Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 2:46:55 GMT
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▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
▶ phoebe devins, zemina. bebe, dusky.
▶ NAME:
phoebe sully devins
▶ AGE:
twenty-nine
▶ GENDER:
female
▶ HOMETOWN:
HOENN, mt. pyre
▶ AFFILIATION:
zemina
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
elite four - one of the master trainers of hoenn, phoebe has held a place on the region's elite four for many years as a ghost specialist.
grave keeper - when not battling or performing other duties phoebe spends time on mt. pyre, tending to graves and caring for the ghost pokemon present on the island.
leader of lilycove - while her own personal ideology and views on the war make her more sympathetic towards kopec's cause, phoebe has grown loyal to and had faith in the league over the years. It is for this reason that she has taken a role as lilycove's leader at the request of the league.
grave keeper - when not battling or performing other duties phoebe spends time on mt. pyre, tending to graves and caring for the ghost pokemon present on the island.
leader of lilycove - while her own personal ideology and views on the war make her more sympathetic towards kopec's cause, phoebe has grown loyal to and had faith in the league over the years. It is for this reason that she has taken a role as lilycove's leader at the request of the league.
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
✓ cooperative, affectionate, playful, realistic, loyal
✕ passive, excitable, rowdy, stubborn, blunt
✕ passive, excitable, rowdy, stubborn, blunt
▶ HISTORY:
Death has never seemed some inescapable evil to Phoebe. For her, the reaper has never been some foreboding image ready to steal someone for death, but rather a friend to take one to the next stage of life. Many would say it had to do with her upbringing, and many say it's just a side-effect of her eccentricity. And Phoebe would have trouble denying either of those.
Born to a young widow already in the throes of death herself, Phoebe experienced loss before she truly understood it. An orphan before she could do much more than toddle, custody of her was given to her grandparents. A kind old couple on Mt. Pyre. A very good decision, as they took her in happily and with nothing but love in their hearts. Both very bright people despite where they lived.
Growing up on a giant graveyard, death was never a secret to Phoebe. Unlike some children, who learned of death later in life, experienced grief before knowledge, Phoebe was taught by her grandparents to view death as part of a cycle. It was natural and inevitable, and as a result wasn't worth fretting and fearing. She was taught that even while people sobbed for those they'd lost that it was just a show of love. The more they cried the more they'd loved, and as a result love -- not sorrow -- was the strongest emotion left by passing. This idea of a cycle and teachings on the natural happenings of the world molded Phoebe into a relaxed girl, and one infatuated with death.
Phoebe's love for death was never grim. There was no black makeup, no dark clothes, and certainly no screaming bands. No, she just became very well acquainted with the ideas of it and the things associated with it. At only eight or nine, you could find her wandering the graves with an almost cheery expression. And, following her grandparents' teachings, she spent time sitting with and talking to mourners. While not all people were open to listening to a child's rationale on death, there were several times that Phoebe found herself stoppering tears and earning appreciative grins. Of course, above all else she found herself heavily attracted to ghost pokemon.
The ghost pokemon that inhabited Mt. Pyre were some of Phoebe's quickest and closest friends. With no children frequenting the island, and with her visits to nearby Lilycove often few and far between, her grandparents and the pokemon were her few companions. She would search for them and spend hours interacting with them. While she wasn't psychic, and certainly couldn't speak their language, Phoebe found she had an affinity for understanding them, and as a result always felt closer to them than the water pokemon that swam the borders of the island. By the time she reached her tenth birthday she could tell the difference between almost every individual pokemon on the island and had taken the liberty of naming many of them.
When her tenth birthday did finally come around, Phoebe was all too eager to leave. While she loved Mt. Pyre, and loved her grandparents as much as a child could, the allure of all the land she didn't know and all the pokemon she hadn't met was too much. Thinking experience off the island would do her good, her grandparents were sad to see her go but excited to hear what she learned. A feast and a pokemon from each of them saw her off, and off she went.
