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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:27 am
☠☠☠☠ Solange ☠☠☠☠
☠Name: Solange ☠Nickname: Snips, Talon, Sol ☠Gender: Female ☠Stage: Adult ☠Sexuality & Status: Bi & Married to Urban ☠Height: 6'0" ☠Weight: Light appearance, but hefty due to muscle ☠Nature: Eager
☠Likes: Warmth Fighting Hunting Being Respected Spicy food Most music
☠Dislikes: Clinical visits General visits Being surprised Sweets Electric pokemon Shopping
☠Skill Set: FireFang Ember Inferno Giga Impact (TM6cool
☠Personality: Sol is no longer as aggressive as she was in her youth, though she can be snippy from time to time, and has grown into a full blown sassy b***h. Now that she's grown, she's reached a level of maturity that helps her to come up with logical retorts to her enemies words instead of going in for the kill right off the bat.
Handle with care; She has been known to bite.
Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:38 am
Houndour
National Number: 228 Type: Fire / Dark Abilities Early Bird / Flash Fire / Unnerve Weaknesses:Fighting / Ground / Rock / Water Resistances:Ghost / Steel / Fire / Grass / Ice / Dark Immunity(s)Psychic Height: 2' 0" Weight: 23.8 lbs Species: Dark Pokemon Base Stats: HP: 45 ATK: 60 DEF: 30 SATK: 80 SDEF: 50 SPD: 65 Evolution: ██████ Houndour ---> lvl 24 ---> Houndoom
"It is smart enough to hunt in packs. It uses a variety of cries for communicating with others." -Pokedex (Black/White)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:00 am
Growths / Updates
☠ July 13, 2012 : Solange became a confident teenager! ☠ April 09, 2012 : Houndour found Jirachi's star and transformed! ☠ June 23, 2011 : Houndour (Solange) Arrives!
Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:01 am
Relationships
Name: Blake
Blake: "Smart and sensible. He seems trustworthy."
Name: Habika
Habika: "Clingy, annoying, too talkative, etc...Pretty adorable, though."
Name: Myrrh
Myrrh: "Perverted creep."
Name: Jayme
Jayme: "A flipping adorable sweetheart. If someone so much as makes him cry, heads will roll."
Name: Zevian
Zevian: "Bi-polar as hell. One minute he's a complete and total jerk, the next he's decent to talk to. What's his deal?."
Name: Cameron
Cam: "He's close to Urban, and he's pretty cool."
Name: Dream
Dream: "He's as good as an older brother to me, and just as annoying!"
Name: Urban
Urban: "Where can I even start? He's the most amazing, infuriating, devilish man I've ever met, and I wouldn't have him any other way."
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:09 am
Trainer!
Name: Cordelia Norr Nickname: Core, Cordy Gender: Female Age: 19 Sexuality & Status: Who knows? She's single. Body type: Tall, skinny and flat-chested. Athletic. Occupation: Trainer / Pokemon Photographer
Likes: Insane stunts, visiting new places, late night visits, warm weather Dislikes: Sweets, arguments, berries (she's allergic to most)
Personality: Cordelia is an odd ball. She's energetic, attentive, sarcastic, and respectful. It's always been her goal in life to do good by others, even if they don't quite get it at the time. Much like if she was trying to impress a boy, instead of being coy, she'd walked right up to him and start flirting. And if she wanted to battle, well, you'd best be ready!
She's also a fan of performing impossible stunts just to get a rise out of the crowd. It's always been her dream to jump through a hoop of fire, and so far her mother has been wise enough to keep her from doing so.
History: When Cordy was just a young girl her father passed on, leaving her mother alone to raise two rambunctious girls. Added to that mix was her sister's protective Magmar, and her mother's prize Ninetales' sisters.
Despite being a flying type herself, Wendy encouraged a love of fire types in her daughters, something she'd always had a passion for. They studied together, went on trips to see exotic Poke'mon from other lands, and when Cordy was old enough, her mother allowed her to keep one of her Ninetales' egg as her own.
Unfortunately, once it hatched, the young Vulpix didn't take to her and instead was placed on the show bracket with his mother and Aunt. To this day Dream has still not taken up with Cordelia, and prefers to preen at home.
