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- ┊☆ ) ＴＨＥ ＢＡＳＩＣＳ ↪
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Hello... A pleasure to meet you, I guess... My name is Phoenix Li Chu, but I also go by a variety of nicknames that have been given to me over the years... Li-Li, Lily, Nix... You can call me by any name you'd like, as long as it's not something ridiculous or embarrassing. I mostly prefer being called Phee or Phee-chan, but only people who are close friends or family to me have the privilege to call me by those. Wildfire was a nickname I used for myself as a sort of alias back in the day, but it's since then faded into obscurity... Blue was the original name I had used for myself when I was younger back at the orphanage, since my parents had never given me a name... That name has long since faded away into the seas of time...
I am a young woman of at least twenty two years of age, with fiery red hair and deep blue eyes. I am about five foot six in height, and weigh around one hundred and five pounds. I'm not at all picky when it comes to love, and can primarily be seen as demisexual, since I tend to not grow too close to someone unless I know them well enough. In reality, though, I am pansexual. Appearances and gender are of no obligation to me, as long as they have a great personality underneath, that's all I could ever ask for in any kind of individual.
┊☆ ) ＩＮＮＥＲ ＬＡＹＥＲＳ ↪
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As far as my personality goes, I would be primarily described as tomboy-ish, street-wise, rough around the edges, and much more.... I suppose that it can be summarized as a sort of conglomeration of the different personalities I have developed over the years through my aliases. Blue was the lonely little girl who shunned the company of people in favor of the comfort that Pokemon brought her, and learned to speak and understand their language. Wildfire was the bold, spitfire of a teen who carved out her own paths with what was given to her, and faced hardship with an iron will and steely determination. And finally... Phoenix is the proud, independent young woman reborn from the ashes, who desires little more than to be with Pokemon and fulfill her dreams. She has grown to develop a strong distrust of human strangers, and often forsakes the company of people in favor of Pokemon. I've forged my own identity through years of toil, tears, and suffering, it's all I've ever known, after all...
However, once I've gotten comfortable enough to let someone else into my own little world, they've earned a loyal friend for life who will stick by their side through thick and thin. I treat those who become good friends to me like family, and I will do absolutely anything for them, whether it's standing up for them against a bully, assisting them in a battle, or taking care of them when they're sick or sad. I'm really a sweet and caring person when one gets to know me well enough, but I hide this side of me underneath the blunt, steely persona I've made for myself after having to live in a time where I've had no one but myself to care for me. I'm more likely to show the softer side when I'm around Pokemon, because oftentimes I feel like I can trust them more than I can trust other people. Not to mention the time I've spent caring for Pokemon has allowed me to feel a closer bond with them, and I treat any and all Pokemon with kindness and respect.
I hate showing any form of weakness, and I will often push others away when I am angry or upset. As a woman of pride and dignity, I refuse to show any form of vulnerability around others, no matter how badly I might need their help. I often seek out places of solitude whenever I feel like all of the pent-up emotions are about to get the better of me, or 'overflow' as I usually say.
I don't know my exact date of birth or where I was exactly born, but it all started on the 4th of May in the small town of Floccesy in Unova. My past has been a rough and tumble sea of event after event. I never knew who my parents were, I... just always assumed that they were dead, or had abandoned me... Instead, I was raised in an orphanage along with other children who had lost their parents or had been abandoned. Many of the orphanage kids bullied and teased me, making fun of my unusual hair color (it's natural, not dyed) and pointed ears, calling me names like 'freak' and 'demon'... and those weren't even the worst of it... They would throw stones at me, and some even made crude crosses so that they wouldn't be afflicted by my 'demon's curse'. Embittered by how the other children singled me out as being unfit to associate with 'normal society', I made it a habit to avoid people altogether. I never talked to anyone, I avoided eye contact with everyone, I completely alienated myself from others... What little comfort I had in those times was when I would sit over by the brick wall surrounding the orphanage, listening to the wild Pokemon talk with each other in the woodlands beyond. However, my life started to take a turn for the better when I noticed a small Pokemon, a Skitty, being tortured by a couple of the children who had bullied me before. They had been throwing rocks at it, and I immediately intervened, taking a good few hits from the rocks as I stepped in to protect the little pink cat Pokemon before I picked it up and ran with the bullies on my trail.
