A CLOSET FULL OF PLOT BUNNIES - dusty's wip apps

[dusty]

Opening file...

▶ BASIC INFORMATION.

▶ lyra, boure, ex-champion, breeder

▶ NAME:

lyra may kotone

▶ AGE:

twenty

▶ GENDER:

female

▶ HOMETOWN:

JOHTO, new bark town

▶ AFFILIATION:

boure - somewhat naive, lyra sees only the best of what boure claims to offer, and fervently believes in their cause (though this may or may not have something to do with gold's leanings).

▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:

pokemon breeder

▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.

▶ PERSONALITY:
| caring | loyal | honest | stubborn
     | energetic |free-spirited |

lyra is something of a go getter. a seemingly endless source of energy and cheer make her incredibly fun to be around, and often lead to those around her getting swept up in her wake (seriously, she makes terrible ideas sound really, really, really fun). bold in her statements and sentiments, lyra prefers plain things and language to "beating around the bush." lyra is also said to be rather...erm...liberal in her views on certain aspects of life. in short, lyra doesn't understand why people get so bent out of shape about sex  - they don't want to admit that they think about it, they don't want to talk about it, and they definitely don't want her talking about it. lyra just doesn't get it (it's just part of nature running it's course, after all). though, given the fact that she grew up in a household, where pokemon breeding was the name of the game, that isn't terribly surprising. mind you, she doesn't have to tease her friends about how uptight they are about the whole thing, but they make the best faces whenever she mentions it, so... 

light-hearted teasing aside, lyra loveloveloveloveloves her friends and is unfailingly loyal to them. be they human or pokemon, she cares about them deeply and tends to go out of her way to aid them in whatever way that she can, often at her own expense. 

not everything is sunshine and rainbows though. lyra happens to have one hell of a stubborn streak, and often has trouble admitting that she's wrong, even long after the fact. the way she reacts is sometimes reminiscent of a petulant child. combine that with the whole jumping to conclusions thing, and it's quite the potent combo. it's one of the many ways in which she still has some growing to do. she also has a nasty habit of keeping important things to herself, of bottling up her stress and negative emotions until she buckles under the weight of them. but, hey, everyone's got their flaws and foibles, right? 

▶ HISTORY:

despite what people might think, she's not a little girl anymore, and life now isn't half as simple as it was back then. back then she'd been young, and naive, and certain that she could take on any challenge. she'd grown up alongside gold, and believed that friendship was something that could withstand anything (alright, so that part hasn't changed all that much, even if they don't see each other half so often these days), but nowshe knows that nobody is invincible. it was easy enough to think that they were when they were kids - venturing out to collect badges, infiltrating and taking down team rocket (strangely enough, she kinda misses some of those guys), becoming champion (even if it was too much responsibility by half). those things had been not only reachable but important once, she hadn't been able to see past them, but once they'd been done, there was nothing left but reality, dull, and harsh, and unyielding. 

lyra traveled for a while, looking for something that would satisfy her, something new, something challenging, and then her grandmother died. she was out in vermillion at the time, not quite seriously hitting on the gym leader who was clearly too old for her. a heart attack,  the news struck her like a blow, though what it did to her grandfather was far worse.

lyra did her best to be there for him, she returned home, agreed to help around the daycare, started hitting the books (so to speak), she did everything she could, really, all the while bottling up her own pain in the interest of keeping things light, hoping that it might help in some way. it meant that sometimes, she got to see him smile, and that meant the world to her. but it wasn't enough. oh, it worked well enough, she could tell that the loss of her grandmother remained with him (that it always would), but soon he began to laugh again, to go out around town and interact with customers. things went back to normal, or as close to normal as they could be without the hum of a sewing machine, or the smell of freshly baked pies, and soft humming floating in through the window. lyra tended to whistle while she worked, but it wasn't quite the same. in the end, though, the smiles turned to grimaces - pain. she cold tell that he was in pain long before he admitted to it, and by then it was too late.

cancer, that's what the doctors called it. lyra told them that they were wrong. grandpa was too strong for that, to vibrant, but as the days passed she watched him fade, watched the smiles slip from his face, replaced by a potent mixture of frustration and agony, and realized that it wasn't going to pass.

