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Character Name: Ruria
Type: Pokemon
Species: Purrloin
Region: //
Trainer Type: //
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4
Age: 22
Hair Color: Light Pink
Eye Color: Light Red
Skin Color: Fair
Other: --
Nature: Impish
Ability: Prankster
Skill Set: Captivate, Torment, Night Slash, Shadow Ball
Personality:
★A lady's elegance and Mystery
At any given time, Ruria is most likely calm and poised, speaking with a soft, eloquent tongue and polite manners that were adopted from her first trainer. She isn't prone to loud noises or outbursts, even when truly happy, she will more than likely offer a genuine smile rather than a hearty laugh. Living with this demeanor suits her, promoting qualities she finds endearing, while shielding what she may truly feel from the outside world. 'A real lady has lots of secrets, Ru-ruu-rii. Lots and lots, that's what makes them so interesting.'
★That's a mighty fine ball of string you have there.
Though poised much of the time, Ruria can't help but give in to her youthful, feline-like instincts, or her devious roots. She is, in fact, quite playful, curious, and affectionate (When she wants to be.) She loves to play with others in her own way, which usually takes the form of innocent, victimless pranks, to which most of the time she responds with a very soft giggle or a quiet yet broad smile. She can't help but to be distracted by beautiful or mysterious objects, and most of the time can't help but feel warm and delicious inside when someone is rubbing or scritching her ears in just the right spot. However, if you happen to grab her tail, the kitten has claws. And teeth. She will bite you, and bite you hard, should you grab at her tail if she doesn't truly trust you. "The important part of being a lady is to always have a priddy smile on your face, you're more than a lady then, ru-kitty."
★A love for the spooky.
...and morose. And morbid. Ruria has a minor obsession for things following those themes, a true love that makes her tingle down to her toes, even if others who find out about it may raise a concerned brow. To her, a skull is as delightful as a birthday cake, a scary plushie of a vampire bat is as cute as a baby puppy. Ghost stories are as wonderful as fairytales (Which, she'd like to remind you, are often filled with the morbid and morose in disguise!) and Halloween is just as wonderful as Christmas. ".......Another bird-head, ru-ruu-rii? Well, I hope the rest of it you ate up and it was yummy, but I don't know what to do with all these heads!"
★Fear of Loneliness.
Since Ruria grew up being truly loved by her first trainer, and abandoned to the wild when she died, she suffers inwardly at the thought of being alone, but at the same time, it is difficult for her to truly trust most others she meets. She will usually seek company in one way or another, though she becomes overwhelmed if there are a lot of people around, and will then seek refuge. It's a sort of...ping-pong game that she's still working on figuring out. Please just be quiet, and give her a gentle touch or a loving scritch behind her ears. <3
★Clever, clever girl.
She simply has to be. Her love for curiosity and the morose often ends her in a bit of trouble, and she uses her wit to get her out of said trouble. She is more often than not quiet and listening, rather than speaking outwardly. This habit lets her study those around her, learning their habits and personalities, before she approaches, if she approaches. Studying and planning before she does something is one of the things she feels obligated to do, or else she feels she is entering an unsafe situation. Despite her premeditation, she is often drawn into situations that distract her and bring a little bit of trouble to her. A bit of the unlucky part of being a black cat, she supposed.
-Positive trait - Gentle
Her touch, her words, and her demeanor are usually very gentle, careful and light. While she does have it in her to be the opposite, she finds it unsavory.
-Positive trait - Persevering
Ruria does not know how or when to give up. One could argue that this can also be a weakness, and they would be correct. Still, it makes her will ironclad and gives her the mental boost she needs.
-Neutral trait - Blunt Honesty
Both a virtue and hindrance. Ruria finds it difficult to lie, and while she stays far away from harsh words, sometimes what she says can come out quite odd due to this trait.
-Negative trait - Obsessive
Ranging from being obsessive with things she enjoys to obsessive with her irrational fears, this trait usually proves to cause only distractions and awkwardness for her.
-Negative trait - Morbidly Odd
She doesn't see the world as most others would see it, and because of this is sometimes looked at quite strangely, which can at times contribute to the growth of her conflicting fear/need of company.
Strengths: Knowledgeable, Lithe and Agile, Persevering, Compassionate.
Weaknesses: Obsessive, Can be easily distracted at times, not very physically strong, easily manipulated, can be easily targeted if her fears are made public.
History:
As a young Purrloin, Ruria was going down the typical path of her kind. Devious pranks, drawn to things that didn't belong to her, until she wound up as the Purrloin of a little girl. The little girl was sweet, she taught her how to be elegant and gentle and kind, but her little girl was sick, and eventually was hospitalized and soon died. There were so many words of sincere love that Ruria wished to express to the girl, but she could not understand her small, mewling cries. Eventually, the mother grew tired of the company of the pokemon that reminded her of her deceased child, and she blamed her for her child's death, saying it was because she was an unlucky, black cat. She threw Ruria to the wild, viciously attacking her anytime she tried to return. The mother was hurt, she knew this, she wanted to comfort her, but her good intentions were traded for abandonment.
Eventually, she learned not to return to the place she once called home, bouncing between other households who amiably gave her small bits of food and the lovely scritches of her ears that she enjoyed, before finding a home with a kindly old man who owned a darker, more morbid kind of shop, filled with items Ruria found herself in love with. Still, she thought of her little girl many times, and how she wished she could express her love and loyalty openly to her, until one day, she woke up peering through human eyes, and yawning with a human voice. Though walking on two legs was something she was used to even as a pokemon, there were many things she now had to learn to adapt to. Somehow, her wish had been granted, far, far too late, but perhaps there was more to it than she thought.
