Post by ♫ ~ Leap ~ ♫ on Dec 1, 2011 20:06:30 GMT -5
ASLANDER SAERAN FINN
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[/u][/size][/right]Let's Get It Started...NAME: Aslander Saeran Finn
NICKNAME(S): Azzy, Lander, et ceatera.
AGE: 16 years of age
GENDER: Male.
HOME TOWN: Urdang City.
SIDE: Good.
JOB: Rookie Trainer.
POKEMON TYPE(S) OF CHOICE: Anything cute.
THEME SONG(S): Main Theme, Battle Theme, Surfing Theme, Bike Theme, Ending Theme
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original.....In Here
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[/u][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]To Be Your Own Best Friend...APPERANCE:
[ Clothing Style ]
Upon escape from captivity from the wicked Team Kuro, Aslander was seen in some of the plainest clothes you'll ever see. A black tee-shirt. Brown colored pants. and worn down, ulgy colored tennis shoes. Well, on anyone else, this apparel would be dull and bland. However, when there's a big bushy tail wrapping itself around your legs and fur coming out the sides of your neck making a natural 'scarf', so to speak, it's not really all that boring, now is it? Though he still carries around those clothes, however, in order to conceil his not so human parts, he obviously had a bit of a change in his wardrobe. In large groups of 'normal' people, blue jeans are drapped over slender and long legs, with a pale gray tank top through over his upper half. A yellow and white, short sleeved 'jacket' is thrown over this tanktop and is usually only zipped halfway. A yellow hood sticking out from the back of the 'jacket' is used to conceil the fur around his neck, by the way he stuffs it back. Though it slightly hurts, he looks fairly normal. A yellow and white cap, matching the coloration of his jacket is used to cover up his brown ears, and, as for his tail... well, he hopes for the best by stuffing it in his jeans. As for formalwear... he has none. He usually tosses on the nicest tee-shirt and jeans he can find and calls it good.
[ Physical Stature ]
Aslander is what you would concider short. At a height of roughly 5'6", he's constantly being forced to jump up and down in a crowd just to get other people's attention. Well, it's better then being under five feet, he supposes. He was never one of the taller kids and, from what he can remember, he was often teased as a kid for being such a 'midget'. How sad. But, along wiht being short,Mr. Midget, Azzy is also very slender. With nothing but skin and bones, you can very easilycount all of the ribs on his chest if he ever has the courage to lift up is shirt for someone to google at. The bone on his wrist sticks out so much, you'd think that it hurt. His adam's apple sticks out in a similar way to his wrist bone, and his arms and legs would be more like twigs then branches. Muscles are practically non existant on this fragile boy's frame, as he's to lazy to ever really get any exercize done. Not that he'd have anything to gain by growing his muscles - not like there was a girl in his life he needed to impress. HINT, HINT, NUDGE NUDGE. But he does have a bit of strength in his legs due to a passion for running that he developed a while back. Seemed to be the only possible thing he could do in captivity. And, as for a metabolism, his must be off the charts. It's a mystery how he can stay so scaringly lean while stuffing himself like a pig. Every minute of every day.
As said previously, Aslander is skiny. REALLY skinny. So it's no wonder that he has fingers that are often compared ot the legs of a Spinarak. Long and lanky. Perfect for a pianist. Good thing, too, otherwise he wouldn't play half as well as he does. He actually takes pride in them, because they are a trait that sets him appart (other then his small size, but he hates that) that was not involoved with his transformation into a Gijinka. And they're not freakish, like the rest of his unique features. Jewelry is completely out of the question for this young man. Jewelry is for girls, geez. Stop tryin' to make him look more like a girl then he already does! However, a cheap watch he managed to snatch from an unsuspecting pedestrian, painted to look silver, can be found wrapped around his arm almost 24/7. He has no sense of time, however, because it's slow about a couple of hours - give or take a few minutes. With legs stronger then his arms, due to his passion for running, they have a bit of muscle, but not enough to get 'em noticed. Oh, well. And, as for his feet... Well, they're actually kind of big. Another nickname? Big foot.
