Post by Fawna Hawke on Apr 24, 2017 22:34:17 GMT -5
FAWNA DAHLIA HAWKE.
THE MAGIC POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| eighteen. | female. | resistance. | witch. |
APPEARANCE
Despite the softness of her name, Fawna knows she does not come across as outwardly friendly. Starting from the top, she has very thin, very dark hair with a fairly prominent widow's peak. She thinks that her hair is too thin, and often times she wishes that it was thicker, or perhaps curlier so that it could complement the width of her face. Unfortunately, no amount of curling or product seems to be able to give it any volume, and she has since given up trying. In an effort to help herself gain some shred of fondness for her hair, she's given it an asymmetrical cut, and used some eco-friendly hair dye to give it a purple shimmer.
Despite where she lives and how often she is outside, her family has quite pale skin. In the wrong lighting, hers appears to be almost grey, and she always makes sure to have some natural sunscreen with her during the warmer months. She considers her forehead to be large, and in order to combat it she often wears a small stone of amethyst between her brows. Her eyebrows are thin and nicely shaped, and eyeliner surrounds her eyes just as dark lipstick stains her lips. Her nose is small, and turns up just a tad at the tip. Her eyes are as dark as her hair.
Over all, her style can be said to be goth. She typically wears dark, neutral colors, sometimes adding in some lighter greys or some purples. Due to her paleness, and because she gets cold quite easily, she tends to wear longer-sleeved shirts and long pants, even in the summer. While short sleeves are slightly more common than a pair of shorts, on the warmest of summer days you might be lucky enough to catch her in a dark dress or shorts. A black collar can often be found around her neck, along with a longer necklace that typically falls below her shirt-line, a matching amethyst stone hanging from it. Her nails are typically painted black, and several rings adorn a few of her fingers. Regarding her footwear, she has two options, depending on what she is up to. While she prefers to be barefoot for as much of the day as possible, she understands how necessary it is to cover your feet while traveling, and often wears a pair of black, thick combat boots.
She has two different cloaks that she'll wear when she needs extra warmth, or when she simply wants to feel hidden from the world. The first is a simple cloak that she helped her mother make for her. It is purple, with a large hood that leaves all but the bottom of her face in shadow. The front tip of her hood has an even more defined "widows peak" than her hairline. Pulling both sides together is a round ruby stone, set on a gold-colored clasp, that sits on the left side of her chest. The cloak is long enough to adequately cover her entire body.
The second cloak is really more of a jacket, which she bought just a month or two before leaving Lesca Island. It's black, with silhouettes of ravens and crows in grey and silver all over it. This one is thinner, with a smaller hood, and a rough bottom edge. It ties around her waist with a thick belt.
She stands around 5'4" (without the boots), and weighs about 110 lbs, hovering just above underweight. Her body boasts natural curves, but beyond that she's always had trouble gaining any weight. Her natural expression, regardless of what she's feeling, tends to come across as annoyed. If she's being honest with herself, she doesn't mind that some people avoid talking to her for that reason.
Despite where she lives and how often she is outside, her family has quite pale skin. In the wrong lighting, hers appears to be almost grey, and she always makes sure to have some natural sunscreen with her during the warmer months. She considers her forehead to be large, and in order to combat it she often wears a small stone of amethyst between her brows. Her eyebrows are thin and nicely shaped, and eyeliner surrounds her eyes just as dark lipstick stains her lips. Her nose is small, and turns up just a tad at the tip. Her eyes are as dark as her hair.
Over all, her style can be said to be goth. She typically wears dark, neutral colors, sometimes adding in some lighter greys or some purples. Due to her paleness, and because she gets cold quite easily, she tends to wear longer-sleeved shirts and long pants, even in the summer. While short sleeves are slightly more common than a pair of shorts, on the warmest of summer days you might be lucky enough to catch her in a dark dress or shorts. A black collar can often be found around her neck, along with a longer necklace that typically falls below her shirt-line, a matching amethyst stone hanging from it. Her nails are typically painted black, and several rings adorn a few of her fingers. Regarding her footwear, she has two options, depending on what she is up to. While she prefers to be barefoot for as much of the day as possible, she understands how necessary it is to cover your feet while traveling, and often wears a pair of black, thick combat boots.
