Post by Gloria Azevedo on Oct 28, 2014 4:51:19 GMT
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▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
Gloria's life was a rather ordinary one, was it not? Her parents came from opposite worlds, with a hardworking scientist mother named Carol and a myth-chasing father named Stanley. Her parents loved her dearly, just as they loved her many brothers and sisters. They were her only friends, but Gloria didn't mind that. Sibling love was more than enough for her, even overcoming the taunting and and teasing of her peers. When that wasn't enough there was always Pokemon, too: big or small, frightening or fluffy, there was room for all sorts in her heart.
She was an avid reader, sometimes losing herself for hours at a time in her books. The big book of mythology her father got her for her sevenths birthday was, and still is, a huge favorite. While a bit childish for her these days, the stories of legendary Pokemon from all six regions captivated her with grand tales and huge, watercolor pictures. Zygarde was always her favorite, constantly keeping the natural order flowing in the beautiful region of Kalos. In bad times she often remembered the cyclic nature of Zygarde's stories, taking comfort that sorrows were simply necessary midpoints between more joyous days.
It was this knowledge that helped hold her together when Carol passed away. She was away from the house often, constantly jetting from one expedition to the next, and for that reason Gloria never saw too much of her. On one of those expeditions she had contracted a disease of sorts, and Gloria took it upon herself to care for her in her last moments. She calmed her mother to the best of her ability, doing everything possible to avoid from breaking down. One midnight a Murkrow cried out as Gloria tended to her mother: that day was also Carol's last, as peaceful an exit as the day she was born.
Follow the buzzards, and death will never be far behind.
It was an inevitability. There was nothing she could do. No matter who you are or what you say, one day it'll catch up to you. Day after day Gloria repeated this to herself, trying to keep calm as her family collapsed into grief. Remember the cycle. Life is one grand circle. Maybe in another world, maybe as a reincarnation, or maybe her essence melding with that of the world around her, somewhere her death must mean life, must it not? Childish musings turned to life's philosophy, and her love for Zygarde turned into fascination. She began hunting for cycles and patterns almost obsessively, in nature and history alike.
Her family recovered eventually, but Stanley never did. Losing the love of his life splintered his heart to pieces, and with him out of commission the rest of the family had to step it up. They began hunting out jobs, forced to grow up far, far too early. Gloria was generally the family taskmaster, caring yet strict and always keeping her siblings in line. While to outlookers she could seem intimidating, it was always motivated by how much she cared. Besides, was it not their turn to step up?
Eventually, though, the cord connecting them all was cut. Stanley has passed in his grief, his last words expressing how proud he was of his children. Slowly the family began to splinter away, each moving on to do make their own mark on the world. Gloria missed them dearly, but she knew it was inevitable. Xerneas' blessing, growth, independence, a family of your own, and a final trip in Yveltal's talons. The cycles continued.
For a few years Gloria simply maintained her flower shop, fully immersing herself in life's fragile beauty, but when whispers of war were heard on the horizon she found herself very, very interested. Like spokes on the wheel of life, disturbances such as Rocket, Galactic, and Plasma had popped up on a surprisingly regular basis. And it was turning faster and faster. Soon, the world would be in for a great change.
And yet, these harbingers of change were so unworthy. Shortsighted, cruel, selfish: what great nations could be built off such thoughts? No, they weren't fit to lay a single hand on the great circle Zygarde had churned for millennia. No, she would need to test them. Strike at them viciously, constantly gauging their prowess and casting aside the unworthy until she finds the one fit to change the world. Maybe then she will see to it to embrace the new order and fall on the sword she sharpened. Until then, Gloria lies in wait, eagerly watching to see how the world will adapt.
▶ Gloria Azevedo, Zemina.
▶ NAME:
Gloria Azevedo.
▶ AGE:
Twenty-Five.
▶ GENDER:
Female.
▶ HOMETOWN:
HOENN, Verdanturf Town.
▶ AFFILIATION:
Zemina. While Gloria supports many of Boure's ideals, she feels the movement is far too weak to be of much use. They must be purged so stronger movements can grow from the ashes.
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
Gloria is but a humble flower shop owner. Of course, said shop is also her secret base of operations as a Zemina administrator. But it's not like anyone needs to know that~.
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
- Cares deeply for almost everyone.
- Impeccably polite.
- Always tries to be motivational.
- Has a near-perfect memory.
- Always willing to get her hands dirty.
- Controlling and domineering.
