Name: Isabela Type: Carracosta Gender: Female Stage: Teen Likes: Teasing, tricks, shiny things Dislikes: Discipline Personality: Isabela is a girl with sticky fingers; a thief hidden behind angelic features. She takes what she wants, when she wants to. She means no harm; she just wants things as her own. She is pretty good at running off with some quality goods.
Status: Single~
Abilities: Bide, Withdraw, Water Gun, Bite, Protect, Aqua Jet, Rollout Type: Water/Rock Body type: Curvy Pokemon Info:Carracosta Tirtouga
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 7:55 pm
Relationships Name, their stage at last meeting/Isabela's stage at last meeting
Solange, A/C - She's really cool, and.. was really nice.
Chloe, T/C - Teaching me to be graceful and lady-like. *snicker*
Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 7:59 pm
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Teen ---> Adult 3 Months Time ( Aug 8 '15 - Nov 8 '15 ) 1 Response to Growth 5 PDs 2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries 2 Skill Learned 1 Evolution!
Name: Isabela
Stage: Adult
Pokemon Breed: Carracosta
Evolving: No more
Gender: Female
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Eyes:
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Clothing Style:
Body Style:
Pokemon Features: Same as current
Teen ---> Adult 3 Months Time ( Aug 8 '15 - Nov 8 '15 ) -DONE 1 Response to Growth 1 5 PDs 2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries 2 Skill Learned 1 Evolution! -No more available
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 9:15 pm
~Child Stage; Skill Learned! ‘Protect'~
Oh, this was bad. So bad. So very, very, very bad! How could she have been so stupid?! She’d been strolling along, and the dress on display in front of the store had just called to her! It was adorable, with pink and green flowers over a powder blue base. Frills on the hem, a bow under the flat bust... It had begged her to take it! To heck with the consequences!
However, the consequences were catching up to her now. Two cacturne were in hot pursuit of her, hollering and making a scene. She hadn’t seen the officers fresh into the academy standing there, just waiting for someone to make a stupid move so that they could show off what they’d learned so far! She had pulled the dress off of the mannequin, just to hold it up and see how it would look on her. Then, she’d started walking away with the dress in hand, and the shouting had begun. Sighing, she was ready to play it cute and pretend she’d simply forgotten to put the dress back, but the looming figures suddenly running at her in their overenthusiastic eagerness frightened her. She’d turned to run, unconsciously gripping the dress in a frightened fist.
Now she really was in a pickle. She couldn’t stop and make the ‘I didn’t realize’ excuse now. They wouldn’t believe her. Waves of Cotton Spores came at her, steadily slowing her down, and using Water Gun on herself wasn’t washing them off. She was slowing down! Her body felt so heavy, though her heart was racing a mile a minute, and her adrenaline was spiked. How was she going to get out of this mess?
Feet feeling like heavy rocks, she yelped as she tripped over them. She stuck out her arms to brace herself, scraping her palms against the sidewalk. With a little whimper, she turned to see where the cacturne were. One of them had calmed down enough to see she was a kid, and was grabbing the arm of the other, who was pointing angrily. Then, something shot out from the accusing hand.
This was bad, bad, bad!!
Isabela shrieked and covered her head with her arms. When nothing happened, she peeked up and gasped with relief. A transparent shield had formed in front of her, the Pin Missile spike stuck in the shield rather than her! She’d used Protect!
The calmer of the cacturne ran over to make sure she was okay. Instantly, Isabela brought up the water works, and burst into frightened girl tears. She blubbered on about how they’d frightened her and she hadn’t meant to take the dress and they could have it back, begging them not to hurt her. The cacturne stroked her hair soothingly, telling her it was okay, while the other stood back looking rather ashamed of himself. In fact, in a fit of guilt, the spike shooting male promised to pay for the dress if she wanted to keep it. In return, she gave them hugs of appreciation and was sent on her way.
After turning a corner, the tears stopped and Isabela’s gleeful smile rose. She had to fight to keep from laughing, muffling her giggles against her new dress~
Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 10:08 pm
~Child Stage Solo 1; The Odd One Out
Isabela had never felt like part of the crowd. The only good thing about blending in was less notice when using her sticky fingers. Back as a tirtouga, she’d been seen as strange with her lack of any color whatsoever on herself. While the others of her kind had blues and greens, she was just white. The others didn’t like her being around, because she attracted the attention of enemies far too easily with the way she stood out. They’d called her seel and wingull, but she just laughed along until they got bored of her indifference. The teasing of her fellow tirtougas, even the carracostas and other undersea pokemon, didn’t faze the little female. She knew she was special!
