for Septoh and boarded it before her parents were able to piece together what their beloved only daughter had done. Her parents were left broken, while Margo felt renewed and alive as she sailed away to a brand new place with brand new people.

Personality: Margaret, to be blunt, is a typical teenage girl. She can be sweet and caring, annoying and smart-alecky, moody and irrational. The list only goes on and on. One of her most prominent traits would be how much of a pushover she can be, though. Her parents had ingrained in her from the very beginning that 'the customer is always right,' and that philosophy has become so burned into her brain that her actions revolve around the saying--except everyone is a customer in her brain. A classmate called her Meredith for an entire school year and she never bothered to correct them due to her polite restraint. While she's attempting to break this habit of never correcting someone, her progress is slow, but now that she's in a new place she's hoping it'll be easier.

Margo is also a very passionate soul, a fire burning underneath her skin at all times. She loves her art and finds inspiration in anything and everything, sometimes so overcome with emotions that she needs a moment to jot something down or make a mental note not to forget her muse for that day. This passion was probably the gasoline for the rebellion that had grown within her from her family never listening to her own wishes for her life--it was the enabler that finally told her to just do something about it. Margo would never admit it, but sometimes she's frightened of the things that she contemplates when the passion takes hold of her. This has also started to lead into other emotions, like her stubborn approach to most things nowadays and the way her patience grows very thin very quickly.

On top of everything else, like anyone, Margaret sometimes gets too caught up in her own endeavors. She takes on too many projects and hobbies that will eventually overwhelm her. While she'd repeatedly insist becoming an artist was her only ambition in life, it's just the most recent of her hobbies that she had centered her entire life on. The girl is like a lost soul, just trying to find her true calling like anyone else in the world.

Quirks: > > Margo spaces out in conversations, battles, almost anything really, more than she'd like to admit.
> > She is incredibly superstitious. She's also quite the believer in things like fate and luck.
> > She hates wearing socks, and thus loves sandals no matter the weather.

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What's in my Bag?

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Pokemon:
Wartortle -- 'Crowne' -- Male -- Lvl 26
> > Rash Nature < <

Wingull -- 'Oceana' -- Female -- Lvl 21
> > Sassy Nature < <

Alolan Rattata -- 'Julep' -- Male -- Lvl 19
> > Hasty Nature < <

Spewpa -- 'Poinsettia' -- Female -- Lvl 16
> > Timid Nature < <

Spearow -- 'Wulford' -- Male -- Lvl 21
> > Lonely Nature < <

Mankey -- '???' -- Male -- Lvl 25
> > Adamant Nature < <

Inventory: > An overdue library book from Nacrene City.
> Her parents phone number on a piece of paper that she had carefully written down but has yet to register to her Pokedex.
> A Pokedex that has already been dropped more times than it should have been.
> Pokeball x3
> ₽90