Post by Muse on Jun 29, 2007 17:01:13 GMT -5
Name: Yurae Naal’suul
Gender: Female
Age: Fourteen
Appearance:
Petite; quite tiny throughout every inch and nook of her young body, always adoring a fragile, almost sickly form. Movements performed delicately and with a gentle charm, while her steps always seeming cautious and silent. The girl possessing the characteristics much like an elegantly moving doll with willowy strides and odd tilts of her head. Her eyes — vivid shades similar enough to gray or azure — are always wide and alert, swirling in colored pools of interest and curiosity. She has a rather small mouth and thin lips, as well as a snow like complexion, her skin that of alabaster for all her hours indoors, hiding from the rays of the sun. Yurae’s fingers are long, bony even, almost like slender spider-legs, a signification that she may play a musical instrument of some sort such as a piano or harmonica.
Her hair, shades of pink to moonlight sliver, is relatively long — cascading down her back until meeting with her shoulder blades in messy yet volume held waves. Those feathers pulling together somehow, causing the Junior Trainer to appear to be a creature of grace, and perhaps with time, beauty. But scars tend to run deep, one could even dare to notice how there are mismatched patches of flesh stringed to her coat of skin. Those rewards, as sarcastic as that might sound, are gifts from her life’s tale, whispering those tragedies with such coos; almost like a phantoms hum. However despite all that could be seen, the colors which run deeper than facts about her long neck, thick lashes, and button nose, is how Yurae chooses to dress:
It’s simply portrayed, illustrated as queer. Belts. Leather. Laces. Sequence. Those threads and materials are, oh of what the beast of rain-like eyes admires. White skirts with a tender knit. Black stockings which run from the tips of her teeny toes to her rounded thighs. However, her attire does change. This and that. Maybe it’s the teenager inside of her telling her to wear her chimes backwards, or it could be the odd taste she has learned through magazines. Whatever it is, it probably won’t matter until poor Yurae finds herself cleaning the mud from her shoes for the journey which lies ahead.
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Personality:
Though she is generally satiated when it comes to self-happiness, she often appears in a sullen, disheartened mood, and keeps to herself. More introvert than anything, she finds it hard to make friends and interact with others her age because of her stubborn and reserved personality. Refusing to open up and exchanging emotions with others, she often comes off as a rude, cold-hearted, and egocentric person. Yurae tends to be very naïve and quick to respond, thus, resulting in making many mistakes that she would later regret.
However because of such sourness, it far from means the girl doesn’t possess the wit and knowledge to become great in means of anything. Though the creature is inclined to sew a mocking, cynical phrase into her sentences, wishing to verbally lash out at the people who play on her dire side. While a shell of glares and snarls surrounds her, the short tempered Yurae does have good points to summon forth; such as her secret love for the beings known as Pokémon. Ironic how she follows the footsteps of her parents when the traits are so far in between and memories of an unknown affection is forgotten.
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History:
Never experiencing the love and devotion of a true family, Yurae constantly being situated into several different fostering homes, but primarily always returning to the orphanage. All the child knowing of her parents was that of their last name, Naal’suul, and their cause of death which landed the newly born into a placed home. Unfortunately they being slaughtered by a dangerous party of rogues in a water located safari zone - The groups intentions to ensnare as many rare and government protected Pokémon as possible. Upon analyze, the parents to the silver haired girl were exploring the area in search of information dealing with the activities and migration patterns of Lapras. Though a faint cry in the distance had captured the duos attention of the Researchers and Pokémon-Lovers, they investigated the scene to only see those bandits harassing a Gyarados.
Stepping into the situation, the adults tried to run off the opposing party, but alas failing to the sere might of that groups power. Readying to call for the local authorities, the violent beast who was barley mobile lashed out a vigorous Hyper Beam as a last effort to escape its bindings. Though, the creature had fired at randomly and had hit the people who had came to the aid of that sea-beast instead of those who deserved to receive such treatment. That attack had badly injured the couple, almost to the point of killing the mother by simply pushing her back into jagged rocks and obtaining a head injury. She being pregnant at eight months at this time did far from wonders on her condition as well, but she managed to at least stay conscious. Yet, the same could not be said about her husband who lay on the ground, a large gash being spotted upon his blood-spattered forehead, which triggered his body to shut down and for him to faint.