Phoebe's journey was long and took many turns. While she had been so enamored with the romantic idea of lands unseen and adventures around every corner, she found herself a bit too disorganized to properly traverse them. She spent nearly a year simply adventuring and testing waters before actually settling on any kind of idea. It seemed her ideas on pokemon didn't coincide very well with the contest crowd, and though she loved to do it adventuring eventually became tiring, but battling. Battling was a thrill.
Putting her pokemon up against challenges -- some hard and some negligible -- felt to Phoebe like the greatest exercise of trust. Perhaps most importantly, it was fun. Things were always changing, and it reminded her so much of what her grandparents had taught her. Losses, victories, growth, and setbacks all fit into a nice cycle in her mind. For a couple of years she threw herself at trainers.
From beginners to the elite, Phoebe climbed the ladder. Having decided early on to specialize, she gathered ghost types of all sorts. While this decision certainly brought its own host of challenges, she felt only more and more proud of herself and her pokemon every time they triumphed over a new trial. Eventually they were able to march their way to Ever Grande City, and while they couldn't get through the whole challenge Phoebe and her pokemon found themselves masters in their own right as Phoebe found a place as one of the Elite Four.
Still young, Phoebe learned a lot in her position. It seemed every day she grew a bit stronger as new trainers entered her room. Whether the trainers got past her or left with their pokemon clutched in their arms, Phoebe could feel the world's natural cycles giving her experience and knowledge to grow from. And while most of those cycles started and ended in Ever Grande City, her greatest challenge would come in her late teens with the rise of Team Magma and Team Aqua.
The threat they posed to the region agitated most all of the Elite Four, but Phoebe found herself removed. Like most things, she felt they were a natural rise that would reach a natural fall. She was never worried about them like the others. That was until they threatened her home. She felt an uncharacteristic surge of frustration and anger when she heard they'd dared to step foot on hallowed ground and forcefully steal the Red and Blue orbs. Still, even when spurred to move Phoebe was more or less rooted. The league wasn't sure how to respond, and kept its elites on short reigns. In the end children cleaned up the mess, with very little intervention from any of the agitated trainers in Ever Grande.
Grateful for what he'd done, Phoebe was absolutely ecstatic when the time came to battle the hero who had helped her grandparents and crushed the problem she'd watched unfold. His power was amazing, and while she would have liked to match him blow for blow it just wasn't possible. His expertise and strength he'd used to crush criminals and the pokemon they controlled did the same to her, and she found herself definitively defeated by the end of their cycle. She congratulated him without the slightest trace of envy or bitterness. It had easily been the most fun she'd had in years, and she was grateful for the experience. Still, it helped her spirits that he beat the champion not too long afterward.
For the next years Phoebe spent most of her time doing what she wanted. Challengers had been becoming a bit less common, and as a result the Elite Four had more time to themselves. For Phoebe this meant a lot of time on Mt. Pyre, especially with the way her grandparents were getting on in years. She heard news of the turmoil brewing worldwide and thought of it much how she had with the events in her own region not too long ago.
But, as time passed it was clear this storm wasn't going to end itself without some major conflict. Especially as Kalos erupted and collapsed on itself. Suddenly she was being called to action, and she found it ironic. When the region needed her she'd been held steady, told to wait, but now when the world wanted her gone she needed to step forward and fight. Still, she saw no point in fighting the order, and feeling it just another part of the cycle she listened to them. Fighting not so much for the league as much as for her friends within it and the faith she had in the growth this powerful cycle would bring.
Phoebe took up a post at Lilycove, and soon was spending a lot of time at Mt. Pyre digging graves and comforting those who came to visit them. She even found herself filling a few with her own pokemon, and with the pokemon of those she'd fought. It was different than usual, and she felt the hurt she'd seen so often. Still, she reminded herself that every tear she shed and every pain she felt was out of love, not sadness.