She has two different cloaks that she'll wear when she needs extra warmth, or when she simply wants to feel hidden from the world. The first is a simple cloak that she helped her mother make for her. It is purple, with a large hood that leaves all but the bottom of her face in shadow. The front tip of her hood has an even more defined "widows peak" than her hairline. Pulling both sides together is a round ruby stone, set on a gold-colored clasp, that sits on the left side of her chest. The cloak is long enough to adequately cover her entire body.
The second cloak is really more of a jacket, which she bought just a month or two before leaving Lesca Island. It's black, with silhouettes of ravens and crows in grey and silver all over it. This one is thinner, with a smaller hood, and a rough bottom edge. It ties around her waist with a thick belt.
She stands around 5'4" (without the boots), and weighs about 110 lbs, hovering just above underweight. Her body boasts natural curves, but beyond that she's always had trouble gaining any weight. Her natural expression, regardless of what she's feeling, tends to come across as annoyed. If she's being honest with herself, she doesn't mind that some people avoid talking to her for that reason.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - book worm - family (team) oriented - observant - curious - strong-willed NEGATIVE - anti-social - quiet - anxious - insecure - impassive | As a child, Fawna seemed to be outgoing... around her family, that is. She was active, adventurous, and excited to learn. She never had any problems communicating with her siblings or her parents, and she always seemed to be good natured. She was a little shy around strangers, however it was never any more than what would be expected from a small child. As she progressed her way through public school, Fawn became more and more quiet, both around strangers and around her family. Most of her insecurity was in her head, most likely stemming from her own parent's fears of how others would treat her. While she had her fair share of bullies in and out of the classroom due to her family's different behaviors, she certainly exaggerated their words and reactions in her head. When she began to try to "fit in," she also exaggerated the reactions of her siblings, causing a large amount of inner-turmoil. In a way, her rough exterior is an impassive mask, used to help herself build self-confidence. When you get to know her, she is kind and patient, and she loves to help people. However, in order to meet that side of Fawna, you must be willing to work for it. She purposefully gives off the impression that she hard, emotionless, and disinterested, and she will retain that act until she is completely and totally sure that she can trust you. Despite how shy and quiet she is, Fawn does have a determined side. When she knows she wants something - such as going to public school or joining the Resistance, she will stubbornly hold onto the idea until she is successful, or until she proves herself wrong. Even if she does find error in her ways, sometimes she has trouble admitting that she was wrong, and she will continue despite how it is affecting her. |
BACKGROUND
Fawna had always felt different, even when she knew that she belonged.
Before Plasma existed, and coincidentally before Fawn and her siblings existed, her parents never stayed in one place for very long. They traveled the region, never spending much more than a week or so in one town or route. Often, they only stayed long enough to gather supplies, have a little rest, and to appreciate the wonders of each area, different as they were. They made their meager earnings a variety of ways, from selling her mother's art, to offering tarot card and pendulum readings, to doing yard work and house chores. It wasn't until Fawn's eldest sibling was conceived that they decided to temporarily settle down. They had always liked Lesca Island; it was a beautiful island that flourished just as their love for each other had, and still does. The close proximity to the Volcano Shrine was also something that attracted them to the island, and they hoped that the Volcano would bless them with a child who was as strong as it was.
To this day, they still offer thanks to the Volcano for bringing them to Lesca permanently. As one child became several children, temporary became permanent with regards to living in Lesca. They didn't know it when they first settled down, but they truly believe that Lesca was where they were meant to eventually live, and that fate was just waiting for the correct time to bring them there, and of course for the correct reason.
Her parents also joked that fate was the reason that Fawna would be born around the same time that R.O.T. was "discovered." Her parents didn't believe the rumors for a second - they had roamed the island and explored the wildlife for years, and had never seen any signs of a fever, mutation, or death that could not be explained naturally. The majority of the pokemon were kind, gentle - they only ever felt threatened on the rare occasion that they happened across a mother and her young, or a courtship between two pokemon.
Still, the Volcano protected them, and they were safe under its watch, and they gave thanks. Plasma would never infiltrate their island, and they felt safe raising their children among the natives, both human and pokemon alike.
The majority of Fawn's life was pleasant. She was homeschooled from the beginning, spending day after day with her family, whom she loved dearly. She grew up learning sigils alongside vocabulary, incantations alongside history, the properties of stones and herbs alongside those of math and science. Reading was something that she obsessed over, and it was a tie for her favorite books between those about pokemon and those that spoke of spells, hexes, and willpower. Magic, or magick as she sometimes found it spelled in their old books, was as normal and sensical to her as breathing.
