Post by staplemylips on Jun 13, 2011 22:18:26 GMT -6
IVY MICHELLE NOISOP
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NAME: Ivy Michelle Noisop
NICKNAMES:
GENDER: Dollie
AGE: Twenty-three
SPEICES: Human
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
HOME: Violet City
OCCUPATION: Breeder
TYPE OF CHOICE: Canines
THEME SONG: Photosynthesis - Frank Turner
APPERANCE: Ivy is your pretty average girl. She stands at only five six. While she is a meat eater, you couldn't guess it. There is nothing on her bones basically. Her brown hair is naturally wavy, falling just past her shoulder blades. You can't look at her without noticing her large brown eyes. Surely, the sweetest trait about this girl. A large tattoo of the night sky and birds flying wrap around her shoulder. A very special gift from her parents when she turned eighteen. A few “dirty” freckles lay across her nose, barely noticeable till the summer sun sets its course. The summer sun, it’s never been her friend. Her pale skin burns easily.
PERSONALITY: Ivy is sort of one big oxymoron. She appears to be very quiet, which she can be. For the most part, if you start a conversation, she will gladly continue it. Ideas are overflowing in this woman’s head. She enjoys open ended questions in the world, like questioning fate or religions. Not saying she doesn’t believe in either of these things. She certainly has her beliefs, which she isn’t really sure of. This girl has been questioning things for a few years now. Once she turned about seventeen, she began to think for herself. What she had been taught, she began to question.
Adventurous isn’t even a question for this girl. There isn’t anything she loves more than getting her heart pumping. As a young child she was always trying to get where she shouldn’t be. After awhile, trees were too safe to climb. Mountain and cliff sides were far more exciting. The higher, the better! Ivy always felt free when there was no one holding her back, when she went where she wasn’t suppose to. That was partially the reason why she loves being on a motorcycle. Feeling so close to the ground, but going fast. It never felt dangerous to her, it was just some sort of freedom.
While she was the first to do something dangerous, she really wasn’t the most outspoken. Ivy was never the one to be a party animal, getting wasted. She wasn’t really a “bad girl”. She was happy to just follow her crowd of friends. Listening to them joke and just be assholes. Yeah, that was her friends. She was sort of there to try and be a motherly type. Make sure they didn’t kill themselves. The motherly side of her came out with her friends, and when she handles pokemon. She loves taking care of things.
While she is always telling people she has no fears, she does. She avoids her past, for no real reason. She just doesn’t want to deal with everything she left. Ivy doesn’t like to deal with her problems. She would rather lose herself in listening to everyone else’s problems. Instead of acknowledge she needs help or did something wrong, she just prefers to avoid things. Forget they happened. Life will move on, so the problem should have to as well. Communication was never her forte in her past relationships.
LIKES:
- Studying;; Ivy loves learning new tricks and techniques. Which is the reason why she became a breeder, she wants to learn how to make the absolute best.
- Adoption;; Once Ivy has learned everything she can, she wants to start an adoption agency of sorts. Does that sound silly? She wants to take the abandon and spruce up and find them loving homes. That'll show the idiots who left them!
- Punk;; This goes for music and a life style. While she may not look like it, she is sort of a punk at heart. The ideals of the stereotype fits her perfectly. To her, the music is the best genre. She likes other stuff, but this is what she enjoys the most.
- Motorcycles;; She grew up on the back of one. Her father and his friends always use to bring her on day trips. Her "high school" sweetheart also had a motorcycle and the two spent a lot of time on it.
- Bars;; You just meet the most delightful people there. Ivy has always loved the energy in Bars. Its a similar energy you can find at concerts, or festivals of sorts.
- Hot Chocolate;; Ivy doesn't like coffee or tea, she is a bit to childish to aquire those sort of tastes
DIS-LIKES:
- Hospitals;; Ivy has definitely spent too much time in a hospital. It makes her very unnerving and brings back some bitter memories
- Goldenrod City;; Haha, another place that brings back memories. Ivy has been avoiding this city, and the Johto region, for about three years now. She is kind of afraid of facing her past.
