Post by Nightpaw on Dec 29, 2011 15:47:39 GMT -5
I just need to keep them all somewhere I can find and remember them all, ^__^"
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Name:Nightfire
Age: 14 Moons
Gender:Female
Rank:Warrior
Clan/Affiliation: Mountain clan
Appearance:She is a slim, small tortoiseshell, with more orange coloring than most cats of her type. Her left foreleg is a brilliant shade of orange, it looks like fire. She has a long, slightly fluffy tail, long legs, and yellow-green eyes. She is built for hunting, and is very good at it, but due to her size, her combat skills are a bit weak, so instead she relies on speed to get by in a fight.
Personality:Nightfire is a kind, lighthearted she-cat that loves to play. She will sometimes get distracted on a patrol, or any other time, actually, and will need to be brought back to the task, but otherwise takes her job seriously. However, she is also very inquisitive, and often is quick to notice when something is off, like someone is sick, feeling bad, or hiding something. She is also very concerned for the welfare of others, and though not quite used to life in a clan, she feels a great deal of kinship to her new family. She is also A bit of a flirt, so free toms beware.
History: Nightfire, once Kaity, was born a rouge, and was separated from her small group after a few moons. Having to learn to hunt on her own, she began a bit sloppily, but quickly got the hang of it. However, she still was not good enough to keep herself fed and fend of any dangers, and there were a lot, on her own.She scavenged a lot of the time, and was almost ready to give up.
However, she got wind of a new, large, group of cats that had to live in the area. Kaity remembered another similar group, and thought that she would try and find a new home in the Clan, and changed her name to Nightfire.
Roleplaying Sample: "Will they accept me?" Kaity thought to herself as she drew close to the place where she had scented the new clan of cats. "What if they get mad that I'm trespassing?" "No, I was here first..... I think....but that doesn't change the fact that they CAN...." she slowed as she heard the voices of several cats in a clearing. ".. I mean, what am I worth to them? ...They have a code of some kind though, so maybe they will hear me out." Drawing up her courage, she walked into the clearing, but shrank back when she heard a voice call.
"HEY! Who are you? What are you doing here?"
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Name:Flightkit
Age: 3 Moons
Gender: Male...
Rank: Kit
Clan/Affiliation:FallenClan
Appearance:Flightkit is a fluffy, light orange tabby cat with handsome blue eyes from his mother. His face has a bit of a smokey hint to it, but is very hard to notice when compared to his fathers deep black markings. He is a well built cat, with strong legs, and when he gets older, he will have a lot of power and weight to put into his blows, so he would be a good fighter, but a bit slower than most of the other cats.
Personality:Flightkit is quite independent for his age, and likes to explore, sometimes getting into a bit of mischief. He want so be involved in all of the important clan meetings and activities, even though he is too young. Flightkit is Cute, and knows it, because he often uses this to his advantage, and when he gets older, he will do the same thing with his charm. However, he has a great deal of respect for his parents and leader, and though he may mess with other cats, he is honest and well mannered around them.
Flightkit knows only of being in Fallenclan, and sometimes doesn't understand when other cats talk of what happened to make them all into one clan, but he does understand the seriousness of what happened, that it was horrible, and wants to be able to protect his family and friends. If only he were a few moons older!!
History:He was recently born!
Roleplaying Sample: Creeping out of the nursery, Flightkit beckoned with his tail to his siblings, and ran to the gathering of cats waiting to hear what their leader had to say. "Come on! It could be important!" he meowed back to the nursery, quietly, so as not to draw attention to the fact that they were sneaking to the meeting. He turned back to the crowd, trying to peer over the heads of the older cats to see what was going on.
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Name:Aspenbark
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan/Affiliation: Bloodclan
Appearance:She is a light brown she-cat with very sleek, short fur. Lean and light, Aspenbark can handle a lot of work and exercise. Her eyes are bright yellow, and she uses them with her ears to be one of the best trackers Bloodclan can offer, and she takes pride in that.
