Fawna Hartley Jul 1, 2015 16:20:08 GMT 11
Post by Fawna on Jul 1, 2015 16:20:08 GMT 11
General Trainer, considering becoming a Ranger
Fawna has all the squishy, huggy loveliness of a stick. Her body is thin and strong, with long arms and legs built for reaching distant hand/footholds, slim fingers and toes designed to slide into any crack for extra purchase. Despite spending most of her time outdoors, Fawna doesn't have much by way of a tan, her skin protected for the majority of her life by the shade of the trees above. The sun that did reach her, way at the top of those trees, left a multitude of freckles across her arms and face. Her hazel eyes tend to squint a little, her ears are too big, and her snub nose has become the victim of the worst of the freckling. Her hair is brown and cut short in a rough hack job performed with a pair of kitchen scissors every few months. Her ability to fall so spectacularly for one who spends most of their time climbing, and to see her without bandages is considered a sign of oncoming doom by the rest of her family.
As far as fashion sense goes, Fawna opts for a strictly functional ensemble. Skirts aren't good for swinging around branches in. Pretty shoes won't make in hurt any less when you fall and twist an ankle. Her usual outfit includes a t-shirt, some shorts, and some old sneakers when shoes are necessary (given the choice she will forgo shoes entirely). Her backpack is older than she is, passed down from child to child, returning once they find what it is that they want to do in life. Special occasions are rare for her, and she will usually mark these things by changing the bandages from plain white to something with cute Pokemon on them. Fancy gatherings and formal dress wear are foreign concepts to her.
Fawna is self-sufficient, to begin with. Her history is one of generally taking care of herself without much assistance from others. She cares for those around her when they don't take the time to care for themselves, and doesn't usually expect much in return. Although she tries to keep a positive spin on such things, she often feels as though perhaps the world is taking advantage of her. These feelings, though transitory most days, have left a lasting impression upon her perception of others, and she is slow to trust and quick to deem others as being untrustworthy. This causes a noticeable gap in her relationships with those beyond her family, one she is slowly working to fix. Given a bit of time, she is certain to develop into someone who will readily befriend those she meets, although that day may be in the distant future.
Growing up among the trees fostered a certain love of adventure in a younger Fawna. The freedom of scrambling from branch to branch, the wind in her hair, the sound of bird Pokemon singing in the leaves, the hasty dodging of the droppings of those Pokemon... all lead her to pursue even greater things. This love was carried along the years up until the present day, although the modern day Fawna finds that climbing no longer quite satisfies that thirst for the extraordinary. Her desires now encompass the world at large, the desire to scale the trunk of life, as it t'were. To sit upon the branches of the many hold fasts of humanity and look down upon her past accomplishments... or something. It might also be noted that Fawna is the furthest thing from a poet imaginable.
And speaking of imagination, she lacks one. For someone who wants nothing more than to see all that the earth has to offer, Fawna is a strong believer in that which she can currently see or has seen in the past. Dirt and wood don't lie, and she trusts the ground beneath her feet, the bark under her palms, more than anything else. Stories of mystical Pokemon who built the earth and the oceans, the universe itself, have no bearing upon her. Tales of underground crime rings or the strength of the IFP mean little to one who has never had to experience the effects of their power. Just dirt. And trees. And herself.
From a young age, Fawna was taught independence. Her parents were a wood carver and a rocket scientist, her eldest brother set off for Lumiose to pursue a career in fashion, while her next eldest brother set off to study ruins across the world. With most of the adult figures in her life either gone or too busy, Fawna took up the role of keeper of the house. That's not to say that she was abandoned or unloved, just the opposite, in fact. She was well loved, and managed to get plenty of contact with her family when their schedules allowed, but also had plenty of free time to learn and grow in her own way. Between learning the basics of doing laundry, making sure her parents were fed, her younger brother changed, and the mysteries of how to prevent stray socks from reappearing, Fawna took the time to read a little bit on the general care of Pokemon, explored the tree tops around her town, and attended school when the mood struck her. Without much by way of regulation, she began to wander aimlessly, until the day of her fourteenth birthday hit and she realized that she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life.
Over the course of a few years, she tried her hand at many a skill. She didn't have much of a talent for wood carving, as her father did, nor did she have a head for numbers and logic, as her mother. Her fashion sense alone rejected the idea of following her eldest brother, and she found no thrill in the art of dusting off old bits of glass and staring at ancient letters. All things considered, it seemed to her that the best option to take up was Training. There was one problem, however. She had never owned a Pokemon. None of her family had, they were simply too busy to take care of one.
Confident that her book knowledge would carry her through, Fawna set about looking for a way to acquire a Pokemon of her very own. She attempted to trade her younger brother for one once (it isn't recommended that this trade be attempted with the local police man), her allowance a second time (her allowance wasn't even close to what the owner was asking), and even once tried to catch a Pokemon with her bare hands (a story which is still told every at every family dinner since that time). Frustrated, Fawna began to search for the slim chance that someone might just be giving Pokemon away to any kid who happened to walk through. It was nigh on impossible. Nobody would ever do something as silly as-
And then she found one.
A professor in New Bark who was, quite literally, giving Pokemon away. For nothing. With nothing else to lose, Fawna collected her allowance and bought a ticket to what she hoped would be a bright new future in... something involving Pokemon, she's sure of that.
To find a bit of direction in life, mostly. Sort out who and what she wants to be. Maybe make some money.
Wishlist: Zorua, Sylveon, Riolu. I'll never turn down a dark type. A Tepig named Lars is my dream. A Pikachu??? Mostly the first three.
How did you find us?:
A listing on a dead site I found on accident (Dragons and Wolves or some such)
Application completed: [YES]