Post by revolutionist on Mar 31, 2009 13:26:25 GMT -5
>>>. the Full Name
Madeline Carson Bellnorth
>>>. the Nicknames
Dil ;; Pickles
[/color]>>>. the Career
Coordinator
[/center]>>>. the Partner
Kosher
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>>>. the Species
Female Centaur [the Girafarig morph]
>>>. the Birthdate
August 1978
>>>. the Age
Thirteen going on Thirty
the History
[/sup] .<<<[/right][/color]A ten to twenty-five percent chance, if statistics were truly so important to her existence, they’d retaliated to her parents after running the figures and filling out the squares. Ten to twenty-five… that the child might be an honest to goodness freak of nature. A Halfling, a monster, the misunderstood oddity.
Pokemorph.
The word was whispered like a curse among the nurses in the ward, and soon filtered around town like wild-fire, among gossipers and worried mothers harboring children of their own. The pregnant wife denied the possibility; her husband abhorred the idea when it was brought up, he’d been trying to keep his own Luxray partiality a secret for years. The tiny town of Cornnbusshell was set on tradition and sacredness, having little toleration for anything different or out-of-the-ordinary. A town stuck in a time long past.
Born in August within the year of 1995, under the light of a full moon, a newly born Madeline Carson Bellnorth trots upon the tile and grout of a hospital floor.
The mother is lost during the birth because of obvious and serious complications, and the father wants nothing to do with a child that will be shunned by the population and the surrounding towns. Nor with the young creature that will remind him of his dead wife the rest of his life.
The hospital was then charged with naming and sending the child off to… some or any intuition that would take her. The medical team was as shrewd and cruel as most of the town, settling on naming the Girafarig-morph Madeline Carson Bellnorth.
Madeline, of Magdala-a worshiper of Christ, for the town’s strict Christian religions; Carson, Carr's son-for the father whom wanted nothing to do with his daughter; and Bellnorth, for the Institution she would be sent to live her life in. Madeline would never reach her namesake, the carriage driver paid to transport the girl to Bellnorth thinking it his duty to rid the county of the Pokemorph menace.
Abandoned in the outskirts of a forested wood, the child would be forgotten, and thought dead by anyone who cared to remember. Over the years there would be a certain sighting among trainers whom traversed into the wood, nicknamed Erif Forest, tales of a mysterious creature among the wild Ponyta and Rapidash surfaced within pokecenters and pokemarts in the surrounding towns and cities. The top half said to be a little girl, maybe less than five, with the fierce and wild attitude of a ten-year old, bottom half a Girafarig body. She insulted any whom dared cross her path with mainly incorrect English, glowered and whinnied at them loudly, and chased the young trainers away from a small herd of Ponyta.
These stories went on for years, proving further that the life span of Girafarig must of progressed differently than those of humans, when a new story surfaced involving the morph-girl. Seemingly older in looks, annoyed with the Ponyta pursuers, a fearsome eight-year old with red spines and fiery-hair chased him along the banks of a stream running through the forest. Shouting about idiots trying to split her herd up.
Stories like these drew those in her country called The Hunters towards the forest, and soon these stories diminished. Madeline did not enjoy being sold from circus to circus, only to be stolen within a month or so to be resold. Being half-pokemon seemed to give money-hording monsters a reason to treat her like property.
Currently, she resides in the ‘Shiny Pichu’s Circus’, as a ‘Fabulous’ side-show. They head for the Enera Region, with legal paper work, to show off their oddities and run a great show for the people.
Pokemorph.
The word was whispered like a curse among the nurses in the ward, and soon filtered around town like wild-fire, among gossipers and worried mothers harboring children of their own. The pregnant wife denied the possibility; her husband abhorred the idea when it was brought up, he’d been trying to keep his own Luxray partiality a secret for years. The tiny town of Cornnbusshell was set on tradition and sacredness, having little toleration for anything different or out-of-the-ordinary. A town stuck in a time long past.
Born in August within the year of 1995, under the light of a full moon, a newly born Madeline Carson Bellnorth trots upon the tile and grout of a hospital floor.
The mother is lost during the birth because of obvious and serious complications, and the father wants nothing to do with a child that will be shunned by the population and the surrounding towns. Nor with the young creature that will remind him of his dead wife the rest of his life.
The hospital was then charged with naming and sending the child off to… some or any intuition that would take her. The medical team was as shrewd and cruel as most of the town, settling on naming the Girafarig-morph Madeline Carson Bellnorth.
Madeline, of Magdala-a worshiper of Christ, for the town’s strict Christian religions; Carson, Carr's son-for the father whom wanted nothing to do with his daughter; and Bellnorth, for the Institution she would be sent to live her life in. Madeline would never reach her namesake, the carriage driver paid to transport the girl to Bellnorth thinking it his duty to rid the county of the Pokemorph menace.
Abandoned in the outskirts of a forested wood, the child would be forgotten, and thought dead by anyone who cared to remember. Over the years there would be a certain sighting among trainers whom traversed into the wood, nicknamed Erif Forest, tales of a mysterious creature among the wild Ponyta and Rapidash surfaced within pokecenters and pokemarts in the surrounding towns and cities. The top half said to be a little girl, maybe less than five, with the fierce and wild attitude of a ten-year old, bottom half a Girafarig body. She insulted any whom dared cross her path with mainly incorrect English, glowered and whinnied at them loudly, and chased the young trainers away from a small herd of Ponyta.