While the Gyarados’ energy began to run dry, the hunters sealed away the monster; they beginning to scream at each other to hurry before rangers would arrive. Though this had not been done without one of the villains loading a gun and shooting at the fallen Researchers, aiming not to leave witnesses to their crimes - After all, they weren’t above killing. One of the bullets had instantly took the life of the babe’s father, while the one intended for the woman damaged her ever-more and was left to bleed to death. And with that, the party left as the sound of other vehicles could be heard cutting through the sands of the beach and the nearby forest. That noise brought the presence of the law enforcement, who was shocked by the brutal reality placed in front of their eyes. Discovering many creatures had been captured and that people were morally wounded upon the field, they also noticed how one was on the mere edge of life and expecting. The medical experts had claimed there was no chance for the mother, but the baby inside of her would have lower than a forty percent chance of survival. Choosing between a could be life or death, the doctor performed a C-section and ripped the little one named Yurae from the womb before sending her to the hospital for intensive care.
With luck the child endured, despite the fact it had spent well over three months in the infirmary, seeming unfit to be placed. Yet, the double edge to that sword of circumstances was that the law had never caught up with those who were responsible, calling off such a search after that of two years. But, at this time Yurae had found herself in the grasp of a foster family who treated her with forethought, dare saying that they loved her. Or at least pretended to until the girl was six and began to question their relationships, even wondering how she had such a good life. Some reason, those people grew enraged by her simple comments, her sentences, and screeched how only awful children mocked what they had. With that, Yurae was sent to an orphanage with a broken heart even if she had pleaded and begged to the couple for forgiveness. Though sooner or later when the girl had reached her pre-teen years did she come to the conclusion that they planned to get rid of her anyways; they just picking an effortless way without having to deal with people at the fostering agency. Nonetheless, before that time of thought even occurred to her, at the age of ten she was yet again placed into a home with what seemed to be polite people.
Everything was pleasant at first, other than Yurae having a problem with the couples only daughter who’d appear to thrive on attention. And frankly, because of the newly placed girl, the parents began to separate their interests and allowed Yurae to have a taste of their kindness; which only fueled the daughters hatred for the unknown creature. How dare that younger and oh so much scrawnier thief take her parents away from her, after all - Wasn’t she supposed to be a slave to her and not a sister? She read it in a story not too long ago, so it had to be true! That girl becoming a sister would never happen; would echo the daughters thoughts until waiting for the perfect opportunity do away with Yurae. Laying away and waiting, her chance waltzed by and she took it, she stealing from a wealthy neighbors' home and leading a trail to Yurae’s room to stash the stolen items away. And it was evident that when the silver haired girl awoke the following morning, that the netherworld would break loose and a framed Miss Naal’suul would find herself returning to the orphanage. But this was a much different settlement, this one having bars on windows and fences taller than any human could be; this being a place for naughty children.
No longer being able to tolerate this, Yurae had tried many of a time to escape the bolus of that accursed house, but always ended up failing in her attempts. She being forced to grow up their for years until reaching thirteen, when a new boy by the name of Lyric had been sent to that child constitution for her crimes. Upon getting closer to the boy, she discovered that Lyric’s parents were the cause of why he was here; saying how they were Pokémon Rogue-Hunters and used their own child as a scapegoat when things got hot. But Lyric didn’t mind too badly, he mentioning how he hated his parents and at least at this place he was feed, clean, and most importantly, he gained a friend. As well as Yurae, she experiencing the sensation of friendship, and possibly more because she developed a crush on the child after several weeks. Nevertheless, the pair did admit how they longed for more than just walls and stones until they were released into the world upon eighteen, however the children began to conjure up a strategy to escape. This scheme involving the Pokémon Lyric was allowed to bring with him in his solitary, this being a Sandslash nicknamed Semi.
Managing to break the concert of the floor and dig a tunnel over the time frame of a week, they were able to construct and hide their path to freedom. Which they took without flaw until they reached the outside, past the barbed fence which stood tall and reflected their presence to the dog creatures roaming the area and barking when spotting them. In a mad panic, the two individuals took off in a dash, but found themselves separating in order to increase their chances for freedom. Though Lyric, before letting go of Yurae’s hand did promise to find her one day and they’d travel the world together and be happy. Agreeing to this, the girl nodded with tears in her eyes and took off in the opposite direction of her friend and continued running. And how she ran, journeying for miles upon miles until her slender legs collapsed from under her, but she persisted to keep moving forward by any means and secretly hitched a ride with a passing by truck.
Staying hidden until reaching a point where Yurae felt as if it were safe enough, she abandoned the bed of the truck and ventured off. Though, deciding that she should linger in the present town until she was fully recovered from her trek before moving onwards. And luckily for her, an elderly lady had freely invited Yurae to her house for a meal and a warm bed for a little while; and well, that little while turned into a full year. How the beast of storm hued eyes loved it there, feeling at peace but in the back of her mind it screamed at how she needed to continue on her way and find Lyric. Lera, the woman who tenderly took care of her had heard it all from the girl and still was fond of her, always smiling at the teenager and even suggested ideas. This being that Yurae would register to become a Trainer and she could without restraint wander the region and find her friend that she'd grown so close to.