Personality: Aspenbark is cold. She tends to have a temper, though, and can be a bit bi-polar. She enjoys being important and payed attention to, and will do almost anything to keep some kind of power. Though not quick to make friends, she has a strange loyalty to people who have done her a favor or have been close to her for a long time, since she has no living immediate relatives.
She is a brutal fighter, she feints courtesy, like allowing the other cat to make the first move, or not attacking an unguarded cat (or so she claims), but her moves are ugly and she can be relentless. However, she has a blind spot just behind her to the left side. She isn't sure why, but several cats have managed to surprise her when they talk or come at her from that position, though she would never admit it.....
However demonic she is, there is some hidden emotion in her somewhere, that sometimes makes an appearance at random moments, and she hates herself afterward, because she usually ends up looking like a fool to those around her. Like I said, Bi-polar.
History: Besides being a good tracker, Aspenbark has not been notable for much else. She had what could be called an average life for a cat that hailed Sunclan as their ancestors, until she became part of Bloodclan and Showed her true colors in a battle. She had taken down many Fallenclan cats and survived the battle herself, so she was admired further, which she loved.
Roleplaying Sample: "That's Right, keep fighting, you miserable chunks of mouse dung!" Aspenbark cried as she gleefully tore at the flank of some white Iceclan cat, then sank her teeth into his tail. 'I wonder why white cats have such tasty blood?' she thought as she turned to see a great tabby run at her in furry. She sidestepped out of his way as he barreled past, but he was quite quick, and was able to turn to her again. This time, she jumped, letting him skid to a stop under her, and slammed her weight onto his back. He gasped, and she bit ferociously into his neck. before he had stopped moving, she had jumped off and looked down at her bloodstained paws. suddenly, she got very upset. "Oh, why did you have to come at me like that!" she yowled at the dead warrior, in what would at first seem like remorse, but "I'll smell like you for weeks!"
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Name:Owlflight
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Male
Rank:Warrior
Clan/Affiliation: Bloodclan, but is rethinking this.
Appearance:Owlflight is a long bodied, strong tom with lean legs and a slightly long face. He is a gray tabby with a white belly, legs, lower neck, and parts of the face. He has yellow eyes, but they sometimes look green when up close or in the light, and his tail is thin and dark. He has great night vision, and is light on his feet, thus his name, but he is not the fearsome fighter that most of his clanmates are. He will fight if he has to, but prefers to negotiate.
Personality:Mild mannered, easy going, neutral, it is sometimes wondered how he ended up being born under Sunclan. He prefers diplomacy over brute strength, and when asked to fight, he does so only knowing it is the only or the best way. Though smart and sensible, he can be mislead. He was made to believe that attacking Fallenclan was the best thing to do, that they had gone bad, and were threatening to drive them off. When He fights, he is fair, he will take an opportunity when it comes about, but is truly courteous, and does not kill unless without provocation. He had a love of Aspenbark once, but soon realized that she would never be for him what he was willing to be for her.
History:Has liked and loved Aspenbark for a long time, and though he gave up on being with her, he cannot vanquish all of his feelings for her, which is part of the reason why he agreed to fight Fallenclan. He prepared with his clan, ready to fight the senseless invaders, but as the fighting went on, he realized that they weren't what he believed them to be, and found it harder and harder to injure these innocent cats. After he killed one that had mistaken him for one of his comrades, he fled the battle, the guilt weighed on him like a bolder on his heart.
Roleplaying Sample: The blood of the warrior still on his jaws, Owlflight ran with all his strength back to where Bloodclan had camped before the battle. Breathing hard, he shut his eyes tight as he sat in the center of the clearing. A tear fell from his lids as he gasped. He felt ashamed, dirty, even though he had been raised for this, it still felt wrong. "What about Aspenbark?" He looked up suddenly, as if to look for her, and shook his head. "She wouldn't have looked for me." He sat for a moment more. "Well, I can't just leave them, Where would I go?" He knew that Bloodclan was his only home for now, and the thought of living alone did not excite him. He knew he would have to return. Maybe he would look for Aspenbark when he got back....
