New Trainer
Emi Inoue
fan-service with a psycho smile
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Post by Emi Inoue on May 29, 2011 13:30:38 GMT 11
Name: Emi Inoue
Age: 22
Gender:Female
Trainer Type: Trainer
Hometown: Vermillion City
Appearance: Emi stands out a little more than normal in a crowd. Ok, a lot more. She stands at an impressive five foot, eleven inches, one tiny inch shy of six feet, something she laments as she’d be even more abnormal. Her figure is something she is rather proud of as well, not the coveted hourglass shape, but a nice pear shape, having a nice bust, thin waist, and pronounced hips. Her skin is naturally pale and marred with thin silvery scars on her back and legs. She treats the ones that can be saved, but leaves the ones that cannot. The most prominent ones are on her back, two that span from her shoulder to mid-back that seems to be claw marks of some kind.
Eri’s face is an oval shape with a delicate chin. Hey eyes are a blue-green colour and are round, often giving her an innocent or surprised expression. Her nose is pretty normal, and her mouth is too, but angled at the corner making her seem a bit pouty. Being the attention-whore that she is, Emi loves wearing make-up to give herself a vampy and dramatic look. She does the full works: mascara, eye liner, blush, and lipstick. However, when she has to go undercover and disguise herself, she goes for a more minimalist approach for a change. Emi loves her hair a bit more than a person should. It’s a startling midnight blue in colour with either pink or deep red streaks in it, depending on how she feels when it’s time to re-do. It is normally styled straight and is a little past waist-length. She likes to wear it loose instead of tied back or in an up-do. She also has bangs that have the tendency to fall into her eyes if she doesn’t pin sections of them back.
Emi’s dress code isn’t exactly modest. She favours teeny tiny micro miniskirts, shirts with less material than a hanky less than modest tops with cleavage baring plunges and sometimes, she forgets her bra but remembers lacy and racy panties, ideal for ‘accidental’ panty shots. When she feels like being respectable, she likes tiny Lolita styled dresses, shortened kimonos with brightly coloured obis. And Emi always wears long socks, to cover the thin wiry scars on her legs.
Personality: Emi is not like any other person that one could meet normally. She is broken, damaged goods. Emi is highly deceptive, pretending to be cute, childish and harmless for one moment, and the next, she is aiming for your jugular. She carries herself in an unusual manner, sometimes it’s a brisk and happy gait, and the others it’s slow and creepy – like she’s planning something, and it’s not very good. At other times, she’s just flashing her assets for anyone who cares to look. She likes to be noticed and is not very happy when she is not noticed. Emi for the most part chooses to stick with a flirty, devil-may-care attitude. Miss Inoue chooses to fly through life as if nothing matters but her self-gratification. And she actually does believe that with the very core of her being.
It is very rare when someone can say that Emi truly likes them. Often times, she sees people as things that have a purpose and can be used and then discarded. People are convenient and disposable, same as (some) Pokémon. However, when she does find people that she likes, she attaches herself to them for good (like the way she attached to her starter, Kami). She refers to people she likes very much as Mama and attaches their name after, if they are female. If they are male she addresses them as Big Brother and attaches their name, should they be male. She does not call them Papa because she never liked her father; in fact, she hated him and had no respect for him. The only reason she would ever call any man Papa would be if she was intent on being extremely derisive. People that come under tolerable are always referred to as a nickname she invented for them, whether they like being called it or not. She really doesn’t care. They should feel privileged that she gave them a moniker to go by.
Emi Inoue is actually so very self-absorbed; she is a border-line narcissist. She is cold, spiteful and sadistic. She will torture someone either physically or psychologically even if she already got what she wanted from them. She believes herself to be the best thing ever since some random person invented the Pokéball. She thinks so very highly of herself that she tells people on first meeting her to call her Master, God, or Goddess Devine. Other people, unless they are extremely spectacular or interesting, cannot stand up to her in her twisted little mind. She never helps people, that is, unless she can get some sort of morbid satisfaction in her aftermath. She loves seeing people in pain, it gives her the warm fuzzies, and it makes her smile. Especially when she gets to invoke the wrath of God (God being herself) with her trusty hammer. Also, contrasting with her dream of becoming a member of Team Rocket, her personality is not suited for being a Grunt. She does not like following orders and is hard pressed to follow them to the letter, often deviating to do something she feels is ‘fun’ – and fun for her is pain for someone else. She is also occasionally random and will do things that in hindsight were not a very good idea – at all. But as long as she had fun, and hurt some people in the process, she doesn’t really give a damn.
