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elcome Adventurer to EPOCH! A Pokemon Sandbox Rp set in the original region of Nue. Everything you need to know will be in the Guidebook and PokeDex 101!
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Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
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Another pat. Another pat on her head just when she thought there would be no more surprises, oh my god. White noise filled the blue-haired girl's mind. Made her thought process blurry, rough, confusing. It didn't stop until her eyes got sense of what he was doing with her hair—removing black feathers, remnant of one of the devil's birds. Her alarmed expression softened at this realisation, and she was finally able to listen to the man's words without any unwanted distractions. "I am indeed not used to addressing others by first name. I suppose I am more uptight, in that sense." Erin had always seen addressing others formally as a sign of respect, but the way Kouji talked about formalities made it seem like it wasn't the same for him. Odd.
The silver-haired man talked about electricity and a firm grip on the birds. Mostly electricity. Electricity, eh? The imagery of a scorched bird passed through the girl's mind. "So flying types are weak to electricity..." she muttered, more to herself than to Kouji. Erin supposed she would have remembered all of this had she paid any attention to Pokémon-related classes back in school. Did she regret it? Not really. Wait. Take out one at a time? She wanted none at a time. "Of course she will be the one to care for them," she declared, rather coldly.
Something else had been rounding Erin's head for quite a few minutes, though. It was the way he had mentioned, although briefly, his family. For eighteen-year-old Erin, who felt closest to her own nuclear family, in lieu of trying to build relationships with outsiders, the possibility that this person did not get along as well with his family was simply befuddling. She was aware that the question may be a little intrusive—Erin herself wouldn't reply had she been the one the question was directed at—but she often stopped at nothing to satiate her inquisitiveness. Besides, didn't normal people usually do this when conversing? Talk about themselves and ask about the other? "Are you not in good terms with your family, K-Kouji?"
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Evangeline Gaubert
Madeline Eve Angeline Gaubert
Model, Coordinator
full name
occupation
Nineteen (09/28)
Bisexual
Dendemille Town
age
sexuality
hometown
Appearance
A rounded, heart-shaped face with clear, lavender eyes and arched eyebrows gives Evangeline an alluring beauty that her mascara and dark eyeliner only accentuate. At 5’8’’, she is barely as tall as the shortest models one could find in the business, and weights at least twenty pounds more than what would be considered ideal for a model. To compensate what she lacks in height and exceeds in weight, she uses her outstanding good looks and charm. She is beautiful, very aware of her natural gift, and unafraid to use it to her advantage.
Leather over black lace and tightly fitting tops, complete with studded gloves and stiletto boots, compose Evangeline's standard, everyday outfit. While variations are more than frequent, as she has quite the passion for fashion and dressing up, she would never be seen without a piece of black clothing on her person, and is in fact prone to dressing wholly in black.
Personality
Proactive and full of energy, Evangeline is always working on something or other, be it an audition for a spot in a commercial, a new photography session, or even just a part-time job at one of the many renowned Kalosian cafés. She knows what it is like to have barely any money to eat, to spend days on end not knowing what will follow after the cropping season, and she knows she has to work hard to avoid having to go through that again. Her time at her aunt's farm has given her the physical strength to accomplish anything she aims to do; and all the incidents they've gone through, the emotional strength, the willpower, to never give up.
Work, however, isn't all there is to Evangeline Gaubert. She is a fun-loving person. As such, she strives to live life to the fullest and without regrets. She likes partying, likes drinking and dancing and flirting, regardless of the gender of her target. More than anything, though, she likes making people happy. Flirting is but one of her favourite methods to achieve this. Making others feel important, feel loved and unique, and furthermore genuinely believing they are all of these qualities, may be a difficult task, but Evangeline could nevertheless manage to do it, given the chance.
Evangeline is a nice—a lovely person to hang out with when in a good mood, yet she is far from perfect. She carries herself with confidence, sometimes arrogance, but perhaps shamelessness would be a better word to describe her. She cares little about the stereotype of a 'proper lady' that society has imposed on little girls, sometimes going as far as spitting in the face of machists—sometimes extremist feminists, as well—that have annoyed her, disregarding the impact such actions would cause on her image as a rising model. She cares little about any and all stereotypes, actually. Quite the liberal, she believes in and defends human rights and equality.
