Post by CAPRICIA GIVANTI on Aug 28, 2011 22:54:24 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 7.5pt; text-align: right; width: 450px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #000000; color: #000000; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1; word-spacing: 1px;]I LOVE THE BOYS WHO LOVE TO HATE BECAUSE THEY'RE JUST LIKE ME[/style][style=background: #ffffff; text-align: center; padding: 10px; width: 430px; border-left: 1px solid #000000; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-right: 1px solid #000000;] [/style][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [style=margin-left: 110px; height: 90px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;]FULL NAME: capricia nevon givanti.NICKNAME(S): cappy. cap. AGE: eighteen. GENDER: female. CLASS: trainer. SEXUALITY: heterosexual. ELEMENT PREFERENCE: fire & dark. HOMETOWN: slateport city, hoenn.[/style] [style=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-left: 10px;] [/style][style=margin-right: 110px; height: 200px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;]GOOD PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS:BAD PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS: PERSONAL LIKES: PERSONAL DISLIKES: HISTORY: capricia, like many others her age, started her pokemon journey when she was ten years old. growing up in slateport was no fairy tale, but she learned to cope by doing what she could for her parents that loved her dearly. starting out with a ponyta and a charmeleon made her love of fire pokemon ingrain itself into her at a young age. by the time she was seventeen she had become pretty well-known in hoenn and johto, so she decided to expand her venue to unova. that's where she met the man who would, soon after that, become her fiance. on the night he asked her to marry him, he also gave her the nidoking that she prizes so much. they were an unstoppable team until rumors of an affair had capricia running for the hills, leaving behind the man she loved. she didn't even know if the rumors were true, but she couldn't handle even thinking about it. she has resigned herself to wander around now, not really training by beating gym leaders, and moreso just focusing on carrying on with her life. she is hoping to land an executive position somewhere, or hopefully get a job and settle in.[/style] [style=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-left: 10px;] [/style][style=margin-right: 110px; height: 200px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;] FIYERO︱FIRE & FLYING︱CHARIZARD︱MALE fiyero was given to capricia at the start of her pokemon journey by her mother. she knew of her daughter's love of fire pokemon and it was a surprise the day that capricia began her pokemon journey. he is very protective, and loyal to a fault. extremely hot-headed, if capricia is in danger, he sometimes will do what he thinks is right to save her even if it goes against what she says.  SIEL︱FIRE︱RAPIDASH︱FEMALE siel was a gift much like fiyero was, only siel was a gift from her father. she had grown up riding siel as a pontya, and so her father gave the fire horse pokemon to his daughter the day she left home. on her travels, siel evolved under capricia's care. the mare loves her trainer dearly and has a strong emotional attachment to her. they're just about inseperable.  AURON︱POISON & GROUND︱NIDOKING︱MALE this big pokemon was given to her by her ex-fiance. he is very testy and distrusting of men because he feels betrayed by the man that raised him. he is loyal to capricia and will put himself in harms way to protect her if need be. he is normally a good listener but he will sometimes attack men without warning.  DIATRUS︱ROCK & GROUND︱ONIX︱MALE this is the newest addition to capricia's pokemon group. don't let the hard outer shell fool you, this pokemon is a huge softy. he loves nothing more than to have all the affection and attention from his trainer. he isn't the best fighter, but he is learning. he would much rather be loved on than go up against other pokemon in battle.  --︱FIRE︱SLUGMA︱FEMALE capricia received this egg from rosy, the egg lady. she can't wait for it to hatch so she can start training it. another fire pokemon is always welcome in her party! PC: none yet.[/style] [style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; align: center; text-align: center; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; margin-right: 10px;] [/style] [style=margin-left: 110px; height: 150px; width: 315px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 8.5pt; background: #ffffff; border: 1px solid #000000; color: #000000; padding: 10px; overflow: auto;]OUT OF CHARACTER NAME: EVA (THE LION)OTHER CHARACTERS: none. FACE CLAIM: GURREN LAGANN, yoko littner. SAMPLE POST: Shadows, they were everywhere. Would one jump out to foil her plans? She pushed them away with her thoughts, the prize of her freedom a price she was willing to pay. Even if she must return before morning, momentary freedom was better than the stagnant life cooped inside the thick estate walls. The cobblestone floors would keep her steps silent tonight, she was certain. Curled in bed, her white canopy shielding her from the entryway, a young girl of only fourteen years of age contemplated her escape from her home. She would have to wait first, of