These stories went on for years, proving further that the life span of Girafarig must of progressed differently than those of humans, when a new story surfaced involving the morph-girl. Seemingly older in looks, annoyed with the Ponyta pursuers, a fearsome eight-year old with red spines and fiery-hair chased him along the banks of a stream running through the forest. Shouting about idiots trying to split her herd up.
Stories like these drew those in her country called The Hunters towards the forest, and soon these stories diminished. Madeline did not enjoy being sold from circus to circus, only to be stolen within a month or so to be resold. Being half-pokemon seemed to give money-hording monsters a reason to treat her like property.
Currently, she resides in the ‘Shiny Pichu’s Circus’, as a ‘Fabulous’ side-show. They head for the Enera Region, with legal paper work, to show off their oddities and run a great show for the people.
the Appearance
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While Dil is obviously the persona, and has the actual mentality, of a thirteen year-old, she has been living for thirty-years.
Dil’s stature depends entirely upon whether she slouches or not, trying to hide obvious scars and quirks about herself. She stands at a nearly even five-feet, at 4’11. Being half-Girafarig, her bottom half is entirely hoofs, muscular legs, and fur every-which where. Many classify her as a Centaur, abandoning the term pokemorph in favor of such.
Dil is a red-head, short and spikey red-hair, which is hardly ever brushed. Red spines trail up from her lower back up to her near neck, pausing at the tip of the spine. She attempts to accessorize, bangles and bracelets on legs and her tail. There’s obviously no use for pants, she has practically no use for them. Over the years she's opted to wear head-bands in white and green, to keep her bangs out of her face when running.
Her shirts are shorter and wider than most, to atend to the fact she has less midrift and spines running down her back, even if they are tattered. She again, prefers colors of greens, yellows, white, and browns.
Dil’s stature depends entirely upon whether she slouches or not, trying to hide obvious scars and quirks about herself. She stands at a nearly even five-feet, at 4’11. Being half-Girafarig, her bottom half is entirely hoofs, muscular legs, and fur every-which where. Many classify her as a Centaur, abandoning the term pokemorph in favor of such.
Dil is a red-head, short and spikey red-hair, which is hardly ever brushed. Red spines trail up from her lower back up to her near neck, pausing at the tip of the spine. She attempts to accessorize, bangles and bracelets on legs and her tail. There’s obviously no use for pants, she has practically no use for them. Over the years she's opted to wear head-bands in white and green, to keep her bangs out of her face when running.
Her shirts are shorter and wider than most, to atend to the fact she has less midrift and spines running down her back, even if they are tattered. She again, prefers colors of greens, yellows, white, and browns.
the Persona
.<<<[/right]Shy .<<<
Being a pokemorph means ridicule from some, and severe speculation and observation by others. This leads Dil to be shy when meeting new faces or pokemon, hiding behind trees or her daemon with a whinny or a whine. Her years as a unwilling Circus show have also upped this shy, or fear of new people. She prefers to stick with the familiar.
Brash .<<<
Dil can be fierce when angered, making brash and hasty decisions. Not all of these choices turn out for the better, but Dil is usually too upset to notice her actions effect until later. She shares this trait with Kosher, a rare thing between the two.
Immature .<<<
She also somewhat immature when it comes to fights, throwing insults, rather dead-on mimicry, and annoying glares and raspberry throws of the tongue. Dil finds it easy to revert to child-syntax, emphasizing words while rolling her eyes. She’s mostly like this with people she cannot stand or doesn’t get along with.
Smart .<<<
While brash and immature at times, her Girafarig genes force her to show off knowledge mainly surrounding around battling and general breeder knowledge. She wants to get into coordinating, feeling it’s like a combination of her favorite knowledge.
>>>. the Daemon
Kosher is a Trickster, a near polar opposite from his lady. He takes the form of mainly green pokemon, and sometimes gets stuck as Dil’s tail. He doesn’t mind being the sharper backside of the girl at all, its easier to mess with her head and other people that way. While Dil is a untamed and-free formed idealist, Kosher is a bit on the milder-side, with his twisted ideas and personal agenda.
When ever he and Dil get meshed together, he dubs himself and Dil: Pickles.
He’s a sucker for cruel irony, as he shortened Dil’s real name for an nickname for his lady, as Dil picked out the name Kosher for him. He himself always refers to Dil, as ‘Milady’, unless he’s a Tyranitar.
… then he’s usually trying to smash someone for messing with his beloved centaur.
His eyes will always be blue, and he has a preference for shiny pokemon forms. Kosher will probably never settle-being a Pokemorph’s Daemon, and a very indecisive one at that.
I see youuu~
[/color]When ever he and Dil get meshed together, he dubs himself and Dil: Pickles.
He’s a sucker for cruel irony, as he shortened Dil’s real name for an nickname for his lady, as Dil picked out the name Kosher for him. He himself always refers to Dil, as ‘Milady’, unless he’s a Tyranitar.
… then he’s usually trying to smash someone for messing with his beloved centaur.
His eyes will always be blue, and he has a preference for shiny pokemon forms. Kosher will probably never settle-being a Pokemorph’s Daemon, and a very indecisive one at that.
I see youuu~