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Name: Jacobson Andrews.
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Power: Telekinesis, Level 5, but.....
Personality: Jake is a shy kid, not used to being the center of attention at all. However, when you have such power, It is hard to lie low when you are so powerful, and also when it is so hard to control. However, he usually doesn't have to worry about that, so he tends to just sit on the sidelines of the world, be quiet, and only talk to a few close friends who he knows pretty well, one of those being Kara.
He likes to play video games, though, as they usually don't require social skills, and has become quite good at them. They actually became an outlet for him when stressed, or he was having troubles with his powers. I'll get to that below. He also likes to read and draw, and is good-natured and gentle when you get to know him, if you get to know him.
Appearance: Jake looks older than he is. He has dark brown, medium length hair for a guy. He is kind of tall, but lanky and thin. He has green eyes and his lips have a natural smile in them, even when his face is relaxed. He already has a few worry lines, but they are faint, and you cant see them under his hair anyway. He usually wears cargo pants and plain t-shirts of varying colors.
Skills and Shortcomings: Jake can manipulate his surroundings with his mind, moving and changing things at will, and he is powerful, Level 5. However, He is severely handicapped. He has perfect control of his powers, and is very skilled and cleaver in using them, but that is only when he can tap into them. He has no command of when or where he starts using them, so that is a big problem, but sometimes the intensity of it causes him pain.
Likes: Video games, books, art, chess, talking to Kara and sometimes other people. He likes to eat jello, salmon, most other types of sea food.
Dislikes: Pudding, surprisingly. He also doesn't like being in big crowds or being the center of one. He also doesn't like feeling like a test subject. He feels in human, like a caged wild animal, and sometimes feels frightened at the research facility.
History: He has taken the test a few times, but each time they weren't able to detect his power level, and when it bust out in a park a few months ago, he and his family were a bit shocked. Since then he has experienced a lot of trouble with his power at the lab, but has found friends that can help him ease his stress.
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Name: Kara Gigman
Sex:Female
Age: 17
Power: Medium, Barely level 4. Has Lvl 1 Telepathy as well.
Personality: Kara is understanding, patient, careful, and sometimes hard to get to. She has her set ways of thinking, and though she can change them, she is stubborn. She doesn't quite fit into the world, like her friend Jake, but she can handle more that he can. She has a lot of sympathy to others who deserve it, and no remorse for those who don't deserve pity. People think this is because of her ability, but others think it was just the way she was raised. He is surprisingly open to Jake, who she seems to have a lot in common with, and they can remedy each others problems.
Appearance: Kara is half Black, half Caucasian, with deep brown eyes and light brown, bushy hair. She is slim, medium height, and has a sad air about her most of the time, but can truly be quite happy. She is fit, too, since she liked doing physical activities and just exercising. She usually wears tan caprees( Idk how to spell it) and elegant blouses, along with an old dimmer she had when her power was lower, which is disguised as a charm bracelet.
Skills and Shortcomings: Kara can see into the spirit world, where souls rest (or don't rest). She can speak to them, and they can come in many forms, like that of living things, animals, people, etc., or just be floating masses of energy. However, Kara thinks that some of the spirits may not be real, because it is so hard to tell. She wondered if she is actually just going mad, so she prefers not to use her powers when she is feeling unwell or distressed.
Likes:Running, workouts, weightlifting on occasion. White chocolate, A LOT. She adores the stuff. Spaghetti and other Italian food, as well as some Greek specialties.
Dislikes: Citrus fruit, It gives her headaches. she also disapproves of Video games, with the exception of Jake, who sometimes needs them to calm down. She also likes chess and books.
History: She used to be a level 2 Medium, but her powers have been growing over the last few years, and she reached level 4 by and inch when she turned 17. so she was sent to the research facility.
