Post by diantha fontaine on Oct 25, 2014 2:15:09 GMT
Opening file...
▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
▶ DIANTHA, BOURE.
EX CHAMPION. ACTRESS.
EX CHAMPION. ACTRESS.
▶ NAME:
diantha katheryn fontaine.
▶ AGE:
thirty-four.
▶ GENDER:
female, yo.
▶ HOMETOWN:
kiloude city, kalos.
▶ AFFILIATION:
boure.
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
insurgent.
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
as the skin on my face wrinkles and ages, my soul ages too.
change is necessary. growth is beauty.
her soul has aged, anyone who her in her youth can confirm it. back when she was growing up, they might have even called her "rebellious," or "punk rock." she was always that girl headbanging to metal music. smoking her cigarettes in the school bathroom. maybe she slept around a little, or took a sip of alcohol to anger her parents. and perhaps she's got a few tattoos under her clothes. she liked getting a reaction out of people- after all, she's a thespian. drama is her life, she loved it dearly. no matter- that movie is over. fini. she plays a new role now.
diantha is kind, generally. it's not a motherly sort of care or kindness- she is polite and curt, that is all that's required of her. she doesn't tend to go above and beyond as usual with this aspect of her personality. she was never extremely kind before, people liked her fine. why start now? however, she does try hard with other traits of her persona. perhaps one of her character's best traits is her bravery and ruthlessness- she fears nothing. after all, the battlefied is where she spends a lot of her time. she will fight long and hard. flamethrowers? hurricanes? sure, send them at her. she'll deal with it in stride.
one could call her stoic. secretive, maybe- but she follows her script. everything she needs to do, everything she needs to say is done to the best of her ability. it's her choice what she does in her lonelier moments. and if that means running off to a rock concert, it's none of your business why she did it. it's her time off, after all. secrets are fine, as long as no one knows about them except you. keep your veil of confusion draped over you- no one ever needs to know what's under there. you become a new person when you play a role, you don't simply act, like many people say.
stoic, sure, but diantha has something that most other stoic and aloof people don't have- she has the ability to have a relationship with someone. friendship, romance, "hateship" and anything in between, trust me: she is capable. she can talk to people- there's something about the way she clicks with some of them. within the first five minutes she knows where this is going, whether she chooses to see you again or use her energy to argue with you is her choice. she can have friends. she's had multiple before...although...perhaps they've forgotten about her. they say "it's a small world" and "keep in touch," but everyone knows that goodbye is goodbye. and maybe she'll see them on the sidewalk one day, maybe she'll stare at them and feel her younger self, shining through. but chances are she won't approach them. she's moved on, they have too.
we've all got different roles to play, after all.
change is necessary. growth is beauty.
her soul has aged, anyone who her in her youth can confirm it. back when she was growing up, they might have even called her "rebellious," or "punk rock." she was always that girl headbanging to metal music. smoking her cigarettes in the school bathroom. maybe she slept around a little, or took a sip of alcohol to anger her parents. and perhaps she's got a few tattoos under her clothes. she liked getting a reaction out of people- after all, she's a thespian. drama is her life, she loved it dearly. no matter- that movie is over. fini. she plays a new role now.
diantha is kind, generally. it's not a motherly sort of care or kindness- she is polite and curt, that is all that's required of her. she doesn't tend to go above and beyond as usual with this aspect of her personality. she was never extremely kind before, people liked her fine. why start now? however, she does try hard with other traits of her persona. perhaps one of her character's best traits is her bravery and ruthlessness- she fears nothing. after all, the battlefied is where she spends a lot of her time. she will fight long and hard. flamethrowers? hurricanes? sure, send them at her. she'll deal with it in stride.
one could call her stoic. secretive, maybe- but she follows her script. everything she needs to do, everything she needs to say is done to the best of her ability. it's her choice what she does in her lonelier moments. and if that means running off to a rock concert, it's none of your business why she did it. it's her time off, after all. secrets are fine, as long as no one knows about them except you. keep your veil of confusion draped over you- no one ever needs to know what's under there. you become a new person when you play a role, you don't simply act, like many people say.
stoic, sure, but diantha has something that most other stoic and aloof people don't have- she has the ability to have a relationship with someone. friendship, romance, "hateship" and anything in between, trust me: she is capable. she can talk to people- there's something about the way she clicks with some of them. within the first five minutes she knows where this is going, whether she chooses to see you again or use her energy to argue with you is her choice. she can have friends. she's had multiple before...although...perhaps they've forgotten about her. they say "it's a small world" and "keep in touch," but everyone knows that goodbye is goodbye. and maybe she'll see them on the sidewalk one day, maybe she'll stare at them and feel her younger self, shining through. but chances are she won't approach them. she's moved on, they have too.
we've all got different roles to play, after all.