Very simply, Aslander has a tan. Whether it be from the darker fur of an Eevee mixing with his melenin to create a darker tone of skin, or his love of the outdoors world causing him to tan, who knows. But, what we do know is that he is a tad bit darker skinned then normal. Not so much that he stands out a ton when placed beside a normal skinned fellow, but enough that it is the slightest bit noticable. If it is his Pokemon DNA mixing in, then it hardly has any effect at all on his skin. I can't exactly explain the young boy's accent, as I am not an expert on the wyas people talk, though I suppose you could say he has a mid-western kinda of accent (United States Mid-West). Though he's hit puberty, his voice really isn't all that low. In fact, while singing, you could consider him a higher tenor or lower alto. He does have a pretty singing voice, but because it's 'pretty', he hates singing in front of people. Guess you'll only ever hear him singing 'You Give Love a Bad Name' in the shower.
[ Hair and Eyes ]
Aslander was born with dark brown, chocolatey colored hair, the same color throughout. And he loved it to peices. He'd always worried the he'd be blonde, or something, and then get mad efun of with stupid blonde jokes. He never, ever wanted to dye it like the kids around him always said they wanted to when they grew older. His was perfect the way it was. And such a shame it was for him to see himself after a year conceiled in a liquid filled tube. His hands flew directly to, no, not his ears, no the fluff around his neck, and not the tail... but his perfect hair. It still maintained that beautiful chocolate color, but this time, only the outer half was this perfect color. The underside was that same, creamy, white chocolate color that matched the color of the fur around his neck and the tip of his tail. It was much more fluffy then before to, and soft to the touch. Though those were good, in a sense, he spent nights moping about how his perfect hair had been ruined. Though he was forced to keep it quite short at home, and even shorter in captivity, over his time of freedom, he's let it grow out a bit longer. It now flows to the bottom of his chin, with one thick strand of hair that never moves from the center of his face, no matter how much he tries to pull it aside. It's kinda messy, since, even though he combs all the knots out and shampoos it whenever he can, he doesn't take the best care of it. Going to all the work of spraying it down or straightening it would make him seem even more lok a girl. Oh, and did I mention? He's occationally mistook for a girl because of the way he's let his hair grow out.
Being as thin as he is, the bones along the majority of his body can be seen without to much effort, so his bone structure is defined clearly due to his lack of muscle and fat. Facial hair is a no-no, because, when he was a child, his brother tried to strangle him for shaving off the stupid beard that the older of the two had been trying to grow. It looked stuoid on the older boy, so why on Earth would it look good on him? Plus, that memory was a bit painful due to his disownment by his family, so it hurt to just think about spending time with his family. Aslander has two large eyes planted dead in the center of his face, and let me tell you, they are the color of the richest chocolate you'll ever find. Some people have even complemented them, claiming that they were jealous and wished they had eyes as clearly deined and pretty in color as his own. His eyelashes are thin and hardly defines - it's hard to tell they're even there. Score one for looking like a boy, score one hundred seventy-six for looking like a girl. He has thin, dark brown eyebrows, similar in color to the outer layers of his hair, only a tad bit darker in color. Dimples? No way. A cutsey smile? How can I say no? In fact, when this adorable little munchkin smiles, it can light up the whole town. Expecially one of his tiny, little smiles, breaking the adorable scale. Too bad most of his smiles are smirks or super cheesy. Discoloring in the skin is a huge no-no, as it hardly registers to him, though he's been prone to blushing a lot. Usually when embarrassed or nervous, but... Since he was forced to wear braces as a young boy (since he messed up his teeth majorly after falling out of a tree), Azzy grew into a habit of keeping his teeth in tip-top shape.His chompers fit the description of 'pearly whites' to a t. Who knew? And his lips...? Let's not go there.