When she left for her journey, her sister had already gone on into the field of research, and both of her mother's female Ninetales had passed. At first, Cordelia didn't want to leave her mother alone at the house with no other company, but Dream. However, the older woman insisted the two got along well, and sent her youngest into the world.
While out on her own, Cordelia soon discovered Solange, and after beating the Houndour in a race it was decided the two would travel together. It's been a long, brutal road, and even though she has still yet to become a Poke'mon master, Cordelia has picked up a lucrative career in the world of photography.
Family: Wendy Norr (Mother - Airplane Pilot), Dale Norr (Father - Deceased), Olivia Norr (Older sister - Pokemon Researcher - Fire type)
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 6:57 am
Requirements!
=Pokemon
2 Weeks Time (June 23 - ??) 1 Journal Set Up - Done! 1 Decision on Gender - Female! 1 Solo RP - Done! 1 RP with another Pokemon - C.A.I.Z.U. 1 Receiving a Star from Jirachi - Done!
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2 Months Time (April 9 - June 9) 1 Response to the growths/changes caused by the star they found. 4 PDs - Castor and Pollux, Myrrh, Habika and Blake, and 2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries 1 Skill Learned - 1 Evolution! - Becoming a Houndoom!
Hair Style: Same as before, just longer; longer side bangs and her braid should come to her knees.
Eyes: Red
Attitude/Nature: Still snarky and pretty bitchy, but WAY calmer. Like, WAY WAY calmer. Even happy!
Clothing Style: Japanese [url=http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/KawaiiKIsa/22.jpg]Yankee[/url] bandaged top, white leather jeans, and a red leather over coat that is either a half coat (torso length stops at bust line) or trenchcoat length. Sleeves should be rolled up to elbows, though.
Body Style: Tall, fairly curvy
Pokemon Features: Tail, fangs, ears, horns
Reqs are [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=21717413]here![/url]
Solange crept across the hardwood floor with her body as low as possible, ears ever on the alert. It felt odd to be back “home”; back in the home of her trainer and the one’s she called family. Whilst everyone around them was hugging, crying, and sharing gossip, Snips was just ready to leave. This little home in the woods…it wasn’t for her. Her home was one the streets with her pack; guarding, defending and stealing what they needed to survive. This place was too warm, and the houndour really needed some air.
“Leaving so soon?” A voice purred from the shadows. Solange nearly jumped out of her skin. There, in his favorite spot by the window, was Dream. The ninetails may have belonged to Cordelia’s mother, but he was world famous for his Pokemon fashion ad campaign. He was viewed as the epitome of his kind, and to an extent, fire types in general.
And unfortunately, the longer Snips looked at him, the more she realized he hadn’t been looking at her so much as the mirror she was currently blocking. Still, when he waved her closer with his paw she came. “Would it bother you if I did? Leave, I mean?”
He laughed, tossing his main into the air conditioned atmosphere. “Heavens, no! It would just mean that there would be one less mouth around to steal my food.” Dream curled his lip. “Between you and that horrid Chimchar I barely get a moment alone to bask in my own glory.” To make his point, Dream tossed his head into the moonlight, shedding light on his glistening fur and all nine of his tails.
He made Solange sick. How could someone with so much potential be content to live like this? Pampered, without a care in the world? He had the world at his paw, and he didn’t even have to get up if he didn’t want to. Still, she jumped up onto his windowsill, making sure to squeeze herself in really tight so that he was forced to hang off the back side. “Well, then, I guess I’ll just have to stick around a little longer, won’t I? I can’t have you getting bored, Dream.” Turning in a circle, Solange nestled down beside the fuming Ninetails, her face less than an inch away from his. The silence was deafening, but she wasn’t letting up. Just because she wanted some time to adjust didn’t mean she was going anywhere, and besides, who was he to tell her when to go?
“You’re an a**.” He stated bluntly.
“You’re on the right track, but I don’t think that’s the right word.”
He growled and turned his face to the window before drifting off at the sound of her chuckling.
Solange was only aware that she’d drifted off herself when she felt herself waken under a bright light of a camera. She sat up, furiously rubbing at her eyes while Dream made a noise between a moan and a scream of embarrassment. Apparently, she’d fallen asleep on his head and his lovely furry mane was dripping with drool. Of course, when the women woke up, they just HAD to have a photo shoot.