- Cute" pokemon;; She really doesn't like how some pokemon are preferred just because of how cute they are, like Eevees. Which is awefull, because she knows to be a successfull breeder, she needs to meet the demands of people.
- Lazy People;; Ivy can't stand not having something to do. She hates people around people who just don't have interesting things to do.
FEARS: Basic failure, letting a pokemon or person down.
HABITS:
- If she feels like someone is trying to hard to strike up a conversation, or impress her, she sort of insulst them and gives them a cold shoulder. She is usually nice to most people, but some people rub her the wrong way.
- If she wants someone to strike up a conversation with her, she'll make sure at least part of her tattoo is showing. Like she'll roll up a sleeve, or pull her sweatshirt to the side.
- Ivy always talks with her hands. Making large gestures when she begins to tell stories.
[/b] Edward Noisop|| 58 || Business OwnerMOTHER: Katherine Noisop || 53 || Teacher
FATHER:
BADGES: None
RIBBONS: None
HISTORY: Ivy was born in Violet City, to two loving parents. Her grandparents were just one city over, and her uncle another city over. Her father was her greatest hero, he was always getting into trouble when he was younger. Her favorite times with her family was sitting around a large family dinner. Sitting around the table just listening to her father and uncle toss around stories of their adolescence and getting into trouble. Ivy’s personality was much more similar to her mother though. Just sort of letting the people around her find the trouble. She respected the authority in her life, and just kind of did her own things. Ivy attended Earl’s Pokemon Academy that was in her town. She didn’t care so much about batteling, as she did for grooming them and knowing all of the species. Coordinating wasn’t her thing though, too girly. So, it was either becoming a researched or a breeder. She knew this at a very young age. Ivy became fascinated with two type of pokemon while being here. She would go to the water’s edge and enjoyed the Poliwag that would always be very playful. Plus, growing up in a city with a gym, you hear a lot about the Gym Leader’s pokemon. Here, the pokemon were always flying types. There was something that seemed so free about them.
When she was sixteen and traveling with a friend, she met a boy in Goldenrod city. He was only a year older than her. He was loud, so loud. It was his voice that was her first impression of the boy. She remembered turning around to see a Mohawk about two hundred yards away from her. He stood next to a pretty nice motorcycle, nothing spectacular though. Ivy made sure that their was eye contact between them. A smile played across her face as she continued walking down the road with her friend. It wasn’t too long before she ran into him at the department store. It was never suppose to be anything. Yet, she could recall the exact moment he had made her heart beat just a little faster. It was the perfect punk romance. He was fun, sweet, and always wanted to keep moving. His name was Jack, he was absolutely amazing to her. His Houndour, Tigre, was protective. It didn’t take to Ivy right away, but it soon fell in love with her. The two, well three, had everything planned out. Once they were eighteen, they moved into together, only a minute from their favorite bar and their friends.
Two years went by, and while they insisted it would be a year or two till they married, Jack’s family was already preparing. Everything was pretty close to perfect, which is why it had to be destroyed. Jack was twenty-one, Ivy just about twenty. They were out at the bar with the usual group of friends. It was quiet though, especially for a Saturday night. Jack passed out all of a sudden, Tigre forced himself out of his poke ball. One of their bigger friends took Jack to the hospital. Ivy’s birthday passed, and it had been six weeks. Jack was weak, but they never wanted to say he was dieing. Certainly not, he would be young and youthful even in his last moment. He was too, his friends all sat around with a drink in their hands. The next days never seemed to come fast enough. Hours after the funeral, Ivy left. She didn’t say a word to anyone. She had been planning on coming back. Mainly to pick up a few things of Jacks, and look after Tigre. She never could though. She couldn’t face Jack’s family after she had just run off.
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NICKNAME: Corrie
AGE: 19FOUNDATION: on some board
EXPERIENCE: Intermiediate
FRIENDS: Nope
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