Post by Mallory Greyson on Jan 8, 2013 17:35:43 GMT -5
MALLORY ELIZABITH GREYSON
THE REBELLIOUS POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| SEVENTEEN | CIS FEMALE | RESISTANCE | INDENTURED |
APPEARANCE
Mallory, at five feet six inches tall and about one hundred and fifty pounds, has an average, if not above average, build for a girl her age. Her body reflects both her active lifestyle and her love of sweets, lean and toned in her legs with a little bit of a gut. Though, she would call it her 'squish zone'.
She is long-limbed, but not to the point of being lanky thanks to her layers of muscle. Mallory is stronger than many girls, but not by much as she lacks significant upper arm strength. Most of her strength is in her legs from endless days rollerblading around the city looking for things to do. While she is not much for brute strength, she has outstanding endurance and is able to travel by foot or man-powered vehicle for hours on end even while carried her heavy backpack.
Mallory has a round face with a pointed chin and nose. She has full, round cheeks hinting towards youth, but, over all she looks her age. She has small ears, each pierced twice although she rarely wears earrings, thin eyebrows and full lips. Her eyes are not necessarily narrow, despite having significant eastern influences from her paternal grandfather, but her default bored expression tends to give the illusion that she has small, narrow eyes.
Mallory's thick, untamable hair is naturally a glossy black, but she chose to bleach it and dye it her favorite shade of cadet grey. She keeps her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail that crests in two halves over the crown of her skull. Her loose, uneven bangs sit on her forehead, splitting in odd ways. When they grow too long and start getting in her eyes, she trims them herself with a pair of safety scissors.
Her eyes are brown by nature and cursed with horrible farsightedness. She refused to wear her glasses her whole life long until her parents finally caved and let her get contact lenses. She ordered cadet grey lenses to match her hair, but when the lenses mailed in they were a bright magenta. Mallory was furious, but her parents could not afford a second pair, so she wears the oddly colored lenses to this day.
Surprisingly, the only thing natural about Mallory is her unnaturally pale skin. She simply can not tan in the slighted despite hours spent in the beating sun with an egregious lack of sunblock. In short hours she will burn horridly, but as the burn heals the skin underneath is left just as sickly white as before.
Mallory does not believe in excessive make up and never wears more than some plain nail polish and a thin smear of lemon-lime lip gloss.
It is not uncommon to see Mallory more than a little scuffed up on any given day. It is not as much from a lack of personal hygiene as it is just, simply, her natural state. Grass stains on her knees, dirt under her nails, paint on her face, and smudges of oil on her hands are just a part of her day to day life. She is also fairly accident prone, so an array of scratches, scabs and bruises are the norm and she has perpetually skinned knees that are slowly forming a pair of deep scars.
She is long-limbed, but not to the point of being lanky thanks to her layers of muscle. Mallory is stronger than many girls, but not by much as she lacks significant upper arm strength. Most of her strength is in her legs from endless days rollerblading around the city looking for things to do. While she is not much for brute strength, she has outstanding endurance and is able to travel by foot or man-powered vehicle for hours on end even while carried her heavy backpack.
Mallory has a round face with a pointed chin and nose. She has full, round cheeks hinting towards youth, but, over all she looks her age. She has small ears, each pierced twice although she rarely wears earrings, thin eyebrows and full lips. Her eyes are not necessarily narrow, despite having significant eastern influences from her paternal grandfather, but her default bored expression tends to give the illusion that she has small, narrow eyes.
Mallory's thick, untamable hair is naturally a glossy black, but she chose to bleach it and dye it her favorite shade of cadet grey. She keeps her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail that crests in two halves over the crown of her skull. Her loose, uneven bangs sit on her forehead, splitting in odd ways. When they grow too long and start getting in her eyes, she trims them herself with a pair of safety scissors.
Her eyes are brown by nature and cursed with horrible farsightedness. She refused to wear her glasses her whole life long until her parents finally caved and let her get contact lenses. She ordered cadet grey lenses to match her hair, but when the lenses mailed in they were a bright magenta. Mallory was furious, but her parents could not afford a second pair, so she wears the oddly colored lenses to this day.
Surprisingly, the only thing natural about Mallory is her unnaturally pale skin. She simply can not tan in the slighted despite hours spent in the beating sun with an egregious lack of sunblock. In short hours she will burn horridly, but as the burn heals the skin underneath is left just as sickly white as before.
