Aubre Ellen McKenna [F]
Jul 8, 2013 23:31:54 GMT -5
Post by Aubre Ellen McKenna on Jul 8, 2013 23:31:54 GMT -5
AUBRE ELLEN MCKENNA
18 YEARS OLD - TELEKINETIC MUTANT – FEMALE - NEUTRAL – PHARMACY TECHNICIAN
ABOUT THE PLAYER:
OOC Account: Feather
What do you wish to be called?: Feather, Fae, Feath, and anything else you can think of.
Other Characters: Do you play any other characters? Enigma, Dalton, Davy, Madame, Geoffrey, Vana, Madeline, Keldeo, Jacqueline, Harper, and Ezekiel
BASIC INFORMATION:
Full Name Aubre Ellen McKenna
Nickname(s): “Mouse”, “Squeakers”, Aubs, “Kitty, Carrot, “My Lily” and Ducky
Gender: Female
Age: 18 years old
Allegiance: Neutral
Occupation (Position) : Aubre is the Jack of all Pokémon-related trades; she has recently lost her main bread-winner of battling. She is currently teaching children in the park as a volunteer. She wants to start a small Pokemon consulting firm.
Species: Psychic mutant with telekinetic and telepathic abilities
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Hair: The girl's name is derived from the color of her hair. The hair is a bright, rather pretty shade of orange, which her family called auburn. In terms of styling, it appears to have been cut by a toddler, or an overzealous gardener. Uneven bangs hang just low enough to cover a nasty scar across her forehead, though when the wind blows these aside the angry thing becomes visible. The bangs also offer her a way to hide her eyes, and her random suspicious glances. The rest of it is styled in a butchery of a pixie cut, the strands hanging at random lengths until they reach her neck. Just under those strands is another set of three horizontal scars. While her hair is generally well-behaved, it tends to frizzle in the summer heat, and turn into a mess when it is hot. . Aubre does not buy the products that would stop this. She not only chose the hairstyle because it makes her look androgynous, but because it is easy to handle. Her eyebrows, while she does attempt to keep up with them and shape them, are the same color. They are often not the exact same size or perfectly groomed—she is not a professional and shaking hands makes that obvious. The hair on the rest of her body is the same shade, except for the odd patches where it no longer grows. Scar tissue, especially thick layers of it, tends to impede hair growth.
Eye Color: Her eyes are dark green like pine needles and framed with long lashes that can easily ruin any sense of androgyny. The lashes are dark brown. Her eyes, minus the bags beneath them, are often called her best feature
Height: 5’2”
Build: Aubre is petite and slightly curvy with a little fat. If you were remove her multiple layers of clothing, you would find a feminine frame, where her ribs are just visible to the naked eye. She's underweight, but not due to an eating disorder. She often feels too nervous to eat. She has visible hips (which are smaller than those of an average woman), a muscular behind, and breasts that hover in size just below average. Overall, as she sometimes skips meals due to worries, anxiety, or her erratic work schedule, she is scrawny. Her body would likely resemble an hourglass with the slightest of curves if she was on a proper diet that did not fluctuate between very little and junk-food. Her stomach has the slightest of bulges.
Skintone: Pale and easily burned in the sun; her body is ornamented with a large amount of both scars and freckles. As she wears a large amount of clothing, mostly to cover up the scars she constantly feels are being stared at, she stays pale even in the summer heat.
Other Appearance Information:
Most of her features came from her mother—Brenna McKenna was a petite woman with a curvy frame, slim structure, and with a hint of porcelain doll (in how frail she could sometimes be). Aubre, like her mother, is far from intimidating and just sits a few inches above five foot. Most of the time, as she is prone to slouching or bowing, she seems even shorter than her already diminutive height. The redhead very rarely wears heels and her clothes, usually baggy and bulky, just seem to drag her down further. Her feet are also tiny and sometimes, if there is a sale, she has found a large child-sized shoe fits decently. Her hands are also small and fit her body though her pinky is a bit long and her nails chewed down to the stubs. The chewing habit is only done in private.
Her face has some of the few features that came from her father—the most obvious of which being her bright carrot-colored hair, dark green eyes, and freckles. Her nose, with its button-like features, also is a McKenna trait. The shape of her eyes is all Brenna; they are doe-like and bordered with thick lashes—they are undoubtedly her best feature (at least to Aubre who does not consider her general body shape or rump a feature). Her lips, which can be usually found in a sad smile, tiny frown, or badly disguised pout are full and feminine. To be honest, with a feminine facial structure (with rounded and delicate features) her quest to appear male is kind of an uphill battle. The eyebrows, as stated above, are self-groomed and sometimes prone to being uneven; these often raise with unasked questions. As if the beginnings of an open package, one scar can be seen in her pale skin—if one looks close—it is easily visible as a blank slash through her right eyebrow. This one was the result of a hard fall during her first few sessions of physical therapy. Freckles dot the rest of her body but, minus a few on her cheeks, left her face alone and clear.
