Post by Rosalina on Mar 28, 2009 22:33:38 GMT -5
(I kinda sorta took the spiffied up bio category names from a friend's site template. Credit goes entirely to her, I swear.
DON'T HURT ME.)
My Parents call me...
Going to assume you're not referring to ridiculous, cutesy little names my mother gave me. >.>; Winona.
My Friends call me...
Winona, mostly, though if Flannery's particularly hyper she's been known to call my Winny, Win-Win, and Winny-face.
I'm not an it! I'm a...
girl, obviously. Could a boy be this graceful? (Other than my dad.)
I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm...
Wr-Wrinkle cream? I'm only 22...
Sexuality
STRAIGHT. -sweatdrop-
Do you think I need a diet?
A diet? You must be joking. I'm one of the prettiest and most graceful Gym Leaders around!
What do you mean, I have wide hips? I don't care if my clothes make my hips look big, I'm not fat!
Oh, you wanted a physical description? Jeez, just say that in the first place.
I brush this gorgeous lavender hair with care as soon as I wake up in the mornings! Sure, I come home every day with helmet hair, but my helmet is damn stylish! Besides, if I didn't have my goggles I wouldn't be able to fly.
I guess the color scheme of my clothes is pretty much centered around white, blue, and gold. Some people say it makes me look like a Pelipper, though... Do I look like a Pelipper?!
~after a brief smack upside the head~
Uh, not much else... Um, my hair is in a ponytail behind my helmet? Those points are kind of permanent by now, too... My hair stays like that when I take my helmet off. D-Do you need any more description? The photo's right up there...
My emotional disposition?
A bit rebellious, I suppose. The entire reason I became a trainer instead of a coordinator is rebellion.
Although I do have a soft side. Especially for Flannery. WE'RE BFFS~ <3
~after another brief smack upside the head~
A-Anyway. I... -deep breath- Ireallyreallyloveplushiesthere'sabackroomatmygymfilledwiththemleavemealone.-clutches Lugia plush-
Okay, glad to have that off my chest!
-looms ominously- TELL NO ONE.
I-I guess I'm a little temperamental at times... I've more than once knocked Juan into next week after he made some ill-timed comment. It upset Wallace a couple of times, but Juan was always fine.
History
Well, my parents were coordinators, and they always looked down on trainers because of their using brute force to win. They always said that trainers were ungraceful. I guess at some point the naturally rebellious feelings of a teenager set in. I became a trainer just to show them that trainers could be graceful, too.
And, eventually, I decided I wanted to be a Gym Leader, so I trained until I met the qualifications and then went back to my hometown, Fortree City.
Now I'm the supervisor of all Hoenn Gym Leaders! Hell yeah!
Well, now I guess I'll tell you about after I started my journey...
Wait, no.
There's a little to talk about before that. Before I even decided I wanted to be a trainer...
I'd always loved climbing up the trees in and around Fortree City. Sometimes I fantasized about finding an injured Pokemon and having to nurse it back to health, and then it would become my Pokemon... I never imagined it would actually happen, though.
I was about 11 years old when I found that little Swablu. I knew immediately that it was injured, what with the pinkish stain on its white fluff. Blood. I picked it up carefully and brought it back to my house. My mom helped me actually find the wound amid all the
cottony fluff, and bandage it. She taught me how to take care of the little Pokemon and change its bandages, and over the next few months, I cared for it all on my own. I found out that the injury
was actually a broken bone and a flesh wound, so it would take a little while to heal. It took about a half-year, actually. By then I had turned 12. When Swablu's wing was healed, it started flying around the house non-stop, overjoyed at being able to fly again. I had to chase it and make sure it didn't break anything, heh... Now, ten years later, that Swablu is my loyal Altaria.
Now I can tell you about my journey.
Obviously, Swablu was my starter. Along my journey I decided to center my team around Flying type Pokemon. After all, I'd always wanted to fly, myself. Climbing to the tops of the trees in Fortree City was always the closest I could get to actually soaring. And Flying type Pokemon were, in my opinion, the most graceful, so it fit perfectly with my plan to prove to my parents that trainers could be just as graceful as coordinators. So, I caught a Skarmory and a Wingull (it's evolved by now) along my journey, and then add in my shiny Swellow, and you have my current team!
NURSE-INJURED-SWABLU-BACK-TO-HEALTH IDEA CREDITED TO THE LURVELY MIM OF THE CANON SITE FLYING WITHOUT WINGS. ILY MIMSIEKINS~ <3
[/i]DON'T HURT ME.)
My Parents call me...
Going to assume you're not referring to ridiculous, cutesy little names my mother gave me. >.>; Winona.
My Friends call me...
Winona, mostly, though if Flannery's particularly hyper she's been known to call my Winny, Win-Win, and Winny-face.
I'm not an it! I'm a...
girl, obviously. Could a boy be this graceful? (Other than my dad.)
I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm...
