Lysse Bethren Farberal
Feb 7, 2014 21:07:10 GMT -5
Post by lysse on Feb 7, 2014 21:07:10 GMT -5
LYSSE BETHREN FARBERAL
3 - ZORUA - FEMALE - AROMANTIC - ANTI-PRAVUS - UNEMPLOYED
ABOUT THE PLAYER:
OOC Account: Tasu
What do you wish to be called?: The egg queen
Other Characters: Colton Lee
Link to your previous character
BASIC INFORMATION:
Full Name: Lysse Bethren Farberal
Nickname(s): Lysse
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years old, poses as a 20 year old lady
Allegiance: Who do they support? If they are neutral, please put N/A.
Occupation (Position) : How do they earn their money? If they are in a group, what position do they hold? If they are unemployed, please leave this blank.
Species: Pokemon; illusions herself as a human so that she can infiltrate Pravus and mess up their outer activities.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Hair color and hair style: It consistently changes of course due to who she is being, but in her most popular form, she wears her hair up in a bun most of the time. Her hair is a dark grey, not completely black.
Eye Color: Usually a hazel color, despite what appearance she takes on.
Height: In her casual form, she is somewhere around 5"2'. As a zorua, she's a runt, somewhere around the size of a Chihuahua.
Build: Lysse's casual appearance tends to be more on the lithe and petite side compared to anything else.
Skintone: Medium-Tan in her usual human appearance, can change depending on who she transforms into.
Other Appearance Information: Lysse wears poorly made clothing to give her the image of a poor person, unless she is attempting to truly trick or deceive others. She wears striped shirts with shredded minishorts, often carrying around a notepad to write things down on. She keeps a pencil hooked on top of her ear in case she needs a quick retreat to her notepad, which is consequentially full of messy scribbles. Lysse's face is oval shaped, and her eyes are extremely squinted under two glasses with cracked frames. Above all that, she takes on a hooded, torn, grey cloak when roaming. Around her neck is a plastic chain necklace.
PERSONALITY:
Likes:
- Pranking
- Learning
- The feeling of achievement
- Colors
- Small flowers
Dislikes:
- Traps
- Thankless acts
- Pokemorphs and other Pravus products
- Pravus in general
- Those who talk a lot
Strengths:
- Trying to keep going even after defeated
- A large metabolism
- Coming up with wild ideas
- She's a quick learner
- Her naivety
Weaknesses:
- There's a lot she doesn't know
- She's too quick to assume things
- Lysse is incredibly unlucky
- She isn't too stealthy
- She is a picky eater
Personality:
- Determined
Despite any obstacles you put her through, she has amazing determination to live. She has nothing else going for her; Lysse is not smart, she's not strong, she's not naturally talented or anything else. All this fox has going for her is her own pure will to survive and avenge her family.
- Algophobic
Lysse, being a child, is afraid of pain. She is afraid of doing things that might hurt her, and will promptly refuse to do something that inflicts damage on her despite the lives of friends or family. She is trying extremely hard to overcome this, and puts on a brave kid act to other Pokemon to try and train herself up.
- Naive
Lysse, to be blunt, doesn't know shit about the world. She doesn't know her parents, only how they died. She doesn't know where she came from, and she also doesn't know where she will die. She has interesting concepts of things, but she has yet to be properly educated on the subjects of life. Thankfully, she learns rather quickly, so she won't be a hassle to anyone who tries to teach her a lesson.
- Weak
Other than physically, she is easily emotionally crushed. Her brave and peppy kid act she puts on is easily deceiving, but deep down inside she's nothing but a scared, fearful child. Fearful of her own life, and fearful for the lives of others. In this century, there's a lot to fear, and so she doesn't question it too much. She thinks of her weaknesses as a punishment for failing to save her parents. She pretends to be something else, hoping that one day, she can truly become that.
- Socially Untrained
Lysse genuinely can't socialize too well, as she didn't have a parent to teach her how to. She's incredibly blunt, as well as somewhat disastrous around her intellectual peers. After she promptly killed her fatherly figure, she became very reserved and emotionally weak. Before that, she was a little less of an oddity, being jumpy and playful, however that's in the past.