Until it wasn't.
It was while they were walking in a park, on a bright morning. Fawna was only eleven. As per usual, she didn't notice the stares that her family received, the whispers about their lifestyle, or the sidelong glances at the way they dressed. In fact, the only thing that was different that she did notice was the group of children - her age! - having a birthday party in the pavilion. She watched them in wonder and awe, noticing how they all knew each other and wanting, for the first time, to be close with anyone other than her family. To have friends. To be social. It was the first time that she noticed that she was different.
She was the first of her siblings to ask to no longer be homeschooled, and her parents fought it. While she had never noticed the townspeople's way of treating them just the slightest bit differently, her parents knew that it would only be magnified in the public school setting. Still, she fought tooth and nail until they allowed it, and that gumption was perhaps the only reason she lasted more than a year, let alone until graduation. Sure, not every student was mean to her in class, and she certainly made a good deal of friends. Her teachers liked her, and her affinity for learning in general helped her to excel in her classes. Still, there were those days where the words of others rang louder in her ears, and the stares felt colder, and the gap between her and the rest of the student body felt wider than the break between Lesca and the rest of Anrui.
For a small period of time, she tried to abandon her unique ways, however her inability to completely fit in frustrated her, often pushing her even more into herself. Plus, anytime she did succeed in 'normalizing' herself, as her siblings called her actions, it only distanced them from her. Eventually she gave up trying to fit in, although she was never able to completely accept the fact that she was different.
And still, she gave thanks, for her life would have been so much worse than what it was if the Volcano had called her family elsewhere, such as Hyo or Kain City, where war tore at their people. That wasn't to say the war did not reach their shores, but it was like speck of sand compared to the boulder that hung above the rest of Anrui, with each new terror attack or law like a scythe, swinging away at the rope that held it up.
Make no mistake, living under the leadership of Naru influenced Fawn's life greatly. As stated earlier, her interest in pokemon was as great as her interest in magic. Her parents had never owned any, considering them too sacred. The thought of training a pokemon was akin to the thought of attempting to take its free will, and they would have no part in it. Still, they respected the gym leader and her bond with her pokemon, and while they would have no team of their own, if the war ever did come beyond the shores, they would fight under her name.
It was on her eighteenth birthday that Fawna announced that she was leaving. Often throughout her childhood, she had felt the need to travel, a calling that she blamed on her parents' tales of roaming the island. Oftentimes to combat this desire, they had let her roam free in the nearby fauna, making sure she never wandered too far, especially as the pokemon began to become more hostile in reaction to the state of affairs that they sensed on the mainland. She couldn't keep the second reason for leaving a secret any more than she could have the first - she was going to join the Resistance.
It broke her parents' hearts when she made it clear that that was her decision. They worried about her endlessly. She'd no longer be under the safe and watchful care of the Volcano - leaving would surely be a death sentence. However, she reassured them in every way that they could. Deep down she knew it was her fate, just as it had been theirs to settle in Lesca. And deep down, she was fairly certain that they knew it too.
Before Plasma existed, and coincidentally before Fawn and her siblings existed, her parents never stayed in one place for very long. They traveled the region, never spending much more than a week or so in one town or route. Often, they only stayed long enough to gather supplies, have a little rest, and to appreciate the wonders of each area, different as they were. They made their meager earnings a variety of ways, from selling her mother's art, to offering tarot card and pendulum readings, to doing yard work and house chores. It wasn't until Fawn's eldest sibling was conceived that they decided to temporarily settle down. They had always liked Lesca Island; it was a beautiful island that flourished just as their love for each other had, and still does. The close proximity to the Volcano Shrine was also something that attracted them to the island, and they hoped that the Volcano would bless them with a child who was as strong as it was.
To this day, they still offer thanks to the Volcano for bringing them to Lesca permanently. As one child became several children, temporary became permanent with regards to living in Lesca. They didn't know it when they first settled down, but they truly believe that Lesca was where they were meant to eventually live, and that fate was just waiting for the correct time to bring them there, and of course for the correct reason.
Her parents also joked that fate was the reason that Fawna would be born around the same time that R.O.T. was "discovered." Her parents didn't believe the rumors for a second - they had roamed the island and explored the wildlife for years, and had never seen any signs of a fever, mutation, or death that could not be explained naturally. The majority of the pokemon were kind, gentle - they only ever felt threatened on the rare occasion that they happened across a mother and her young, or a courtship between two pokemon.
