Post by MARGO FABRON on Nov 10, 2014 1:50:40 GMT
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▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
▶ margo fabron, kopec. margie, baby marge.
▶ NAME:
margo harriet fabron
▶ AGE:
nineteen
▶ GENDER:
female
▶ HOMETOWN:
KALOS, dendemille town
▶ AFFILIATION:
kopec
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
nurse - margo has been rooted in santalune for a fairly long time, caring for the people and pokemon that are carried off from battle. she does mostly first aid, but is capable in stitching and dressing wounds. when caring for people she doesn't care about the politics, she just wants as many patients walking away alive as possible.
pokemon breeder - though it may as well just be a hobby at this point, margo does do her best to keep participating in her old job. breeding and raising pokemon is a passion for her, and in this new world making life and nurturing it is a great escape from all the death she sees each day.
follower - while margo hates the war and what it's brought, she has no interest in actively supporting any one side. this includes kopec. regardless her ideology puts her more in their camp than anyone else's. still, she's willing to help pretty much any side if that means dragging bodies off the field still breathing.
pokemon breeder - though it may as well just be a hobby at this point, margo does do her best to keep participating in her old job. breeding and raising pokemon is a passion for her, and in this new world making life and nurturing it is a great escape from all the death she sees each day.
follower - while margo hates the war and what it's brought, she has no interest in actively supporting any one side. this includes kopec. regardless her ideology puts her more in their camp than anyone else's. still, she's willing to help pretty much any side if that means dragging bodies off the field still breathing.
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
✓ gentle, soft-spoken, maternal, straight-forward, responsive
✕ overbearing, idealistic, opinionated, emotional, clingy
✕ overbearing, idealistic, opinionated, emotional, clingy
▶ HISTORY:
Small and simple, that's how Margo has always liked to live. And really, looking at her roots it's no surprise. Born in quiet Dendemille to a humble breeder and her nomadic husband her life was never one prone to chaos. Her childhood was slow and calm. She learned to walk and talk at the average times, and got the love and affection one could expect from young parents in a comfortable position.
Margo learned a lot from her parents. Her mother had been born to a pair of pokemon breeders, and had realized why her parents loved the job almost instantly. Margo was no different, and quickly found a passion in caring for pokemon. At the same time Margo had her father's wanderlust. She wandered the town on her own frequently as a child, and was friendly with both the young and old throughout the sleepy town.
Many times the two interests mingled as she stopped to interact with birds perched in the trees or the pokemon around the windmill. She had a natural affection and curiosity for them, and it seemed she could inspire the same in them as she more than once came home with some happy wild pokemon in her arms. A quiet but very stubborn child, she was always adamant on keeping them, and a very emotional child she only let them go after crying for awhile. In fact, as a child she did a fair amount of crying, and it earned her nicknames she still hears from some Dendemille residents today. Most notably Baby Marge, which while playful and sometimes said with love can still earn a tantrum-like response to this day.
When she turned ten it was basically a given that Margo would want to go on a journey. Her father's spirit compelled her to get out there and start an adventure, and of course with her mother's heart she would need pokemon there with her. But, she didn't want to battle. Instead she just wanted to see more. To experience more pokemon. To learn to love more pokemon. It took a bit of convincing, but eventually her parents did give in. And, outfitted with three young pokemon courtesy of her mother's nursery she set out.
Margo's memories of her own pokemon journey are perhaps some of her favorite. So many sights and smells, so much love and interest, all kinds of stimuli everywhere. For those few years she was never in a rush. She went from place to place at a leisurely place, trying to make friends with pokemon and people that could last. She battled on occasion, but for the most part Margo just stuck to journeying and every once and awhile catching a pokemon. The experiences she had on the road shaped her in so many ways. There was no doubt in her mind towards the end that she had needed this. Had needed to become more independent. Tougher. And most importantly, closer with pokemon and her region. When she went home it was with a full party and a new sense of the world. Still, she found breeding a big part of her world, and decided to stick around Dendimelle and took to helping out with her mother's nursery and daycare.