BACKGROUND:
History:
Her parents were used for Splicing by the Pravus organization, resulting in both of their deaths. She was captured along with them, and witnessed their deaths firsthand. After speculation from the organization, she was set free due to her young age. They concluded that it would be a hassle to raise such a young Pokemon, experimenting would most likely have killed her at the time. All she remembered from back there was the shiny logo of Pravus on their badges.
She was adopted by an elderly couple which taught her how to speak the human language. They found her on the streets, nearly dead after being roughed up by neighborhood strays. She had been attempting to prove her strength to them, however she did just the opposite.
After she was old enough to live on hard food, they released Lysse back into the wild. She was weaker than before, but she knew how to communicate now, and thus wasn't afraid to stand up for herself. She personally confronted the strays, asking to be trained by them. At first, they laughed at her, taunting her because they knew she would never become something extraordinary. She begged and pleaded with them, insisting she could learn to live on the streets like them.
After intense begging, she was accepted under to wings of the rogue group of Pokemon. None of them were too strong, and they trained her to level 5, at which point they tried to kill her for food in the winter time when there was a shortage. She ended up murdering one of them, which was a houndour, and then escaped with her life in her hands. She learned how to transform in this situation, which she transformed into a pidgey and promptly flew away from the chaos. She slowly trained herself slowly to turn into different things, like different Pokemon, eventually being able to turn into a human.
Lysse became relatively depressed after that, as she ended up having to kill to survive. That is where her fear of pain came from, as for the first time, she felt actually hurt in both aspects. She barely made the escape; she was covered in scratches, and her fur was caked with mud and grime. She was a filthy animal, and she felt bad. She promised to herself she would never hurt another creature unless it was to save herself. She lost her personality and became more socially disconnected, developing as a lonely and regretful child.
Over time, her regret for her actions wore down at her. Seasons passed, and she began to live off plant roots instead of fresh meat. She developed a scrawny build, which gave her a speedy advantage. She personally has goals aiming one day to be able to revenge her parents.
Pokemon:
Name: Lysse Bethren Farberal
Species: Zorua
Level: 5
Gender: Female
Ability: Illusion
Current Experience: 0/0
Attacks:
- Fake Tears
- Dark Pulse
- Agility
- Leer
ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE:
The large cat's eyes gleamed as she trotted through the rocks and pebbles that adorned the desert floor. Ah, what a beautiful place.. though she'd soon be using the last of its resources for her poison and other experiments. She would be happy to even get a trainee- she was something of a witch, after all. A rarely talented cat like herself should atleast spread on her knowledge before doing something that could get her killed.
But no, here she was with no intention of joining, crossing the border like it was no one's business. With a siren-like purr, she inhaled the scent of the ground, and suddenly in her jaws was the corpse of a shock-stricken scorpion. Fiohnna did nothing but smile with ravenous laughter as it dangled helplessly in her jaws, it's stinger cocked and ready, but never used. This would be perfect for poison, she thought deviously. Maybe she could even sell it for what it's worth. Not like anyone in this desert's brains would be big enough to understand the fucking concept of death.
With a pleased look, she began to toy with the mangled corpse after she spat it onto the cracked, sandy ground. Fiohnna's tongue grazed her lips, and saliva flew from her mouth to the ground, as if she was trying to get the rancid taste from her tongue. It was kind of spicy and very, very bitter- not a nice sensation to go off in your mouth. Especially not for a supertaster like herself.
She wasn't worried about being found- in fact, she didn't even know that this place was inhabited. She can't smell.. for reasons. Like having a 3 inch scar over her fucking nose, perhaps. There wasn't much left there but scar tissue, while the moist flesh that had been quite sensitive had disappeared after her wounds healed. Quite unfortunate
Fiohnna didn't care if it was, though. She'd just try to make excuses to come back so she could get more supplies. Her lips pulled back into a fanged smile, and she began to attempt to cut the scorpion open. She might as well do it here, since it'd probably not be as fresh by the time she walked, oh I don't know, maybe around 5 miles back home. And fresh equals less effective. It'd be better to make it here and have the actual thing than to just get rid of a resource you spent around a day trying to reach.
Though what she'd put the venom in.. uhh. Well, she couldn't store it in her mouth, as she'd kind of die, because it's kind of poison. Anyone with half a brain could figure that out. She didn't have any vials or tubes or bottles on her.. why is life so suck. She came totally unprepared. Fiohnna was a generally empty-headed animal, but wow. She really screwed this one up big time.