I managed to lose them, however, as I took the little Skitty into my room and patched up the wounds it had received from being pelted with stones. Much to my surprise, however, the injured 'Skitty' revealed itself to actually be a Zorua using its Illusion ability to avoid drawing attention to itself. It had been foraging for food, since it hadn't gotten much to eat in at least a week, and had gotten surprise-attacked by the children when it had wandered onto the orphanage's playground on accident. Feeling sorry for it, I gave it some of the berries I kept with me to snack on between meals, feeling that the two of us shared something in common. We were both misfits, outcasts, abandoned to fight and survive on our own in this cold, cruel world... Each day, whenever I was able to get some alone time, I would nurse the Zorua and feed him until he was in much better health. The Zorua has since then been indebted to me for protecting and caring for him when he was in desperate need, and he looks up to me as if I were a foster mother of sorts. I named the Zorua Klaus, and since then we have been an inseparable duo. I've grown to think of Klaus as the little brother I never had, and I was glad to have finally made a friend that I could trust and spend time with instead of being mostly alone every day.
Despite gaining a new friend, my life at the orphanage remained very much the same, having to deal with children bullying me and such... But now I had a loyal friend and partner to aid me in times of trouble, and Klaus would stand by my side to defend me on many occasions despite usually being outmatched. As the years progressed, I soon started taking Klaus outside at night to train, so that he could become stronger and be able to better utilize his powers, and perhaps even evolve into a Zoroark someday. It was during one of these late night training sessions that I met the second friend I have ever made in my life, a boy about two years older than me named Clark Kinsen. Clark was better known as the neighborhood lone wolf at the orphanage, as he usually preferred to avoid hanging out with the other children. He wasn't bullied by anyone though, it was just that he pushed anyone and everyone away from him with his cold, blunt, despondent personality. I learned that he'd been that way ever since his parents had died in the fire that had completely destroyed his family's house, and he seemed glad for once in his life to meet a kindred spirit in return. It turned out that Clark also snuck out late to train his Pokemon partner, his female Growlithe named Ashira, and he challenged me to a battle to test how strong our partners were. Though it was a tough battle, it ended up as a draw since neither of our Pokemon were able to knock out the other. Needless to say, Clark was impressed by my skills with Pokemon, and the two of us formed what was at first a rivalry as we worked to get stronger and tried to one-up each other on multiple occasions. As we trained and battled, the rivalry soon blossomed into friendship, and eventually we became so close, we were almost like brother and sister to each other. Clark and I have since been tight-knit friends and family, and I ended up being the first friend he had ever made since his arrival at the orphanage.
But while we trained our beloved Pokemon partners, we were also formulating an escape plan... I had no desires to waste away the rest of my life in the orphanage that had also served as my prison for fourteen years, and I wanted to get out and see the world, live out my life as I had always wanted... Untied and unburdened, free to go wherever I please without consequence... Clark desired the same as well, and we immediately set to searching for and planning out possible escape routes. The orphanage grounds were primarily unguarded at night, and we were easily able to avoid what little security they did have whenever we snuck outside at night to train. Our primarily obstacle was the brick wall that served as the only border between the grounds and the woods beyond, but it was far too tall for us to possibly jump over and there was no way for us to climb it either... So we decided to dig our way underneath it, since that was the only viable escape route that would allow us to completely bypass the wall. With that in mind, we set to putting our plan into action. We would spend the day hoarding food, materials, and other things we might need and hiding them in a secret area that only we knew about, and we would spend the night digging our way underneath the wall with our Pokemon and whatever tools we had. We even had to use our bare hands on multiple occasions, and I remember how that often lead to me getting into trouble with the orphanage's matron whenever she caught me with dirt under my fingernails. It was tough, tedious, and time-consuming work that took weeks on end, but it was well worth it when we finally broke through to the other side. With the taste of sweet freedom within reach, we took all of the stuff we had gathered over that span of time, squeezed our way through our makeshift underground passage, and took off into the woods.
Our travels brought us far and wide, living wherever we could find a place to stay and getting by with whatever we could scrounge up between the two of us. The streets became our home, and Clark and I adopted aliases now that we were fugitives, which was how I came to be called Wildfire back in those days. We would forage around cities and towns to find whatever food and money we could get, and oftentimes we resorted to pickpocketing and stealing to be able to have enough to feed ourselves and our Pokemon. It was hard living, but we were adamant on forging out our own lives despite the many times we were forced to go hungry whenever foraging expeditions didn't turn up nearly enough. However, that all changed in a rather unusual encounter... One morning, Clark and I were doing our usual scouting routine to see who was worth pickpocketing for money or valuables that could be sold for income. One of our targets was an old man who looked like he carried plenty of money on his person, a gentlemanly sort of character, and I went for it. I managed to steal his wallet and made a run for it before he could shout for police or bystanders to try to stop me, but I hadn't expected for his Pokemon, a Feraligatr no doubt, to leap out of its Pokeball and pursue me. Scared out of my wits, I ran for my life, but I was clearly not fast enough to outspeed the Feraligatr and I was quickly grabbed and pinned down by the Pokemon before I could make a clean getaway. When the old man finally caught up to me, I was honestly expecting him to reprimand me and order his Pokemon to punish me for stealing. However, I was shocked when he simply asked me politely to return his wallet instead... As offput as I was by his display of kindness towards me, I reluctantly turned the wallet back over to him, and he told his Feraligatr to release me just as Clark caught up to us. What surprised us even more was when the man asked us if we were living by ourselves on the streets, and even went so far as to offer us to come live with him.