[ Other ]
Eh. If he has freckles, ya' can't see 'em. Good night.
PERSONALITY:
Aslander is a bit hard to sum up in a few simple words. His personality is so much more that just lazy, aggressive, friendly, so one so forth. So many diffent traits can easily confuse the unweary. So keep in mind, dear friend that, while readin this, to closely pay attention to the various points. We're gonna have some conflicting feelings, ne?
[ Lazy ]
Have you ever met someone who sits on the couch all day, bored out of their mind, doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and flipping through the channels on television, hopeing for something good? I can't find a way to sum up Aslander in a nutshell then this. Azzy is one of the laziest people you'll ever meet. Ever. He will sit around, complaining about how bored he is, but how he's to lazy to get up and find something to do. Sometimes, he's stayed in one spot for hours because he's to lazy to pick himself up off the ground and go do something himself. For this reason, he often pushes off all his work as much as he can - his motto being "sleep now, work later" - which usually ends in a scolding. So, of course, he has to do his work. Or does he? If he ever actually has the willingness to go up and ask something, he usually begs other people to do his work for him while he sits around, eating and sleeping. All in a days work for our old friend. All in a days work.
[ Friendly ]
For someone who was captured, imprissioned, and disowned by his family, Aslander is surprisingly friendly. With a helping hand always reached up to help pick someone up off the ground, Azzy is one of the people who will stand by you to the end if you're kind to him in turn. With enough cheer to pick the unenthuised up off the ground, he can even make the pessimistic cheerful, even if only for a short while. But even that tiny ammount of time is enough to make the boy even more joyous then before. Ah, yes, he'll bounce of the walls for hours. People describe him as happy. Full of energy. A spaz is, very plainly what I would call him. But how does that work? Not long ago, didn't I say he was so lazy that sometimes he'll sit there for hours? Well, let's put this at a statistic. About 75% of the time, Azzy is as lazy, sleepy, and hungry as you can possibly get. However, that remaining 25% of the time, he's as hyperactive and crazy as someone with a servere case of ADHD. And maybe he has it - wouldn't be surprising. We may never know. But, all you have to do is, when you here someone cry 'SPAZZ ATTACK' when your around him, either run for the hills, or prepare for a very interesting time...
[ Aggressive ]
Oh, now what is this? Another thing to cancel out another point? You're probably starting to think he's bipolar, aren't you? Well, not exactly. You see, in order to keep precious experiments, such as himself, under their control, the members of Team Kuro often used methods of mind control to keep their creatures in line. Though these methods were usually uneffective on the young boy, lingering effects of these brain washing attempts have been etched into him mind. For that reason, he is a very, very aggressive fighter. Have you ever heard of the anime/manga Fruits Basket? Imagine Hatsuharu, with his two personalitys. The way he changes so instantly into his 'black form' can be used as an example of how suddenly and drastically this typically mellow boy changes at the suggestion of a Pokemon battle. In these battles (and training, of course), he is very brutal and will go to various extremes in order to come out on top. If he loses, he takes it out on his Pokemon before slowly calming down and returning to his ordinary self. In this battling state*, Aslander is very cocky, rude, and easily angered. If he says something hurtful in this state, don't take it to heart. It is simply the after effects of Team Kuro's attempts of turning him evil.
* At mentino of a Pokemon battle, he instantly snaps into this state. However, it can take him as long as two minutes to two days before returning to normal.
[ Trickster ]
Alright, in that seventy-five percent of the time when he is not bouncing off the walls, Aslander is pretty darn mellow. However, in that twenty-five percent of the time when he isn't sleeping like a bear, Azzy is the master of mischeif. Playing pranks of the unexpecting and cracking jokes that, half the time are only funny to himself. Taking advantage of the objects around him, the boy can set up a trap for another almost as well as anyone else you'll ever meet. Unfortunately, he's rarely ever there to see the after effects of his little pranks. After years of observation of his surroundings to play the perfect pranks on others, this also comes as a great advantage in battle. Being able to pin point places to fire off successful sneak attacks is able to help him against the tougher opponents.