As soon as they showed the two Pokemon the pictures Dream shot up from his perch and ran outside. Solange just laughed, and sat with pride with the sun glistening on her fur. “This won’t be the last time, pretty boy,” she murmured, “Not by a long shot.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:24 pm
Pokemon - Entry Two (The Star)
Snips loved Pokemon chow.
She didn’t love the taste or the texture, she actually preferred most trash, but compared to Cordelia’s cooking this was a gift from above. The pair were nestled somewhere in the woods, not too far from the main road on their way to some city or another. Snips really didn’t care for details; that was Cordelia’s thing. Somewhere out there was the battle of a lifetime, and that was what she wanted to find. She’d already defeated a Nidoking, so what was next? What if Lugia showed itself? Wouldn’t that be awesome?! Licking her lips, Solange stood up and looked around herself. Out there, in those trees, was a formidable foe just waiting to get burned.
With a determined stride, she took off at a run, despite Cordelia’s shouts. What did her trainer know, anyway? She didn’t feel the power, the need for a battle! It burned into Solange’s veins and caused her to leap over fallen logs, dodge gnarled bushes, and escape mud pits.
Then she saw it. She was running full out in a large meadow, with this flash of light keeping up with her in the sky. Unbeknownst to her it was beginning to grow larger, and larger, until it finally started to dive towards her. Solange looked up just in time to panic. What the hell was that thing?! What did it want? She dodged, running through the trees in an effort to escape it . The light that had been chasing her faded into darkness, allowing her a brief moment of rest. Or so she thought. Something crashed down through the leaves ahead, giving her just a moment to look up before her world faded to black.
The warm winter sun filtered through the thick bay windows, illuminating the dust particles that danced in the air of the stagnant room. Under a mound of covers, Solange groaned and rolled over, reaching out for a t-shirt on the floor beside her. When she sat up to pull the cloth over her, she noticed one of two things; the first being Cordelia’s old shirt, her new sleeping gown, would not go past her bust, and the second being a mop of white hair covering her shoulders.
It took all of two seconds for Solange to panic and fall out of bed. In the moments that followed she scrambled to her feet and ran like hell for Cordelia’s adjoining bathroom. At the moment, they were staying with her mother and the two girls had been sharing a room, as per usual. When she skidded across the unseasonably cool tiles, she turned to look in the mirror and instantly stilled.
Where they had once been a scrappy little brute of a child stood a buxom young woman. She leaned against the counter, fully aware now that the cool marble brushed up against her hips. Somehow along the night she had become completely nude, much like she did every night, but suddenly it seemed…intimate. Solange reached out to touch her face in the reflection. Her face was angled; a sharp contrast to the gender ambiguous form she’d had before.
She tilted her head, noticing that not only had she grown, but she had evolved as well. That was enough to keep her from panicking. With cautious excitement, she reached up to cup her horns, and giggled nervously. It happened! It wasn’t how she wanted it to happen, but she had evolved, never the less!
“Solange, are you awak-? Solange?”
The teen could hear Cordelia in the other room, and after taking a deep breath, called the other into the bathroom.
“I swear, if you’re planning on showing me something nasty – OH ARCEUS.” Cordelia scrambled out of away from the door and reached out for her desk chair, only to have it tip back and send her crashing to the floor.
Solange followed after her and offered a hand, only to have Cordelia slap it away. “W-w-hat in the hell happened to you?”
“Puberty?” Solange tipped her eyebrow and bent down before her trainer to fold her arms on top of her knees.
“You’re taller than me.”
“It happens.”
“….You have bigger…”
“So? Just means I can’t wear your clothes anymore.” Solange shrugged. Cordelia sat up, looking suspiciously at her Poke’friend. “You’re taking this a lot better than I thought. Wasn’t it you that thought this change to be a…a ‘plague on Poke’mon everywhere’?”
Solange grinned, and tipped her head, flashing off her newly acquired horns in the daylight. “That was before I evolved.”
“…That’s it? THAT’S why you’re not panicking? Does that kind of thing even matter anymore?”