Her clothing is usually baggy, androgynous, long, and comfortable. She wears layers upon layers to cover herself up—to a point that even a nun may wonder why she dresses in a parka. Two shirts is about as low as she goes and a jacket is always close at hand. When she has to dress up—she cleans up very well and is a very pretty young woman (with flaws). Her usual style of choice involves ace and skirts—and can be best be defined as ‘Bohemian’ in nature; you will only see her in these things if she is need of a job interview or going somewhere important. What you will almost constantly see is the hoody; it was black at one time and now a faded grey with one sleeve being replaced with a similar color and fabric that still looks off; holes dot its surface and its hem is falling apart—constant wear over three years does that to a piece of clothing. It is always zipped up to her neck when one and usually within short reach if Her shoes have insoles meant to comfort her back. Most of her stuff is old or cheap—there are some patches here and there from thrift store gold.
You see all those clothes? Let’s take them off. The young McKenna would likely protest if she could. From the front, for the most part, everything seems fine. Her small toe on her foot is oddly long and the nails sometimes a bit uneven. While she shaves often there can still be stubble found when she feels unpressured to shave—she is not one for showing off. There are no tattoos. The only birthmark is found on her left hip and is just a slightly larger freckle. The front of her ankle has an odd series of markings—these result from her ankle being crushed by the jaws of a hound. Three scars dot her left leg. It is her back that brings her the most shame.
While it is a fine back—with a straight spine and a dip, free of love handles and odd alignment, there are issues. Scars cover the entire thing—they range from the marks of hand sized blisters to tiny little dots where skin charred and broiled. Skin grafts managed to cover some of the damage and leave her back looking a bit mismatched. The skin varies from the normal skin tone to white and to pink where new skin will never be the same shade as old. The scars start at her shoulders and in a pyramid come to stop right above her as with a few trailing down a bit further onto her legs. The worst is at the base of her spine (which some doctors thought might leave her with paralysis); knife strikes join the rest of the scars. Leon panicked when he realized he was in trouble; he reacted violently and jabbed at what flesh he could reach. Aubre feels those wounds, made angrily and with punctuated gasps, as if someone had carved a name into her spine. She wears a scarf to cover most of these and leaves the rest alone.
The sad thing? As her scars destroyed her self-confidence, is that you’ll rarely see what lies beneath—be it physical or personality-wise. She is a very pretty woman beneath those clothes, with a good figure and a good base, Aubre just hides it. She hates being looked at—even if it’s for a good or complimentary reason. Her scars, while only on a small part of her body, determine everything about her current dress and posture---unless she is in a place to forget about them.
PERSONALITY:
Likes:
- Lavender - The color and the plant are very calming to her. Most of her shampoo, and potpourri is lavender scented. She has dried bits of it in her pillows. It is meant to calm her down. Her bedroom is painted a light shade of lavender with white accents in hopes that the light colors will keep nightmares away.
- Poker - She used to love the game, and now loves watching it. She is never good at it; the game reminds her of her father and family.
- Writing – Writing is cathartic and recommended by her therapist; her most common things are grocery lists and jumbled musings about her own thoughts.
- Her Pokemon - They're her family now, and she loves them dearly. She misses her old family still. She leans on them for support and offers whatever she can, even if it might hurt her. Water-types, dragon-types, flying-types, bug-types and fighting-types are her favorite.
- Being left unnoticed - When attention is off of her, and on someone else, is when she feels the most comfortable. Scrutiny, and the limelight, make her nervous. Aubre, at the same time, hates being truly alone.
- Flowers - Her father instilled in her a love of plant life at a young age, and of flowers especially. She doesn't want bouquets; they make her sad over wasted life. She wants to see them grow and help them flourish. Their color makes her smile just a bit and she has a few stories in
- Babies and children (with the exception of puppies)- She loves all children honestly, but doubts she'll ever have her own. She finds tiny babies, that aren't puppies, endearing. Aubre has the patience to teach them and their usually happy selves help brighten her mood.
- The night sky - When she was a child she used to lay on her back and stare up at the sky. She loves astronomy and the stories that come with the stars. Counting them has also helped her to sleep on more than one occasion. She dislikes dark places.
- Curling up with a good book - She enjoys reading and the escape it can provide.
- The season of Autumn - Even if it is the color of fire, she finds autumn beautiful. While it depresses her with thoughts of death, it also reminds her that things get better. If trees can come back to life in the spring, so can Aubre.
- The shoes Achilles gave her - These beat up read trainers are the first gift anyone outside her family gave her. The fact that the dragon had to work for them, and work a lot, made her feel loved and ,even if she rarely wears them, she keeps them in her closet.
- Chemistry – This was her main course of study besides Pokemon; she enjoyed the laboratories and experiments—the fact that she could also make medicine was a factor.
- Libraries – The smell, the quiet, and the lack of associated pain makes the redhead love it.
- Junk Food – As a child she ate mostly healthy thngs, which comes when your father can grow fresh vegetables whenever he wants. She now adores junkfood of all kinds.
- Gardens – She helped her father plant them and they remind her of the countryside and of home.
- Sleeping in - When she no longer has to work, has no need to awaken at
- Safety - She's paranoid. There is nothing more endearing to her than a feeling of safety and comfort. This sensation is extremely rare for her.
- Cozy spaces - Whether it’s a small closet, beneath her blankets, or an armchair, nothing makes her feel comfortable like a tight-small space to nuzzle into. They keep her warm and keep the monsters at bay.
- The Hoody- It is meant to be capitalized. Where did this come from, and why is it so valuable? As she lay dying in that alleyway, with rain putting out fires, a man had stopped. Aubre saw only the outline of his legs and the briefest shadows of his face before passing out. This man, far taller than her, was the one who called the ambulance. Her clothes were burnt into her skin and she had been mostly exposed to the elements. The man had taken his own jacket, which had been huge on her then, and tossed it over her. When she awoke she found that her parents had kept it; but the man was never found. An interesting fact? His name was Hugh and he was in the law program at the academy; she doesn't know that.
