Post by Nefari Rossi on Apr 19, 2021 23:05:52 GMT -5
NEFARI MURSA ROSSI.
THE MISCHIEF POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| twenty-six | female | Neutral | trainer |
APPEARANCE
Nefari's auburn hair is a color that has a tendency to look like a rich brown in the dark, but it's not until it's under the sun and that the red in it lights up and takes after her father's own firey mane. Her hair is long, thick, and wavey, she curses it sourly in the middle of the heat of summer but appreciates it too much in winter to cut it off completely. As such, it's typically thrown up to stay out of her way, although she has a habit of taking out strands to braid while she thinks.
Striking green eyes are the most prominent feature on her face, or so she likes to think. A long red scar runs down the left side, running through her arched eyebrow and across her lid onto her cheek. She secretly thinks it makes her look more like a badass than she really is... and she's okay with that. A small beauty mark dots right underneath the corner of the same eye, making her wish the bull would have nicked her a little farther that way. Her nose is slightly crooked from a few mishaps on her family farm, although it's not really that noticeable unless you're looking for it.
Nefari looks every bit of the farmer she was raised to be. Dark tanned skin is speckled with freckles along her chest and cheeks. She has broad shoulders and strong arms from slinging around heavy equipment, feed, and even pokemon regularly, and plenty of minuscule scars on both of her hands as evidence. Dirt is always under uneven nails that are kept short enough to not be a hassle when working. She's fairly short, even for a woman, standing at 5'1" but what she lacks in height she makes up for in personality.
As for clothes, she was taught that typically leather is the way to go. She will wear jackets and shirts, however, she will never wear leather pants. She dislikes the way that they stick to her skin and makes her sweat, making it harder to move around, so she prefers fabric reinforced with leather. She also will just opt for any kind of trousers she can get her hands on as she's never really been one to wear dresses or skirts.
Striking green eyes are the most prominent feature on her face, or so she likes to think. A long red scar runs down the left side, running through her arched eyebrow and across her lid onto her cheek. She secretly thinks it makes her look more like a badass than she really is... and she's okay with that. A small beauty mark dots right underneath the corner of the same eye, making her wish the bull would have nicked her a little farther that way. Her nose is slightly crooked from a few mishaps on her family farm, although it's not really that noticeable unless you're looking for it.
Nefari looks every bit of the farmer she was raised to be. Dark tanned skin is speckled with freckles along her chest and cheeks. She has broad shoulders and strong arms from slinging around heavy equipment, feed, and even pokemon regularly, and plenty of minuscule scars on both of her hands as evidence. Dirt is always under uneven nails that are kept short enough to not be a hassle when working. She's fairly short, even for a woman, standing at 5'1" but what she lacks in height she makes up for in personality.
As for clothes, she was taught that typically leather is the way to go. She will wear jackets and shirts, however, she will never wear leather pants. She dislikes the way that they stick to her skin and makes her sweat, making it harder to move around, so she prefers fabric reinforced with leather. She also will just opt for any kind of trousers she can get her hands on as she's never really been one to wear dresses or skirts.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - Curious - Social - Hopeful - Compassionate - Persistent NEGATIVE - Stubborn - Naive - Talkative (a little too much) - Blunt - Impressionable | Nefari is by and large a social butterfly, strangers are only people she hasn't met yet and she wants to know everyone's story. She talks more than she probably should but is also a great listener when she's a shoulder to cry on. She's a big softy and wants to help everyone she comes across and while this makes her seem a little naive it really just weighs on her conscious if she can help and just doesn't. This goes for pokemon as well, she's never met one that she didn't like even if they were attacking her. Being hardheaded has its perks and downfalls, on the one hand, Nefari has done things she never thought that would have never thought she could by just being hardheaded and not taking no for an answer. On the other, she will often overexert herself into exhaustion, sometimes not stopping until she's on the verge of fainting or serious injury. When she hones in on something, she does whatever it takes to get it without pause and with a very "I can sleep when I'm dead" outlook. Another perk of being hardheaded is it has made her resourceful and crafty, thinking outside the box to find resolutions no matter how temporary they may be in the moment. She tries to find the potential in everything she has and goes through great lengths to try not to throw anything away. She will use everything until it is threadbare and more patches than the original product, taking after her father in his need to hoard everything but only use it once more in her life. She often makes gifts out of things for others just to feel better about letting them go. If nothing else drives her, her curiosity does, Nefari will go out of her way to check out a rumor if it piques her interest. She loves being able to experience strange and unusual things for herself, leading her into a lot of trouble, but she always ends up thinking it was worth it. |
BACKGROUND
Her mother's family was once a large troupe of traveling traders and hunters, their life always on the move and always exciting with the dramas that came from having a large family. That's when they met, fell in love and her mother decided to settle down in a small cottage built by her father in a dramatic symbol of love. The rest was history, as the quaint little life of a farmer and merchant came together in strides to make the small bundle that was Nefari.