In general, Emi is a City-girl at heart. She loves the bright lights and the hustle and bustle. After all, more people and more lights mean that more people can behold her in all her amazing-ness. After all, she is a God. She grew up in a City, so that should be expected. People tend to find her amazingly infuriating or slightly interesting. But deep down, and we mean super deep people, she can be kind of nice… maybe. Possibly. I mean she hasn’t killed Kami, or tried to make him into some sort of breakfast or high class delicacy…Yet…
History: Once upon a time in Vermillion City, Kanto, Emi was born. She was a pretty and lively child that had a nice picture perfect family that loved her and cherished her. Not. Emi was born into a house that was not a home, and would never be. She had a mother that wore the pants and a whimpering wuss of a mess for a father. Her days were not filled with rainbows and sparkles and butterflies. The only hugs she got from her father were when she had to help him to his bed when he stumbled home drunk. The only kisses she got from her mother were when she did something good, like shoplift something expensive from the PokeMart. Other than that, she had to make her own happiness and she did, by dressing up and acting out, make-believing that she was pretty, even though her mommy and daddy told her she wasn’t. Leaving her to her own devices was the second bad idea, it fostered imagination, first pure and then twisted. The first was the drunken beatings, scathing and demeaning words. The parents never gave a thought to how they could warp her little mind. They found out too little too late. But that’s another part of the story.
Then, suddenly one day, Emi was no longer an only child. She was given a drooly little thing they called a brother. She liked him because he smiled a lot and babbled and because of him, the beatings and demands stopped for a while. Things got better. Emi started to go to school. The teachers told her she was pretty and smart, she made friends. And then the little girl eventually realized that her mommy and daddy were complete lying bastards. She was not worthless, people actually liked her and she was smart. But she learned the hard way that saying that at home only earned one a couple extra slaps – not that she cared, she was smarter than the idiots she lived with.
The little girl called Emi loved her little brother lots and lots, and as he got older, mommy and daddy seemed to care about him less. So, Emi took care of him. Then one day she went to school and when she came back he was gone. They told her he died, but never told her how. And everything went back to normal. She missed him a lot and eventually became obsessed with death and dying. Her imagination extended to making things dead and figuring out what caused more pain and what caused less. She liked it almost as much as she had liked her little brother and filled the void his being gone had created. She was happy again, not that it was necessarily a good thing.
When the girl wasn’t so little anymore, she left home, wanting to become a Pokémon trainer. Her mommy and daddy thought that she was just being fanciful and stupid, but left her to her devices - again. And that hurt. You see, despite hating them – they were her parents. She wanted, just once, their approval. But no, they couldn’t bring themselves to give it and that hurt... so much! So Emi decided that she would make them care. She would get strong and become a success and when it looked like they could finally be proud of her... She would hurt them by hurting countless others. The girl had her eyes and her dark little heart set on a pretty uniform with a big red R emblazoned on it... It would just take time to get one... but get one she would.
So, in order to set her plan in motion (as illogical as it was) that girl slowly became less of a girl and more of a monster every day. Her showy ways evolved into flirty and coquettish behaviour. Her hemlines raised, the necks of her shirts plunged. People stared at her, liked her, but she didn’t like them. They were disposable, like she was to her parents. People were also easy to fool. She became manipulative and self-centred and cold. She perfected ways of making others hurt and making things dead. It made her smile. It made her happy – and her parents sad. And that was fine with her. She was so much better now. And she’d keep getting better. So as long as she could travel and get stronger there was a high possibility of her getting her hands on that uniform... Then she’d make everyone sad while smiling and being so very happy and pretty.
The End?
Goals:
- Joining Team Rocket
- Find out what really happened to Benji (baby brother)
- Get a Gengar
- Making her parents cry
and film it
Other Info:
- Emi is bi-sexual, with a preference for women
- Is a HUGE pervert
- Speaks in a monotone (on purpose)
How did you find us?: Arzy lured me with cookies Arzadon
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[M0n:-30275]
artmage
Rawr >3
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Post by artmage on May 29, 2011 13:34:56 GMT 11
APPROVED THIS SLAT. NOW GIT OUT THERE AND GET A MON FOR YOURSELF WHILE WE DEAL WITH YOUR FORMS.
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[M0n:36039]
[Arzadon]
Hey bear. I'm Mike, and your a bear. And we are cool with each other.
Posts: 1,065
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Post by [Arzadon] on May 29, 2011 13:36:34 GMT 11
Accepted.
DAMN YOU ART
Pokémon in Party Charmander Name: Kami Gender: Male Level: 5 Attacks: Scratch, Growl Ability: Blaze Nature/Personality: Naughty
Charmander Name: Thor Gender: Male Level: 10 Attacks: Growl, Tail Whip, Bone Club, Swords Dance Ability: Rockhead OT: Platinum Berlitz Nature/Personality: Cubone was originally a gift to Platinum from her father. This pokemon was picked because of it's excellent talent for battling. Unfortunately, this gladiator pokemon can not control it's temper, and often snaps at things for no reason. Furthermore it always looks for a battle, and can't stand to lose. On the rare occasion that it does lose, Cubone falls into a deep depression. Emi aquired Cubone after beating the crud out of Platinum.
Pokémon Box
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[M0n:36039]
[Arzadon]
Hey bear. I'm Mike, and your a bear. And we are cool with each other.
Posts: 1,065
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Post by [Arzadon] on May 29, 2011 13:41:38 GMT 11
InventoryItem: Poké Ball X5 Item: Great Ball X1 Item: Full Heal X2 Item: Revive X1 Item: Potion X3 Item: Map of Johto Birthday Cake (x1) TM/HM Case ~empty~
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