Mallory does not believe in excessive make up and never wears more than some plain nail polish and a thin smear of lemon-lime lip gloss.
It is not uncommon to see Mallory more than a little scuffed up on any given day. It is not as much from a lack of personal hygiene as it is just, simply, her natural state. Grass stains on her knees, dirt under her nails, paint on her face, and smudges of oil on her hands are just a part of her day to day life. She is also fairly accident prone, so an array of scratches, scabs and bruises are the norm and she has perpetually skinned knees that are slowly forming a pair of deep scars.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - RESOURCEFUL - INTELLIGENT - TOUGH - INDEPENDENT - DETERMINED NEGATIVE - STUBBORN - SOLITARY - EASILY BORED - MANIPULATIVE - REBELLIOUS | Edgy, but not outrageous. Mallory is a girl that diverges from the social norm on a daily basis. She dyed her hair grey, wears magenta contacts, rocks a tutu and tennis shoes, was voted most likely to shop at hot topic by her peers and is attached at the hip to her iPod, stuffed to blows with music. While she never really tried to become a social deviant, she has never really cared what other people thought of her and being unafraid to be herself lead her down the path she is currently is traveling. Rebellious, but not outlandish. Giuseppe once described Mallory as "carefully rebellious"- and he would be right. While Mallory hates doing what other people expect of her and has no problem telling someone off, she knows when to pump the breaks. She excels in pushing people just a little too far without shoving them off the ledge and will frequently test her boundaries. Her most common response to an order is a steady "fuck you", but by the end of the day the chore will be done. A loner, but not anti-social Mallory never learned how to form lasting relationships with people, in fact she finds the idea quite silly. She much prefers to spend her time alone, rocking out or just rollerblading through the streets. I mean, people are cool and all for a while, but they get boring real fast. Why not switch the old, dull people for fresh, new faces every few days? It is much more interesting that way. Or, ya know, if no one wants to hang out that cool too. She can always go for another lap, All Star just shuffled on and she's not too far from the candy store. Never, ever, ever boring Boredom is the worst possible thing on the face of the entire world. Period. No questions asked. Who could stand doing the same thing every day? Or... for more than an hour, really? Mallory is very easily bored, to the point that her family suspects that she has an extreme case of ADD. She resents that fact, but still hates being bored more than anything. She will do almost anything to keep herself entertained, from teaching her dad's Luxio to do tricks, trying every form of super sour candy known to man at once, turning the mall upside down, scattering flocks of Pidoves, critiquing graffiti, watching movies, riding amusement park rides, going to dance clubs, even baking and origami. There are countless things that you can do to keep from being bored. The only thing that never gets old is Rollerblading, but, still, she changes her route every day. Just to shake it up a bit. |
BACKGROUND
The oldest child of Devon Corporation floor manager Tristan Greyson and secretary Agatha Greyson, Mallory was born into a world of high working class society. Rustboro was in it's peak, people were happy, business was booming and life was peaceful. But, she never got to enjoy it. When she was two years old her father was transferred to Eve city to help the companies struggling Anrui branch.
The social anarchy that was Anrui in those days shocked the young couple. They settled in with great difficulty, having to hide their Shinx and Roselia from team Plasma and struggling to maintain their peace of mind. They were constantly worried for their young daughter, who suddenly was growing too fast and could no longer be sheltered from the harsh world outside. Everything looked so beautiful, but with plasma slowly rising to gain control and another baby on the way, the family started to worry. They fled before things got any worse.
They moved to Kairo town, trying for a change of pace after living in busy cities all their lives. Mallory was 7 years old and soon after moving in, her mother gave birth to a little girl; Teresa Rayleigh Greyson. Mallory never liked her little sister, the naive baby of the family, they were at odds with each other from day one. But, she hated the 'backwater dump' she lived in more.
Two years past and the Greyson family once again packed their bags to move. This time, called by their city-borne roots to set up shop in the bustling heart of Ansen Valley. Now 9 years old, Mallory flourished in the lights and dazzle of Ansen. Later on she would go to describe it as the one place she ever felt at home. It worried her parents that their little girl was wandering free in such shady streets, but they had long ago learned that they couldn't tie her down. So, instead, they gave her a set of Roller blades and let her borrow her father's Luxio Ray, for protection.
