Post by »katteyla on Jun 27, 2011 13:33:40 GMT -5
Name: Zoana Robertson.
Nickname: Zoey
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Starting Form: Riolu
Starting Power: 100
Starting Wealth: 100
Appearance: Looks no different than a regular Riolu except she has a streak of yellow fur on her forehead, she also has a brown acoustic guitar always slung around her neck.
Personality: Zoey is a free-spirited type a girl. She loves to have fun and loathes when situations are too serious for her taste. She loves coming up with country proverbs for situations wither they make sense or not, Most people say that Zoey is the old western type of person. She is the type that doesn’t take authority as seriously as she should. Though despite that she is a well-rounded girl.
Nature: Hasty, Friendly.
Biography: Zoey grew up in Texas, but she was pretty far from city life. Her parents believed that when they were children they were spoiled by the city life, so they moved to a more country side to raise a farm and start a new way of life. Zoey worked hard almost all day every day, but yet she enjoyed the labor and the lifestyle that she came to know. She enjoyed leisure time sitting in the highest tree branch that could support her weigh and play her guitar until it was time to work again. The guitar was hand made by her father, and even had a “Z” carved onto it. Zoey knew little of Pokemon, but she knew them enough to recognize her favorites.
Though…. she always wished that she could escape into another world. Just to see what it would be like. She treated life like her own personal rodeo. She was the type to seek thrills and dangers. JUST to test her wits. Little did she know that was exactly what she was going to get.
Entrance: One Hot and muggy morning Zoey was perched onto her favorite tree playing her guitar. She loved the look of the morning clouds, and the way the sky would have a mixture of oranges, pinks, blues, and possibly other colors she couldn’t detect. She played away on her guitar until she heard a voice from nowhere appear. “ Zoey….” it called out. “Hu!?” She said as she stopped strumming to see if the voice would appear again. Perhaps it was the heat making her hear things, she shook off the thought of a voice and was about to strum her guitar until the voice called again a split second before she was going to play.
“Zoey…come with me…seek thrills…excitement…a place were the world COULD be your own rodeo.” The voice called once again. “Heh….Even though that sounds grand ‘n all, I can’t just ditch my family. I have duties.” Zoey answered back. “Very well then.” The voice called out before fading. Well…that went better than she thought. Ignoring the extreme abnormal event that had happened, Zoey went back to playing her guitar…. until…a strange powerful wind blew, Wind this strong was uncommon, Zoey held a tight grip to her guitar and placing another hand on the tree branch trying to keep her place. But it wasn’t enough, the wind pushed her off the tree branch with her guitar still clutched in her hands, sending her falling to the ground. But when she looked down, the ground wasn’t there…but a mysterious portal leading to god-knows-where! She closed her eyes tightly falling straight into the portal not knowing what adventures awaited her.
Ability: None
Destination: Tunican
Nickname: Zoey
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Starting Form: Riolu
Starting Power: 100
Starting Wealth: 100
Appearance: Looks no different than a regular Riolu except she has a streak of yellow fur on her forehead, she also has a brown acoustic guitar always slung around her neck.
Personality: Zoey is a free-spirited type a girl. She loves to have fun and loathes when situations are too serious for her taste. She loves coming up with country proverbs for situations wither they make sense or not, Most people say that Zoey is the old western type of person. She is the type that doesn’t take authority as seriously as she should. Though despite that she is a well-rounded girl.
Nature: Hasty, Friendly.
Biography: Zoey grew up in Texas, but she was pretty far from city life. Her parents believed that when they were children they were spoiled by the city life, so they moved to a more country side to raise a farm and start a new way of life. Zoey worked hard almost all day every day, but yet she enjoyed the labor and the lifestyle that she came to know. She enjoyed leisure time sitting in the highest tree branch that could support her weigh and play her guitar until it was time to work again. The guitar was hand made by her father, and even had a “Z” carved onto it. Zoey knew little of Pokemon, but she knew them enough to recognize her favorites.
Though…. she always wished that she could escape into another world. Just to see what it would be like. She treated life like her own personal rodeo. She was the type to seek thrills and dangers. JUST to test her wits. Little did she know that was exactly what she was going to get.
Entrance: One Hot and muggy morning Zoey was perched onto her favorite tree playing her guitar. She loved the look of the morning clouds, and the way the sky would have a mixture of oranges, pinks, blues, and possibly other colors she couldn’t detect. She played away on her guitar until she heard a voice from nowhere appear. “ Zoey….” it called out. “Hu!?” She said as she stopped strumming to see if the voice would appear again. Perhaps it was the heat making her hear things, she shook off the thought of a voice and was about to strum her guitar until the voice called again a split second before she was going to play.
“Zoey…come with me…seek thrills…excitement…a place were the world COULD be your own rodeo.” The voice called once again. “Heh….Even though that sounds grand ‘n all, I can’t just ditch my family. I have duties.” Zoey answered back. “Very well then.” The voice called out before fading. Well…that went better than she thought. Ignoring the extreme abnormal event that had happened, Zoey went back to playing her guitar…. until…a strange powerful wind blew, Wind this strong was uncommon, Zoey held a tight grip to her guitar and placing another hand on the tree branch trying to keep her place. But it wasn’t enough, the wind pushed her off the tree branch with her guitar still clutched in her hands, sending her falling to the ground. But when she looked down, the ground wasn’t there…but a mysterious portal leading to god-knows-where! She closed her eyes tightly falling straight into the portal not knowing what adventures awaited her.
Ability: None
Destination: Tunican
Forms
Riolu P100