Post by angela on Jun 20, 2011 20:12:15 GMT -6
Angela Bella Smith
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[/u][/size][/right]Let's Get It Started...NAME: Angela Bella Smith.
NICKNAME: Angie. Ang. Smithy. Plant-Girl. Lizard.
AGE: 21 years.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUALITY: A-Sexual.
HOME TOWN: Fushcia City, Kanto.
SIDE: Neutral
SPECIES: Sceptile.
JOB: Artist; Painter and Sketcher.
POKEMON TYPEOF CHOICE: Grass, Bug, Ground. Any Kind-Hearted Pokemon
THEME SONG: Never Say Never - The Fray; Enough For Now - The Fray; Someone's Watching Over Me - Hilary Duff;....In Here
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[/u][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]To Be Your Own Best Friend...APPEARANCE: If you hadn't noticed much, Angela isn't much of a normal human being by her looks. She stands at roughly 5'09", a swell height for a girl her age, though this is only because of her being half Pokemon, and that her father was quite large, and she therefore gifted off of that as well. Her eyes are a stained yellow color, one thing she picked up from her other half. She also has green hair that ends half way down her back, with a yellow ribbon in it. She is slender in the least, weighing roughly 110 to 115 pounds. With all this, she might look normal to the normal human eye, however she has some features which are extrodinary to many.
Near her wrists, mid-way from the inner elbow, she has two long and sharp leaves that stick straight unless soaking wet. near the base, her skin is a little green for about five inches in diameter. Under her chin, it is true that the skin there is red all the way back to her neck a little bit extending to her ears. This is not a permanate rash, dare I say. And on her back side, where she has a hole in her pants for, is a large tail that is often described to be fern-like, near the base not having many leaves, but extended out has many rows in which the leaves get smaller and smaller until they reach the tip, where they round out in a pattern. She often wishes she could cut it off because it is untimely uncomfortable, however it would be real painful if she did.
Due to wanting to be like any other normal child, Angela is quick to try to dress that way. Her shirt is a deep green, having random little cute animals on it. Yes, this is a t-shirt, so therefore she has to wear a long sleeved jacket over it for the better part of the time being until spring comes along. The jacket is a very deep maroon, with the back having the word "EVERGREEN" printed in navy. Of course, there are slits in the sleeves where her elongated leaves are able to stick out. Her pants are actually sweats, where at the knees she can zip off and put the bottom parts in her bag if they get too hot. They are a dark green and of course, baggy. Her shoes, though barely seen from her pants, are plain green and white tennis shoes, of which are usually neatly tied.
PERSONALITY:
Timid, Shy; Angela, though she was taught to put on a brave face, is very shy around people. She doesn't like talking to people because she believes that she'll say something wrong, and therefore has silenced her self form saying anything stupid. It is as well that due to previous teasing and bullying, she has a fear of crowds, for the murmurs she hears she thinks to believe are people talking about her behind her back. So she tends to stay out of highly-populated areas when she can. She is never the first one to approach someone, nor will she start a conversation if she deems it not necessary. Though she likes making new friends, she'd rather keep those friends in Pokemon rather than humans.
An Artist; Because she was forced in side a lot in her youth, she had to succumb to drawing. Now a days, it is a passion of hers to draw wild life and even bustling cities alike, so long as she is not in it her self for the better part. She has sold many of her paintings in order to keep some cash flow while traveling. If it's willing to sit still, or she can remember the scenery, she's more than likely to find a quiet place to sit down and draw it. She doesn't let anyone she doesn't know, look at these pieces of art, however; she has a phobia of someone hating the pictures and saying mean things about them. However, there have been many people in her younger days whom seemed to adore what she made, though those days were long forgotten.
Silent and Misunderstood; Her fright of talking to people mostly came form running for so long, and there fore she sees no use for human contact. She keeps to her self, for fear of people saying nasty things about her. She believes that no one will ever accept her, and so she has a tenacity, that when angered or upset, will most likely lash out in response. This is only because she has dealt with terrible things before, and doesn't want to try at the hands of fate again, and wishes often that she could just hide from it all without the fault of someone judging her by her characterists on the outside. Her mother used to tell her that it was always the inside the counts, but that doesn't seem to count when you're a mutant freak with long leaves on your arms.
Insecure; As a child, she was sickly and not as pretty as the girl girls in school. She was always made fun of because she was too pale, too tall, too "fat" and/or too shy and quiet. People made fun of her because of the way she dressed, the way she acted and the way she looked, and that still effects her now. There are the occasions where she will turn anorexic on many, until she is too thin than she should be. She often can't go out in public if her hair ins't washed, or if she doesn't have new or clean clothes. She often wishes she could have name brands like many of the girls in her school, though that is unlikely. Her being a Poke'Morph doesn't help her paranoia either. She often wishes that she could just commit suicide, though she is too strong for that. Besides, she isn't that brave.
