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 Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:21 pm
 TEENName: Bethanne (right) Gender: Female Pokemon: Miltank Stage: Teen Player: Painted Moose Artist: Mewmouse This journal belongs to Painted Moose, please don't post without permission.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:49 pm
Rules!
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Bethanne
Miltank
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 9:04 pm
☀Name: Bethanne
☀Nickname: Annie
☀Gender: Female
☀Stage: Teenager
☀Sexuality & Status: Like she'd tell you! & Single
☀Height: 5'7"
☀Weight: Full figured, and chubby. BBBB - Big Booty, Belly and Breasts.
☀Nature: Motherly
☀Occupation:: Live in House Keeper
☀Likes:
Music (usually ballads and pop songs - things that are easy to sing/dance along with while working)
Staying busy
Spring
Shopping
Organization
The smell of fresh laundry
Cooking
☀Dislikes:
Stuffed up jerks!
Sickness/Injuries (For herself, she's a big baby. For others she goes into panicked mama bird mode.)
Bullies
Technology (She's not tech savvy at all.)
☀Personality: Bethanne is as outgoing as she is caring. She loves spending time with others, even if it's sharing tea in comfortable silence. Her true passion lies with taking care of others and providing them with the creature comforts of home that they might not be able to get any other time.
When situations become too much for her to handle Bethanne doesn't react as cool as her sister. Though she tries to stay strong, if something doesn't go right/someone picks on her/ among other things, she can be brought to tears, and will often lash out. Sometimes that means running off; other times it might mean striking out at whoever is bullying her. It all depends on the situation.
That being said, all in all she's a devil in sheep's clothing. She's sweet and tender, as well as a gossiper who is has a terrible love for matchmaking. Single friends beware!
☀Background: Bethanne was born the eldest daughter to a Miltank mother and a Girafarig father. Their other daughter, Willemina, followed on her heels when big sis decided to leave the nest. The two were inseparable from day one, preferring their own company over their dismissive parents. When Bethanne found a young trainer by the name of Ava, the two Poke'mon sisters stayed by the girls side, almost naturally forming a close trio of friends. It was meant to be!
Then Will changed.
It was shortly after Ava had begun her housekeeping business to support the three. While Bethanne was baking for the house-owner, Ava and Will had been doing yard duty outside. For some reason Will had been found unconscious and the next day, suddenly there was a little boy in the bed!
Bethanne didn't understand the changes in Will, and felt very lost. She was supposed to be the big sister; the protector, the shield! How could she watch over a sibling who was now older physically than their trainer? When Will left to explore the world Bethanne worried day and night until time came for her to find her own star....
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 9:11 pm
 MiltankNational Number: 241
Type: Normal
Abilities Thick Fat, Sap Sipper
Weaknesses: Fighting
Resistances: N/A
Immunity(s) Ghost
Height: 3' 11"
Weight: 166.4 lbs
Species: Milk Cow Pokemon
Base Stats:
HP: 95
ATK: 80
DEF: 105
SATK: 40
SDEF: 70
SPD: 100
"It gives over five gallons of milk daily. Its sweet milk is enjoyed by children and grown-ups alike. People who can't drink milk turn it into yogurt and eat it instead."- Emerald
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 9:13 pm
Growths / UpdatesMay 1st, 2014 : Bethanne (Arrives) !
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 9:20 pm
Relationships Willemina - Baby sister brother! I adore Will to death, even if that eyeliner is a little thick.
Raiden - Close friend/employer. He needs to loosen up a little and have fun!
Raxka - Best Friend/employer. Raxka knows how to have a good time.
Shousuke - A sweet guy, even if he tries to act tough. His singing is amazing, when he isn't using it to put others to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 1:33 pm
Reqs Teen - > Adult
3 Months Time (5/1/14- 8/1/14)
1 Response to Growth - N/A, received at Teen~
5 PDs - Meta1, Meta2
2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries - 1
2 Skill Learned -
1 Evolution! - Not possible!
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 8:54 pm
Teen Solo OneAnnie wasn’t one to shy away from pushing boundaries.
The Miltank knew how large she was, and instead of shying away from social situations she owned them. Very rarely was Annie self-conscious about her looks, and even then it had to come at the end of a very persistent jerk’s taunts. She also wasn’t afraid to put a punk in his place, which was what made her such a heady combination. All soft edges with a core of steel.