“It matters to me.” She said sternly. “It’s what I’ve wanted my entire life, and now I have it. I can die in peace.”
Cordelia paled. “You-You’re not-“
Solange cut her off with a chuckle. “No, I’m not dying. At least, not literally. I think I may die when I have to go shopping, though.”
At that, Cordelia smiled. “You’re in luck. I know just the dress that would look rocking on a body like that.”
Solange’s smile was as fake as the best American Dubbing on most Chinese movies. “I can’t wait.”
Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 4:01 pm
Teenage Entry One
It wasn’t every day that Mitsuru went into the town at the edge of her forest. The bustling little village was practically overflowing with life as it soaked up some of the good warmth that came as a surprise in the winter months. After finding a safe spot to rest behind a Baker’s shop, Mitsuru set out to find warmer clothes.
Actually, she made quite the spectacle. More than a few sets of eyes turned her way as she flitted around from shop window to shop window. She was small, even for her age, and covered with dirt. The clothing she currently wore was nothing more than a torn white dress, a pair of large rain boots and a men’s suit jacket. Still, the stares didn’t stop her from putting her grubby hands all over the windows as she “oohed” and “awed”, even if she was ultimately chased away.
“Hey kid, watch where you’re going!”
Mitsuru had been so keen on getting away from the latest angry woman with a broom that she hadn’t seen the Houndoom she’d ran into. The two stumbled, and she vaguely noticed that the other was….”Hey, hey!” She grabbed onto the Houndoom’s hands, which were wrapped in leather gloves, and smiled bright. “You’re a freak, just like me!”
Solange rolled her eyes. “Awesome,” she grumbled. It was just like her to run into another Poke’kid, right when she was already in the midst of such an awesome winter vacation. “Woah, I am not a freak, and neither are you. You’re gross, but you’re not a freak.”
Mitsuru just smiled, nowhere near ready to let go of the jewel she’d discovered. Judging by the Houndoom’s winter wear she was well taken care of, and that’s exactly what she wanted to hear. “Yes we are. We’re not normal, but then we’re not their normal.” She pointed to a family of humans at the café across the street. The sneer she gave was mildly amusing to Solange. “But, but, you can help me, right? I keep trying to get these things, like you, but every time I do they chase me out.” Her grubby little hands couldn’t let go of those gloves; they were just so warm!
When a gust of wind so cold that Articuno would have frozen solid mid-flight came by, Solange knew what she had to do. She grabbed the little hand in hers, drug it into the nearest shop, and pulled out a change purse. “I was going to try to save this, so I could visit a friend again, but you need it more.” Without waiting for a response, Solange opened Mitsuru’s hand, and sat it in her palm. “It’s not much, but it should help you get what you need.”
“Excuse me, miss,” The shopkeeper hesitantly stepped forward, unsure of what to say. The older girl was alright, but it was the younger one, the one who was leaving stains on her rug that made her worry.
Mitsuru’s elated eyes turned to worry as she grabbed onto Solange’s coat and hid behind the bigger girl. “I-I don’t think I should be here…” She whispered, looking up at the Houndoom. “I was here before, and she doesn’t like me.”
Solange ruffled the mop of green hair and turned fiery eyes on the shop keep, “Listen up. You’ve already turned away a helpless child once, and if you don’t want to find out what this cheap s**t looks like on fire I suggest you help me find this girl some clothes.” Her tail flipped aggressively behind her.
The older woman gulped and nodded, ushering the two of them towards the children’s section. At first, Mitsuru didn't know what to think. Humans were beginning to not look so bad in her book, but that didn't mean she liked being surrounded by them. These clothes, though, were gorgeous! It didn't take her long to pick out a couple sweater dresses, a pair of boots and leggings, as well as a nice, big, fluffy yellow coat.
Solange paid for the load, despairing at the sight of her empty wallet, but happy to see the grin spread out on the girls face. When Mitsuru tried to put on her coat, Solange put a hand on her shoulder. “How about we get you cleaned up first.”