One day, while rolling through the back alleys with Ray spraying the walls with green and teal cans of paint as they passed, the pair were stopped by a Plasma agent with a Medicham. He beat Ray and was about to take him and Mallory when a stranger stopped and confronted him. The stranger released a Ledian and a Granbull, ordering them to attack the Medicham and the Plasma man who both were defeated. Mallory was in awe of the stranger who saved her and her father's Pokemon. She asked him why he would do such a thing for her and he explained that he was a member of the Resistance. He told her about how she could join and then walked off, without another word.
That evening, at dinner time, Mallory told her family what had happened and that she wanted to join the resistance. They were stunned, her sister Teresa mostly. She told her that it was stupid to just fight against the law, against what was 'right'. Against Plasma. Mallory narrowed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and got up from the table to pack her things.
Her father woke her up the next morning, to take her to the bus stop. "I understand why you are doing this," He said with a small grin as they waited for the bus. She turned off her Ipod, "Why I am doing this dad?" She asked slowly. He chuckled, watching the dirty bus slowly pull up from the distance. "I always raised you to be the change you wanted to see in the world. I thought that would lead you towards the company, but it is leading you here, isn't it?" Mallory nodded, watching the bus door open. "I can't just stand here and do nothing." She hugged her father and boarded the bus. The flashing sign said, 'next stop: Hyo' and, as she took her seat, Malloy watched her father and her home start to slip away.
"I just wish I knew if this is the change I want." she whispered.
The social anarchy that was Anrui in those days shocked the young couple. They settled in with great difficulty, having to hide their Shinx and Roselia from team Plasma and struggling to maintain their peace of mind. They were constantly worried for their young daughter, who suddenly was growing too fast and could no longer be sheltered from the harsh world outside. Everything looked so beautiful, but with plasma slowly rising to gain control and another baby on the way, the family started to worry. They fled before things got any worse.
They moved to Kairo town, trying for a change of pace after living in busy cities all their lives. Mallory was 7 years old and soon after moving in, her mother gave birth to a little girl; Teresa Rayleigh Greyson. Mallory never liked her little sister, the naive baby of the family, they were at odds with each other from day one. But, she hated the 'backwater dump' she lived in more.
Two years past and the Greyson family once again packed their bags to move. This time, called by their city-borne roots to set up shop in the bustling heart of Ansen Valley. Now 9 years old, Mallory flourished in the lights and dazzle of Ansen. Later on she would go to describe it as the one place she ever felt at home. It worried her parents that their little girl was wandering free in such shady streets, but they had long ago learned that they couldn't tie her down. So, instead, they gave her a set of Roller blades and let her borrow her father's Luxio Ray, for protection.
One day, while rolling through the back alleys with Ray spraying the walls with green and teal cans of paint as they passed, the pair were stopped by a Plasma agent with a Medicham. He beat Ray and was about to take him and Mallory when a stranger stopped and confronted him. The stranger released a Ledian and a Granbull, ordering them to attack the Medicham and the Plasma man who both were defeated. Mallory was in awe of the stranger who saved her and her father's Pokemon. She asked him why he would do such a thing for her and he explained that he was a member of the Resistance. He told her about how she could join and then walked off, without another word.
That evening, at dinner time, Mallory told her family what had happened and that she wanted to join the resistance. They were stunned, her sister Teresa mostly. She told her that it was stupid to just fight against the law, against what was 'right'. Against Plasma. Mallory narrowed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and got up from the table to pack her things.
Her father woke her up the next morning, to take her to the bus stop. "I understand why you are doing this," He said with a small grin as they waited for the bus. She turned off her Ipod, "Why I am doing this dad?" She asked slowly. He chuckled, watching the dirty bus slowly pull up from the distance. "I always raised you to be the change you wanted to see in the world. I thought that would lead you towards the company, but it is leading you here, isn't it?" Mallory nodded, watching the bus door open. "I can't just stand here and do nothing." She hugged her father and boarded the bus. The flashing sign said, 'next stop: Hyo' and, as she took her seat, Malloy watched her father and her home start to slip away.
"I just wish I knew if this is the change I want." she whispered.
MISCELLANEOUS
| OOC NAME | FACECLAIM |
| frozen | [b]SERIES[/b] - darker than black, [i]yin[/i] |