- The smell of baked-goods - The smell reminds her of home, and of her father baking furiously over a hot stove. That smell, unlike many others in the kitchen, brings back good memories.
- The rain and storms- They bring to mind life, family, and comfort her—the sound of rain lulls her to sleep quite well.
- Being allowed to be a recluse - Being drug out in public makes her anxious. Sometimes though, she hates this fact and wishes she could remember her old enjoyment.
- Bohemian clothing – Layers, patterns, jackets, and scarves are her favorite. While she dislikes short and revealing things she does not mind the occasional feminine outfit. A comment about her appearance will send her scrambling to don her hideous hoody again.
Dislikes:
- Vanilla - She hates the smell. She also is frightened because she has told her it was gifted from a Bidoof's anal glands.
- Swimsuits – Why do they all have to be so skimpy?
- Bras – They are uncomfortable and even more so with her scars. She is too worried about modesty to go without them—she always cuts the wires out.
- Her scars – Her scars are an eyesore and a main issue in her life. She cannot always hide them and hate all of the questions they can bring—or even worse—the unidentifiable whispers and stares. She tries to ignore it. The worst part of the scars is, proving the old legend about Houndoom right, that they always hurt her. It is not death-worthy but it is like a deep and dull ache that hovers at about a 2 or 3 out of ten in terms of pain. The nerve damage, which results in numbness and the occasional stab of pain if she overexerts or moves a certain way, also others her.
- Pity– She hates being seen as something to be nursed or pitied; even if she is mentally damaged, she does not think that people need to look at her like something dying. She usually just accepts it with a sad smile—this constant pity and fretting was something her mother did, in her last years that bugged her.
- “Kitty” The word sends shivers down her spine. It was a once pleasurable nickname and is now terrifying. Every time she hears it, and slowly turns around, she feels terror well-up within her breast. Then again, though it makes her sound like a stripper, it stems from her curiosity.
- Abuse - She hates any kind of abuse or violence; it can be verbal or physical in nature. She will cringe and turn a blind eye if it’s minor—she is a coward.. While she wouldn't defend herself the mousy girl might stand up to save someone else a lot of pain.
- Decisions - Her low self-confidence, brought about by her new appearance, is the main contributor to this one. The idea that being wrong can have some dire consequences makes her fret and nervous. She hates being asked for a decision, especially a concrete one. She avoids change for that same reason.
- Fire Pokemon - She does not hate them. They cause flashbacks.
- Canine Pokemon - see history
- Speaking in front of a crowd - This one, when she is passionate, can disappear. Ever since she was small, preferring small groups to large ones, Aubre has not been a fan of public speaking. It makes her freeze up.
- Leon - see history
- Having people angry at her - Anger can turn into murder and she goes out of her way to avoid it. If she has to turn herself into a foot mat so someone doesn't yell at her, she will.
- Pokemon battling, with strangers - She never knows how they will react to a win or a loss. She usually gets to know someone before challenging them to a battle. When she is on the bounty list she tries her best and just hopes.
- Fishing - She feels bad for the bait, and the fish. She's a bleeding heart, and few things make her sadder than fishing.
- Baseball - She has never been very good at it. Throwing things in a straight-line is not her strong suit and her slight tremble in her hands makes it worse now.
- The city - Aubre grew up in the country surrounded by gardens in place of concrete. The dead city is not comforting to her, and makes her sad. She feels like a bird in a cage with nothing but the sky. The woman does, unlike most people, venture out from the city quite often. Her treks take at least a week to prepare for.
- Hospitals - She already wasted nearly a year of her life in one. She hates the prodding, the poking, and the constant question. Hospitals remind her of how vulnerable she is and of death. The smell makes her sick. The irony of falling and hurting herself there makes her ill. Some part of her is also afraid that one day, if she has too severe of a flash back or an anxiety attack, that she will end up locked in these places
- Being in a crowd - She feels claustrophobic. She never knows what kind of person is standing next to her and dislikes being unable to find an easy escape. Then again, if she is excited about something, she can ignore her fear. This trait was present when she was younger as well.
Strengths:
- Strategist – She has been raised with trainers and relatives with obsessions with riddles, chess, and other such things. Aubre has learned to connect the dots. Sometimes, if it makes people feel better, she will pretend otherwise.
- Intelligent – She was a studious student and Aubre is intelligent; she enjoys sciences and things like puzzles and geometry. With her back the way it is, and some physical activities out of the question, she has turned to other things such as literature.
- Generous – Aubre would give you the shirt off her back if you asked for it. She was raised to help others and enjoys the feeling it gives her (which sometimes makes her feel greedy for doing it). She volunteers to teach children, host silly events, let some homeless people crash in her place, supervise, work in a soup kitchen once or twice a year, and bring back things for hospital. She also helps the elderly in her apartment by running errands. In truth, as she believes in karma (because otherwise she sees no reason to fix her life), Aubre hopes, on a sub-conscious levels, that these things will make her life better—and not just her heart.