We refused at first, stating that we were able to live well on our own and that we were old enough to take care of ourselves. But the man persisted, saying that a life on the streets, stealing from innocent folks and using what we could gather to feed ourselves and care for our Pokemon was not a life worth living at all. Try as we might to argue, we knew that the man had a point, and we eventually gave in and agreed to come live with him. As it turned out, he was actually the owner of a Pokemon Daycare that he ran with his wife, and we were given new clothes, warm beds, and good meals when we moved into what would undoubtedly be our new home. Clark and I would spend days helping the couple take care of the Pokemon that Trainers left for them, and I grew to learn how to develop close bonds with Pokemon and treat them with love and respect. I have since then left behind my former alias of 'Wildfire', and adopted the name of Phoenix, which I have gone by ever since. I looked up to the Daycare man and his wife as if they were my own mother and father, and have been able to live out a normal, happy life among them and the Pokemon I cared for.
However, I desired to fulfill the wish I had made years ago, to travel the world and experience everything that it had to offer while training a team of Pokemon that would become my loyal companions and family. The Daycare man respected my choice, and allowed me to leave the Daycare Center so that I can become a Pokemon Trainer and fulfill my goals to experience the world as I pleased. Clark said that he would remain with the Daycare couple for the time being, and that he would take his journey when he felt that he was prepared to. I promised them that I would stop by to visit whenever I could, and went on my way to pave the path for new adventures. Though it feels strange to begin my journey as an upstart Pokemon Trainer, I felt as though I could accomplish anything that I set my sights on as long as I have Klaus and my Pokemon by my side.
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What most people find out about me quite quickly is how much I love Pokemon. I am unbiased towards any and all types, I like each and every one of them equally. Pokemon have served many purposes throughout my life, as friends, partners, and allies. I owe much of my life and love to Pokemon, so I treat each and every one I come across with the kindness and respect that they deserve, even if they aren't my own. Whenever I meet someone else, the first thing that intrigues me is their Pokemon. After all, they do say that one can tell a lot about a person just from their Pokemon, right? I also have the ability to speak and understand Pokemon, which I came to learn through the many times I would spend listening to them every day when I was younger. They became imaginary friends of sorts, if they could be called that... I couldn't see them, but I could hear them. I can roughly interpret what Pokemon say when they speak, it may not be exact but I can understand the general gist of what they are saying. I guess it's what happens when you have no friends and spend your time listening to the voices of the natural realm...
As one can clearly see, I'm not the typical girl that tends to obsess over appearances, clothing, and other things. I'm not one to really care if I get my hands dirty or not, and I tend to take part in activities that boys are more likely to get involved in. Some call me weird because I act like a boy despite the fact that I'm clearly female, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with being a bit different, right?
This is one of my many secret talents, but I like playing music on a variety of instruments. My favorites are the piano, violin, guitar, and flute. I carry around an acoustic guitar and a flute with me at all times, and can play them pretty well, I guess... Trust me, when you've had no friends and spent most of your time in isolation, this is the kind of stuff you learn to take up time. I don't usually play either of my instruments unless I'm certain that I'm alone, it's a bit embarrassing to play with a whole bunch of people watching you, right? I also tend to give special names to my instruments as well, my flute is Sonata, and Lucille is my guitar. I guess it helps make them feel more like actual people... and gives them a uniqueness that I can always identify them by no matter what. I'm also good at singing too... but that's another talent I like to keep secret as well...
Due to the many years I spent living in the streets, I learned how to pickpocket items and money from other people. I'm by no means a kleptomaniac or anything of that sort, and I don't steal from others merely on a whim. I only steal to survive as I used to those years ago, and I've since then left that habit of mine behind... At least I hope so...
Whenever I need to take time to relax and calm myself down, a nice cup of tea has always done the trick. Green tea and oolong are my primary favorites, and they taste even better when served with a nice little sweet snack on the side. I enjoy sweet foods the most of all, while bitter and sour foods are a turn off for me. I do enjoy cooking, though I don't do it as often as I should...
As for what songs would fit me the most... I would have to say... Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield and Salty Seas by Devics...
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