It was a couple years after her return home that the trouble brewed with Team Flare. It had seemed to come out of nowhere, and Margo had found herself fiercely interested in it all. Still curious, remembering all the places she'd seen, Margo was absolutely enthralled with the news as it evolved. And, for the first time, she found herself thinking about the thing she'd disregarded for a long time. The League. Like many, she posed the question in her head many times while working. Why weren't they helping? She'd talked with both her mother and father many times. It made her uneasy, antsy. As things seemed to escalate she made the decision to take a leave from Dendemille. She told her mother that she needed to visit friends she'd made and make sure they were alright. Her mother had let her go without fuss, though her father became worried about the possibilities. Nonetheless, Margo was off.
Margo had been in Shalour City when Geosenge was attacked. The blast was brilliant and clear as day from the exit of the city. For a moment Margo could hardly believe it was intended to destroy anything. How could such beauty bring such destruction? But, it did. People died. Many people. And again Margo couldn't help but question the powers that be. When she rushed to Geosenge -- practically breaking the wheels on her skates -- and saw the destruction she was silenced. For the first time in a long while emotion gripped her too strongly to fight and she'd simply cried. How could this happen? Why did this happen? Knowing the team in charge had been taken care of by children not much younger than herself was horrible. The idea of someone her age in such danger was horrifying. The idea anyone would let them be was worse.
For awhile Margo just journeyed around again. She made a call home to tell her parents she'd be out of town for awhile, and then just went back to wandering. She needed to recenter herself after what she'd seen, and so she tried to do just that. But, this journey would be significantly shorter. Only three months. Then the attack on the league. And then hell.
Margo's journeying had left her restocking in Lumiose when the fighting started. Things had become chaos rather quickly, and Margo found herself right in the middle of it. There were few times when she'd been genuinely panicked, but that day was one of them. The way trainers of both sides had jumped up to follow up on Boure's declaration of war was astounding. Powerful moves shook the ground and the sounds of destruction instantly began to fill the air. The way both parties were so willing to just draw blood has stuck with her more than anything else.
The way the fighting focused on the north forced Margo in the opposite direction of home. She wound up in Santalune, a bit bruised after fleeing from the fighting but mostly fine. At first she'd meant to just make a stop in the quiet town. It was a nice place to catch her breath. But then the bodies started coming in. Men and women, boys and girls, hurt in some way or another. She was recruited to help by a family she'd met during her initial journey, and she was more than happy to help. Then before she knew it weeks were passing by.
It seemed people just kept coming, and Margo couldn't leave them. Margo watched the city transform into one giant hospital. She found a lot of the things you do to care for pokemon only needed to be adjusted slightly to care for people. It was a naturally kind of evolution, and she found herself picking up and refining skills quickly. At the same time she watched as the town divided itself, and quickly found herself frustrated by the way soldiers and civilians alike could argue about the politics of the war when people were bleeding and hurting.
As the fighting got more intense in Lumiose Margo became more worried about how many people were getting out. When night fell and the fighting died down a bit she and a few others began going out onto the battlefield and retrieving the wounded. What she was horrible. The fighting never stopped, and so there was always fresh blood and warm bodies everywhere. Getting people out proved itself dangerous as she and the rest of the rescue crew found themselves coming back with not only wounded, but wounds of their own.
Eventually Margo became impatient with the night runs. So many died before they set out, and while it was childish she viewed it as unfair. Soon she was part of groups that left a bit earlier. In the afternoon and in the morning. The fighting was so much worse, but sure enough they had more people getting out. Of course, they had more not coming back as well. Members of the groups died, and Margo herself lost several pokemon and friends.
On one of her expeditions Margo found a group of young pokemon. Several babies. It surprised her, but she picked them up without hesitation. It was a split second decision, and as if she was a child again she ran out of the town with the sick pokemon clasped to her chest. And, while they couldn't replace the numerous pokemon she lost, they filled her belt again and left her with a few wards to care for.