- Fast learner – As long as it is not something violent or she is not distracted, Aubre learns quickly and picks up on things. She is above average in intelligence---her nerves can make this hard to see at times. She is a bit naïve about certain subjects (drugs and sex) at times; her life was sheltered until a few years ago.
- Cautious and prepared – The redhead is paranoid and almost always anxious. She goes out of her way to make sure everything is usually prepared for any encounter (unless something frightens her and ruins said preparations).
- Generally accepting of others – Are you hideous? Ugly? Burly? A Pokemorph? A mutant? A former inmate? While at first she will be intimidated by you and maybe hide, Aubre is open about others. She rarely cares too much over the choices of others, be it sexuality or looks, she has no right to talk after all. She is just a bit shallow and reliant on her first impression—after that? Aubre adapts pretty well.
- Good at fading into the background – She has mastered fading in the shadows after years of taking the limelight, when she knew people. She is polite and allows other their space. Her harsh breathing may sometimes give her away.
- Polite – She has read manners left and right. Aubre has been taught to be kind and sweet to people—this can save her a lot of trouble in the future.
- Studious and perfectionist– She reads a lot and will go at her work until she gets something right; the consequences of what may happen if she does not sincerely bother her.
- Resilient – She has been set on fire. Aubre has lost her family. The redhead has lost her job. For some reason, one she does not know, she keeps getting up. She is stubborn, determined, and able to bear quite a lot.
- Her mutation – Telekinesis and telepathy have their uses; she can lift things, reach items on tall shelves, and communicate over distances longer than shouting. Her mutation is not infallible.
- She can sew quite well – Her mother used to force her daughters to make costumes and she finds the art of sewing and crocheting comforting. She does little more with it than patch clothes and make the occasional vest.
- Decent organizer – Her home is clean. She spends a lot of time moving things around and cleaning up. While she may misplace things when frazzled, which is common, the redhead does try to make sure her things are carefully organized. Aubre labels her jars and things.
Weaknesses:
- Has difficulties speaking her mind – She dislikes the possible consequences and will change her opinion if it seems to be bothering someone.
- Her mutation is foreign and badly-trained – Aubre came into her mutation later in life and, as it scares her a bit, she avoids training and strengthening it. She can only lift something a bit larger than her body weight.
- Her imagination is very dark – An innocent object can easily become a monster and beast in her eyes. A small situation can be a mole-hill. Her dreamy personality, which allowed her to have fun with toys when younger, has been mixed with anxiety to create a monster.
- Physically weak – She is tiny and not a trained fighter—she also avoids working out to save her from pain and possible embarrassment. The girl, while she can fight like a wildcat, is naturally at a disadvantage in a fight with a larger person.
- Sometimes frazzled and forgetful – This can be put on the back of insomnia, her anxiety, or her inability to make decisions. Stress tends to lead to her forgetting things.
- Almost constantly tired – When you sleep and have nothing but nightmares, people like Aubre might prefer not to sleep. She spends a lot of her days in a state of exhaustion.
- Self-conscious – Every action makes her fret, worry, and wonder—she is always cautious about what she does and how she behaves. Aubre also hates being stared at.
- Low self-confidence – Her scars dictate her life and the stares have slowly eroded her confidence. She thinks she’s ugly and sometimes, in real dark moments, a bad person.
- Obstinate on the inside – She is stubborn on the inside. Her thoughts will rarely change on a subject she truly cares about which can make her feel like shit when it contradicts what she says aloud.
- Easily changes her outer opinions; she is wishy-washy – She will usually, even if she hates the idea, go with what other people want or desire. Aubre hates seeing anger if she does not do that. She used to, when she was a child, do it to fit in. It is now a survival mechanism. She will never violate any deeply-held prenciples.
- Dislikes asking for help – She is stubborn and still fiercely desires independence. She hates asking people for help be it money or a shoulder to lean on. This leads to issues and breakdowns.
- Prone to panic attacks – Aubre is anxious and prone to making herself suffer anxiety attacks,
- Paranoid – She is constantly thinking of the motives of others and worrying about them.
- Terrified of fire-Pokemon and fire – The redhead dislikes fire and fire-Pokemon; the sight of either, if large or close enough, can send her into a panic attack. This reaction, not any inward dislike, makes her hate running into them.
- Terrified of dog-Pokemon –Dogs remind her of loyal soldiers and robots without morals—or at least certain ones. Her best friend growing up was a dog. They scare her and can cause flashbacks--which she fears more than the canine itself. Aubre never hates them though; she is just afraid. Her best and most beloved friend as a child was an Arcanine named Richard--she can't even be around him any longer.
Personality:
- Sweet and generous - Aubre is first and foremost a kind and generous person; she would even give you the shirt off her back, regardless of the fact that it exposes her scars. She is the type to help old ladies cross the road, pick up their mail, and generally just help in whatever way she can. Sometimes this leads to her exhausting hersef and stretching herself thin. It is easy to manipulate and walk all over her now--as she is worried about anger if she refuses someone. She is easy to use. Her generosity comes from an internal urge to, if god exists, maybe pull herself out of a hole. If she does enough kind things, maybe her own life will get better--maybe her heart will stop hearting. Most of the time, she is also very sweet--she is not prone to cruelty. Sometimes, even after a few months of hard-knock living, Aubte is still naive. .