Pokemon-Based; Because she is afraid of people, and most likely because she is part Sceptile her self, and as stated before, Angela would rather associate her self with Pokemon rather than people. She can remember growing up that she had a Chikarita that would be her constant companion, and form then on she seemed to adore the personalities of grass-types and their loving nature. She enjoys drawing Pokemon in their natural habitat more than humans and cities, because she knows that it's real more than anything. It could also be that she also understands Pokemon better; though she cannot speak their true language, she can often understand what they are saying, perhaps piece by piece, as it may go on. She hopes to get better at it as time goes on.
Quite a Friend; If you are lucky enough to be friend Angela - which will take a lot, by all means - you might have a brash and daring friend for life. Though she never was, and still is not, a people person, if she happens upon one whom gains her undying trust, she will protect them with her life if she sees it just. Though she will most likely stand in back and let them speak when necessary, she often likes traveling partners, and if happened upon a friend, she might travel with them for a long while until she either gets frightened by human contact, or they plainly ask her to leave. Though not what you may think, Angela is willing to help her friends to the bitter end if it needs to be done, which is rare in it's own term.
LIKES:
- Grass-Types.
- Sketching.
- Green.
- Spring
- Summer.
- Sleeping Under The Stars.
DIS-LIKES:
- Ice-Types.
- Fire Types.
- Dismay.
- Red
- Yellow
- Fall
- Winter.
FEARS: Death by Fire
HABITS:
- Nibbling on Leaves when Bored
- Tapping her Finger on Something When Trying to Think
- Rubbing her Face When Trying to Think
....On The Outside Looking In
[/u][/size][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote]Leave Out All The Rest...MOTHER: Esme Mariee Smith || 47 || School Teacher
FATHER: Johnathan Coal Smith || 49 || Factory Worker
SIBLINGS: Emerl Jackson Smith || Male || 8 || School/Helps out at a Breeder Farm
OTHER: -
BADGES: None
RIBBONS: None
HISTORY: Angela Bella Smith was born just like any other child; in a hospital to two loving parents, Nicole and James Smith, of whom loved their new-born daughter at first sight. It was, however, fatal that she was born with a heart condition that proved sadness to both parents. If she was able to make it through her first month of life, she would be unable to actually run and play like many children would. Her lungs would hold her back because they wouldn't be able to give enough oxogyen to the heart, either. Which is what her father was afraid of; while her mother didn't mind the gender of their baby, nor the heart condition, her father thought it was because she wasn't a boy, as many would say. He was hoping for one, and though he loved his daughter, he wished largely for a son.
In the next few years that followed after this, Angela was watched very carefully by her parents day and night. She needed constant monitoring in case of heart failure, and this often exhausted her parents. There was only twice in incident in which she was rushed to the hospital; once when she was three, when she was caught in her crib having starting choking on her own spit, and once when she was eleven because she was trying to evade bullies. This worried her parents dearly, and from the time she could walk, she was either accompanied by an adult or knowable Pokemon, or placed in her room with a monitor and perhaps a small Pokemon who would alarm an adult if she started acting funny.
Elementary school was pretty simple in the least. There were days were she could sit on the swings and watch the other child play while talking to others, maybe go down the slide a couple of times, and then there were days where she had to stay inside because of the weather, even though it was a completely nice day to merely need to wear a light jacket. The adults only thought of her safety, though, she had to agree with that. In third grade, her grandma gave her some sketch books, writing paper and some drawing and writing materials since she really couldn't have any outside equipment. Because she was usually locked in her room most of the time, she used her time to practice drawing, and she has seemed to have gotten better at it through the years.
In fifth grade, things started going down a little. Many of the kids began teasing her because she couldn't run around and play outside like normal kids; she was pale and skin and bones almost, and she was always made cry by these peers. She said nothing of course, because she wasn't like that. Her mother always thought of her as frail, and soon she began believing it. This went on all through middle school, since at the age of ten her parents didn't want her to start her Pokemon journey yet. That was agreeable; she wanted a diploma before she went off anywhere, and doctors said that by the time she hit age twenty, her heart would be strong enough for more outdoor activity. However, things began to climb down hill along with the ninth grade.
The bullying became worse and worse because of high school. People began making fun of her more, calling her stupid because she rarely spoke to anyone, always caught up in drawing and homework. She was made fun of for her basic appearance; her paleness and her physical weight, many girls saying she was too fat to ever be loved. When she questioned her parents about her weight, they said she was fine, though that confirmation didn't seem enough. And because too much physical movement meant that she could go to the hospital, she couldn't fight back when some of her peers began pushing her around in the halls and outside of school. Soon she became depressed because she thought no one liked her, and then the anorexia hit her, and it hit pretty hard.