Still, the Volcano protected them, and they were safe under its watch, and they gave thanks. Plasma would never infiltrate their island, and they felt safe raising their children among the natives, both human and pokemon alike.
The majority of Fawn's life was pleasant. She was homeschooled from the beginning, spending day after day with her family, whom she loved dearly. She grew up learning sigils alongside vocabulary, incantations alongside history, the properties of stones and herbs alongside those of math and science. Reading was something that she obsessed over, and it was a tie for her favorite books between those about pokemon and those that spoke of spells, hexes, and willpower. Magic, or magick as she sometimes found it spelled in their old books, was as normal and sensical to her as breathing.
Until it wasn't.
It was while they were walking in a park, on a bright morning. Fawna was only eleven. As per usual, she didn't notice the stares that her family received, the whispers about their lifestyle, or the sidelong glances at the way they dressed. In fact, the only thing that was different that she did notice was the group of children - her age! - having a birthday party in the pavilion. She watched them in wonder and awe, noticing how they all knew each other and wanting, for the first time, to be close with anyone other than her family. To have friends. To be social. It was the first time that she noticed that she was different.
She was the first of her siblings to ask to no longer be homeschooled, and her parents fought it. While she had never noticed the townspeople's way of treating them just the slightest bit differently, her parents knew that it would only be magnified in the public school setting. Still, she fought tooth and nail until they allowed it, and that gumption was perhaps the only reason she lasted more than a year, let alone until graduation. Sure, not every student was mean to her in class, and she certainly made a good deal of friends. Her teachers liked her, and her affinity for learning in general helped her to excel in her classes. Still, there were those days where the words of others rang louder in her ears, and the stares felt colder, and the gap between her and the rest of the student body felt wider than the break between Lesca and the rest of Anrui.
For a small period of time, she tried to abandon her unique ways, however her inability to completely fit in frustrated her, often pushing her even more into herself. Plus, anytime she did succeed in 'normalizing' herself, as her siblings called her actions, it only distanced them from her. Eventually she gave up trying to fit in, although she was never able to completely accept the fact that she was different.
And still, she gave thanks, for her life would have been so much worse than what it was if the Volcano had called her family elsewhere, such as Hyo or Kain City, where war tore at their people. That wasn't to say the war did not reach their shores, but it was like speck of sand compared to the boulder that hung above the rest of Anrui, with each new terror attack or law like a scythe, swinging away at the rope that held it up.
Make no mistake, living under the leadership of Naru influenced Fawn's life greatly. As stated earlier, her interest in pokemon was as great as her interest in magic. Her parents had never owned any, considering them too sacred. The thought of training a pokemon was akin to the thought of attempting to take its free will, and they would have no part in it. Still, they respected the gym leader and her bond with her pokemon, and while they would have no team of their own, if the war ever did come beyond the shores, they would fight under her name.
It was on her eighteenth birthday that Fawna announced that she was leaving. Often throughout her childhood, she had felt the need to travel, a calling that she blamed on her parents' tales of roaming the island. Oftentimes to combat this desire, they had let her roam free in the nearby fauna, making sure she never wandered too far, especially as the pokemon began to become more hostile in reaction to the state of affairs that they sensed on the mainland. She couldn't keep the second reason for leaving a secret any more than she could have the first - she was going to join the Resistance.
It broke her parents' hearts when she made it clear that that was her decision. They worried about her endlessly. She'd no longer be under the safe and watchful care of the Volcano - leaving would surely be a death sentence. However, she reassured them in every way that they could. Deep down she knew it was her fate, just as it had been theirs to settle in Lesca. And deep down, she was fairly certain that they knew it too.
POKEMON
NICKNAME. SPECIES. GENDER. LEVEL __.
ATTACK 1. ATTACK 2. ATTACK 3. ATTACK 4. ATTACK 5. ATTACK 6.
ATTACK 1. ATTACK 2. ATTACK 3. ATTACK 4. ATTACK 5. ATTACK 6.
A paragraph of your Pokemon's personality should go here. Individual Pokemon in premade teams can not exceed level 35. You have a total of 100 levels to spread out over six Pokemon, but you do not need to use them all. If your character does not have any Pokemon, delete this section.
MISCELLANEOUS
| OOC NAME | FACECLAIM |
| jello | [b]TEEN TITANS[/b] - raven, [i]fawna hawke[/i] |
