Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on May 15, 2010 16:26:12 GMT -5
Name: Priscillia
Species: Charmander
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years old
Level: 8
Status: Wild/Urbanized
Home: Cameron City
Picture:
I drew it myself. Hooray!
Ability: Blaze
Attacks: Growl, Scratch, Ember
Description: Priscillia is not your average Charmander. In fact, she's quite above average. While most Charmander are lithe and weigh in at a modest 18 to 19 pounds, Priscillia, or Prissy, hops onto the scale at a hefty 23 pounds. A bit rounder than average, but she doesn't mind- in fact her motto is "flaunt what you got". She's a bit taller than most Charmander as well, measuring 2 feet and 4 inches. Her fiery orange skin is soft and smooth and the flame at the tip of her tail always burns brightly. Her eyes are light brown and sparkle with life and energy and her claws and fangs are pearly white.
Personality: Priscillia is what most people would consider overweight and she knows it. Does she care what other people think? No way in Distortion Realm and back. This femme has attitude, spunk, and an appetite as big as her thighs. She uses her cute charms to beg for food in the Cameron markets and always stands by for seconds. If anyone tries to give her any lip she lets her claws do the talking for her. Though young, she has a fiery, yet kind, heart, and she won't let anyone douse it.
History: Priscillia was born to two other Charmander who belonged to a pokemon breeder. At the age of two she was put in a pokeball and shipped to Cameron City as a birthday present for a five-year old little boy. You see, Charmander happened to be his favorite pokemon, and his parents just happened to have enough money to blow on their son that they bought him a little lizard. The boy named her Priscillia and the two of them were very happy together. Until Priscillia accidentally caught the curtains on fire with her tail. The parents promptly kicked her out of the mansion, figuring their boy would have to do with a Growlithe, and the poor Charmander was all alone. However, she was determined not to let this minor setback get her down, and before she knew it she was in the streets begging for scraps like a kitten. Her days in the manor had given her a taste for food that she would never forget, and with not many wild pokemon in the city she soon started to put on the pounds. Her plumpness only made her look cuter, however, which led to more food, much to her delight.
Other: No, that is not a bellybutton on the picture- a piece of dirt just fell on the scanner.
RP Example: A year in the city had made Priscillia streetwise and hardened. She knew Cameron like the back of her claws, and she knew exactly where the best pickings were at. It was a little street that was lined with nothing but outdoor cafe's and was popular with the young humans. Tons of young human females eating outdoors? Perfect. Rounding the last corner the Charmander stopped and breathed in deeply before letting out a calming breath. The smell of fresh bread and cooked meat wafted through the air as she continued her stroll down the lane. She finally saw what she was looking for. A pair of young human girls chatting and eating sandwiches at a small table. Slowly but purposefully, Priscillia tottered over to the group and let out the cutest mew she could manage, looking up at her targets with big, round eyes. It worked, and soon the females were cooing and patting the Charmander like she was a fluffly kitten trying to climb into a shoe. Half a BLT was given to her and the lizard pokemon graciously scoffed it down. <"Life is good."> She sighed contently, waving her tail in joy as the girls continued to pet her. <"Life is very good.">
Species: Charmander
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years old
Level: 8
Status: Wild/Urbanized
Home: Cameron City
Picture:
I drew it myself. Hooray! Ability: Blaze
Attacks: Growl, Scratch, Ember
Description: Priscillia is not your average Charmander. In fact, she's quite above average. While most Charmander are lithe and weigh in at a modest 18 to 19 pounds, Priscillia, or Prissy, hops onto the scale at a hefty 23 pounds. A bit rounder than average, but she doesn't mind- in fact her motto is "flaunt what you got". She's a bit taller than most Charmander as well, measuring 2 feet and 4 inches. Her fiery orange skin is soft and smooth and the flame at the tip of her tail always burns brightly. Her eyes are light brown and sparkle with life and energy and her claws and fangs are pearly white.
Personality: Priscillia is what most people would consider overweight and she knows it. Does she care what other people think? No way in Distortion Realm and back. This femme has attitude, spunk, and an appetite as big as her thighs. She uses her cute charms to beg for food in the Cameron markets and always stands by for seconds. If anyone tries to give her any lip she lets her claws do the talking for her. Though young, she has a fiery, yet kind, heart, and she won't let anyone douse it.
History: Priscillia was born to two other Charmander who belonged to a pokemon breeder. At the age of two she was put in a pokeball and shipped to Cameron City as a birthday present for a five-year old little boy. You see, Charmander happened to be his favorite pokemon, and his parents just happened to have enough money to blow on their son that they bought him a little lizard. The boy named her Priscillia and the two of them were very happy together. Until Priscillia accidentally caught the curtains on fire with her tail. The parents promptly kicked her out of the mansion, figuring their boy would have to do with a Growlithe, and the poor Charmander was all alone. However, she was determined not to let this minor setback get her down, and before she knew it she was in the streets begging for scraps like a kitten. Her days in the manor had given her a taste for food that she would never forget, and with not many wild pokemon in the city she soon started to put on the pounds. Her plumpness only made her look cuter, however, which led to more food, much to her delight.
Other: No, that is not a bellybutton on the picture- a piece of dirt just fell on the scanner.
RP Example: A year in the city had made Priscillia streetwise and hardened. She knew Cameron like the back of her claws, and she knew exactly where the best pickings were at. It was a little street that was lined with nothing but outdoor cafe's and was popular with the young humans. Tons of young human females eating outdoors? Perfect. Rounding the last corner the Charmander stopped and breathed in deeply before letting out a calming breath. The smell of fresh bread and cooked meat wafted through the air as she continued her stroll down the lane. She finally saw what she was looking for. A pair of young human girls chatting and eating sandwiches at a small table. Slowly but purposefully, Priscillia tottered over to the group and let out the cutest mew she could manage, looking up at her targets with big, round eyes. It worked, and soon the females were cooing and patting the Charmander like she was a fluffly kitten trying to climb into a shoe. Half a BLT was given to her and the lizard pokemon graciously scoffed it down. <"Life is good."> She sighed contently, waving her tail in joy as the girls continued to pet her. <"Life is very good.">