Now, as this part human thing she was, she was still as white as a seel, but no one particularly noticed or pointed it out to her. It was the large shell on her back that got the attention of the humans. So, now she wasn’t a pokemon anymore, but not a human either. Oh, sure, there were many others like herself walking around. Other pokemon who had grown and developed various human features could be seen in nearly any town! Still, she didn’t feel any particular bond to them. She wasn’t like them! Isabela was Isabela! Always had been, and always would be.
Some tried to label her. Someone with a lot of pink hair had looked her over her first time getting caught stealing some food to eat. She’d been taken to the police station, given a bit of food, and checked out by someone called Nurse Joy. Though the woman was nice enough, Isabela sure didn’t like being examined like some sort of... well, something. Nurse Joy had put a label on her. She was a leucistic tirtouga female. Something about her being so excessively pale compared to regular tirtougas. After the nurse had left, she heard comments about something called an albino with black eyes being talked about down the hall, followed by a bit of snickering. Isabela just sighed and finished eating the food given to her. It was the same here as it was back in the ocean. How annoying...
She’d left the station without permission, simply irritated by the similarities between there and back home.
Since then, she’d had many adventures! As long as she avoided the police station, life really wasn’t so bad! She had as much food as she could steal, she had cute clothes when she could get them, and she even had a few mentors who would help her out once in a while with advice and assistance. She could sleep wherever she laid her head, sit where she wanted to, do pretty much whatever she wanted... She’d adapted quite well to the transition from water life to land life. While she did miss the freedom of being under water, being on land was a completely different kind of freedom. Freedom from her fellow sea pokemon mocking her specialness. Freedom from the sea pokemon that would try eating her!
It didn’t matter that she would sometimes go to bed hungry, or that she was just a child compared to many others, which seemed to be a sort of status on land. It didn’t matter that her possessions amounted to what she carried, or that she had no place to call home... and no one to call family... No. That didn’t.. didn’t matter. She had her freedom...
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 5:17 pm
~Child Stage Solo 2; Finding Her Niche
Isabela kicked a stone along the streets with a heavy pout. “Wasn’t like I did it on purpose,” she grumped under her breath. That vase had just been sitting in the wrong spot! Riff shouldn’t have left it out in the first place if he didn’t want it getting knocked over! He was just being a butt! A stubborn adult! Well, she didn’t need to take that kind of attitude! She could get plenty of attitude elsewhere!
Stomping around wasn’t her ideal pastime, but maybe she could find something new and interesting to bring back. Maybe get back on Riff’s good side? Despite being a stiff, he was pretty cool, and had been teaching her quite a bit. She didn’t want to lose that link just yet. Well, she didn’t think he went to the docks too often, and it’d been a while for herself; she could start there!
Nearing the docks, she raised her face to inhale the salty sea air. It was wonderful... Why did she have to go so far inland?
Her head perked up when she heard the toll of some bell being rung on one of the ships ahead. When she laid eyes on the grand transport, she felt her heart skip a beat. The ship was unlike anything she’d ever seen. It was heading away from the docks, setting out on some new adventure. It had more sails than she could count, billowing as they caught the wind. The body was sleek and smooth, cutting effortlessly through the water like a knife through warm butter. It seemed to fly rather than float. It was amazing.
Isabela walked up to the edge of the docks, jaw slack while gawking at the magnificence before her, heart breaking as it pulled further away.
“You like the tall ships, eh?”
Turning, Isabela looked up at a young teen with a barely there brown beard, skin that seemed to be turning into leather, and twinkling blue eyes like a clear sky. Slowly, she nodded. “That’s called a tall ship?”
The young dock hand nodded. “Aye. They’re not for much more than show anymore these days, but they sure are pretty, eh? Can still be used, but most prefer the ones that carry more weight and use motors to go faster. Nice to not have to depend on the wind to keep moving, but that also takes a bit of the fun out, in my opinion. No motor can replace the feel of the wind's power and the water's push around the rudder.”