Even if her quick temper oftentimes puts her in troublesome situations, Evangeline trusts and loves easily and well. She can be sweet, caring, loving; or acid, hurtful, vindictive. Once her trust is betrayed, she will be painfully unforgiving, and may go to great lengths to ensure you enjoy a round trip through hell on Earth, before landing in hell itself.
Evangeline, even as a child, never fit the calm atmosphere and lifestyle of the suburbs. Her taste in both fashion and cuisine would always require a little, special something that the rural Dendemille Town could not offer her. She couldn't have possibly asked for more than she got when she finally left for a more exciting life in the busy Lumiose City. Now far from the boring lifestyle of a country girl, she is truly blooming. After deciding, on a whim rather than as a serious life motivation, she wanted to become a model, she has been working on and off in the modeling business, depending on her results in the various auditions she usually undertakes. Recently, she has begun to take interest in the workings of Pokémon Contests, previously little known in Kalos.
History
The birth of Madeline Eve Angeline marked the first of a series of catastrophic events that would befall the Gaubert family, starting with the newborn's mother's death on an autumn evening, nineteen years ago. The late Mrs. Gaubert left her first and only daughter, a child of beautiful lavender eyes and hair, under the care of her heartbroken husband.
During the two years that followed, Gerard Gaubert juggled bringing up his little daughter as best as he could manage as a single parent, and subjecting himself to arduous additional shifts at work, in an attempt to forget the ever-present hurt that the loss of his beloved left him with. Overwork, eventually, reunited the couple mere weeks before Madeline's second birthday, making her an orphan by the time she turned two. That year, funeral candles were lit, instead of their colourful, lively counterpart.
It must be taken into consideration that, even as a widowed father, Mr. Gaubert was never completely alone in bringing up baby Madeline. Uncles and aunts, cousins and grandparents and in-laws; all were more than happy to help relatives in need, especially after being struck by disaster after disaster. With reason, too. Going through the loss of more family members than can be counted on both hands and financial trouble with the upkeep of the family business, a drought that destroyed crops and threatened to leave half of them in bankrupcy, together, would strenghten the bonds of even strangers.
After her father's passing, Madeline came to grow in the midst of her aunt's warm, overcrowded house. Helping out at the farm, and playing and arguing with numerous cousins became routine for her. As much as she loved her family, however, life in the countryside was not one she fancied. She craved the fun, the adrenaline and busy lifestyle of the city. When the opportunity for her to abandon routine came up, she packed her belongings and left what served as her home for the past fifteen years in a heartbeat. She took up the stage name Evangeline, a compound of her middle and third names, and set off to find a spot of her own in the modeling business.
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Unnur Liefsdóttir
Unnur Arey Liefsdóttir
Brat Wanderer, Trainer
full name
occupation
Thirteen (06/06)
Demisexual
Anatase Town
age
sexuality
hometown
Appearance
With eyes the colour of a lively, thriving, tropical sea, and long strands of hair as clear and beautiful as her pale blue irises, Unnur looks the very image of a small and delicate porcelain doll. If anything, she is that one kid that stands out no matter where she goes, just because of her petite, consipicuous complexion, and hates every minute of it. Due to her remarkably fast metabolism, Unnur is thin and very light, even for a child her age, as well as incredibly high-maintenance. She could eat entire buffets on her own, and burn calories just as fast. People in the know can testify that, despite her light body build, Unnur can indeed kick. And bite. And maybe even stab in the eye with a sharp pencil.
A large Lichtenberg figure mars her pale skin, starting at the back of her neck, minutely hugging her left shoulder, and circling down its respective upper arm. Because of this rather unnatural marking, she prefers to avoid sleeveless garments. Not that the merciless weather up in the snowy mountains she was raised in left place for anything but cashmere and fur-lines clothes, at any rate.