lyra did what she could, ensured that he got the rest he needed, took over the daycare, basically put her life on hold. and so it remains. things have changed, of course, they always do. there's a war on, but she can't leave, can't help (even if she desperately believes in the boure cause), not yet...

she has 'conveniently' forgotten to mention her troubles to her friends, even gold doesn't know the whole of it. grandpa's sick she'd told him one day, but getting better every day. her voice hadn't even cracked when she'd said it. and the best part was that he'd believed her, that he hadn't pushed beyond the initial, cursory offer to help (which, of course, she hadn't accepted, and he'd just written off as her being her: classically independent and stubborn). 

▶ KNOWN POKEMON:

characters are allowed eight pokemon - six in their team, two in the pc - with four moves, one of which may be a tm/hm/tutor/egg move. three of the eight pokemon may be rares.

oreo. ♂. huge power. Play Rough Bubble Beam Aqua Ring Camouflage	heath. ♂. overgrow. Magical Leaf Aromatherapy Poison Powder Heal Pulse
ginger. ♀. static. Cotton Spore Zap Cannon Confuse Ray Dragon Pulse	kit-kat "kit".    ♀. cute charm. Wish Moonblast Swift Light Screen
gilliam. ♂. super luck. Metronome Aura Sphere Extremespeed Foresight	madelaine "maddie".       ♀. flash fire. Ally Switch Flare Blitz Bounce Agility
licorice. ♂. keen eye. Iron Tail Defense Curl Sucker Punch Follow Me	lottie. ♀. natural cure. Feather Dance Cotton Guard Sky Attack Mist

▶ WRITER INFORMATION.

▶ PLAYER:

dusty

▶ EXPERIENCE:

all of the years! (in actuality, around 10 or so)

▶ CHARACTERS:

nada

▶ FACE CLAIM:

LYRA from POKEMON

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[dusty]

Opening file...

▶ BASIC INFORMATION.

▶ julian harlowe, zemina.

▶ NAME:
remiel augustin blackleaf

▶ AGE:

twenty-five

▶ GENDER:

male

▶ HOMETOWN:

UNOVA, driftveil city

▶ AFFILIATION:

zemina

▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:

idol, spy

▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.

▶ PERSONALITY:
   |calculating|two-faced|charismatic| 

As it turns out, whoever said that beauty is only skin deep may have been right after all. Remiel may look like an angel, but his disposition is anything but angelic. The spoiled little rich boy who delighted in sailing lessons and learned about the rigors of business and image from his father has grown into a man possessed of the cruelty and indifference of the incredibly privileged. The war has yet to touch his father's empire or the Blackleaf family estate, and though he appears to have gone his own way, choosing the life of an idol to that of a shipping tycoon, he is still every bit his father's dutiful son, furthering the man's directives and interests in his own way. 

Remiel's public image, vibrant idol "Julian Harlowe," on the other hand, appears to be a man of warmth and great charity. The young star has been spotted helping out with humanitarian war efforts, holding benefit concerts to raise money for various charities, and speaking out for peace and harmony. Of course, those sorts of things are also great for sales (not to mention his public image). In short, Remiel knows exactly how to play his cards (and his part). Now if only it didn't take such great effort to hide the disdain that he feels for the sheep that call themselves his adoring fans. 

▶ HISTORY:

this should be pretty detailed and at least 150 words. provide a tl;dr version if it gets too long.

▶ KNOWN POKEMON:

name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move	name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move
name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move	name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move
name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move	name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move
name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move	name. ♂ or ♀. ability. move move move move

▶ WRITER INFORMATION.

▶ PLAYER:

dusty

▶ EXPERIENCE:

so many! >.<

▶ CHARACTERS:

lyra

▶ FACE CLAIM:

IKKI from AMNESIA

NETTE OF IS

[dusty]

Opening file...

▶ BASIC INFORMATION.

▶ mimette marie petro, kopec. Áine.

▶ NAME:

mimette marie petro

▶ AGE:

twenty-one

▶ GENDER:

female

▶ HOMETOWN:

REGION, and home town/city.