- Timid and quiet at first - Even as a child this was true, her timid period just lasts a lot longer now. When she first meets someone, while before she observed, she is now uncertain of how to talk, stand, or act. She keeps her answers sweet and short with little substance. Gradually, while she is not overly social, Aubre begins to open up and talk a lot more. She s prone to ranting at times and a lot of questions.
- Prone to Hesitation - Whether it is standing ,holding her hands, or replying to a question--she experiences a lot of pronounced hesitation. This sometimes seems to come across as a stutter. She will stay in her apartment just so she doesn't have to overcome her fear of something new and different.
- Curious and full of questions - She rarely, unless she knows someone very well, chooses to ask the questions in her mind. She is very rarely not mentally gnawing at an interesting thought or two. Questions come and go quite quickly. Sometimes, before, Aubre came off as nosy. Now she just silently watches and tries to answer herself (which sometimes results in a very wrong answer).
- Lacks self confidence - The scars, and the things they did to both her psyche and appearance, seemed to crush her self-confidence. Her life is fill of second guessing and self-demeaning thoughts. She won't wear nice shirts. She no longer puts on nice things. Aubre is still, for the most part, confident in her own mind.
- Paranoid and pessimistic with a dark imagination - Aubre had her trust broken when she was attacked. Every day now leads to a new and paranoid thought and she is always highly strung like an instrument pulled far too tightly. She stares at people and constantly wonders about their reactions, their motives, and their inner thoughts. The redhead also mostly sees the glass as almost always half-empty (she has some moments where she is hopeful); she would prefer to be pleasantly surprised than unprepared. Her imagination, as she rarely asks questions, likes to craft its own scenarios until she asks. These scenarios are dark. These three things, paranoia, pessimism, and her highly-active imagination form the foundation of her problems.
- Poor liar - Aubre has to lie a lot--as she thinks giving fake compliments, hiding her motives, and being dishonest about herself may help her live longer. At her core though, as she was raised to be honest, she hates every lie that comes out. The redhead is a horrid liar and it is written plainly on her face.
- Intelligent - She always did one in school, minus some silly mistakes caused by nerves (and a few classes where she pulled Bs); most of this does not come from rigorous studying. Aubre is smart and easily picks up on things--you can usually blame this on her psychic-mutation or just good luck.
- Resilient - She's been set on fire, suffers from flashbacks, and lost her parents less than two years ago--she's still around and retains some basic semblance of sanity. She picks herself back-up when she tumbles and falls (though she whines about it being unfair). Pain has made her stronger---Aubre could have done without the personal growth.
- Independent - Aubre was very dependent on her parents and in the year since their death, be it due to trust issues or not, the redhead has made it her duty to never rely on someone so heavily again. She learns to do everything herself--even if her back hurts or she's too short--and will go out of her way to do so. She doesn't take charity either.
- Stubborn - While she may cave easily on the outside, to stop anger and to make others feel better, most of her inner opinions still stay the same and will chew at her like a dog chews a bone. Her inner opinions on major things rarely change--without copious amounts of evidence.
- Easily intimidated - Be it that the person is tall, heavy, or has a scowl on their face--Aubre is easily intimidated. She is no longer David facing down Goliath; the redhead will go out of her way to avoid those types of people (which is a bit shallow). The teenager also can be intimidated into doing various things--as long as it does not contradict something she feels very strongly about.
- Suffers from PTSD - The girl,ever since her attack, has been plagued by PTSD. Aubre experiences levels of both hyper-arousal and flashbacks. She built her life around avoiding these symptoms--they make her feel weak, disgusted with herself, war of others, and trample on her already low self-confidence. Her flashbacks are triggered by two things: large dogs and very large fires. These things in smaller quantities, such as a barbecue or a puppy, make her feel very antsy. Her flashbacks go into that alley and everything turns into that night--anything from trees to young women have taken Leon's place. When these end, with phantom pain wracking her body, she usually awakes in a safe, small, and comforting place (like a broom closet), or on the ground surrounded by concerned citizens. She hates it. Aubre needs to get back on a treatment regimen.
- Pessimistic - The glass is now always half empty; it used to be half full. She would rather expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised than hurt and flabbergasted by something. This can be blamed partially on her hyper-arousal and resulting paranoia. Her pessimism also gives her a reason to sulk, avoid facing her issues, and ignore what is wrong with her life.l
- Cowardly - She's a coward. She avoids conflict. She will try to weasel out of anything that scares her. Scary situations worry her. She will walk three blocks to avoid something that makes her uncomfortable. Aubre, while she might stand up if something was dangerous or a child was being hurt, would rarely stand up for herself.
- Formerly more outgoing (extrovert trying to be an introvert) - The redhead, while she did used to be shy when she first met you, would then proceed to yammer your ear off. She liked people. She liked talking to them. Aubre enjoyed their company. Now, as she is afraid of them, she avoids them if it is in the least bit possible.
- Hard-Working - She works her ass off and feels guilty and lazy if she does not fill her time by doing something. Aubre does everything to the best of her abilities, sometimes to stall, and usually to try and make her feel better about the mess her life has become.
- Pokemon lover – Aubre grew up with Pokemon and believes them to be her equals and her relatives. She finds them fascinating and is now far more comfortable with (most of ) them than she is with humanity. The redhead will go out of her way to help them.
- Cynical and Sarcastic – She keeps most of this commentary inside. Inside she is prone to sarcastic, bitter, and smart-ass mental commentary This is the only time she's honest.