Isabela perked up. “Kin I ride one?”
The boy blinked down at the girl and burst out laughing. “Well, go ask your parents, and maybe we’ll see what we can do.”
Looking down at her hands, Isabela shook her head. “Don’t got no parents.” When she looked back up, her expression was determined. “I wanna drive them tall ships!”
Rather astounded, the teen scratched his cheek with confusion. A girl claiming to have no parents suddenly shows up and wants to be on the ships? “You sail those ships, not drive them. You’re not just trying to run away from home, are ya?”
“No! Ain’t got a home. I want the ship ta be home!”
The teen scratched and tugged at his scruffy beard a little more, and smiled. “Well, tell ya what. I don’t have a tall ship like that, but I have a sail boat. It’s a smaller version of a tall ship. Why don’t we start you out with that, and we’ll go from there, eh? I’ll teach you all I know!”
Isabela gave a shriek of delight, and turned with a glowing expression to scan the ocean horizon, gripping the railing with pure excitement. She’d found home...
Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:28 pm
~Teen Stage; Reaction to Changes~
It had been months since Isabela had gone to her new home on the sea, and she was flourishing. Under the care of the teen she’d met at the docks long ago, Isabela grew stronger and smarter and freer. She and the teen, Augustus, went all along the coast in the little sailboat. After a while, they applied to help crew together on a larger sailing ship. It was on this next ship that it happened.
Being a kid, she was tolerated by the adults at first. She pulled her weight, made them laugh, so why not? She was loving her life and having fun and learning all sorts from the seasoned sailors. She grew closer to Augustus and the rest of the crew, and even the captain eventually took her under his wing. Everyone had fallen in love with the fiery little Tirtouga child. She had spunk and drive and a love of the sea. ..That, and she didn’t mind jumping into the water to clean the barnacles off the underside of the boat. Yep, life was good.
One day, out in the middle of the ocean, a sudden storm brewed. The ship was tossed back and forth and side to side, crewmen running everywhere to secure the decks and sails. Isabela was right out there with the crew, fighting against the winds. Still, water was her element. She felt as strong as ever as she raced around. A wave crashed over the edge of the boat, and Isabela heard voices hollering out. She spun around, and watched a handful of the crew get washed over the railing; Augustus among them. Crying out, she ran across the deck, tied off a rope, and dove over the edge herself...
A few hours later, the seas finally calmed, the sky quieted, and the crew took stock. The ship was a wreck, but still afloat. The captain noticed a rope tied to the rail, and went to pull it up. To his amazement, the other end of the rope was clenched in the hand of a rather exhausted Augustus. Clinging to him was another guy, and then another, and then another, and then... Isabela? Pulling the crew up out of the water, everyone couldn’t help gawking. I had to be Isabela, but she looked... different. Her hair was very long, and her dress was too short and far too tight. Thankfully, the captain was able to keep his head and carried her to the medic’s hall right away, soon followed by the other men who had been soaking in the salt water.
When Isabela woke, she knew something was different. She could vaguely recall jumping into the water, gathering her crewmen, she’d gotten them secured to the rope, and then there was this warmth and light before everything went black. Lifting a hand, she felt the bandage on her head where she’d been hit by debris. Looking around, she sat up slowly. Her fellow crewmen were still in the other nearby hammocks, resting after their ordeal. Sighing, she swung her legs out, and paused. They were long! Jumping up, the blanket fell away and she looked down at herself. Her first thought; she’d grown! Second; she'd evolved into a Carracosta now! Third; ..damn, she looked good. Grinning, she turned to look all over at herself. Now this was a woman’s body~ Of course, she had to makeshift out a new dress from the old clothes, but she didn’t mind.
The hardest part was keeping the men on focus. Isabela learned quickly how to break noses and stand her ground on a ship of men away from their ladies back home. It wasn’t long before she had the men dancing under her fingertips. Even Augustus couldn’t help gawking from time to time, but otherwise she was still his pal from the dock that he’s watched grow.
The captain promoted her through the ranks as her influence grew stronger, until she was Quarter Master of the ship. As the ship pulled into port once again, the same place she’s gotten her start with Augustus, she was standing proudly at the bow of the ship, watching the land get closer. Life had definitely gotten better since growing.
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