Personality
Upon a first encounter, Unnur may come off as a cool, reserved beauty. A china doll, if you will. Her porcelain skin and clear factions do nothing to diminish this statement. But anybody brave enough to approach her will soon realise that her small, innocent frame is nothing more than the sheep's skin disguising a hungry, bloodthirsty wolf. Despite her innocent, deceitfully harmless appearance, Unnur is in truth extremely hostile towards strangers, well-intentioned or not, and extremely good at getting rid of them. She has found that a nicely-executed hiss and baring of her teeth tend to do the trick, should the violent antics of her Shellder fail.
She's hostile towards strangers. Extremely so. Only the exceptional acquaintance may find it just slightly easier to interact with her, and even that proves to be quite the achievement. This is not to say there is nobody she holds dear, of course. As any other child, she was born from a mother's womb. She was raised by the same caring parent for years, in the cosy hearth of a pretty little cottage all the way up on the top of a snow-capped mountain. Crudely, clumsily, perhaps, but lovingly all the same. Unnur does know love. She loves her late mother, food, her Pokémon on ocassion. She is definitely not stranged from the concept of love, regardless of how she chooses to show herself to the outside eye.
Distant and unnervingly calculating for her age. Such would be a second impression of the blue-haired child. Unnur isn't a girl of many words, as paradoxical as it sounds, given her outstanding talent for music. If asked about this topic in particular, she would most likely not answer verbally, instead considering it an implicit fact that she prefers letting her songs and actions speak for herself.
Unnur values strength and wit, loyalty and independence. Above all, she values the ability to keep one's mouth shut when needed. As a result, getting on her good graces happens to be a lot less difficult than forcing her to open up, even if this doesn't necessarily correlate with a friendlier disposition. She's not an affectionate child by nature—to be more precise, she is not an affectionate child at all. It is only with the select few she does trust, does admire and hold in esteem, that Unnur can show herself as the child she truly is and so desperately needs to act like. Immature, playful, spoilt; a girl who can laugh and have fun and commit childish mistakes.
Anatase had always been a town in name only, and that was precisely how Unnur's mother liked it. Separated from all other urban settlements by thousands of kilometres all around, and meticulously guarded from outsiders by a relentless snowstorm throughout most of the year, the different, individual houses that made up Anatase Town rose on top of one the highest peaks in Orre's western mountain range. Anatase was a place shrouded in cold and solitude. Most residents almost never left their houses, lest they be caught in the adverse weather conditions, and so she wouldn't need to worry about unexpected visitors, or unwanted attention. Truth be told, in such circumstances, all visitors were unexpected visitors.
There were also those who quite readily ventured into the snow; those who revelled in the adrenaline of treading snowy paths under danger of hail and raging storms. Unnur's maternal grandfather, among them. Lief, Unnur's mother, couldn't have been more than sixteen years old when she saw her father step out of the house's threshold for the last time. They waited, the both of them. They waited hours, days, even weeks. He never came back, not even after her seventeenth birthday, which would leave the then young teenager to spend the rest of her days with the uncertainty of not knowing whether her father had died, or abandoned them. Something deep inside her heart would be stirred once a full moon had passed, and she would never again see the world as she once used to.
Lief not only lost a father that winter, but also a mother, product of desperation and, perhaps, denial. After tucking her in bed and kissing her goodnight, her mother left the house in search of her husband. She would be found the day after buried underneath a pile of fresh snow, the brightness of her wedding ring and the cold, dead grip of her hand the only hint of a body laying under.
Anatase's townsfolk isn't of the gossiping kind, for they all know that peculiar backgrounds envelope all who live in town, and are more than happy to stay out of a family's private business, so long as they, too, are left alone. Or so it used to be. Nobody's quite sure of what happened next, nor, to be fair, quite interested in the events that followed the death of the couple. All that is known is that the teenage Lief disappeared one of the days after, and wasn't seen again until almost a year had passed, carrying a small child in her arms.
She had never dealt with children before, never learnt how to take care of them from her mother, never had siblings or little cousins to practice with, never been coached on the matter of parenting. Unnur had not so much chosen the life of—for lack of a better word—a hermit, but rather been thrust into it, raised into it, grown accustomed to it. As much as Lief loved her darling child, and as much as she wanted to protect her from all existing evils, and evils yet to exist, the scar that the loss of her parents left in her was too deep, too rooted inside her being, for her to be able to raise Unnur as a normal child. She was scared. Scared of losing yet another dear one to the grip of death. And so, unwilling to let anybody else in, she dedicated her life to doting her only child, showering her in gifts and kisses and love, yet failing to educate her on interpersonal relationships, and all matters that stemmed from them.