Keeping all this in mind she's moved forward, her heart ambitious and her eyes misty.
tl;dr Phoebe lost her mother at a very young age and went to live with her grandparents on Mt. Pyre. They taught her a very optimistic view of death, saying it was just the end to one of many natural cycles. This teaching from a young age kept her from ever viewing death as a negative thing, and she has always done her best to teach it to others. She became really close to the ghost pokemon on Mt. Pyre, and they inspired her to specialize in ghost pokemon when her time to adventure finally came. After battling many people and going through a lot of smaller struggles Phoebe makes it to the Elite Four. She's conflicted over the incidents with Team Aqua and Magma, and regrets being unable to help. More years go by and Kalos erupts. While she doesn't especially care for war or participating in it, she understands her job as an Elite Four member and joins for her friends and hoping that the league can improve itself through this "cycle" as she has throughout the cycles of her own life.
Born to a young widow already in the throes of death herself, Phoebe experienced loss before she truly understood it. An orphan before she could do much more than toddle, custody of her was given to her grandparents. A kind old couple on Mt. Pyre. A very good decision, as they took her in happily and with nothing but love in their hearts. Both very bright people despite where they lived.
Growing up on a giant graveyard, death was never a secret to Phoebe. Unlike some children, who learned of death later in life, experienced grief before knowledge, Phoebe was taught by her grandparents to view death as part of a cycle. It was natural and inevitable, and as a result wasn't worth fretting and fearing. She was taught that even while people sobbed for those they'd lost that it was just a show of love. The more they cried the more they'd loved, and as a result love -- not sorrow -- was the strongest emotion left by passing. This idea of a cycle and teachings on the natural happenings of the world molded Phoebe into a relaxed girl, and one infatuated with death.
Phoebe's love for death was never grim. There was no black makeup, no dark clothes, and certainly no screaming bands. No, she just became very well acquainted with the ideas of it and the things associated with it. At only eight or nine, you could find her wandering the graves with an almost cheery expression. And, following her grandparents' teachings, she spent time sitting with and talking to mourners. While not all people were open to listening to a child's rationale on death, there were several times that Phoebe found herself stoppering tears and earning appreciative grins. Of course, above all else she found herself heavily attracted to ghost pokemon.
The ghost pokemon that inhabited Mt. Pyre were some of Phoebe's quickest and closest friends. With no children frequenting the island, and with her visits to nearby Lilycove often few and far between, her grandparents and the pokemon were her few companions. She would search for them and spend hours interacting with them. While she wasn't psychic, and certainly couldn't speak their language, Phoebe found she had an affinity for understanding them, and as a result always felt closer to them than the water pokemon that swam the borders of the island. By the time she reached her tenth birthday she could tell the difference between almost every individual pokemon on the island and had taken the liberty of naming many of them.
When her tenth birthday did finally come around, Phoebe was all too eager to leave. While she loved Mt. Pyre, and loved her grandparents as much as a child could, the allure of all the land she didn't know and all the pokemon she hadn't met was too much. Thinking experience off the island would do her good, her grandparents were sad to see her go but excited to hear what she learned. A feast and a pokemon from each of them saw her off, and off she went.
Phoebe's journey was long and took many turns. While she had been so enamored with the romantic idea of lands unseen and adventures around every corner, she found herself a bit too disorganized to properly traverse them. She spent nearly a year simply adventuring and testing waters before actually settling on any kind of idea. It seemed her ideas on pokemon didn't coincide very well with the contest crowd, and though she loved to do it adventuring eventually became tiring, but battling. Battling was a thrill.
Putting her pokemon up against challenges -- some hard and some negligible -- felt to Phoebe like the greatest exercise of trust. Perhaps most importantly, it was fun. Things were always changing, and it reminded her so much of what her grandparents had taught her. Losses, victories, growth, and setbacks all fit into a nice cycle in her mind. For a couple of years she threw herself at trainers.
From beginners to the elite, Phoebe climbed the ladder. Having decided early on to specialize, she gathered ghost types of all sorts. While this decision certainly brought its own host of challenges, she felt only more and more proud of herself and her pokemon every time they triumphed over a new trial. Eventually they were able to march their way to Ever Grande City, and while they couldn't get through the whole challenge Phoebe and her pokemon found themselves masters in their own right as Phoebe found a place as one of the Elite Four.