Now Margo goes out into Lumiose regularly. Sometimes flying above the buildings, other times skating quickly across the ground. She and other nurses some of the only "civilians" who still brave the war torn terrain. When not on these dangerous ventures she stays in the area around Santalune, spending most of her time raising her pokemon or treating the wounded. She finds the war despicable as she always has, but is more than happy to brave its dangers for either side if it means bringing someone out alive.
tl;dr Margo is a small town girl. She grew up simple, and lived a pretty average life up until the rise of Team Flare. After Boure's attack on the League in Kalos she found herself trapped in the fighting for a short time before getting down to Santalune. While she intended to leave for Dendemille, she found herself drawn in by the urge to help the wounded funneling into the town. Now, despite losing friends and pokemon to the endeavor, makes frequent runs in and out of the war torn part of Lumiose to bring back the wounded. When not treating them at Santalune, that is.
Margo learned a lot from her parents. Her mother had been born to a pair of pokemon breeders, and had realized why her parents loved the job almost instantly. Margo was no different, and quickly found a passion in caring for pokemon. At the same time Margo had her father's wanderlust. She wandered the town on her own frequently as a child, and was friendly with both the young and old throughout the sleepy town.
Many times the two interests mingled as she stopped to interact with birds perched in the trees or the pokemon around the windmill. She had a natural affection and curiosity for them, and it seemed she could inspire the same in them as she more than once came home with some happy wild pokemon in her arms. A quiet but very stubborn child, she was always adamant on keeping them, and a very emotional child she only let them go after crying for awhile. In fact, as a child she did a fair amount of crying, and it earned her nicknames she still hears from some Dendemille residents today. Most notably Baby Marge, which while playful and sometimes said with love can still earn a tantrum-like response to this day.
When she turned ten it was basically a given that Margo would want to go on a journey. Her father's spirit compelled her to get out there and start an adventure, and of course with her mother's heart she would need pokemon there with her. But, she didn't want to battle. Instead she just wanted to see more. To experience more pokemon. To learn to love more pokemon. It took a bit of convincing, but eventually her parents did give in. And, outfitted with three young pokemon courtesy of her mother's nursery she set out.
Margo's memories of her own pokemon journey are perhaps some of her favorite. So many sights and smells, so much love and interest, all kinds of stimuli everywhere. For those few years she was never in a rush. She went from place to place at a leisurely place, trying to make friends with pokemon and people that could last. She battled on occasion, but for the most part Margo just stuck to journeying and every once and awhile catching a pokemon. The experiences she had on the road shaped her in so many ways. There was no doubt in her mind towards the end that she had needed this. Had needed to become more independent. Tougher. And most importantly, closer with pokemon and her region. When she went home it was with a full party and a new sense of the world. Still, she found breeding a big part of her world, and decided to stick around Dendimelle and took to helping out with her mother's nursery and daycare.
It was a couple years after her return home that the trouble brewed with Team Flare. It had seemed to come out of nowhere, and Margo had found herself fiercely interested in it all. Still curious, remembering all the places she'd seen, Margo was absolutely enthralled with the news as it evolved. And, for the first time, she found herself thinking about the thing she'd disregarded for a long time. The League. Like many, she posed the question in her head many times while working. Why weren't they helping? She'd talked with both her mother and father many times. It made her uneasy, antsy. As things seemed to escalate she made the decision to take a leave from Dendemille. She told her mother that she needed to visit friends she'd made and make sure they were alright. Her mother had let her go without fuss, though her father became worried about the possibilities. Nonetheless, Margo was off.
Margo had been in Shalour City when Geosenge was attacked. The blast was brilliant and clear as day from the exit of the city. For a moment Margo could hardly believe it was intended to destroy anything. How could such beauty bring such destruction? But, it did. People died. Many people. And again Margo couldn't help but question the powers that be. When she rushed to Geosenge -- practically breaking the wheels on her skates -- and saw the destruction she was silenced. For the first time in a long while emotion gripped her too strongly to fight and she'd simply cried. How could this happen? Why did this happen? Knowing the team in charge had been taken care of by children not much younger than herself was horrible. The idea of someone her age in such danger was horrifying. The idea anyone would let them be was worse.
