Post by white on Oct 26, 2014 3:03:01 GMT
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▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
trainer: with the loss of half her team in fighting plasma, she trains the rest of her team in hopes of never losing again. she can pretty serious about it.
administrator: she fought tooth and nail for this position, knowing that one of the winners of the unova elite four would do best in a position of power. although still fairly new, she has a level-head and makes for an excellent admin among grunts and troopers.
▶ hilda touko, zemina. white, shiro.
▶ NAME:
hilda touko
▶ AGE:
twenty
▶ GENDER:
female.
female.
▶ HOMETOWN:
UNOVA, nuvema town
▶ AFFILIATION:
zemina
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
trainer: with the loss of half her team in fighting plasma, she trains the rest of her team in hopes of never losing again. she can pretty serious about it.
administrator: she fought tooth and nail for this position, knowing that one of the winners of the unova elite four would do best in a position of power. although still fairly new, she has a level-head and makes for an excellent admin among grunts and troopers.
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
POSITIVE:
LOYAL
WONDERFUL LISTENER
JUSTICE-ORIENTED
FRIENDLY
PUNCTUAL
NEGATIVE:
STUBBORN
PARANOID
CONFLICTED
EASILY GUILTED
ANGRY
LOYAL
WONDERFUL LISTENER
JUSTICE-ORIENTED
FRIENDLY
PUNCTUAL
NEGATIVE:
STUBBORN
PARANOID
CONFLICTED
EASILY GUILTED
ANGRY
▶ HISTORY:
who the hell names their kid hilda? even as a child, she hated the name. hated the way it rolled off her tongue. the children all laughed at her, laughed at her books and the way she would skip rope. she would find solace in bianca and cheren and another unfortunately named child. hilda had never been a creative child so when they asked of her name she merely said white.
touko - transparent. that's what she was for a majority of her life. she was overlooked, easily forgotten. she didn't mind, not really - that's what she told herself. even upon receiving her first pokemon, a oshawott she decided to call lapis lazuli. bianca wanted her adventure and cheren wanted to study, to become a hero. and white, well - she was just in it for lapis. she would make friends in a small lillipup she named peridot and later she would be given a pansear named coral. she would try her hand at gym battles and upon receiving her first badge they would say her niche would be wrong. that pokemon training was wrong and that her pokemon deserved to be free.
for a second, she nearly believed them. then lapis evolved and the whole plot turned to sinister. she didn't think about fighting back until a plasma knight fought against peridot, hurting her so bad that it damaged her back legs, forever paralyzing her. then she tasted sawdust whenever she swallowed and suddenly she knew about an anger that she could never let go of. suddenly, she had something worth fighting for.
she managed to beat all her rivals, training her pokemon hard and fighting plasma. she had to bury her first fully evolved pokemon, a unfezant named Pearl, a bird that fainted and never woke up. Lapis would end up losing an eye to one of Skyla's birds and she saw her pansear never evolve but rather die in the same way Pearl had. Die.
Suddenly, she found herself lying awake most nights - so angry she could light a fire. she had a wrath that always growing, perhaps that had always been there. she couldn't understand how a group that preached about the lives of pokemon could throw them away so carelessly. and when she beat the elite four with a scowl on her face, white had grown up. her fire wasn't hot, hot like the sun.
but it was cold, deep - a wrath so deep it was wider than the ocean and she raided the plasma like she was a fucking hurricane, drowning every single one of them. the blood in her veins weren't warm anymore, they were frozen and every time she woke she expected to find herself blue, but instead they only grew colder.
she beat n and plasma, she gained the favor of a legendary pokemon. for a moment, she thought the ice had melted - but really, she had only grown colder, drowning in ocean made of wrath she herself had created. and then the war broke out, another fight - always another fight she would come to realize. she thought of peridot and pearl, and how her hands now a days were as cold as their bodies and she fights. she probably won't stop until they drown.
touko - transparent. that's what she was for a majority of her life. she was overlooked, easily forgotten. she didn't mind, not really - that's what she told herself. even upon receiving her first pokemon, a oshawott she decided to call lapis lazuli. bianca wanted her adventure and cheren wanted to study, to become a hero. and white, well - she was just in it for lapis. she would make friends in a small lillipup she named peridot and later she would be given a pansear named coral. she would try her hand at gym battles and upon receiving her first badge they would say her niche would be wrong. that pokemon training was wrong and that her pokemon deserved to be free.
for a second, she nearly believed them. then lapis evolved and the whole plot turned to sinister. she didn't think about fighting back until a plasma knight fought against peridot, hurting her so bad that it damaged her back legs, forever paralyzing her. then she tasted sawdust whenever she swallowed and suddenly she knew about an anger that she could never let go of. suddenly, she had something worth fighting for.
she managed to beat all her rivals, training her pokemon hard and fighting plasma. she had to bury her first fully evolved pokemon, a unfezant named Pearl, a bird that fainted and never woke up. Lapis would end up losing an eye to one of Skyla's birds and she saw her pansear never evolve but rather die in the same way Pearl had. Die.
Suddenly, she found herself lying awake most nights - so angry she could light a fire. she had a wrath that always growing, perhaps that had always been there. she couldn't understand how a group that preached about the lives of pokemon could throw them away so carelessly. and when she beat the elite four with a scowl on her face, white had grown up. her fire wasn't hot, hot like the sun.
but it was cold, deep - a wrath so deep it was wider than the ocean and she raided the plasma like she was a fucking hurricane, drowning every single one of them. the blood in her veins weren't warm anymore, they were frozen and every time she woke she expected to find herself blue, but instead they only grew colder.
she beat n and plasma, she gained the favor of a legendary pokemon. for a moment, she thought the ice had melted - but really, she had only grown colder, drowning in ocean made of wrath she herself had created. and then the war broke out, another fight - always another fight she would come to realize. she thought of peridot and pearl, and how her hands now a days were as cold as their bodies and she fights. she probably won't stop until they drown.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
 lapis lazuli. ♂ torrent.
|  sugilite. ♀. sheer focus.
|
 zircon. ♀. sap sipper.
|  malachite. ♂ . overcoat.
|
 beryl. ♀. compound eyes.
|  obsidian. ♂ . illusion
|
▶ WRITER INFORMATION.
▶ PLAYER:
Nickel
▶ EXPERIENCE:
4-5
▶ CHARACTERS:
bane ivel
▶ FACE CLAIM:
WHITE from POKEMON
NETTE OF IS