- Toxic -thinker – Aubre has a life ruined with toxic thoughts. She wants things to be the way they were. She blames herself. She constantly reexamines past decisions. none of these things assist in her recovery.
BACKGROUND:
History:
- Father - Joel McKenna - Mutant ("Green Thumb") Former Elite Four - Deceased: Joel happened to be born seconds after his 'elder' brother Kole. Known for being kind, generous, and an amazing trainer, Joel was always in his brother's shadows. Unlike them, both of which skirted through school due in part to their psychic-mutations, he had to work to find his way. While a bit oblivious at times, holding a simplistic view of morality(focusing on utility instead of complicated ideals), he lived a mostly good life. He actually, while going to part time, graduated with a degree. Raising through the ranks of trainers, fighting to catch up with both Ethan and Kole, the young man found himself hounded after by recruiting gyms. Meeting his wife, when he was just 16, changed his world; he loved the feisty little blonde. His closest companions, aside from family, were his Venusaur (Beau), candy cigarettes, and his Arcanine (Richard). For much of Aubre's childhood he was an elite four member; she was young when, in a gym battle, he nearly lost his leg to a sore loser. While he is deceased now, and any signs of his existence with him, Joel was a wonderful father, easygoing and child-adoring man, generally happy, ex-smoker, and loving husband. He also was pretty good at baking.
- Brenna Joan McKenna - Mutant ("Hulk") - Former High-leveled Coordinator / Teacher - Deceased: Brenna came from a different past; like him though, while her twin is identical, she was a single part of two. Unlike Joel, raised in a lower-middle class household, her life was one of opulence and finery. She knew which spoon and which fork was used for what dish; the love of her life, Joel, did not. In fact, just a year into their marriage, a comment about her family's snobbery (meant in jest), ended Brenna's close relationship with her parents. Her starter, a Squirtle, helped Brenna blaze her way up through the coordinating world. She did not slack when it came to battle; for many years, until their paths diverged after Aubre's birth, the blonde was her husband's equal in battle. She gave everything to her beloved husband; she was at times fiesty. Inside, beneath any show over her short height, Brenna was a loving woman; her students, taught through a degree she obtained during her daughter's first years of life, loved the woman. She perished in the fire in the midst of her second pregnancy.
[li] Marriage and birth - Joel and his wife, Brenna, were both pieces of twins. They met when they were just ten years old and spent time travelling together with their Pokemon. Joel was a trainer who aspired to be a gym leader and Brenna, who wanted to be a teacher, became a coordinator. Their twins followed with them intermittently—their Pokemon obsession was not so bad. Joel and Brenna, after eight summers travelling together, were married shortly after their eighteenth birthday. Brenna’s parents, wealthy socialites, disliked this husband and became estranged from their more headstrong daughter. The male was a gym leader’s assistant. Brenna was a teacher and coordinator. A year into their marriage—everything changed.- Birth – 18 3/4 years ago - Joel and Brenna McKenna, still young themselves, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Her name, as you can guess, was Aubre; the name came from the bright shade of her hair. They found out, after a heavy and tough pregnancy, that this might be their only child. They were not stable enough to adopt from a Pravus orphanage. They focused their attention on the little girl and tried to forget anything else for a while—a baby helped with that. During these first two years, as his mentor suffered an injury, Joel took over the gym.
- The child - As a toddler - Aubre proved herself to be a bit shy and timid—for the first five minutes of a meeting. When someone was introduced, or around, the little girl quickly warmed up to them. Most of the conversation consisted of questions after that. She wore girly things. She did what her mother wanted. She sometimes caused mischief like her father. In short: Aubre was a normal kid and very loved.
- “Elouise” – Just learning to walk - Her parents had Pokemon from since they themselves could talk; their daughter continued this tradition. They gave her a Mantyke after a lot of deliberation. The pair slept together, ate together, and always spent all their time together. They were inseperable. Her name was Elouise.
- “Brother” – 16 years ago – Part of the adults wisesh came true, in a way. The McKenna family adopted a boy named Alexander. He became Aubre's beloved big brother. The brunette lived with them for most of his life and came to love the family; he had his flaws--including a scary temper. Aubre ignored all of these things for both of their sakes. They also fostered children of various ages whenever possible; nearly all of these were repossessed by the state and given to good homes.
- Sorrow (part 1)- 6 years old –Aubre started elementary school and tragedy struck. A lump was found on the wing of Elouise and—before they knew it—the Mantyke was laid up in bed with inoperable cancer. She died. Aubre cried and screamed. She didn’t sleep for weeks. She still carries around a wallet, with a Mantyke sewed into its cover, in memory of the tiny water-type. The love for training, in part, is due to Elouise.
- Daddy’s leg – 8 years old – Joel was hurt in a gym battle. An angry character, who had a bad temper, turned around and attacked the friendly and goofy man. Chaos ensued and it ended with Joel laying in a hospital with a destroyed leg. He refused to have it amputated; the months following were filled with rigorous rehabilitation, a steady weaning off of cigarettes, and spats.
- "Auntie?" - Brenna’s twin, a year after Joel’s accident,nearly died of cancer. She lost a breast as a result. From that day on, twice a year, her mother flew out to visit her aunt in another region. Aubre accompanied her two or three times. She found it weird when /two/ of her mother were standing in a room. She never grew close with her other aunt. Lenore was her favorite.