▶ AFFILIATION:

kopec

▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:

recently freed from an asylum that housed political prisoners that had been shut away by high ranking zemina officials, Áine holds no job and has no proper place of her own

▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.

▶ PERSONALITY:

the positives: caring, well-meaning, strong-willed, loyal, empathic

the negatives: difficult to understand, skittish, paranoid, socially inept, obsessive, flighty

other: child-like / enjoys the simple things in life, the proper things

Áine has her own moral code and set of ideals, her own view of how the world was meant to work and she adheres to it tirelessly, even when its slotted to cost her everything. unfortunately, the way her mind works is a mystery to most, and few are willing to take the time to learn the truth behind the story of the little mad girl and the world's colors.

▶ HISTORY:

Each color holds a secret. Áine knows them all, though some are harder to recall than others. Take white, for example.

White is the color of beginning, though really it's more clear and light than white, the color of birth, of a little girl coming into the world, and parents' joy. Very few things are true white, all bright and clearish and air light joy. It's too hard to hold onto to last long. She knows this. Though she's never experienced true white in her heart before, she knows this. 

Red is the color of complication, of ending, of a woman on bed and all of the over priced machines and scrambling people in untrue white coats that cannot save her. The woman on the bed holds many titles in this world until she leaves it - friend, lover, mother. After it, she gains one more - memory. Her child's name is Mimette, a new child with a heavy name.  

The child's name is Mimette, but not forever. A child born into and of true white, a child who can see the colors and the little wrongnesses and rights of the world cannot be called Mimette forever. Mimette is not a name that you keep. Mimette is a name that ways you down. Her father taught her this many years later, when she began to tell him of the rights and wrongs of the world and the color of peace - it is one of the many secrets that they share, a weight on both their hearts. There are other secrets too. Mimette knows them all, know their colors and the way they prickle against the mind and the skin, all raw and wrongness. 

Green is the color of her father's best kept secrets, the color of millions and a daughter locked away and maddened when she spoke of the right colors while he spoke them all wrong.

Green is the color she counts in the dark, in her mind's eye, in her heart of hearts. Green is the color of obsession and folly, of white walls and bitter medicines. Green is the color of loss and the most grievous of mistakes. No, not mistakes, mistakes lack purpose. Green is a color of purpose. Áine hates the color green, but not the green of the grass, natural and whimsical and right. That green she envies. It is the green that should be rather than the green that is. 

Áine has a true name, no not a true name, Áine is her true name, but she has a secret name, a name given to her much earlier than Áine. Mimette, a heavy name. Áine is a better name, a light name. Like Eamon, the name of her name giver, of the man who shared the space across the table from her and brought her stories and songs made of all the good and right and proper colors. They said he was a refugee, political stuff, that he didn't belong like she didn't belong. Only she did belong in that place, in that safe space, away from the all the wrongness outside. Eamon was born from and for the outside, she could sense it, the way she could sense the heaviness in her secret name, Áine was not. She went anyway. When the facility was breached, when the right people came pouring into the wrong place at the wrong time, and Eamon laughed, and took her hand, and promised her all the right colors and new stories and a life. She didn't understand, but there was rightness in his hand, and hers fit into it like an old book into its proper place on a shelf, and she went. She shouldn't have. She should have known better. 

On the outside, Eamon called her Áine still, but his friends called her Mimette. A heavy name, a wrong name. At first she shrunk from it, and then she ran. Now she is in need of her proper place, but a proper place on the outside is something that she fears may not exist and they are coming for her.

The outside world is all wrongness  - rage, and anger, and sorrow, and green. She can feel the skin crawl of her father's mark upon it, see his name in papers, his work on the streets in stomping boots and raised weapons, raised voices, raised flags. Áine hates the color green. 

▶ KNOWN POKEMON:

flit. ♂. gale wings. acrobatics quick attack tailwind steel wing	morse. ♂. super luck. detect wish quick attack razor wind	rowan. ♀. flame body. smog pain split inferno hex

▶ WRITER INFORMATION.

▶ PLAYER:

dusty

▶ EXPERIENCE:

FOREVAR!

▶ CHARACTERS:

lyra

▶ FACE CLAIM:

IA from VOCALOID

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