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Name:Jennifer (Jen) Greenway
Age:17 1/2
Gender:Female
Starter Pokemon:Cyndaquil
Height:5'10
Weight:116 Lbs
Appearance:Average Height and weight, straight, dirty blonde hair that reaches her middle back, hazel eyes, and slightly flat chested, Jen doesn't stand out in many ways physical, but she makes up for it with her personality. She usually wears Boot leg jeans, and Big leathery combat boots almost all the time.
She also tends to wear a black fedora most of the time, and when she doesn't, she has her hair up in a ponytail or clip. She is rather attached to that hat, and if it is missing for long without a good reason, someone is gonna pay.
Personality: She is kind, funny, can be a little irritable when it comes to her hat, and very dangerous when the safety of her friends and pokemon are at risk. She loves being out in nature, exploring and hiking and all of that good fun, which makes her a good match for being a pokemon trainer, but is also very knowledgeable.
She enjoys researching things, and can remember almost anything she thinks will be useful latter on. She can kind of be compared to an encyclopedia for her friends. She doesn't mind it, either. She loves to be helpful to others, and kinda has a small, prideful satisfaction when she can show off and use her knowledge for a good reason.
Jen is easy to make friends with. She likes to be with people she can laugh with, people that she sees as smart or impressive, and since she has a bit of a self esteem issue, that comprises a lot of people. If she finds you any of those things, you will have her friendship, but if you go deeper, talking about hardships, confiding secrets, asking for important moral advice, giggling about crushes, inside jokes, etc, you will find a long time, trustworthy ally in any adventure.
Cyndaquil
Name: Carson
Gender: Male
Met: Lvl 5, starter
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze (Boosts the power of Fire type moves in a pinch)
Attacks: Tackle, Leer
Nature: Modest. (Increased Sp. Attack, Decreased Attack)
Personality: Carson takes his job seriously! He is very protective of Jennifer, and would do anything to Impress her and take care of her. On a lighter note, he also loves fun, and unlike his nature suggests, he loves to show off and is far from modest about power, strengths, anything. He doesn't go overboard, though, because he does know his own strength, because even if he isn't the strongest Pokemon in the world, He is a tough little guy, and when he gets older (bigger) he will indeed be a powerful pokemon.
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Name:Nightfire
Age: 14 Moons
Gender:Female
Rank:Warrior
Clan/Affiliation: Mountain clan
Appearance:She is a slim, small tortoiseshell, with more orange coloring than most cats of her type. Her left foreleg is a brilliant shade of orange, it looks like fire. She has a long, slightly fluffy tail, long legs, and yellow-green eyes. She is built for hunting, and is very good at it, but due to her size, her combat skills are a bit weak, so instead she relies on speed to get by in a fight.
Personality:Nightfire is a kind, lighthearted she-cat that loves to play. She will sometimes get distracted on a patrol, or any other time, actually, and will need to be brought back to the task, but otherwise takes her job seriously. However, she is also very inquisitive, and often is quick to notice when something is off, like someone is sick, feeling bad, or hiding something. She is also very concerned for the welfare of others, and though not quite used to life in a clan, she feels a great deal of kinship to her new family. She is also A bit of a flirt, so free toms beware.
History: Nightfire, once Kaity, was born a rouge, and was separated from her small group after a few moons. Having to learn to hunt on her own, she began a bit sloppily, but quickly got the hang of it. However, she still was not good enough to keep herself fed and fend of any dangers, and there were a lot, on her own.She scavenged a lot of the time, and was almost ready to give up.
However, she got wind of a new, large, group of cats that had to live in the area. Kaity remembered another similar group, and thought that she would try and find a new home in the Clan, and changed her name to Nightfire.
Roleplaying Sample: "Will they accept me?" Kaity thought to herself as she drew close to the place where she had scented the new clan of cats. "What if they get mad that I'm trespassing?" "No, I was here first..... I think....but that doesn't change the fact that they CAN...." she slowed as she heard the voices of several cats in a clearing. ".. I mean, what am I worth to them? ...They have a code of some kind though, so maybe they will hear me out." Drawing up her courage, she walked into the clearing, but shrank back when she heard a voice call.