Gender: Female
Age: Fourteen
Appearance:
Petite; quite tiny throughout every inch and nook of her young body, always adoring a fragile, almost sickly form. Movements performed delicately and with a gentle charm, while her steps always seeming cautious and silent. The girl possessing the characteristics much like an elegantly moving doll with willowy strides and odd tilts of her head. Her eyes — vivid shades similar enough to gray or azure — are always wide and alert, swirling in colored pools of interest and curiosity. She has a rather small mouth and thin lips, as well as a snow like complexion, her skin that of alabaster for all her hours indoors, hiding from the rays of the sun. Yurae’s fingers are long, bony even, almost like slender spider-legs, a signification that she may play a musical instrument of some sort such as a piano or harmonica.
Her hair, shades of pink to moonlight sliver, is relatively long — cascading down her back until meeting with her shoulder blades in messy yet volume held waves. Those feathers pulling together somehow, causing the Junior Trainer to appear to be a creature of grace, and perhaps with time, beauty. But scars tend to run deep, one could even dare to notice how there are mismatched patches of flesh stringed to her coat of skin. Those rewards, as sarcastic as that might sound, are gifts from her life’s tale, whispering those tragedies with such coos; almost like a phantoms hum. However despite all that could be seen, the colors which run deeper than facts about her long neck, thick lashes, and button nose, is how Yurae chooses to dress:
It’s simply portrayed, illustrated as queer. Belts. Leather. Laces. Sequence. Those threads and materials are, oh of what the beast of rain-like eyes admires. White skirts with a tender knit. Black stockings which run from the tips of her teeny toes to her rounded thighs. However, her attire does change. This and that. Maybe it’s the teenager inside of her telling her to wear her chimes backwards, or it could be the odd taste she has learned through magazines. Whatever it is, it probably won’t matter until poor Yurae finds herself cleaning the mud from her shoes for the journey which lies ahead.
_____________________________________________________________
Personality:
Though she is generally satiated when it comes to self-happiness, she often appears in a sullen, disheartened mood, and keeps to herself. More introvert than anything, she finds it hard to make friends and interact with others her age because of her stubborn and reserved personality. Refusing to open up and exchanging emotions with others, she often comes off as a rude, cold-hearted, and egocentric person. Yurae tends to be very naïve and quick to respond, thus, resulting in making many mistakes that she would later regret.
However because of such sourness, it far from means the girl doesn’t possess the wit and knowledge to become great in means of anything. Though the creature is inclined to sew a mocking, cynical phrase into her sentences, wishing to verbally lash out at the people who play on her dire side. While a shell of glares and snarls surrounds her, the short tempered Yurae does have good points to summon forth; such as her secret love for the beings known as Pokémon. Ironic how she follows the footsteps of her parents when the traits are so far in between and memories of an unknown affection is forgotten.
_____________________________________________________________
History:
Never experiencing the love and devotion of a true family, Yurae constantly being situated into several different fostering homes, but primarily always returning to the orphanage. All the child knowing of her parents was that of their last name, Naal’suul, and their cause of death which landed the newly born into a placed home. Unfortunately they being slaughtered by a dangerous party of rogues in a water located safari zone - The groups intentions to ensnare as many rare and government protected Pokémon as possible. Upon analyze, the parents to the silver haired girl were exploring the area in search of information dealing with the activities and migration patterns of Lapras. Though a faint cry in the distance had captured the duos attention of the Researchers and Pokémon-Lovers, they investigated the scene to only see those bandits harassing a Gyarados.
Stepping into the situation, the adults tried to run off the opposing party, but alas failing to the sere might of that groups power. Readying to call for the local authorities, the violent beast who was barley mobile lashed out a vigorous Hyper Beam as a last effort to escape its bindings. Though, the creature had fired at randomly and had hit the people who had came to the aid of that sea-beast instead of those who deserved to receive such treatment. That attack had badly injured the couple, almost to the point of killing the mother by simply pushing her back into jagged rocks and obtaining a head injury. She being pregnant at eight months at this time did far from wonders on her condition as well, but she managed to at least stay conscious. Yet, the same could not be said about her husband who lay on the ground, a large gash being spotted upon his blood-spattered forehead, which triggered his body to shut down and for him to faint.
While the Gyarados’ energy began to run dry, the hunters sealed away the monster; they beginning to scream at each other to hurry before rangers would arrive. Though this had not been done without one of the villains loading a gun and shooting at the fallen Researchers, aiming not to leave witnesses to their crimes - After all, they weren’t above killing. One of the bullets had instantly took the life of the babe’s father, while the one intended for the woman damaged her ever-more and was left to bleed to death. And with that, the party left as the sound of other vehicles could be heard cutting through the sands of the beach and the nearby forest. That noise brought the presence of the law enforcement, who was shocked by the brutal reality placed in front of their eyes. Discovering many creatures had been captured and that people were morally wounded upon the field, they also noticed how one was on the mere edge of life and expecting. The medical experts had claimed there was no chance for the mother, but the baby inside of her would have lower than a forty percent chance of survival. Choosing between a could be life or death, the doctor performed a C-section and ripped the little one named Yurae from the womb before sending her to the hospital for intensive care.