[ Intellegent ]
Lazy, mellow, spaz-attack prone Aslander can probably come off as pretty stupid to you. And, almost ninety-five percent of the time, he is pretty darn stupid. Well, at least, he acts that way. But the rest of that last statistic is given to the percentage of time in which shows off how smart he really is. Azzy is smart. Very smart. So smart, he was able to act like Team Kuro's slave for four years and able to pull off a flawless escape that still leaves them scratching their heads as to how he could have gotten away. Smart enough to find his way back home and survive for months on end with only a bite and sip or two or food and drink, even after being gone for a very long time. How else would he pull off those complex pranks? He's actually quite strategic in battle, even when it appears that he's near his boiling point due to the taunting of the opponent. With words of wisdom that have formed in his mouth since a young age, it's hard ot believe such a hyperactive boy could be so smart. Expecially with such a short time of real education - half the time of those ten-year-olds planning on going on their own journeys as a child. Even in tough situations (and even with a head set ablaze by the cruelty of the words of another), he can keep his thoughts straight an come up with a way to get out of that rough situation. So flameo, hotman. Flameo.
LIKES:
- Napping.
- Running.
- Pinapple. >:I
- Playing the piano.
- Pokemon Battles.
DIS-LIKES:
- Captivity.
- Going hungry.
- Staying up all night.
- Rude people.
- Team Kuro, DUH.
FAMILY: Mother: Doreen Finn - Pokemon Coordinator
Father: Patrick Finn - Pokemon Breeder*
Sibling(s): Eileen Finn - Pokemon Coordinator; Kaitlyn Finn - Pokemon Coordinator*; Riley Finn - Pokemon Breeder*
*deceased
LEVEL: 6.
MOVES:
- Heabutt.
- Rest.
- Return.
....On The Outside Looking In
[/u][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]Leave Out All The Rest...HISTORY:
Aslander Finn was born normally, grew up normally, and had a nromal family. Being the youngest of four, he was often treated a bit better then the other siblings - getting rights to electronics and the other various spoils earlier then the rest of his siblings and starting chores at an older age then the other three children. He was always the baby of the family, though, to fragile and to much of a whimp to fight his own battles and relied heavily on the rest of his family. His older siblings were very, very protective over the weak child and whoever dared to taunt him usually got a fist in the face. As a child, he was always very lazy and had little energy to do anything. His hyperactive stage would come into play in the later stages of his life. For then, he was simply a pathetic, dependent, and helpless little boy.
And it was this helplessness that would be the end of his normal life.
[ Into the Darkness ]
Aslander had a sister, Kaitlyn. Similar to him the fact that she dependant and shy, the young girl did little to help out her btoher. It wasn't that she didn't want to. It was that she couldn't. One day, when Aslander was five years of age, Kaitlyn seven, his older brother Riley thirteen, and his oldest sister, Elieen, seventeen, a mysterious woman appeared. She claimed that she was a friend of the family's and wished to see the children's parents. All four siblings had been about in the feilds and, at the visitors request, the older of the two rushed off to retreive their parents. The two helpless children were left alone with the stranger. Acting friendly, the women invited the two into her truck, as she claimed to have a vast collection of Pokemon. Hoever, when the two, truely believing she was a firned of their guardians', entered the back of the truck, they were locked from the outside in. When the two older siblings and adults returned, all they saw was the faces of two terrified children in a van driving away at great speeds.
The two never returned home. Or, at least, not in the way they looked before.