Unnur's hostility, as well as her general attitude in the company of strangers, was picked up by way of vicar learning, and heightened with reinforcements from her mother's part. As times changed, however, the townspeople became increasingly open, friendly, modern, and the two women whose house had yet to be incorporated into the blueprints of Anatase's new urban plans remained distant and resistant to any and all attempts at approach. So it was, at least, until Lief Ingridsdóttir died at the young age of thirty-one due to an illness that her daughter had never been told about, just like she had never been told of her own father, or of the troubles that caused her grief.
After her mother's passing, the occasional pity-driven neighbour offered to take Unnur in, until she came of age at the very least, though not without the reluctance of their own family members. Perhaps they all knew she wouldn't accept such proposals, anyway. Each time she refused, and after two or three tries the offers stopped altogether. Though Unnur, at only thirteen, was still but a child, her mother's antisocial teachings and admittedly poor psychomotor coordination had turned her into quite the independent little girl, and with the help of her Pokémon she was able to live on her own for all of twenty-three days. Twenty-three days, until she happened upon the finest of marine life delicacies, and became enamoured with the idea of the sea.
Ambitions
Unnur's to-do list is rather short, and straightforward: she wants to eat a lot of delicious seafood, earn equally overwhelming amounts of money to be able to afford said dishes, and spend the rest of her days swimming. Maybe even explore the world and potentially find a life purpose all of her own, along the way.
So that Anna girl was a princess. Blame it on the redhead's bad manners, or on her carelessly walking around the very outskirts of her kingdom completely unguarded, despite her surely pressing royal duties, but Udumbara wouldn't have possibly guessed she was a princess, had she not loudly and clearly declared her title to the whole world. Someone wasn't taught not to divulge such important information to just any random outsider in the streets, it seemed. Or any common sense, for that matter. Well, that was none of Udumbara's business. If the little princess wanted to become easy prey for any- Oh, now that did sound like her kind of business. Royals asking for help, and by extension generous rewards, which therefore led to abundant food, was definitely her kind of business.
The thirteen-year-old accepted the quest given to her by the haughty princess in record time, no doubt earning herself a funny look from her older companion, before switching gears in the direction of the tall, imposing mountain of ice and snow. She could already smell the delicious, high-quality meat she would be buying in Bellavere later that week, as she treaded lightly along the heavy layers of snow that separated her from her objective, Warner almost forgotten in the distance.
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So this is where the story ends, or has it just begun? Kiss away the difference. I know you hate this one.
This character would play a critical role in the life of one of my own, a woman of similar age who currently goes by the name of @nyinye, so before you continue reading I would like to warn you that I am going to constantly bug whoever takes him up about new plot ideas and headcanons.
Basically, these two both grew up in Phenac City, Orre, though I'm open to change their hometown if requested. While he was born into a well-off family, she lived in a small, rudimentary orphanage in the outskirts of the city. Eleanor spent her young days in the streets, running around and playing with other kids. This overly mushy story starts when, one day during one of her childish games, she trips and falls, cutting her knee. In comes Prince Charming, a rich, pretty boy who treats her nicely and actually seems to worry about her, some nameless kid. (Protip: this is a Zorua taking the shape of our Romeo.)
Time passes, they keep seeing each other around the neighbourhood, their friendship deepens and the details of his not speaking at all and avoiding physical contact are almost forgotten. All is well, until she meets the boy the Zorua had stolen the appearance of. Drama ensues, as is expected, but I would like your input on exactly how the story branches off from now on. I have considered two options: he treats her as nicely as the Zorua had been doing, or finds her disgusting and tells her to go away.
Each alternative has its own dramatic implications, and if you're interested in them you may contact me by either a private message or ask for Quixotic's Skype in the chatbox. Many plot points will change depending on how we go from there, but a few I would like to discuss would be a marriage, children, and the male's eventual disappearance. There is a lot still to work on, so don't be afraid to ask!
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