▶ HISTORY:
in an envelope somewhere, stuffed into a drawer. crumpled. the name and address are scribbled over.
where did you go
after we parted ways
i can feel the warmth of your smile
even though it was so long ago
i've changed
you should see me
maybe you could go down to the theater
and watch me in a movie?
i saw you in the news.
i heard about you on the radio.
but i never could have predicted
this was the path you'd choose.
i still kept in touch with our friend
after i stopped trusting,
stopped believing in you
i still keep in touch with our friend
but this will be the last thing
the last thing i write you
i never knew this is how it'd end;
ancien ami, je ne veux pas vous connaître.
je ne crois pas en toi.
jusqu'à ce que nous rencontrons dans l'infini,
diantha
she arrived screaming at the top of her lungs, ringlets of mocha hair atop her head. she looked perfect. if you had the VHS tape on mute you might have though she was giggling, like a small angel. like someone sent her there. but she was a mistake-- a mistake that her parents welcomed, eventually. they were young- only in their twenties. her father's small fortune from the glory days of pokemon trainers bought them a large house, paid for their food. it bought them everything. until it was gone.
and then she was a girl in elementary school. black clothes. pale face, a polite smile smeared along her face. but then she found it- the old record player in the attic. and suddenly the sounds of music filled her brain. picture perfect unperfect relationships, the moments before death from overdose, romantic love songs ending with terrible admissions. "i cheated on her," or "he cheated on me." it was like her own TV, the one she missed so dearly from when they still had money.
and those movies...those movies were so cool. alcohol. men. cigarettes. sex. but she was young. just a small rosebud.
but she blossomed into bloodroot. all made up; like a city princess, breath subtly smelling of wine and black coffee. her hair was cropped short, her lips were dyed cherry. and when she had her collection of music and enough cash to buy a few pokeballs, she dropped out of highscool.
what did she have to lose anyway.
somewhere along the way she met them- two young boys, about her age. they became close. all she remembers about these years is the way they protected her fiercely, from men, depression, from the world. and, for weeks than turned into months that turned into years, they were her friends, her bread and butter. what she lived for. they made her happy.
they were good pokemon trainers, just as she was, but all in different ways, it seemed. and as life usually does, it casually ripped apart the seams of their relationship, sending them off in separate directions. a one way train, never to return.
they moved on. she moved on. conquered the elite 4 and became champion, the top trainer of the region.
until a new one came along, and she was left in the wake of an old friend's path of destruction. of his lies. of his betrayals.
and somewhere along the way she 'matured,' perhaps it was for her roles. she played so many of them back then... so of course she had to change. she'll always have to change.
and like that cigarette smoke she used to watch disappear into the air at the many campsites she saw with her dear friends, things fade. era's end. she can at least say that this is the beginning of a new one, even if she doesn't like the way it looks.
her soul will age with the times.
where did you go
after we parted ways
i can feel the warmth of your smile
even though it was so long ago
i've changed
you should see me
maybe you could go down to the theater
and watch me in a movie?
i saw you in the news.
i heard about you on the radio.
but i never could have predicted
this was the path you'd choose.
i still kept in touch with our friend
after i stopped trusting,
stopped believing in you
i still keep in touch with our friend
but this will be the last thing
the last thing i write you
i never knew this is how it'd end;
ancien ami, je ne veux pas vous connaître.
je ne crois pas en toi.
jusqu'à ce que nous rencontrons dans l'infini,
diantha
she arrived screaming at the top of her lungs, ringlets of mocha hair atop her head. she looked perfect. if you had the VHS tape on mute you might have though she was giggling, like a small angel. like someone sent her there. but she was a mistake-- a mistake that her parents welcomed, eventually. they were young- only in their twenties. her father's small fortune from the glory days of pokemon trainers bought them a large house, paid for their food. it bought them everything. until it was gone.
and then she was a girl in elementary school. black clothes. pale face, a polite smile smeared along her face. but then she found it- the old record player in the attic. and suddenly the sounds of music filled her brain. picture perfect unperfect relationships, the moments before death from overdose, romantic love songs ending with terrible admissions. "i cheated on her," or "he cheated on me." it was like her own TV, the one she missed so dearly from when they still had money.
and those movies...those movies were so cool. alcohol. men. cigarettes. sex. but she was young. just a small rosebud.
but she blossomed into bloodroot. all made up; like a city princess, breath subtly smelling of wine and black coffee. her hair was cropped short, her lips were dyed cherry. and when she had her collection of music and enough cash to buy a few pokeballs, she dropped out of highscool.
what did she have to lose anyway.
somewhere along the way she met them- two young boys, about her age. they became close. all she remembers about these years is the way they protected her fiercely, from men, depression, from the world. and, for weeks than turned into months that turned into years, they were her friends, her bread and butter. what she lived for. they made her happy.
they were good pokemon trainers, just as she was, but all in different ways, it seemed. and as life usually does, it casually ripped apart the seams of their relationship, sending them off in separate directions. a one way train, never to return.
they moved on. she moved on. conquered the elite 4 and became champion, the top trainer of the region.
until a new one came along, and she was left in the wake of an old friend's path of destruction. of his lies. of his betrayals.
and somewhere along the way she 'matured,' perhaps it was for her roles. she played so many of them back then... so of course she had to change. she'll always have to change.
and like that cigarette smoke she used to watch disappear into the air at the many campsites she saw with her dear friends, things fade. era's end. she can at least say that this is the beginning of a new one, even if she doesn't like the way it looks.
her soul will age with the times.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
 juillet. ♀. pixilate.
|  janvier. ♂. refrigerate.
|
 aout. ♂. strong jaw.
|  avril. ♀. limber.
|
 mars. ♂. stance change.
|  juin. ♂. rough skin.
|
 fevrier. ♂. levitate.
|  peut. ♀. chlorophyll.
|
▶ WRITER INFORMATION.
▶ PLAYER:
caedmon
▶ EXPERIENCE:
oof. like. four. i think.
▶ CHARACTERS:
uh.
▶ FACE CLAIM:
DIANTHA from POKEMON
NETTE OF IS