- Absolutely ruthless in battle, to the point of cruelty.
- A perfectionist.
- Fatalistic.
- Closed-minded, especially pertaining to her belief in life's cyclic nature.
▶ HISTORY:
Gloria's life was a rather ordinary one, was it not? Her parents came from opposite worlds, with a hardworking scientist mother named Carol and a myth-chasing father named Stanley. Her parents loved her dearly, just as they loved her many brothers and sisters. They were her only friends, but Gloria didn't mind that. Sibling love was more than enough for her, even overcoming the taunting and and teasing of her peers. When that wasn't enough there was always Pokemon, too: big or small, frightening or fluffy, there was room for all sorts in her heart.
She was an avid reader, sometimes losing herself for hours at a time in her books. The big book of mythology her father got her for her sevenths birthday was, and still is, a huge favorite. While a bit childish for her these days, the stories of legendary Pokemon from all six regions captivated her with grand tales and huge, watercolor pictures. Zygarde was always her favorite, constantly keeping the natural order flowing in the beautiful region of Kalos. In bad times she often remembered the cyclic nature of Zygarde's stories, taking comfort that sorrows were simply necessary midpoints between more joyous days.
It was this knowledge that helped hold her together when Carol passed away. She was away from the house often, constantly jetting from one expedition to the next, and for that reason Gloria never saw too much of her. On one of those expeditions she had contracted a disease of sorts, and Gloria took it upon herself to care for her in her last moments. She calmed her mother to the best of her ability, doing everything possible to avoid from breaking down. One midnight a Murkrow cried out as Gloria tended to her mother: that day was also Carol's last, as peaceful an exit as the day she was born.
Follow the buzzards, and death will never be far behind.
It was an inevitability. There was nothing she could do. No matter who you are or what you say, one day it'll catch up to you. Day after day Gloria repeated this to herself, trying to keep calm as her family collapsed into grief. Remember the cycle. Life is one grand circle. Maybe in another world, maybe as a reincarnation, or maybe her essence melding with that of the world around her, somewhere her death must mean life, must it not? Childish musings turned to life's philosophy, and her love for Zygarde turned into fascination. She began hunting for cycles and patterns almost obsessively, in nature and history alike.
Her family recovered eventually, but Stanley never did. Losing the love of his life splintered his heart to pieces, and with him out of commission the rest of the family had to step it up. They began hunting out jobs, forced to grow up far, far too early. Gloria was generally the family taskmaster, caring yet strict and always keeping her siblings in line. While to outlookers she could seem intimidating, it was always motivated by how much she cared. Besides, was it not their turn to step up?
Eventually, though, the cord connecting them all was cut. Stanley has passed in his grief, his last words expressing how proud he was of his children. Slowly the family began to splinter away, each moving on to do make their own mark on the world. Gloria missed them dearly, but she knew it was inevitable. Xerneas' blessing, growth, independence, a family of your own, and a final trip in Yveltal's talons. The cycles continued.
For a few years Gloria simply maintained her flower shop, fully immersing herself in life's fragile beauty, but when whispers of war were heard on the horizon she found herself very, very interested. Like spokes on the wheel of life, disturbances such as Rocket, Galactic, and Plasma had popped up on a surprisingly regular basis. And it was turning faster and faster. Soon, the world would be in for a great change.
And yet, these harbingers of change were so unworthy. Shortsighted, cruel, selfish: what great nations could be built off such thoughts? No, they weren't fit to lay a single hand on the great circle Zygarde had churned for millennia. No, she would need to test them. Strike at them viciously, constantly gauging their prowess and casting aside the unworthy until she finds the one fit to change the world. Maybe then she will see to it to embrace the new order and fall on the sword she sharpened. Until then, Gloria lies in wait, eagerly watching to see how the world will adapt.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
 Sandalphon. ♂. Oblivious.
|  Jophiel. ♀. No Guard.
|
 Raphael. ♂. Healer.
|  Uriel. ♂. Illuminate.
|
 Metatron. None. Levitate.
|  Michael. ♂. Own Tempo.
|
 Gabriel. ♂. Chlorophyll.
|  Samael. ♀. Flash Fire.
|
▶ WRITER INFORMATION.
▶ PLAYER:
Still, still Gemini
▶ EXPERIENCE:
3
▶ CHARACTERS:
Sycamore, Cain, Eva, Dan
▶ FACE CLAIM:
ROSE THOMAS from FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST
NETTE OF IS