Because she didn't have much mass and weight to begin with, no one really noticed at first how much weight she was loosing. Though her father questioned her a couple times, she ultimately denied it. However, at the age of fifteen, she began having an "attack" during school; her heart began to fail, and she began coughing up blood. By the time the paramedics got there, she had already passed out from not enough food and her heart failing to hold her. She awoke at the hospital, her mother crying and her father standing behind her, arms folded and head shaking. She could remember one conversation between the two the week she was at the retched place; they thought she was asleep, and her father was saying that he was tired of it all, wanted it all to end because of what he was being put through.
Now this upset the girl dearly. She truly loved her father, she really did. Looked up to him. Hell, she was daddy's little girl, you could ask anyone whom knew the girl growing up; if she asked for anything from the man - which was rare within it self, seeing as how she knew that most of the house hold money went to her hospital bills - she would get it. She wasn't a spoiled brat; she just thought that her father loved her that much. After she was stable enough to go back home, she remembered crying her self to sleep for the two weeks that she was to stay home to rest. She began doubting everything her father once told her. But that wasn't like her, to doubt things that her parents told her; in fact, she soon began blaming her self for the things that happened to her family.
In the weeks leading up to her sixteenth birthday, she began thinking that perhaps there was some way to cure her illness sooner. Becoming a traveler with Pokemon was out of the question; she was still too sick for that. Her parents would never want her to get tested more than she needed, and she had already been through enough already. She wanted to make her parents happy and smile again, no matter what it took. A week before her sixteenth birthday, he packed nessesaties and suck out of the house in the dead of night; her parents sound asleep. She hadn't a clue where she was going, and she didn't seem to care; with an inhaler, some medicine, some money and extra clothes, she was on her way.
It was only a few months and well past her sixteenth birthday that fate would have her in her grasp. She had managed to sneak aboard a bridge that landed in Lilycove City in the region of Hoenn. She her self was surprised. It wasn't long after that she ran into an old man seemingly having troubles carrying his items back to his home. Being kind-hearted, Angela instinctively went and helped to his home just outside of Lilycove. Along the way, they began talking about their lives, and Angela began to spill some of the beans. The man thought that she looked like she wasn't around here, and said to her that she looked as healthy as anyone near the waters that he had seen before. She merely blushed at the complement.
When they arrived at his home, he at first tried to pay the girl for her good deeds, which ended in failure. Coming in and staying a while wasn't an option; even he admitted that he would sound like a perve for asking so without so little information on her. So instead, he gave her a card with an address on it. He said that it would help her in her quest to become healthy. She instantly thanked him and was quick to be on her way. It wasn't long before she found her self just outside of Foretree. It seemed back in the woods that she had to trek, a large abandon building sitting out in the middle of nowhere. It looked safe in a sense that no one was around, mostly because Pokemon were seen climbing in and out of broken windows. They didn't seem too strong; merely bug-types and fire evolution flying and grass types. So, against her better judgement, she wondered inside.
For a moment, everything was quiet. Then, all of a sudden, the dark began darker as something was lifted over her head, something over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her hands were tied as well her legs. Due to the stress on both her and her heart, and the lack of oxogyen, she imediantly blacked out. When she awoke, there at first was a bright light, before everything came clear. A few men were standing above her, and her limbs were tied down to some chair as they tried to question her as she awoke. At first she panicked a little, in fear of what they were going to do to her, but as she listened, she began to try to speak with them; telling them how she wanted to become stronger because of her heart failures, how she wanted to make her parents proud, her father proud. One of the men spoke, saying that they had just the thing for that.
In the next few months that followed, these scientists they were called ran her through a series of tests - though not too rough on her part - for agility, strength, and stuff like that. Turned out that under neath that old decrepit building was a whole lab system, with many other workers. Others were there, too; many normal people, others hybrids of Pokemon and humans, who really seemed depressed, as well as Pokemon and Pokemon hybrids. She never dared asked what this was all about, just went along for the joy ride, thinking that once she was free, she could return home to her parents where they could live a normal life like she had always wanted to. However, that was not the case in this labrotory, where something just seemed bound to go wrong. And it did, to her dismay.