"HEY! Who are you? What are you doing here?"
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Name:Flightkit
Age: 3 Moons
Gender: Male...
Rank: Kit
Clan/Affiliation:FallenClan
Appearance:Flightkit is a fluffy, light orange tabby cat with handsome blue eyes from his mother. His face has a bit of a smokey hint to it, but is very hard to notice when compared to his fathers deep black markings. He is a well built cat, with strong legs, and when he gets older, he will have a lot of power and weight to put into his blows, so he would be a good fighter, but a bit slower than most of the other cats.
Personality:Flightkit is quite independent for his age, and likes to explore, sometimes getting into a bit of mischief. He want so be involved in all of the important clan meetings and activities, even though he is too young. Flightkit is Cute, and knows it, because he often uses this to his advantage, and when he gets older, he will do the same thing with his charm. However, he has a great deal of respect for his parents and leader, and though he may mess with other cats, he is honest and well mannered around them.
Flightkit knows only of being in Fallenclan, and sometimes doesn't understand when other cats talk of what happened to make them all into one clan, but he does understand the seriousness of what happened, that it was horrible, and wants to be able to protect his family and friends. If only he were a few moons older!!
History:He was recently born!
Roleplaying Sample: Creeping out of the nursery, Flightkit beckoned with his tail to his siblings, and ran to the gathering of cats waiting to hear what their leader had to say. "Come on! It could be important!" he meowed back to the nursery, quietly, so as not to draw attention to the fact that they were sneaking to the meeting. He turned back to the crowd, trying to peer over the heads of the older cats to see what was going on.
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Name:Aspenbark
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan/Affiliation: Bloodclan
Appearance:She is a light brown she-cat with very sleek, short fur. Lean and light, Aspenbark can handle a lot of work and exercise. Her eyes are bright yellow, and she uses them with her ears to be one of the best trackers Bloodclan can offer, and she takes pride in that.
Personality: Aspenbark is cold. She tends to have a temper, though, and can be a bit bi-polar. She enjoys being important and payed attention to, and will do almost anything to keep some kind of power. Though not quick to make friends, she has a strange loyalty to people who have done her a favor or have been close to her for a long time, since she has no living immediate relatives.
She is a brutal fighter, she feints courtesy, like allowing the other cat to make the first move, or not attacking an unguarded cat (or so she claims), but her moves are ugly and she can be relentless. However, she has a blind spot just behind her to the left side. She isn't sure why, but several cats have managed to surprise her when they talk or come at her from that position, though she would never admit it.....
However demonic she is, there is some hidden emotion in her somewhere, that sometimes makes an appearance at random moments, and she hates herself afterward, because she usually ends up looking like a fool to those around her. Like I said, Bi-polar.
History: Besides being a good tracker, Aspenbark has not been notable for much else. She had what could be called an average life for a cat that hailed Sunclan as their ancestors, until she became part of Bloodclan and Showed her true colors in a battle. She had taken down many Fallenclan cats and survived the battle herself, so she was admired further, which she loved.
Roleplaying Sample: "That's Right, keep fighting, you miserable chunks of mouse dung!" Aspenbark cried as she gleefully tore at the flank of some white Iceclan cat, then sank her teeth into his tail. 'I wonder why white cats have such tasty blood?' she thought as she turned to see a great tabby run at her in furry. She sidestepped out of his way as he barreled past, but he was quite quick, and was able to turn to her again. This time, she jumped, letting him skid to a stop under her, and slammed her weight onto his back. He gasped, and she bit ferociously into his neck. before he had stopped moving, she had jumped off and looked down at her bloodstained paws. suddenly, she got very upset. "Oh, why did you have to come at me like that!" she yowled at the dead warrior, in what would at first seem like remorse, but "I'll smell like you for weeks!"
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Name:Owlflight
Age: 38 moons
Gender: Male
Rank:Warrior
Clan/Affiliation: Bloodclan, but is rethinking this.