Still young, Phoebe learned a lot in her position. It seemed every day she grew a bit stronger as new trainers entered her room. Whether the trainers got past her or left with their pokemon clutched in their arms, Phoebe could feel the world's natural cycles giving her experience and knowledge to grow from. And while most of those cycles started and ended in Ever Grande City, her greatest challenge would come in her late teens with the rise of Team Magma and Team Aqua.
The threat they posed to the region agitated most all of the Elite Four, but Phoebe found herself removed. Like most things, she felt they were a natural rise that would reach a natural fall. She was never worried about them like the others. That was until they threatened her home. She felt an uncharacteristic surge of frustration and anger when she heard they'd dared to step foot on hallowed ground and forcefully steal the Red and Blue orbs. Still, even when spurred to move Phoebe was more or less rooted. The league wasn't sure how to respond, and kept its elites on short reigns. In the end children cleaned up the mess, with very little intervention from any of the agitated trainers in Ever Grande.
Grateful for what he'd done, Phoebe was absolutely ecstatic when the time came to battle the hero who had helped her grandparents and crushed the problem she'd watched unfold. His power was amazing, and while she would have liked to match him blow for blow it just wasn't possible. His expertise and strength he'd used to crush criminals and the pokemon they controlled did the same to her, and she found herself definitively defeated by the end of their cycle. She congratulated him without the slightest trace of envy or bitterness. It had easily been the most fun she'd had in years, and she was grateful for the experience. Still, it helped her spirits that he beat the champion not too long afterward.
For the next years Phoebe spent most of her time doing what she wanted. Challengers had been becoming a bit less common, and as a result the Elite Four had more time to themselves. For Phoebe this meant a lot of time on Mt. Pyre, especially with the way her grandparents were getting on in years. She heard news of the turmoil brewing worldwide and thought of it much how she had with the events in her own region not too long ago.
But, as time passed it was clear this storm wasn't going to end itself without some major conflict. Especially as Kalos erupted and collapsed on itself. Suddenly she was being called to action, and she found it ironic. When the region needed her she'd been held steady, told to wait, but now when the world wanted her gone she needed to step forward and fight. Still, she saw no point in fighting the order, and feeling it just another part of the cycle she listened to them. Fighting not so much for the league as much as for her friends within it and the faith she had in the growth this powerful cycle would bring.
Phoebe took up a post at Lilycove, and soon was spending a lot of time at Mt. Pyre digging graves and comforting those who came to visit them. She even found herself filling a few with her own pokemon, and with the pokemon of those she'd fought. It was different than usual, and she felt the hurt she'd seen so often. Still, she reminded herself that every tear she shed and every pain she felt was out of love, not sadness.
Keeping all this in mind she's moved forward, her heart ambitious and her eyes misty.
tl;dr Phoebe lost her mother at a very young age and went to live with her grandparents on Mt. Pyre. They taught her a very optimistic view of death, saying it was just the end to one of many natural cycles. This teaching from a young age kept her from ever viewing death as a negative thing, and she has always done her best to teach it to others. She became really close to the ghost pokemon on Mt. Pyre, and they inspired her to specialize in ghost pokemon when her time to adventure finally came. After battling many people and going through a lot of smaller struggles Phoebe makes it to the Elite Four. She's conflicted over the incidents with Team Aqua and Magma, and regrets being unable to help. More years go by and Kalos erupts. While she doesn't especially care for war or participating in it, she understands her job as an Elite Four member and joins for her friends and hoping that the league can improve itself through this "cycle" as she has throughout the cycles of her own life.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
 anubis . ♀ . pressure
|  zippie . ♀ . insomnia
|
 shiner . ♀ . keen eyes
|  wraith . Ø . wonderguard
|
 gong . ♂ . aftermath
|  atropos . ♀ . levitate
|
 chochin . ♂ . flame body
|  tide . ♀. water absorb
|
▶ WRITER INFORMATION.
▶ PLAYER:
dizzu
▶ EXPERIENCE:
see leaf
▶ CHARACTERS:
leaf cantrell
▶ FACE CLAIM:
PHOEBE from POKEMON
NETTE OF IS