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Character Name: Ruria
Type: Pokemon
Species: Purrloin
Region: //
Trainer Type: //
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4
Age: 22
Hair Color: Light Pink
Eye Color: Light Red
Skin Color: Fair
Other: --
Nature: Impish
Ability: Prankster
Skill Set: Captivate, Torment, Night Slash, Shadow Ball
Personality:
★A lady's elegance and Mystery
At any given time, Ruria is most likely calm and poised, speaking with a soft, eloquent tongue and polite manners that were adopted from her first trainer. She isn't prone to loud noises or outbursts, even when truly happy, she will more than likely offer a genuine smile rather than a hearty laugh. Living with this demeanor suits her, promoting qualities she finds endearing, while shielding what she may truly feel from the outside world. 'A real lady has lots of secrets, Ru-ruu-rii. Lots and lots, that's what makes them so interesting.'
★That's a mighty fine ball of string you have there.
Though poised much of the time, Ruria can't help but give in to her youthful, feline-like instincts, or her devious roots. She is, in fact, quite playful, curious, and affectionate (When she wants to be.) She loves to play with others in her own way, which usually takes the form of innocent, victimless pranks, to which most of the time she responds with a very soft giggle or a quiet yet broad smile. She can't help but to be distracted by beautiful or mysterious objects, and most of the time can't help but feel warm and delicious inside when someone is rubbing or scritching her ears in just the right spot. However, if you happen to grab her tail, the kitten has claws. And teeth. She will bite you, and bite you hard, should you grab at her tail if she doesn't truly trust you. "The important part of being a lady is to always have a priddy smile on your face, you're more than a lady then, ru-kitty."
★A love for the spooky.
...and morose. And morbid. Ruria has a minor obsession for things following those themes, a true love that makes her tingle down to her toes, even if others who find out about it may raise a concerned brow. To her, a skull is as delightful as a birthday cake, a scary plushie of a vampire bat is as cute as a baby puppy. Ghost stories are as wonderful as fairytales (Which, she'd like to remind you, are often filled with the morbid and morose in disguise!) and Halloween is just as wonderful as Christmas. ".......Another bird-head, ru-ruu-rii? Well, I hope the rest of it you ate up and it was yummy, but I don't know what to do with all these heads!"
★Fear of Loneliness.
Since Ruria grew up being truly loved by her first trainer, and abandoned to the wild when she died, she suffers inwardly at the thought of being alone, but at the same time, it is difficult for her to truly trust most others she meets. She will usually seek company in one way or another, though she becomes overwhelmed if there are a lot of people around, and will then seek refuge. It's a sort of...ping-pong game that she's still working on figuring out. Please just be quiet, and give her a gentle touch or a loving scritch behind her ears. <3
★Clever, clever girl.
She simply has to be. Her love for curiosity and the morose often ends her in a bit of trouble, and she uses her wit to get her out of said trouble. She is more often than not quiet and listening, rather than speaking outwardly. This habit lets her study those around her, learning their habits and personalities, before she approaches, if she approaches. Studying and planning before she does something is one of the things she feels obligated to do, or else she feels she is entering an unsafe situation. Despite her premeditation, she is often drawn into situations that distract her and bring a little bit of trouble to her. A bit of the unlucky part of being a black cat, she supposed.
-Positive trait - Gentle
Her touch, her words, and her demeanor are usually very gentle, careful and light. While she does have it in her to be the opposite, she finds it unsavory.
-Positive trait - Persevering
Ruria does not know how or when to give up. One could argue that this can also be a weakness, and they would be correct. Still, it makes her will ironclad and gives her the mental boost she needs.
-Neutral trait - Blunt Honesty
Both a virtue and hindrance. Ruria finds it difficult to lie, and while she stays far away from harsh words, sometimes what she says can come out quite odd due to this trait.
-Negative trait - Obsessive
Ranging from being obsessive with things she enjoys to obsessive with her irrational fears, this trait usually proves to cause only distractions and awkwardness for her.
-Negative trait - Morbidly Odd
She doesn't see the world as most others would see it, and because of this is sometimes looked at quite strangely, which can at times contribute to the growth of her conflicting fear/need of company.
Strengths: Knowledgeable, Lithe and Agile, Persevering, Compassionate.
Weaknesses: Obsessive, Can be easily distracted at times, not very physically strong, easily manipulated, can be easily targeted if her fears are made public.
History:
As a young Purrloin, Ruria was going down the typical path of her kind. Devious pranks, drawn to things that didn't belong to her, until she wound up as the Purrloin of a little girl. The little girl was sweet, she taught her how to be elegant and gentle and kind, but her little girl was sick, and eventually was hospitalized and soon died. There were so many words of sincere love that Ruria wished to express to the girl, but she could not understand her small, mewling cries. Eventually, the mother grew tired of the company of the pokemon that reminded her of her deceased child, and she blamed her for her child's death, saying it was because she was an unlucky, black cat. She threw Ruria to the wild, viciously attacking her anytime she tried to return. The mother was hurt, she knew this, she wanted to comfort her, but her good intentions were traded for abandonment.
Eventually, she learned not to return to the place she once called home, bouncing between other households who amiably gave her small bits of food and the lovely scritches of her ears that she enjoyed, before finding a home with a kindly old man who owned a darker, more morbid kind of shop, filled with items Ruria found herself in love with. Still, she thought of her little girl many times, and how she wished she could express her love and loyalty openly to her, until one day, she woke up peering through human eyes, and yawning with a human voice. Though walking on two legs was something she was used to even as a pokemon, there were many things she now had to learn to adapt to. Somehow, her wish had been granted, far, far too late, but perhaps there was more to it than she thought.
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