They put her in the operating table at close to seventeen years of age; she had been there almost a year, and wasn't looking any better than she had been. They said that this operation would make her well again, make her look pretty and beautiful like she had always wanted. With a girl wanting for her dreams to come true, Angela wasn't going to say no to this. She was put under antithesis, and she was out for quite some time. When she awoke, she was in a hospital room, feeling dizzy and hurting. One of the "doctors" said that that sort of thing was normal for coming out of something like that. However, the first thing she wanted wasn't liquid, or to hear how it went, but how she looked in the mirror. And what she saw when they held a full body mirror up shocked her and horrified her.
Her soft brunette had turned a solid green, her green eyes changed into a yellow color. Long and sharp leaves grew off of her arms, just below her wrists. And from behind? A large tail. It was true, her skin grew a little darker, her body a few more inches. But that didn't change the fact that now she looked like a hideous freak. Her heart problem was merely solved; due to the sight, she ended up fainting, awakening in normal clothes in a cage, all strings still attached. One of the scientists explained to her that in order for her to get better, they had to change her. But make her a freak? That was unbelievable. She went back into a depression, barely eating, barely moving and doing any more tests. She was wasting away again, as she had before the incident. She wanted to go home, back to comfort, back to sanctuary, but the scientists needed her to stay for "specific reasons."
They wouldn't even allow her freedom.
However, it was a few weeks after her seventeenth birthday that came her lucky break. A trio of Tyranitars had escaped some of the worker's clutches, and they were unable to contain them. Many of the large scale Pokemon had been acciendtily been released, along with some of the experiments and such. Due to the frenzy, many of the cages were opened because of the alert, none of the doors guarded. Angela dashed out when she could, tearing off anything that could help the men track her. She could only remember running for a time before she awoke in a clearing, passed out with a few Pokemon eying her curiously. She seriously wasn't that bad, was she?
After healing, she came to her senses that no one in the world could help her now, and all she could do was escape home. But with no money and no items, that would be difficult. She had learned of Poke'Morphs - of which she was called - to be a discrase of the community; she couldn't face others like this. The young women resorted to stealing and hiding for a few years, until the end of her twentyth year. She had saved up enough money, as well as found some new skills of her own, she headed back to Kanto, hiding her self often in a cloak when going into public. There was only one time where she was caught; it was by a group of kids, and she was chased by a fire-type they had. She received a burn on her right leg due to that.
You ever had those moments where you are so excited over something, that you just can't help it? Perhaps Christmas as a child, where you still believed in Santa and you want to get up early just to open presents faster to see if you've been good that year, but you only find some tube socks, underwear, clothes, and perhaps a little coal? That's what Angela felt like as she crept through the woods, to where her old house was. She was able to sneak through town and learn that her parents still lived there, happy as could be and still together. However, she never got to the worst part as she found her self in a tree, observing the scene the lay before her.
At first, she thought it to be one of her cousins of the sort, of perhaps baby sitting. But her father wouldn't run around and play with even a friend's child like that; rough housing and rolling on the ground, the child looked no younger than four or five, maybe six. It wasn't until after her mother - still young and beautiful as ever - had called the two in, her father telling the child to go on and head in, that the boy called him "daddy." He did look a little like dad, with some features of her like when she was a child. However, she couldn't remember much of anything anymore due to the "surgery" and the time spent in the lab, and after a while she began to think that this wasn't her family. She was wrong, of course, and she wept for what seemed like ever in that tree, before she could move.
She knew that she wasn't welcomed back home; they had already replaced her, and besides, she was a freak anyway. Who would love her? She didn't have any close relatives, and they would merely think the same as that. It was a week into sobbing that she knew that she couldn't live like this anymore; she had no home, and moping nearby it wasn't helping. She thought that perhaps she could find somewhere in which they could help her turn back to normal, and make sure that she didn't have any heart problems anymore. Although her hopes were not high, she decided that it was the best thing to do; with some extra clothes and money, the Pokemorph set out on a journey that she knew she would never find an end to, and merely thought that if she couldn't find it, at least she could die trying.....Leave Out All The Rest
[/size]Hands Held High Into A Sky So Blue...POKEMON TRAIT:Because of her years away training, Angela was able to learn the scarce move that only a few Pokemon are able to learn; Leaf Blade. She had learned to make the long leaves on her arms to sharpen enough to chop down a fairly sized oak tree. However, she only uses this in case of self-defense, though depends more on her Pokemon for doing something like that for her.
Due to her uncanny strength from being a Sceptile Morph, she is able to use the move Slam with her tail, and can knock a fairly-sized man over if needed. However, she only uses this move in case of self-defense, in which this is her last resort if her Pokemon become too weak to protect her.
SPECAIL ABILITY:Angela can very scarcely understand Pokemon speech. It is just enough, however, to know what they're saying to her, or at least put together words into a sentence. She is getting better at it.
....Ocean Opens Up To Swallow You
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