[ World of Darkness ]
After days stuffed in a crowded trunk, the two terrified children were finally released and introduced to their new home. The woman, a girl by the name of Lorelei claimed that the two were very special and that they had a great destiny ahead of them. She claimed that if they did exactly as told, they would not be hurt and return home much more powerful then when they left. Though Kaitlyn was not convinced, Aslander was extatic and convinced his sister to except that they had a greater fate then their remaining siblings. Over then next three or so years, however, their life was a living torture cell. Various experiments were done on the two to discover which Pokemon's DNA would be absorbed into their veins. After those years of terror were concluded, Aslander began to grow very protective of his older sister. He claimed that he was do whatever they said without arguement as long as they left his siter alone. Though they were hesitant at first, the chances of the girl surviving th etransformation were somewhat slim reguardless. So, they agreed and let her remain human.
However, the tortures for Aslander were just beginning.
The next few parts were fuzzy in the eight-year-old's mind, but he could remembered them attempting to knock him out, then placing him a large tube filled with odd, green liquid...
[ Transformation to Darkness ]
Though most Gijinkas usually take only a year to develope, the scientests decided to take their experiments even further and kepts inside for an aditional year. Upon awaking, the boy's memory was quite blurry and, for a few days, he had difficulties doing even simple tasks. However, in a matter of days, he came to and was introduced to a newfound monster - himself. No long a normal boy, Aslander was now a hideous monster with the ears, tail, and fluff of an Eevee, and the remaining parts of his body that of a human. He refused to see Kaitlyn in fear of what she would think of him then from a couple of weeks. However, worry for her well being over the span of those two years worried him and he finally brought himself to visit her. However, before he got the chance, the brainwashing sessions began.
The members of what he found to be Team Kuro believed they had found a way to continue their experiments even further, making him into a Gijinka never discovered before. They thought they had found a way to evolve and unevolve at will. However, he began to rebel a bit against their orders and, therefor, they had to use methods of brainwashing to keep him in line. These sessions caused him to be much more violent, really, and nothing much else. The mellow, somewhat depressed boy began to have a short temper and a very, very nasty bite. After a few sessions, they realised that they were not making him anymore obediant, just much more aggressive. For a short amount of time, they suggesting threatening the well being of Kaitlyn. The new Gijinka, even though he had not seen his sister in, what to her was over two years, was furious when he heard this. But he refused to let them hurt her. The next time they had an unsuccessful session of mind control, he acted as though he were obidient - pretended to show some results.
And they left the girl alone.
Over the course of another year, these sessions were held to make sure he would stay obident to their cause over a matter of years. Unfortunately, the only thing they actually managed to accomplish was make him very, very, very irritable and violent - something that sticks with him to this day, in some cases. And for another two years, he did as he exactly as he was told to do by the members of Team Kuro. He held a deep grudge against them, expecially the woman, Lorelei, how had tricked him into beleiving this was a good thing. But the experiments to allow him to evolve at will failed, and they needed to test it out on someone else. But there was a shortage of kidnapped children. Therefor, all eyes had turned on one girl.
[ Escape from the Darkness ]
When news spread that another Gijinka had been completed (as work on Kaitlyn occured during his two years of obediance), the new teenager was very confused, as no new children had shown up. But when a name was given, everything was shattered. On that day, he swore he word kill those how had promised to not touch a hair on her sister's head and on those who transformed her into an Eevee Gijinka like himself. In the first time in five years, the two meet each other for one last time to so one thing, and one thing only.
Escape. It was easy, with the engraged Aslander's wits, to escape from the terrible clutches of the evil Team Kuro. But the aftermath was the worst part in those eight years away from home. Kaitlyn's cells had regected the Pokemon DNA and she was swiftly loosing strength. It wasn't long before she was to weak to go on. And in her dieing hours, Aslander held his older sister and sang to her (as she had always liked his singed) until she died. He buried her as best he could, swearing that he would never sing to anyone again, and formed a new cause. He was going to return home.
