Post by Remedy on Mar 22, 2011 13:09:13 GMT -8
Gwendolyn 'Gwen' Irina Harper
Seventeen :: January 1st :: Female
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Description:
Gwen has a slightly curved, toned build to her body, and standing at five feet and six inches tall, is slightly taller than the average girl too. The time she spends outdoors has led to her skin being almost constantly tanned darker than it's natural shade. Her hair, a dark rust colour and naturally falling so that it just touches her shoulders; is often tied back into a messy ponytail, with a few tendrils falling loose and framing her face, along with her slightly-too-long fringe, which is swept to one side. Her eyes are hazel-coloured, and she often wears eyeshadow in a slightly darker colour than her skin.
Gwen's fashion choices are made based upon how practical the clothing is, and little more. Her usual outfit is a plain, navy t-shirt; a pair of black shorts; bright blue tights; dark grey boots that reach her mid-calf; a short-sleeved blue jacket; and her messenger-style bag. Around her wrists sit arm-warmers, and around her neck is a simple, yellow choker.
Personality:
Gwen is the strong, silent type, speaking only when she actually has to and avoiding any chances of 'small talk' she sees coming. She would rather rush in first, ask questions later, and then learn from her mistakes than wait around for decisions to be made for her. The teen is not one to goof off and mess around, and doesn't particularly like it when others are guilty of it either. If she has a problem with you, she'll likely just avoid you and avoid the confrontation. That said, if you really cross her, she will let you know. Violently.
Closest to her Shinx, Gwen doesn't usually trust that easily and can take a while to warm to new people- the exception to this rule being young kids, who she often has a soft spot for. She can have a sarcastic sense of humour, and makes a point of keeping herself distanced as a protective instinct.
History:
Most kids only move once or twice as they grow up. Gwen is not 'most kids'. A military brat, she moved with her mother and father every two or three years as the latter parent was relocated. They bought their only child a Pokemon to keep as a pet: a newly-born Shinx that one of her mother's friends had bred. This was their trade-off for the strain of the constant uprooting of the young girl's life.
When Gwen was fourteen and her parents divorced, she chose to live with her mother in Ghiaccio City without much trouble- her mother was not the parent that had caused all of their previous moves. Her parents were able to maintain on fairly reasonable terms, and her father visited them both when he was able to do so.
In the back of her mind, Gwen knew she wanted to venture out into the world with her Pokemon. It was the right path that was elusive, the teen unable to decide exactly what she intended to do with her life. An incident where her precious Shinx was lost in the snow, and she spending hours searching for the small Pokemon, would lead her to her ultimate choice as a Pokemon Ranger- she felt that, should someone else's Pokemon go missing, she would want to be able to help them, as well as keeping the peace around the Twilight region.
Type of Trainer: Pokemon Ranger.
Pokemon: (kindly allowed by les admins <3)
Mako || Female || Level 5
Tackle, Leer, Thunder Fang
Activity: Online most days, really. Will post whenever.
Roleplay Sample:Avery watched the other woman carefully. Sensing that she was safe enough, she relaxed a little and folded her arms across her chest, nodding. "Anomalies." she repeated, as if confirming it for herself. It was a new name for them to her, but they were obviously talking about the same thing here. This new name fitted well, though. An irregularity was most certainly what these things were.
She hadn't run out of questions yet. "What do you know about them?" the woman asked, narrowing her eyes. "You did something to it," Avery said accusingly, "back there." It was a statement, not a question, but she still tapped her foot as she waited for a response.
The hostility was not completely intentional, she herself knew, but she couldn't help be wary. This was the first time she'd come across anyone else who knew what the gateways were, let alone change them. Their origins were unknown and for all Avery knew, this woman and her friends were to blame, as unlikely as it may have seemed. The entire notion of the anomalies was an unlikely one, and she had come to accept it with relative ease.
Any information this choppy-haired woman had was valuable, though; and Avery accepted that if she wanted any answers, her usual action of running off was not going to help her cause.