Sashaying around the penthouse, Annie bopped to the portable radio sitting on the kitchen counter. With her employers out on business, she was left to her own devices for a few hours and decided to make the best of it. Every restroom had been cleaned to her impossibly high standards, as had the living room, wash room, and the beds had been freshly laundered. There was still the matter of the twin’s laundry to take care of, but since they rarely wore simple cotton that would take a lot of handwashing. For once, she put off the chore in favor of working on a late night supper. When they came home they would be famished, and Annie wasn’t about to let anyone starve on her watch.
Rotating her shoulders, Annie sung, occasionally bringing a whisk up to her mouth to act like a mic. “…It’s eleven thirty and the club is jumpin’, jumpin~” Bethanne picked up the bread dough and flipped it around her hands while she vibrated to the beat. Her bare feet gripped the tiles in the couture kitchen, the girls reflection bouncing off all the flawless stainless steel appliances.
For once she wasn’t dressed up. Normally she tried to keep herself in tip top shape. Bethanne liked primping, but it was mostly because her friends set some odd standards. She wouldn’t be seen as their lesser in the fashion department; Arceus knew if Annie saw Raxka looking anything less than her best in public she’d try to spruce her up as well, so why shouldn’t she do the same? She was wearing her cleaning clothes, which consisted of an old tank top and a pair of pajama shorts that were far too short. They were covered in little mareep, which seemed oddly appropriate for her living situation. If it was just Raxka or Will around Annie might have worn them more often; but with Raiden around…there was just no way. There was just too much thunder thigh on display and her girls couldn’t have been more on display if she’d tried. That was the drawback to being busty; even if she tried to cover up she looked like a street walker.
Not that he seemed to notice. Bethanne kneaded the dough, then pinched off balls of it to form little rolls. She wasn’t some leather wearing thief traipsing into museums at night, nor was she a size two. Bethanne was just the hired help; the mother who fussed when they came home with scraps and made sure he had enough protein to keep up his training. All she did was launder the blood from his clothes, mend the tears, replace all the damaged goods, and see to their bills, clean his leathers…Really, she shouldn’t complain, since she was treated so well. Most housekeepers could only dream of her paycheck. Bethanne just wanted a little more…
“Don’t we all,” she murmured. “Like I’m the only one who’s stared at those abs. If he doesn’t have a few girls stashed away then I’m a latias in disguise.” Bethanne snorted. She put all of the dough on a special board, before sticking it in the oven to bake. It would go well with the stew she had cooking. The colder weather was the perfect time to test out her new recipe, and maybe she could even manage to send some to Will.
It was normal to look, but it wasn’t normal to think about it all the time. With each passing day the feeling was getting worse. She had tried speed dating, and honestly, that had been a joke. While she was glad to have gotten to know Quinn, meeting ones soul mate would have to take longer than a few minutes. What she needed was simple; to get Raiden out of her system.
She needed shock therapy.
As soon as she had the chance, Annie was going to kiss him for all she was worth and get it over with. That way she could get it out of her system and go back to life. It was obvious that she was long overdue for a boyfriend if she was fantasizing about her best friend like that. What if he gets really mad at me for doing it? Annie thought about it for a moment, but she shook her head. She had to do it; consequences be damned. If her cross-dressing sister could land a man than the least she could do was kiss one.
“That’s it! Tomorrow morning, if he gets up before Raxka I’ll just do it, then I’ll go buy groceries so we can skip all the awkwardness.” Because there was going to be a lot of that. Bethanne wasn’t sure she could do it without blushing, but she was a lot braver than people gave her credit for. She was the one who had provided for her and her sister before Ava came along, after all! And she was the one who had given Ava the idea for a cleaning business when the three found themselves strapped for cash. All she had to do now was squish the Butterfree in her stomach (No offense to her sister’s boyfriend) and be done with it.
“That’s it, Raiden. Tomorrow morning you’re getting a kiss and then I can set my sights on a real man!” Surely he would understand after she explained it all to him, right? It wasn’t like she was trying to seduce him or anything. Now THAT would be inappropriate. What was a kiss between friends? She and Raxka kissed each other on the cheek all the time so it wouldn’t be that different. Quote: The Song is Jumpin', Jumpin' by Destiny's Child
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