Post by nora on Nov 9, 2012 8:21:16 GMT 9.5
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[atrb=valign,top]  TWENTY-ONE FEMALE BREEDER DEMISEXUAL NEUTRAL | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, border-left:1px solid #515151;] ✿ PERSONALITY TRAITS ✿ HISTORY ▸ for the twenty-one years nora has lived there, viridian city has always been a quiet place, save for a few incidents here and there. from where she lived, though, all of those concerns seemed to be many, many miles away. she has only the vaguest of recollections involving any troubling event. her early years, and even the more recent ones, have always been punctuated with a certain complacent peace. neither did she ever make any attempt to break that; she was much too timid a child to venture out into the world when she turned ten. her parents could not convince her to leave the house until she was twelve, and even then, she only spent a week out in the world with her bulbasaur before she returned home with very little to show for it. her parents attempted to persuade her to try again, but they were unsuccessful, and so that was the end of that. from then on, she only continued to be a homebody, even if she eventually became a little less timid with time. her second pokémon, a pidgey, only officially became hers after following her around whenever she came to the local park, likely due to the bread crumbs she almost always offered. nora had grown quite fond of the little bird pokémon, and so she dipped into her allowance to purchase a pokéball. what came then, one might be able to surmise themselves. she named it bright-eye, after a princess in some foreign fairy tale book a relative had given her at some point in time. hopefully she wouldn't turn into a duck. to be honest, she didn't know at what point she became the local pokésitter. it just sort of happened, and honestly, she didn't mind it; though she might not have been cut out for the life of an adventurer, she still had a fondness for pokémon. similarly, how she wound up as a breeder escapes her. she was never very prolific, for sure, but she enjoyed it. so it has been that day, and she's gradually been picking up more and more methods. a little over two years ago, though, her parents decided they'd had enough of viridian city, and so they up and moved to lilycove city over in the sinnoh region, though she seemed reluctant to follow them, so they left nora's childhood home to her. she tended to it for whenever they decided to drop by again and ran her very small breeding business, if one could truly call it that, from it. it was enough to pay for half of the bills, the other half being provided by her parents. for a while, it worked pretty well, all things considered, but then some things started going wrong in the old house, namely in the plumbing and air conditioning. unable to fix it herself, she had to hire people who could. people who tended to be very expensive. the fixes took a lot out of her pockets--so much so that she found she would have a difficult time maintaining her half of the payments and feeding her pokémon anything worth eating, nor did she want to ask for extra help from her parents. she was supposed to have this under her control. faced with few other options, she was forced to hand off her breeding pokémon to her friends. at least then they'd be in good hands, and she could focus on keeping up the house for a little while. she still offered her pokésitting services, however, and this was how she came across the third pokémon she still has with her; a few months before recent events, a foreigner came by and left a strange bird pokémon in her care for a little while. she waited and waited, but he never came back. he had effectively disappeared, and she had no way of finding him again to return his pokémon, assuming he even wanted it. she wondered why he never came back, but she took the creature whose species she had never seen before under her wing, naming him tom thumb, as he was a rather small thing. her financial situation had evened out by that point, at least, so feeding him didn't put as much of a strain on her, even if he did like to eat a lot. that was a few months ago, now. much more recently, she was standing at her kitchen sink, dutifully going through the dishes, when quite suddenly, there was a loud noise from outside, like an unearthly howl. curious, she moved over to the window to take a peek. it was the wind. it howled like some monster described in the stories she'd read as a child. it tore at the tiles on the roofs and made the power lines quake in fear. she looked up to see the sky that had been much nicer earlier in the day had blackened deeply since the last time she had seen it, the monstrous clouds seeming to smother out anything that might have been. something about the scene filled her with dread, and for half a moment, she was at an utter loss for what to do. basement. go. she pulled herself out of her stupor and bolted for the basement, bringing with her whatever happened to be within reach that she thought would be important: flashlight, water, first aid. her pokémon, by some good grace, were already safe inside of their pokéballs. she had been preparing to go out somewhere before, maybe to buy groceries or something, but that didn't matter. she turned out all of the lights, unplugged the appliances, and huddled up in the corner of the room her father had converted to a den and she had never gotten around to changing. that didn't matter, either. she sat in the darkness, hearing only rattling and howling and thunder for what felt like an eternity. the whole time she grasped meekly at the flashlight with trembling hands. and suddenly, just as soon as it had started, it was over. there was this eerie silence that left her ears ringing, and it continued even as she timidly ascended the stairs an hour after staring helplessly at them. light flooded in as she pushed the door open. all around, everything was quiet. there was this otherworldly stillness that was, in its own way, worse than even the ungodly noises of the storm proper. slowly, everything else dawned on her: there was a sky, clear and blue as though nothing had happened, where her house was supposed to be. she could bring herself to do nothing but stare up, up at where the bottom of the second floor used to be. she was surrounded by debris as much as the memories of a structure that wasn't there anymore, save for a few pillars of bricks and some framework. the feeling she had that day was nothing short of indescribable, to look at the place where her home had been and see nothing at all. it was like losing some piece of your body that had always been there, she imagined, though likely much less painful. at last, she went to climb out of the message, bits of glass biting at her bare skin as she passed through. she didn't really notice it until later, though. it was like some dream that would leave her reeling when she finally woke up. the next few days were spent in a disaster response camp. she spent a lot of time sitting around, there, just watching everyone else. so many of them were crying, and she distantly realized that she had only lost her possessions, and that others had lost so much more than that. she grieved for them and did what she could to comfort them, but she knew in her heart that nothing would ever adequately fill the hole they had been left with after they had taken their tragic loss, whatever it happened to be. while everyone else was being taken off to temporary residences in other towns, nora became increasingly unsure of whether or not she wanted to go that way. it occurred to her that she had nothing to tie her down here, and that within the past ten years since her first attempt, there had been some budding desire to see the world that lay beyond the windows of her house--the windows that weren't even where they were supposed to be anymore. now, in the wake of this awful event, she could go and see for herself. so she started walking, just her and her three pokémon and the clothes on her back. it seemed sort of silly, in a way, but at the same time, it filled her with hope and excitement that had eluded her when she was younger. and this time, she knew there would be nothing to return to if she ever got the urge to give up and go home. ♔ OTHER ▸ she names her pokémon after fairy tales ✿ POKEMON  beanstalk, male bulbasaur overgrow growl ▸ leech seed ▸ tackle  bright-eye, female pidgeot keen eye agility ▸ air slash ▸ gust quick attack ▸ sand-attack ▸ whirlwind  tom thumb, male rufflet sheer force fury attack ▸ leer ▸ peck wing attack IN PC none HUNGARY FROM HETALIA is NORA STRAUSS THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY *BREE |
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