course, for the houses noises to grow silent in her ears. Her body was almost shaking with anticipation for the night to come. The pregnant moon, her face pure white and glowing, sent white-hot adrenaline through the child's veins. Nitrate eyes glowed in the dim light of the room, broken only by a sliver of moonlight that fell on her face as she sat sideways in bed, legs curled behind her, awaiting the moment of the detonation of her spirit's new life. She would be free... if only for a night. At last, her ears caught no sounds besides the small family of mice that crept around on the second floor. The girl smiled slightly, just enough to turn up her lips. Opening the white silken curtains of her bed, she set her face in a serious line as she slipped off her fur blankets. Feet were bare; shoes would make noise and they were unnecessary in her escape. After all, this girl was not normal. She was wolf, through and through. Her white dress hung loosely on her thin frame, long white-blond hair glittering like moonbeams in the low light. Standing in the center of the room, she let the reverberations from the house vibrate along her arms and legs. All was silent, as she liked. The girl grabbed a large coat from a peg hammered into the castle walls, and slipped it silent over herself so it would keep the snow from touching her skin. Putting up the dark crimson hood, Astrid headed for her door. She was like a ghost in the way she moved, so swift and silent as if a shadow on the wall. Making her way down corridor after corridor, narrowly waking a guard at his post, the mere child slipped from the jurisdiction of her parents; holding her captive in this stone hell. Then she came to a final wooden door. She could feel the cold beyond it. Hesitating only a moment, she pushed ever so gently. It gave. The wind blew her hood gently back, making strands of exposed hair lift in the breezes. Breath clouded before her, crystallizing before dissipating into a cloud, as if her soul was now free to leave her body. A pair of white fur boots were sitting beneath a small protrusion from the castle, keeping them from most of the snow. It was everywhere, like the world was muted by it's blanket. The world seemed stopped in time, the bare trees iced over and glittering like their own constellations. The door closed silently behind her, shutting out the hated world of duty, laws, and staying quiet in your place. Out here, she was as wild as the wind; free as the grass that awakens in spring, after a long and cold winter. Her heart leaped in her chest, beating quickly as her breath continues to appear before her, disappearing into the air like a wayward spirit. Pushing back her hood with a shaking hand, the wolf-child tilted back her angelic face and closed her silver pools to the moon, loving the sharp cold sensation of the snow on her face. She stayed in this position a moment before returning her face to the surrounding forest, her feet leaping into action. Inside the cover of the trees, it was home. Not the farce behind closed doors; it was the place her heart truly belonged. The trees whizzed past her, merely blurs in her vision. She slowed after a moment, finding her favorite place to sit and wait out the night. Her breath was still even, despite her accelerated pace. She was as swift as a rushing river rapid, and just as torturous. Before her lay a beautiful scene, and one that she was confident she alone had seen. Every time she entered this realm, it sucked her in. There was something magical and ethereal about this little clearing. In the center of a circle of trees was a large pond. It's face was frozen, glittering in the moonlight that poured from overhead. It felt brazen and clean here, untouched by the ferocity of humans, or her own kind for that matter. Above the lake on one side was a weeping willow, it's tendrils like glittering strands of jewels. The water had frozen on the leaves, making the currently dormant tree sparkle and shine with an inner light all it's own. It was beautiful, something that took her breath away. She took three steps, hushed by the crunching of the snow as it was compressed by her fur boots. Sitting upon the ground gracefully, she didn't mind the snow that would stick to her cloak. It didn't bother her in the slightest. They would know she had left; they always did. They could always smell the earth on her, feel the freedom in her chest and see the defiance, renewed, in her eyes. She knew of one male, Rafe Demarus. He was her supposed fetcher. Her mother entrusted him with dragging Astrid back to the estate if he found her outside. He had come across her many times, but not once had he ever taken her back. Her face flushed despite the cold. She thought of his strong jaw, his cold black eyes, and thought on his strength. He was three years her senior, in his prime at seventeen years of age. What would they speak of tonight, if he found her? Politics and death? Rage and peace? Or perhaps nothing at all. The wind picked up, and Astrid swore she heard the moon whisper her name. Tonight she felt more alive than she had in a while. On top of that... She felt a change on the wind. After tonight, she wouldn't be the same. Strangely, it didn't frighten her. She accepted the knowledge, putting it in her pocket to look upon again and again.[/style] |