She was raised as a wild child, learning to run through her father's gardens, and doing chores as soon as she was old enough to hold a shovel. Attempting to keep the wild pokemon out of the garden and the few meager things they were able to grow. Her favorite was livestock tending, she adored working with her family's pokemon all day and had no doubt from a young age that she would want to work with them forever.
Every other family dinner, a game of chance would be played to figure out which of her parents she would be with for the next few. To her parents, it was important that she was given every chance to learn and was free to make her own choices, which gave Nefari a great sense of freedom throughout her childhood. She could shear Wooloo and milk Miltank, knew how to make a fence, and when to start growing what crops. She showed an affinity for the barn more than the crops though; she enjoyed riding a small Ponyta her father had bought for her and she had a way about her that calmed the Pokemon even when they were in their more stubborn moods.
When she went to work with her mother she was often traveling, roaming around to find the best prices for her fathers' goods and also to find interesting things to buy for her own collectors. Nefari adored the traveling, packing up her bags, arranging them on her little mare, and camping out with her mother for days on end. She loved seeing new towns and seeing the trinkets only her mother could find. When she was younger she enjoyed making friends in the new towns and trying all the new things. She even enjoyed selling the cheeses and produce their farm-made, and with her mothers teaching was able to almost always get a good price.
She wasn't, however, fond of the people her mother had to deal with. Dark alleys and damp streets, backrooms filled with smoke, and the middle of nowhere. Day, night, my mom was known for making herself available whenever her clients needed her, and whenever sellers needed to get goods off their hands fast. They were often rude, crude, and dirty, even the ones dressed in the nicest clothes seemed to have a layer of slime on them, Nefari hated every single one of them but her mother brought her along anyway.
Nefari would be dressed in her "play outfit" as her mother had called them since she was 10, she was supposed to play tough and just be quiet. If something started going wrong, or if her mother pulled the signal she was to let out her mother's first pokemon, a Houndoom, and her mother would take over from there. If things got super bad, she was supposed to dump out all the balls and run home. IT never got to that point though.
At the age of seventeen after a particularly rough night with a customer that berated her for not having an item handy, Nefari broke down and told her mother that she knew she didn't want to be a merchant. In the middle of packing she just blurted it out, her face turning several shades of red in the silence that followed before her mother let out "Thank the Gods!" and threw her hands up. They had a quick laugh, her mother hugging her and telling her that she had never wanted Nefari to follow in her footsteps. Saying "Selling your own products is fine, sell your cheeses, milk, and produce, hell sell small trinkets too if you have them to spare and need the money. I just never wanted the private collection life for you, and I don't know how to show you any other way. I'm proud of you."
The tender moment marked the beginning of her full-time work at home with her father. At first, it was an adjustment, while she was accustomed to the daily chores and heavy lifting of the farm, she wasn't used to her mother going alone for long stretches of time. She was suddenly not seeing her mother for weeks at a time and it put a significant strain on their relationship in the first few months.
However, life on the farm is never still for long, and she wasn't allowed to dwell on it. Her days were filled with lessons she didn't know she was learning as her father began to play more of a guide and helper. She learned the importance of keeping weeds out of the garden, but not out of the yard completely as they were also edible. She figured out how to keep pokemon out of the gardens, using discarded nets to make a barrier around the most fragile and trading some produce for a Snubbull and Poochyena pup that she and her dad trained to guard the crops and herd pokemon. Decisions that she couldn't make were left up to a game of chance, flipping a coin, or guessing a number between her and her father, it may seem childish but it worked often enough that they kept up the practice.
The last few years were filled with hard work, everyday family drama, and love. They were spent laughing crying and sore but to Nefari they were worth it, she had no doubt she could probably take over her father's farm and be happy here forever. Something kept bothering her though, she missed the road. She missed camping out and meeting new people and she just didn't think she would be okay just settling down without experiencing more. The revelation bothered her for days, eating at her more and more, and pulling her gradually away from her beloved farm.