Mitsuru nodded, and when she smiled, her flowers begin to glow. In fact, sprouts begin to spread out among her hair until her head looked like a mini Gracidea bush. “Thank you so much.” That gratitude she felt in that moment was overwhelming. She’d made friends since her transformation, but never one that had done so much for her, without asking for anything in return.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” The stares of the onlookers was getting to her, and with a hurried urge, Solange led Mitsuru back to the hotel she shared with Cordelia.
She just hoped they packed enough soap.
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Teenage Entry Two
It had been a few days since Mitsuru had come to stay with her new friend Solange, and so far she couldn’t imagine anything worse. The lodgings they had were a moderate hotel in the center of town where the walls were as thin as paper, and the floors creaked. At first, the little Shaymin had been curious of her surroundings, but after two days she just wanted to leave. But how? If she just left they would think her rude. Cordelia had already bought her a new winter wardrobe, scrubbed her squeaky clean and even trimmed her curls!
At the moment she sat on the edge of a desk and swung her legs. When a car honked outside she squealed and jumped up, straight into Solange’s arms.
The Houndoom had known something was screwy with this kid from the moment she ran into her on the street. She wasn’t an average Poke’kid, that was for sure, and from the way she tended to stick to the plants in the hallway it was obvious she didn’t belong in the city. With Cordelia out, it fell on Solange to play “adult” and get to the bottom of it all.
Mitsuru wrapped her arms around the older girl’s waist, protesting visibly when she was pried away with strong dark arms, only to be picked up instead. Solange moved to the desk chair by the window and sat, coddling the little girl on her lap. “I want to go home,” Mitsuru admitted at last. Her voice was small and timid, a far cry from her usual brash behavior. She latched onto Solange’s braid and played with the end while the Houndoom shifted into a more comfortable position.
“Well, where is your home?”
“I…don’t exactly have one.”
“Then why are you…?”
“It’s just a feeling,” Mitsuru placed her palm over her chest. “In here. I’m getting really close. It’s just over the mountain.” She looked out the window once more at the looming terrain outside. While a mountain was indeed close to the tiny snow covered village, it was more than a full month’s walk on foot.
The thought worried Solange. “There is no way in hell I’m letting you go there alone, so just forget it.” When Mitsuru started to protest, Solange cut her off. “Cordelia has a car, so we’ll drive you. I’m not really sure what kind of crazy mapping mumbo jumbo you’ve got going on, and I’m not sure I want to know, but I DO know you’ll never make it on your own. Kid, you almost froze to death already!”
Mitsuru pouted and hopped off Solange's lap only to turn, hands on hips, a look of adorable determination on her face. For the first time her clear green eyes were set on a goal that she wasn't likely to stray from. "You can drive me," she pointed to the older girl. "BUT you can't stay. It's something I want to do by myself."
"By yourself?" Solange huffed and rolled her eyes. "You can't do anything by yourself. You were half starved, frozen, and begging for someone to talk to you when we met. You've been on your own for too long." She sat forward, and motioned with her hands. "Look, why don't you let us come with you? We can help you find whatever it is you're looking for, and then you can come back to stay with us. Cordelia said it was fine, and I know I wouldn't mind having you around."
Like it or not, the Houndoom had become terribly attached to the little Shaymin. It was almost like having her old pack back; at least, the younger ones. They looked up to her, depended on her, and thought the world of her. She'd thought that Mitsuru was the same way, but apparently she was different.
"No!" Mitsuru snapped. When she realized how aggressive her tone had become, her flowers darkened and she slapped her hands on top of her mouth. "I just...I really like you guys, but I want to do this myself. It's something I really, really need to do."
Solange tossed up her hands and stood up, her heeled boots clicking on the wood as she started across the room. She'd meant to leave, to get some fresh air before she exploded, but all she ended up doing was pacing about like a caged animal. She couldn't argue with Mitsuru; it was her life and she had to make her own choices, but did that mean she couldn't watch over her? Be there for her?
Suddenly, Solange stopped and turned on the anxious girl. "We're going to drive you, but we'll stop wherever you tell us to. In exchange you have to stay safe and come find us sometime in the next six months. Got it?"
Mitsuru could have cried. She ran up to Solange and wrapped her arms around the surly Houndoom. "I will, I will! You'll see; I'll be just fine."
After a prolonged pause, Solange returned the embrace. "You better be, kid. You better be."
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