With luck the child endured, despite the fact it had spent well over three months in the infirmary, seeming unfit to be placed. Yet, the double edge to that sword of circumstances was that the law had never caught up with those who were responsible, calling off such a search after that of two years. But, at this time Yurae had found herself in the grasp of a foster family who treated her with forethought, dare saying that they loved her. Or at least pretended to until the girl was six and began to question their relationships, even wondering how she had such a good life. Some reason, those people grew enraged by her simple comments, her sentences, and screeched how only awful children mocked what they had. With that, Yurae was sent to an orphanage with a broken heart even if she had pleaded and begged to the couple for forgiveness. Though sooner or later when the girl had reached her pre-teen years did she come to the conclusion that they planned to get rid of her anyways; they just picking an effortless way without having to deal with people at the fostering agency. Nonetheless, before that time of thought even occurred to her, at the age of ten she was yet again placed into a home with what seemed to be polite people.
Everything was pleasant at first, other than Yurae having a problem with the couples only daughter who’d appear to thrive on attention. And frankly, because of the newly placed girl, the parents began to separate their interests and allowed Yurae to have a taste of their kindness; which only fueled the daughters hatred for the unknown creature. How dare that younger and oh so much scrawnier thief take her parents away from her, after all - Wasn’t she supposed to be a slave to her and not a sister? She read it in a story not too long ago, so it had to be true! That girl becoming a sister would never happen; would echo the daughters thoughts until waiting for the perfect opportunity do away with Yurae. Laying away and waiting, her chance waltzed by and she took it, she stealing from a wealthy neighbors' home and leading a trail to Yurae’s room to stash the stolen items away. And it was evident that when the silver haired girl awoke the following morning, that the netherworld would break loose and a framed Miss Naal’suul would find herself returning to the orphanage. But this was a much different settlement, this one having bars on windows and fences taller than any human could be; this being a place for naughty children.
No longer being able to tolerate this, Yurae had tried many of a time to escape the bolus of that accursed house, but always ended up failing in her attempts. She being forced to grow up their for years until reaching thirteen, when a new boy by the name of Lyric had been sent to that child constitution for her crimes. Upon getting closer to the boy, she discovered that Lyric’s parents were the cause of why he was here; saying how they were Pokémon Rogue-Hunters and used their own child as a scapegoat when things got hot. But Lyric didn’t mind too badly, he mentioning how he hated his parents and at least at this place he was feed, clean, and most importantly, he gained a friend. As well as Yurae, she experiencing the sensation of friendship, and possibly more because she developed a crush on the child after several weeks. Nevertheless, the pair did admit how they longed for more than just walls and stones until they were released into the world upon eighteen, however the children began to conjure up a strategy to escape. This scheme involving the Pokémon Lyric was allowed to bring with him in his solitary, this being a Sandslash nicknamed Semi.
Managing to break the concert of the floor and dig a tunnel over the time frame of a week, they were able to construct and hide their path to freedom. Which they took without flaw until they reached the outside, past the barbed fence which stood tall and reflected their presence to the dog creatures roaming the area and barking when spotting them. In a mad panic, the two individuals took off in a dash, but found themselves separating in order to increase their chances for freedom. Though Lyric, before letting go of Yurae’s hand did promise to find her one day and they’d travel the world together and be happy. Agreeing to this, the girl nodded with tears in her eyes and took off in the opposite direction of her friend and continued running. And how she ran, journeying for miles upon miles until her slender legs collapsed from under her, but she persisted to keep moving forward by any means and secretly hitched a ride with a passing by truck.
Staying hidden until reaching a point where Yurae felt as if it were safe enough, she abandoned the bed of the truck and ventured off. Though, deciding that she should linger in the present town until she was fully recovered from her trek before moving onwards. And luckily for her, an elderly lady had freely invited Yurae to her house for a meal and a warm bed for a little while; and well, that little while turned into a full year. How the beast of storm hued eyes loved it there, feeling at peace but in the back of her mind it screamed at how she needed to continue on her way and find Lyric. Lera, the woman who tenderly took care of her had heard it all from the girl and still was fond of her, always smiling at the teenager and even suggested ideas. This being that Yurae would register to become a Trainer and she could without restraint wander the region and find her friend that she'd grown so close to.
[Togepi]