For awhile Margo just journeyed around again. She made a call home to tell her parents she'd be out of town for awhile, and then just went back to wandering. She needed to recenter herself after what she'd seen, and so she tried to do just that. But, this journey would be significantly shorter. Only three months. Then the attack on the league. And then hell.
Margo's journeying had left her restocking in Lumiose when the fighting started. Things had become chaos rather quickly, and Margo found herself right in the middle of it. There were few times when she'd been genuinely panicked, but that day was one of them. The way trainers of both sides had jumped up to follow up on Boure's declaration of war was astounding. Powerful moves shook the ground and the sounds of destruction instantly began to fill the air. The way both parties were so willing to just draw blood has stuck with her more than anything else.
The way the fighting focused on the north forced Margo in the opposite direction of home. She wound up in Santalune, a bit bruised after fleeing from the fighting but mostly fine. At first she'd meant to just make a stop in the quiet town. It was a nice place to catch her breath. But then the bodies started coming in. Men and women, boys and girls, hurt in some way or another. She was recruited to help by a family she'd met during her initial journey, and she was more than happy to help. Then before she knew it weeks were passing by.
It seemed people just kept coming, and Margo couldn't leave them. Margo watched the city transform into one giant hospital. She found a lot of the things you do to care for pokemon only needed to be adjusted slightly to care for people. It was a naturally kind of evolution, and she found herself picking up and refining skills quickly. At the same time she watched as the town divided itself, and quickly found herself frustrated by the way soldiers and civilians alike could argue about the politics of the war when people were bleeding and hurting.
As the fighting got more intense in Lumiose Margo became more worried about how many people were getting out. When night fell and the fighting died down a bit she and a few others began going out onto the battlefield and retrieving the wounded. What she was horrible. The fighting never stopped, and so there was always fresh blood and warm bodies everywhere. Getting people out proved itself dangerous as she and the rest of the rescue crew found themselves coming back with not only wounded, but wounds of their own.
Eventually Margo became impatient with the night runs. So many died before they set out, and while it was childish she viewed it as unfair. Soon she was part of groups that left a bit earlier. In the afternoon and in the morning. The fighting was so much worse, but sure enough they had more people getting out. Of course, they had more not coming back as well. Members of the groups died, and Margo herself lost several pokemon and friends.
On one of her expeditions Margo found a group of young pokemon. Several babies. It surprised her, but she picked them up without hesitation. It was a split second decision, and as if she was a child again she ran out of the town with the sick pokemon clasped to her chest. And, while they couldn't replace the numerous pokemon she lost, they filled her belt again and left her with a few wards to care for.
Now Margo goes out into Lumiose regularly. Sometimes flying above the buildings, other times skating quickly across the ground. She and other nurses some of the only "civilians" who still brave the war torn terrain. When not on these dangerous ventures she stays in the area around Santalune, spending most of her time raising her pokemon or treating the wounded. She finds the war despicable as she always has, but is more than happy to brave its dangers for either side if it means bringing someone out alive.
tl;dr Margo is a small town girl. She grew up simple, and lived a pretty average life up until the rise of Team Flare. After Boure's attack on the League in Kalos she found herself trapped in the fighting for a short time before getting down to Santalune. While she intended to leave for Dendemille, she found herself drawn in by the urge to help the wounded funneling into the town. Now, despite losing friends and pokemon to the endeavor, makes frequent runs in and out of the war torn part of Lumiose to bring back the wounded. When not treating them at Santalune, that is.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
 rose . ♀ . natural cure
|  gus . ♂ . magic guard
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 mama . ♀ . flame body
|  bubbles . ♀ . thick fat
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 prancer . ♂ . filter
|  clue . ♀ . hydration
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