[ Lost in Darkness ]
Aslander spent another year in his life, struggling with starvation, dyheidration, and fatigue in a desperate attempt to return to the place that he was certain he would find love and comfort. Unfortunately, Gijinkas weren't common. They weren't rare, either. They were monsters in the eyes of the common folk. When he approached someone, pitiful from hunger, thirst, and exhaustion, they attacked imediately, treating him like a creature bent on attacking. Whenever he approached someone, they ran, terrified of such a monster. He managed to survive off rotten, thrown out food in people's garbages and nasty, deasese filled streams. He rested in hiding, for if he slept in the open, he would surely awake to find an angry crowd threatening to kill him if he didn't leave immediately.
And finally, after twelve months of torturous people, hurtful words, and a society that hated his very existance, he found the one place where he could find sactuary. And when he opened that door, he would see a shocked look on his fathers face. A double take from his brother. Tears form in the eyes of his sister. A tiny 'Is that really you...?' from his mother. And in a matter of moments, the shattered remains of the family would be sobbing into one another, each taking turns in embracing the boy who they had all assumed dead. And he'd have the terrible task of explaining how Kaitlyn had died in his arms, and how that terrible organization had killed her. And everyone would wonder where those ears and tail came from, but would forget it and go back to holding him tight and inviting him to eat and drink.
But that was not the family he came to.
When that door opened, a face so happy it sickened him faded into a look of utter disgust and horror at the sight of the young boy. His mother. She hadn't changed one bit in appearance. A voice from behind her called, 'What's wrong, Honey?' and soon, everyone came to see what had caused her so much distress.
"Monster!"
All the words that had been screamed over that year, all the attacks, the pain, the abandonment by the people he needed most... It all came back crashing down on him. The death of his sister. The experiments. The kidnapping. The happy faces of his unbroken family.
Everything was shattered.
And he ran, never to return.
[ Towards the Light ]
From that point onward, Aslander became very, very sensitive about showing off his Eevee part. He now has the sense to cover them up in public and does not speak of things related to his corent form often. He had never wanted to go back to his family since they disowned him. He holds a serious grudge agains Lorelei, the people who promised to keep Kaitlyn safe, and the people who experimented on the two children and wishes their blood on his hands. However, he is no longer as aggressive and has mantained his mellow personality for a very long time. After catching an Eevee, he has set off to persue a path that neither parent nor sibling followed - to simple on of a Pokemon trainer. He wishes ot beat the champion and prove to the people that attacked him in his search for home that Gijinkas are not evil or monsters, but the equivilant of a regular human being.....I Ain't The Sharpest Tool In The Shed.
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RP SAMPLE:
"Same as they all do," Vasilisa replied to her question after glaring daggers at Chelsea, "on year. You should know that, Lorelei." And the girl was right - she should have known that. But Lorelei was possibly one of the most active members of Team Kuro, taking numerous personal trips and touring the region as many times as she could. The team's headquarters was a dreary and dull place, and she wasn't a fan of many of the members that inhabited it. And, there was always that... mission she had yet to complete... A simple shrug was what she received as a reply. "No one bothers to tell me anything of the sort, nowadays, it seems..."
Before the older of the three could say anymore, she felt Chelsea's glare burning into the back of her skull. Turning to face the third person in the room, she listened as the girl began to lash out at her. "Oh, really? Have you talked to Ny lately?" The older of the two admins replied quietly, "As a matter of fact, I have not. My apologizes for not having the favor of our master." But the girl was carrying on. "And, for your information, your not higher than me; we're the same, so you can't order me around. Why you were ever picked to be an admin, I'll never know." This sparked a bit of fire in the young woman's heart, and the blank expression on her face twisted into a bitter glare. The worst of the worst. If anyone could give a stare as cold as ice, it'd be her, all the way...
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe my responcibily? My skill as a trainer? My father holding the same position as myself? Or, maybe, my high intelegence. Almost all of which, I think you might want to know, you seem to be lacking at the moment." But, to the distaste of the bruenet, she continued to talk, whispering something inaudible to their aquaintence. "Thanks for nothing. Ny scent me here to tell her that to make her work harder and you just ruined everything, idiot." With plainly fake joy, she said, "Your welcome, moron. And how can you refer to the master by her first name? So rude, you young 'uns are..."