Wr-Wrinkle cream? I'm only 22...
Sexuality
STRAIGHT. -sweatdrop-
Do you think I need a diet?
A diet? You must be joking. I'm one of the prettiest and most graceful Gym Leaders around!
What do you mean, I have wide hips? I don't care if my clothes make my hips look big, I'm not fat!
Oh, you wanted a physical description? Jeez, just say that in the first place.
I brush this gorgeous lavender hair with care as soon as I wake up in the mornings! Sure, I come home every day with helmet hair, but my helmet is damn stylish! Besides, if I didn't have my goggles I wouldn't be able to fly.
I guess the color scheme of my clothes is pretty much centered around white, blue, and gold. Some people say it makes me look like a Pelipper, though... Do I look like a Pelipper?!
~after a brief smack upside the head~
Uh, not much else... Um, my hair is in a ponytail behind my helmet? Those points are kind of permanent by now, too... My hair stays like that when I take my helmet off. D-Do you need any more description? The photo's right up there...
My emotional disposition?
A bit rebellious, I suppose. The entire reason I became a trainer instead of a coordinator is rebellion.
Although I do have a soft side. Especially for Flannery. WE'RE BFFS~ <3
~after another brief smack upside the head~
A-Anyway. I... -deep breath- Ireallyreallyloveplushiesthere'sabackroomatmygymfilledwiththemleavemealone.-clutches Lugia plush-
Okay, glad to have that off my chest!
-looms ominously- TELL NO ONE.
I-I guess I'm a little temperamental at times... I've more than once knocked Juan into next week after he made some ill-timed comment. It upset Wallace a couple of times, but Juan was always fine.
History
Well, my parents were coordinators, and they always looked down on trainers because of their using brute force to win. They always said that trainers were ungraceful. I guess at some point the naturally rebellious feelings of a teenager set in. I became a trainer just to show them that trainers could be graceful, too.
And, eventually, I decided I wanted to be a Gym Leader, so I trained until I met the qualifications and then went back to my hometown, Fortree City.
Now I'm the supervisor of all Hoenn Gym Leaders! Hell yeah!
Well, now I guess I'll tell you about after I started my journey...
Wait, no.
There's a little to talk about before that. Before I even decided I wanted to be a trainer...
I'd always loved climbing up the trees in and around Fortree City. Sometimes I fantasized about finding an injured Pokemon and having to nurse it back to health, and then it would become my Pokemon... I never imagined it would actually happen, though.
I was about 11 years old when I found that little Swablu. I knew immediately that it was injured, what with the pinkish stain on its white fluff. Blood. I picked it up carefully and brought it back to my house. My mom helped me actually find the wound amid all the
cottony fluff, and bandage it. She taught me how to take care of the little Pokemon and change its bandages, and over the next few months, I cared for it all on my own. I found out that the injury
was actually a broken bone and a flesh wound, so it would take a little while to heal. It took about a half-year, actually. By then I had turned 12. When Swablu's wing was healed, it started flying around the house non-stop, overjoyed at being able to fly again. I had to chase it and make sure it didn't break anything, heh... Now, ten years later, that Swablu is my loyal Altaria.
Now I can tell you about my journey.
Obviously, Swablu was my starter. Along my journey I decided to center my team around Flying type Pokemon. After all, I'd always wanted to fly, myself. Climbing to the tops of the trees in Fortree City was always the closest I could get to actually soaring. And Flying type Pokemon were, in my opinion, the most graceful, so it fit perfectly with my plan to prove to my parents that trainers could be just as graceful as coordinators. So, I caught a Skarmory and a Wingull (it's evolved by now) along my journey, and then add in my shiny Swellow, and you have my current team!
NURSE-INJURED-SWABLU-BACK-TO-HEALTH IDEA CREDITED TO THE LURVELY MIM OF THE CANON SITE FLYING WITHOUT WINGS. ILY MIMSIEKINS~ <3
Oh, sometime after I became a Gym Leader, I met Flannery, another Leader. We became pretty good friends, and we keep in touch. I've heard she's been spotted in Kanto a few times. Maybe I'll head there for my next vacation...
I left my Pokemon in Hoenn, so I guess I'll be getting a new Pokemon here in Sinjoenn. Might be fun, using a different Pokemon for a change, though, of course, it'll be a Flying type.
Things that are Groovy (character's likes):
Flying Pokemon.
Flying with my Pokemon.
Flying in general.
FLYING FLYING FLYING-- -brick'd-
...plushies.
Things that are not so Groovy (character's dislikes):
Womanizers.
Pokemon-snatching Teams.
Gravity. -rubs phantom bruises
and whimpers-
Oh, by the way...
My shiny Swellow was a present from my dad upon reaching Gym Leader status. He didn't trust me at first, but now we get along pretty well.
I am a...
Trainer, obviously. Though of course I'm a Gym Leader by now.[/size][/center][/color]