- War– Mewtwo ravaged the land. Her parents rose to defend it, even if they were far more pacifist than soldiers. For months after these battles they staggered in their home with weary eyes and sad looks upon their faces. Aubre was largely sheltered from these incidents.
- Life resumes – 10 years ago – Life returned to normal for the small family, and their Pokemon. Aubre continued to play in the garden, make some friends, explore the countryside, help her father in the greenhouse, just act as a sponge. She spent a lot of her time with her best friend Richard the Arcanine. She sat in on her mother's coordinating classes and peppered the woman with questions about gym fights. She continued school. She began to mature in both body and spirit. It was obvious she was shaped more like her tiny mother than her father as time went on.
- The Academy – 5 years ago – Aubre enrolled in a prestigious academy in Hoenn. Brenna’s mother and father lent them the money; this was a fact, as Joel was known to dislike the couple, kept between the grandparents and the mother. This academy, known for its rigorous studies, mixed training, volunteer-work, gym battling, and a college curriculum. Aubre took to the place like a duck to water. Once she wiped the tears from her face, getting over her sometimes heartless roommate, Aubre took to the place. She could not bring any of her own Pokemon with her; they were left at home. Her parents visited when they could; as their jobs went according to their schedules, this was often far more often than necessary. Pidgeot and other flying-types could make a quick trip.
- “Leon” – 5 years ago – In one of her classes, a higher-leveled one for a freshman, she met a man with hair like fresh snow and eyes like ice. Her heart instantly began to beat faster; her entire world seemed to have shifted. They were helping the same teachers and Aubre tried her best to ensure she stuck around him. They became friends of a sort and, as he was older, she sometimes came to him for advice and help. There was a small crush for a while that eventually faded; he was a bit too high-class for her more simple tastes. She felt he was one of her best friends.
- The Academy – 4 years ago – Her first year ended and she returned home for a lengthy summer break. She had little issue setting back into her former life at home. Her and her parents went right back to work as if nothing had happened; work still had to be done in the greenhouse , training grounds, and classroom after all.. She had made far more friends than she ever had in the tiny floral town she had grew up in. Aubre could not wait to return for her sophomore year. She got her wish four months later and bid her parents a fond farewell. They had enough money to come visit her every so often.
- The Tournament – Every year, as long as you were not a freshman, the school held a big tournament meant to showcase skills. Leon had won last year with just his Houndoom and the redhead dove deeper into her training—showcasing her Pokemon training DNA. She practiced like crazy. She just wanted to have some fun. She found herself facing Leon in the second round—everyone knew who would win; it was not the sophomore with the long and curly red hair.
- Victory or defeat? -- Aubre won. Her Mudkip evolved to a Marshtomp halfway through the battle and was able to land a lucky blow. The senior’s Pokemon had been tired after previous battles (while Aubre was fresh). She found her handshake turned away and her friendly smile rebuffed. Leon was just hurt; Aubre congratulated him and promptly had her ass handed to her in the last battle. She would pay for her ‘luck’.
- Fateful battle –3 1/2 years ago – The girl had never met a sore loser before, even if her father's story should have told her everything she needed to know. She had seen his brand-name jacket, one he always wore, laying on the gym floor. After waving farewell to her friends she had scooped it up and went out the back door. Even if she was violating curfew, she wanted him to have his coat back—friends did things like that for each other. She also wanted to check on him. She walked up to his room, knocked twice, and offered it to him with a gentle smile. She had inquired after his Houndoom. A few minutes later, after more small talk, the girl then left. Aubre almost left life in those moments.
- Consequences – 3 years ago -Leon put on the jacket a few moments later and followed Aubre. Her spine began to shake with shivers. Her instincts told her to run. SHe could feel eyes upon her. The redhead, trying to defuse the situation with a few jokes, and a laugh at her old friend. Judging by how his eyes hardened, now glassy and filled with rage, it had been the wrong choice. Curls bouncing behind her, loose sweater flying like a cape, Aubre fled; in those days, before scar tissue, she had been a flexible and dexterous runner. She was no Olympic Runner; she was also not the wily fox that escaped the hounds. She heard the claws against the cement. She felt the hot breath as saliva splattered across her legs. She turned to look. Paws smashed into her spine. She tripped, bouncing azed from a dumster, and crumpled against the ground. Teeth clicked; she remembered the smell and the noise of crackling. The first bount of flames left her back red, clothing charred, and hope rapidly leaving. It's so hot. Screams rang through the empty alley for Leon took his revenge. The Houndoom brutalized her with teeth and claws--all because of his damaged pride. The white-haired man prodded the dog aside. His shoes, expensive brand names that Aubre will never buy, ground into her spine. Spit slammed into the side of her dazed face as she bucked and struggled. The man, as no /boy/ had eyes like those, had no issue subduing the smaller female. Her nose likely broke when he slammed a shoe into his face--he complained about the 'dirt' afterward. Flames licked across her body from both master and faithful hound. Her remaining clothes melted into her body. Why? That question ,years later, wakes her up in the middle of the night. Her hair dripped down her scalp in ashes. The man had then pulled out a knife and knelt on her brutalized body. The knife had flashed repeatedly as he drew his names in the blistered flesh; he had no fear of cops, in those moments, as he sneered at her corpse, he turned away. He was god--he held power over life and death themselves. She was supposed to be dead. She wished she was. She was not. Leon, with a sneer, left anyway.