Appearance:Owlflight is a long bodied, strong tom with lean legs and a slightly long face. He is a gray tabby with a white belly, legs, lower neck, and parts of the face. He has yellow eyes, but they sometimes look green when up close or in the light, and his tail is thin and dark. He has great night vision, and is light on his feet, thus his name, but he is not the fearsome fighter that most of his clanmates are. He will fight if he has to, but prefers to negotiate.
Personality:Mild mannered, easy going, neutral, it is sometimes wondered how he ended up being born under Sunclan. He prefers diplomacy over brute strength, and when asked to fight, he does so only knowing it is the only or the best way. Though smart and sensible, he can be mislead. He was made to believe that attacking Fallenclan was the best thing to do, that they had gone bad, and were threatening to drive them off. When He fights, he is fair, he will take an opportunity when it comes about, but is truly courteous, and does not kill unless without provocation. He had a love of Aspenbark once, but soon realized that she would never be for him what he was willing to be for her.
History:Has liked and loved Aspenbark for a long time, and though he gave up on being with her, he cannot vanquish all of his feelings for her, which is part of the reason why he agreed to fight Fallenclan. He prepared with his clan, ready to fight the senseless invaders, but as the fighting went on, he realized that they weren't what he believed them to be, and found it harder and harder to injure these innocent cats. After he killed one that had mistaken him for one of his comrades, he fled the battle, the guilt weighed on him like a bolder on his heart.
Roleplaying Sample: The blood of the warrior still on his jaws, Owlflight ran with all his strength back to where Bloodclan had camped before the battle. Breathing hard, he shut his eyes tight as he sat in the center of the clearing. A tear fell from his lids as he gasped. He felt ashamed, dirty, even though he had been raised for this, it still felt wrong. "What about Aspenbark?" He looked up suddenly, as if to look for her, and shook his head. "She wouldn't have looked for me." He sat for a moment more. "Well, I can't just leave them, Where would I go?" He knew that Bloodclan was his only home for now, and the thought of living alone did not excite him. He knew he would have to return. Maybe he would look for Aspenbark when he got back....
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Name: Jacobson Andrews.
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Power: Telekinesis, Level 5, but.....
Personality: Jake is a shy kid, not used to being the center of attention at all. However, when you have such power, It is hard to lie low when you are so powerful, and also when it is so hard to control. However, he usually doesn't have to worry about that, so he tends to just sit on the sidelines of the world, be quiet, and only talk to a few close friends who he knows pretty well, one of those being Kara.
He likes to play video games, though, as they usually don't require social skills, and has become quite good at them. They actually became an outlet for him when stressed, or he was having troubles with his powers. I'll get to that below. He also likes to read and draw, and is good-natured and gentle when you get to know him, if you get to know him.
Appearance: Jake looks older than he is. He has dark brown, medium length hair for a guy. He is kind of tall, but lanky and thin. He has green eyes and his lips have a natural smile in them, even when his face is relaxed. He already has a few worry lines, but they are faint, and you cant see them under his hair anyway. He usually wears cargo pants and plain t-shirts of varying colors.
Skills and Shortcomings: Jake can manipulate his surroundings with his mind, moving and changing things at will, and he is powerful, Level 5. However, He is severely handicapped. He has perfect control of his powers, and is very skilled and cleaver in using them, but that is only when he can tap into them. He has no command of when or where he starts using them, so that is a big problem, but sometimes the intensity of it causes him pain.
Likes: Video games, books, art, chess, talking to Kara and sometimes other people. He likes to eat jello, salmon, most other types of sea food.
Dislikes: Pudding, surprisingly. He also doesn't like being in big crowds or being the center of one. He also doesn't like feeling like a test subject. He feels in human, like a caged wild animal, and sometimes feels frightened at the research facility.
History: He has taken the test a few times, but each time they weren't able to detect his power level, and when it bust out in a park a few months ago, he and his family were a bit shocked. Since then he has experienced a lot of trouble with his power at the lab, but has found friends that can help him ease his stress.
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Name: Kara Gigman
Sex:Female
Age: 17
Power: Medium, Barely level 4. Has Lvl 1 Telepathy as well.