Lorelei's scowl carried on as Chelsea turned her attention Vasilisa and tried to carry on with her act. Icy blue eyes were rolled at the girl's world. So pathetic, she was in the older female's eyes. To block out the sound of the other's 'annoying' voice, she effectively tuned out the two's conversation and lost herself in her own thoughts. So she had an egg that would hatch into a Teddiursa. It would required an immense ammount of training to evolve, and her other two Pokemon were, sadly, underleveled. She remembered a time when her father attempted to teach her how to train Pokemon. He'd let her borrow his for a week, and, by the time those seven days were over, the party was exhausted, thankful to be with their real trainer, and afraid of the young girl's training style.
A tiny laugh escaped her lips as she remembered how she'd worked them to the bone.
She'd never treated her own Pokemon in such a manner, much to her displeasure...
"As for you, you might want to go talk to Ny..." Chelsea's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and earned the girl a sharp glare. "Ah, so the woman with a bit of reason can't order the girl with little to no whit around, but the girl can order around the woman? What is this world coming to...?" But, whatever she'd spit back in reply would be ignored. It was what the girl fusing Pokemon DNA with that of a human's words that mattered to her. "If I try to speed their transformation up it could go wrong. They could die. And than where would my brother be? I know you already tested him to find out what pokemon would match him. But as long as I'm alive you won't touch a hair on him." "Oh?" she questioned. "Say we do threaten to change him into a Poke'morph? What do you plan to do then? Here, there's nothing you can do to stop us..." But there was a flash of sympathy in her cold, blue eyes.
She would die to prevent any such thing happening to Frieda, had she still been alive.
Suddenly, a flash of blonde hair caught the corner of the secondary admin's eye and she, once again, whipped around to see who it was. In one swift movement, Lorelei was bending at her wait, one hand over the other in a bow of respect - one only someone of this person's rank would ever receive. "Master," she began, preparing to explain the situation at hand, "I-" But the low, angry tone of voice that interupted her made her visibly flinch.
"Both of you have disgraced yourselves today, squabbling like children." The dark haired woman bit back the reply of 'You do know that I am older then you are, right?', but managed to glare at her equal from the corner of her eye. "Lorelei," Ny continued, "Chelsea was here with reason, and she is your equal. You will respect that. "Yes, Master. I apologize for my fruitless behavior. But, if I were to tell you it won't happen again, I'm afraid I would be lying..." Something about this Chelsea girl set her off. But the head admin was not finished speaking. "As for you, Chelsea, you will treat Lorelei as your equal and not speak of confidential things not meant to be revealed."
Had it been anyone in her positions, they'd have jumped with joy on the inside at their new found enemy's scolding.
But Lorelei was more mature then that.
"Master, I ask for your forgiveness. I was not informed of many things, as I - sadly - missed the previous meeting. If it is not a burden, I wish to ask you if you may catch me up with the affairs of our organization at this point of time. I do not want to be left in the dark and misinformed in the future." As she passed Chelsea on her way to get closer to the leader of Team Kuro, she hissed in an almos tinaudible tone that she was fairly certain only the girl would be able to hear, "Don't poke the Dragonite, because the Dragonite will poke back..."
Lorelei had a tounge as sharp as the blade on a Scyther's forearm, and she wasn't afraid to use it. Expecially on someone who pushed her buttons the way this arrogant girl did...
Sayin' Ayo, Gotta Let Go.
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[/size]Hands Held High Into A Sky So Blue...NICKNAME: Leap.
AGE: 13.
GENDER: Female.
ROLE-PLAYING CLASS: Advanced.
FOUNDATION: Affie on TSN.
....Ocean Opens Up To Swallow You
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