- Friend? - Few minutes after attack - Someone called an ambulance for the charred 'corpse' shortly after discovering it. This man had covered her exposed body with a hoody and waited for authorities. He vanished when the ambulance arrived. While she never knew him, she kept his jacket. He saved her life. Aubre wishes she could thank him--or maybe--as her life is such a wreck--hurt him. All alone in Hoenn, her parents nowhere to be seen, her darkening mind was glad for some sort of companionship.
- Hospital –3 years ago – Her father, and mother, refused to leave her bedside, even when the doctors declared her beyond hope; the burns were severe enough to qualify for third and fourth degree with nerve damage in their wakes. They had advised her parents to give-up hope, but Joel and Brenna refused staunchly. They had cried, their Pokemon had cried, and the rest of the family seemed just as put off—an adult dying was far different from a little girl. Even Kole, Uncle Tom, Ethan, her older cousins Voltaire and Madeline, and 'cousin' Alexander came to see her; this was the closest the family had been in years. Aubre, from above, watched on. In that realm she felt no pain, she merely saw herself below. It had taken her ages to realize what that hideous hunk of burnt flesh was. Even though she was warned against it, by something she no longer quite remembers, she decided she had to go back. She was the only child her parents had ever gotten, she would not leave them like this. All she remembers for the next half a year was great, and unendurable, pain. Powerful drugs only managed to keep it away in jerky intervals, until she was hungering for the drugs. She went through therapy, and against doctor's expectations learned to walk again even with potential damage to her spinal cord. The redhead also discovered that Houndoom burns never stopped hurting. She had numerous skin grafts to try and cover up the damage.
Therapy -After intensive therapy, taking up another few months, she decided it was time to go home. She refused more grafts that might have fixed her back. She would always feel the pain anyway. During this time, shattered and broken, the moderately outgoing and curious girl changed. Pain does that to a person.
She turned sixteen somewhere in this time period. She also went home.- Leon’s Fate- The boy, after being caught red-handed, was sent to prison. His conviction was overturned soon after and he was released. This was due to a legal technicality and his minor status at the time of the assault. He flew back home.
- Home sweet home? – 2 1/2 years ago– Aubre would never be the same. The girl that returned, a broken shell of the former. Her father, hoping to revive his daughter waited until she was recovered before sending her out on a miniature journey to pick up the Helioptile he had raised for her. The girl returned with her Pokemon, and little else. Most days she refused to crawl out of bed. She nearly succumbed to a pain medication addiction. Her parents soon realized time would be the only thing to fix this. She was slowly getting better even if some hard feelings happened. A rift formed in between them in this time as her mother and father constantly babied her and reminded her of the incident; it hurt. They only would have needed a year or two, by the time tragedy struck again, she was already getting better. She was smiling more. She was starting to laugh even when she couldn't walk. She was showing McKenna tenacity. She still refused to see dogs and suffered horrific flashbacks at the sight of them. Richard, her once best friend, was allocated to a large shed outside. He was not allowed out when she was home. Things were better than in the hospital. They just needed a little time; they would not get it.
- Powers - After the attack and before her family’s death - She discovered that she too had a power—like everyone in her odd family. It had not awoke in that alley, but when a neighbor’s dog had scared her. Aubre had tossed him through a nearby fence. She did limited training with her uncle, but nothing very strenuous. She couldn't concentrate on anything but danger long enough. Telekinesis and telepathy were the result. She never practiced. They frightened her. It had been a mutation that had left her charred and broken—Aubre would never do that to someone; she made certain she never could.
- Tragedy (Aubre's view) – 2 years ago - Leon came back for revenge shortly after his release. He burnt her house down. It was pronounced an accident caused by a faulty heating system. Both of her parents died in the fire and many of their Pokemon as well--Sophia went with Aubre. The surviving Pokemon, as Aubre went into hiding, went with various family friends. Still, she had heard things she wished she had not, Aubre knew her parents were dead.
- Nada Citadel –Over a period of 6 months – She was thrown into depression and, after a few months on the road, went into the city to nurse her wounds. A few suicide attempts were planned; she was never able to go through it. The Pokemon she did have were looking to her for help. She hated Nada Citadel. It stank. It smelled. It was not home. It just hurt to remind herself that home was gone.
- Uncle Ethan – 1 year ago - Uncle Ethan appeared in her life after she ran into Alexander—as he had long since moved out. The president, or at least his Pokemon, helped her in what ways they could. Aubre is still not certain why; he was not always her closest relative. She managed, after months being homeless, to get a job as a pharmacy technician—something she was certified to do from her few years at school(with Pokemon medicine). She was alive according to society again. A few checks later she found a decent apartment from a family friend.
- Job and apartment issues – 0 years ago – Her job has recently had rumors of dissolving. The pharmacy wants to close shop and move--they want another region. Her apartment, as her landlord has changed, is likely going to raise rent. She's scared.
- Crossroads – Now – Aubre McKenna is at a crossroads in her life. The redhead is unsure of what to do. She is not certain what to do and is merely taking it one step at a time. She doesn't even think she'll live long enough for any option to really matter--Leon is still out there somewhere. First, after years of working with little benefit—she is going to recharge. She needs sleep. She needs rest. She wants her parents. Is there a life compass out there? Her aunt Lenore, her favorite one, is trying to serve as one.
❤ babs (credit to 連雀) ❤ 
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