Personality: Kara is understanding, patient, careful, and sometimes hard to get to. She has her set ways of thinking, and though she can change them, she is stubborn. She doesn't quite fit into the world, like her friend Jake, but she can handle more that he can. She has a lot of sympathy to others who deserve it, and no remorse for those who don't deserve pity. People think this is because of her ability, but others think it was just the way she was raised. He is surprisingly open to Jake, who she seems to have a lot in common with, and they can remedy each others problems.
Appearance: Kara is half Black, half Caucasian, with deep brown eyes and light brown, bushy hair. She is slim, medium height, and has a sad air about her most of the time, but can truly be quite happy. She is fit, too, since she liked doing physical activities and just exercising. She usually wears tan caprees( Idk how to spell it) and elegant blouses, along with an old dimmer she had when her power was lower, which is disguised as a charm bracelet.
Skills and Shortcomings: Kara can see into the spirit world, where souls rest (or don't rest). She can speak to them, and they can come in many forms, like that of living things, animals, people, etc., or just be floating masses of energy. However, Kara thinks that some of the spirits may not be real, because it is so hard to tell. She wondered if she is actually just going mad, so she prefers not to use her powers when she is feeling unwell or distressed.
Likes:Running, workouts, weightlifting on occasion. White chocolate, A LOT. She adores the stuff. Spaghetti and other Italian food, as well as some Greek specialties.
Dislikes: Citrus fruit, It gives her headaches. she also disapproves of Video games, with the exception of Jake, who sometimes needs them to calm down. She also likes chess and books.
History: She used to be a level 2 Medium, but her powers have been growing over the last few years, and she reached level 4 by and inch when she turned 17. so she was sent to the research facility.
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Name:Jennifer (Jen) Greenway
Age:17 1/2
Gender:Female
Starter Pokemon:Cyndaquil
Height:5'10
Weight:116 Lbs
Appearance:Average Height and weight, straight, dirty blonde hair that reaches her middle back, hazel eyes, and slightly flat chested, Jen doesn't stand out in many ways physical, but she makes up for it with her personality. She usually wears Boot leg jeans, and Big leathery combat boots almost all the time.
She also tends to wear a black fedora most of the time, and when she doesn't, she has her hair up in a ponytail or clip. She is rather attached to that hat, and if it is missing for long without a good reason, someone is gonna pay.
Personality: She is kind, funny, can be a little irritable when it comes to her hat, and very dangerous when the safety of her friends and pokemon are at risk. She loves being out in nature, exploring and hiking and all of that good fun, which makes her a good match for being a pokemon trainer, but is also very knowledgeable.
She enjoys researching things, and can remember almost anything she thinks will be useful latter on. She can kind of be compared to an encyclopedia for her friends. She doesn't mind it, either. She loves to be helpful to others, and kinda has a small, prideful satisfaction when she can show off and use her knowledge for a good reason.
Jen is easy to make friends with. She likes to be with people she can laugh with, people that she sees as smart or impressive, and since she has a bit of a self esteem issue, that comprises a lot of people. If she finds you any of those things, you will have her friendship, but if you go deeper, talking about hardships, confiding secrets, asking for important moral advice, giggling about crushes, inside jokes, etc, you will find a long time, trustworthy ally in any adventure.
Cyndaquil
Name: Carson
Gender: Male
Met: Lvl 5, starter
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze (Boosts the power of Fire type moves in a pinch)
Attacks: Tackle, Leer
Nature: Modest. (Increased Sp. Attack, Decreased Attack)
Personality: Carson takes his job seriously! He is very protective of Jennifer, and would do anything to Impress her and take care of her. On a lighter note, he also loves fun, and unlike his nature suggests, he loves to show off and is far from modest about power, strengths, anything. He doesn't go overboard, though, because he does know his own strength, because even if he isn't the strongest Pokemon in the world, He is a tough little guy, and when he gets older (bigger) he will indeed be a powerful pokemon.
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