Post by angeliaxelliot on May 3, 2009 7:31:31 GMT -5
Name: Pika
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Species: Human/Mage
Status: Single
Personality: A pure fun-loving character. She always has a carefree smile on her face, and immensely hyper. However, she gets shy and bubbly around boys. On the other hand, despite looking dumb, she's actually very smart. She's also very stubborn.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: She can generate pokemon form her gloves. Though she often commands them, and trains with them, she can only run fast with a few electrical moves. Her favorites are electric kick and electric punch, but she can also make orbs of electricity.
History: Since the accident, Pika lost all her memory of the past. However, after the accident, Pika has been training with pokemon that she makes with her gloves. She's taken care of by many scientists, if asked who her parents are, she'll respond with 'Weeelll....There's Kevin, Mary, Hina, Colten, John, Shelby, (etc),' so I advise no one asked about her parents unless they seriously want a list of, like, 50 people.
Other: ........Vote Pika for President. She'll make life fun by blowing things up at world meetings....
Likes:
-Peaches
-Pokemon
-Friends
-Food
Dislikes:
-Birds
-Boys teasing her
-Her friends getting hurt
Theme Song:
Roleplay Sample: Pika stared at the tube with empty eyes. Slowly, she walked towards, reaching out her chubby little hands to touch the glass. Looking inside, she gazed at the failed experiment, seeing how lucky she was, but what a terrible example she set. The scientists had tried it again, only the accident had lived. Her, the accident, the one who somehow got mixed up in a experiment to bring up POKEMON, not mixed humans and pokemon.
At first glance, most would find it wonderful, but, watching the boy float in dirty water forced her to think other wise. The boy, not even 5, had his head slit. His body was preserved, but not alive. His pale skin...his sky blue eyes stuck with the same expression as when they had cut him open...alive. Terrible, just terrible. Pika felt fear in her chest, but she was too weak to handle such emotions. She was only turned into a pikachu mutant human a few weeks ago, and her body was much, much too weak to handle anything at all.
She fell to her knees, tears silently dropping as she tried to grip the wall of glass. Desperately, she wanted to break the glass and tell the boy he was alright. Desperately, she wanted to push all her emotions in a box for when she actually felt like it. Desperately, she just wanted to back in time, whatever she was doing before the accident. And, desperately, she wanted to fell the point of the glass against her face, against her arm, against her chest. The scientists would have any of her crying, baby talking her into her room, they locked her in the empty cell...The prison.
Without any words, none at all, she stood from her cold bed. She decided how to keep herself from falling. Taking her hands to her head, sparks flew everywhere. She quickly stopped, barely even noticing it. Her brain was numb, everything was. But....she stood with a carefree smile, as if forgetting all about the experiments, the horror, and her fears. THAT was her way of keeping herself going.
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Species: Human/Mage
Status: Single
Personality: A pure fun-loving character. She always has a carefree smile on her face, and immensely hyper. However, she gets shy and bubbly around boys. On the other hand, despite looking dumb, she's actually very smart. She's also very stubborn.
Abilities/Skills/Weapons: She can generate pokemon form her gloves. Though she often commands them, and trains with them, she can only run fast with a few electrical moves. Her favorites are electric kick and electric punch, but she can also make orbs of electricity.
History: Since the accident, Pika lost all her memory of the past. However, after the accident, Pika has been training with pokemon that she makes with her gloves. She's taken care of by many scientists, if asked who her parents are, she'll respond with 'Weeelll....There's Kevin, Mary, Hina, Colten, John, Shelby, (etc),' so I advise no one asked about her parents unless they seriously want a list of, like, 50 people.
Other: ........Vote Pika for President. She'll make life fun by blowing things up at world meetings....
Likes:
-Peaches
-Pokemon
-Friends
-Food
Dislikes:
-Birds
-Boys teasing her
-Her friends getting hurt
Theme Song:
Roleplay Sample: Pika stared at the tube with empty eyes. Slowly, she walked towards, reaching out her chubby little hands to touch the glass. Looking inside, she gazed at the failed experiment, seeing how lucky she was, but what a terrible example she set. The scientists had tried it again, only the accident had lived. Her, the accident, the one who somehow got mixed up in a experiment to bring up POKEMON, not mixed humans and pokemon.
At first glance, most would find it wonderful, but, watching the boy float in dirty water forced her to think other wise. The boy, not even 5, had his head slit. His body was preserved, but not alive. His pale skin...his sky blue eyes stuck with the same expression as when they had cut him open...alive. Terrible, just terrible. Pika felt fear in her chest, but she was too weak to handle such emotions. She was only turned into a pikachu mutant human a few weeks ago, and her body was much, much too weak to handle anything at all.
She fell to her knees, tears silently dropping as she tried to grip the wall of glass. Desperately, she wanted to break the glass and tell the boy he was alright. Desperately, she wanted to push all her emotions in a box for when she actually felt like it. Desperately, she just wanted to back in time, whatever she was doing before the accident. And, desperately, she wanted to fell the point of the glass against her face, against her arm, against her chest. The scientists would have any of her crying, baby talking her into her room, they locked her in the empty cell...The prison.
Without any words, none at all, she stood from her cold bed. She decided how to keep herself from falling. Taking her hands to her head, sparks flew everywhere. She quickly stopped, barely even noticing it. Her brain was numb, everything was. But....she stood with a carefree smile, as if forgetting all about the experiments, the horror, and her fears. THAT was her way of keeping herself going.