One day she was so distracted by her thoughts that she slipped up, unwittingly sneaking up behind one of the bull pokemon. Startled, it whipped around on her and she took a hoof to the gut and a slash of Tauros's horn just barely catching the outside of her eye socket. She passed out in the field from the hit and was found when Granbull began guarding her against the other pokemon in the pasture.
When she woke up, her father was a mess of emotion. She had crude stitches in her head and a very sore abdomen, probably from bruised or cracked ribs, but she was fairly lucky to not have been hurt further. Her mother was there, whether she came home at the right time by luck or if her father called for her she never asked because she had been away in a faraway city as far as she had remembered. But her just being there wasn't too strange, it was the fact that she stayed. She stayed for a month without going on a business trip to so much as the nearest town without Nefari asking her to accompany. At dinner one evening she finally just asked, wondering if she had quit the business altogether.
At her prompting, it started a long talk. About the way Nefari had been feeling and what they had suspected to be wrong with her. There were tears and laughs, and quite a bit of lecturing. Then they asked her if she wanted to travel, they had saved up some money in case of the possibility but she had never seemed to want to and they had never asked. Nefari jumped at the chance, and after a few days of gathering her essentials and allowing her family to fuss over her, she was off on her first adventure.
Little did she know just that adventure would lead her to Anrui.
She was raised as a wild child, learning to run through her father's gardens, and doing chores as soon as she was old enough to hold a shovel. Attempting to keep the wild pokemon out of the garden and the few meager things they were able to grow. Her favorite was livestock tending, she adored working with her family's pokemon all day and had no doubt from a young age that she would want to work with them forever.
Every other family dinner, a game of chance would be played to figure out which of her parents she would be with for the next few. To her parents, it was important that she was given every chance to learn and was free to make her own choices, which gave Nefari a great sense of freedom throughout her childhood. She could shear Wooloo and milk Miltank, knew how to make a fence, and when to start growing what crops. She showed an affinity for the barn more than the crops though; she enjoyed riding a small Ponyta her father had bought for her and she had a way about her that calmed the Pokemon even when they were in their more stubborn moods.
When she went to work with her mother she was often traveling, roaming around to find the best prices for her fathers' goods and also to find interesting things to buy for her own collectors. Nefari adored the traveling, packing up her bags, arranging them on her little mare, and camping out with her mother for days on end. She loved seeing new towns and seeing the trinkets only her mother could find. When she was younger she enjoyed making friends in the new towns and trying all the new things. She even enjoyed selling the cheeses and produce their farm-made, and with her mothers teaching was able to almost always get a good price.
She wasn't, however, fond of the people her mother had to deal with. Dark alleys and damp streets, backrooms filled with smoke, and the middle of nowhere. Day, night, my mom was known for making herself available whenever her clients needed her, and whenever sellers needed to get goods off their hands fast. They were often rude, crude, and dirty, even the ones dressed in the nicest clothes seemed to have a layer of slime on them, Nefari hated every single one of them but her mother brought her along anyway.
Nefari would be dressed in her "play outfit" as her mother had called them since she was 10, she was supposed to play tough and just be quiet. If something started going wrong, or if her mother pulled the signal she was to let out her mother's first pokemon, a Houndoom, and her mother would take over from there. If things got super bad, she was supposed to dump out all the balls and run home. IT never got to that point though.
At the age of seventeen after a particularly rough night with a customer that berated her for not having an item handy, Nefari broke down and told her mother that she knew she didn't want to be a merchant. In the middle of packing she just blurted it out, her face turning several shades of red in the silence that followed before her mother let out "Thank the Gods!" and threw her hands up. They had a quick laugh, her mother hugging her and telling her that she had never wanted Nefari to follow in her footsteps. Saying "Selling your own products is fine, sell your cheeses, milk, and produce, hell sell small trinkets too if you have them to spare and need the money. I just never wanted the private collection life for you, and I don't know how to show you any other way. I'm proud of you."
The tender moment marked the beginning of her full-time work at home with her father. At first, it was an adjustment, while she was accustomed to the daily chores and heavy lifting of the farm, she wasn't used to her mother going alone for long stretches of time. She was suddenly not seeing her mother for weeks at a time and it put a significant strain on their relationship in the first few months.
However, life on the farm is never still for long, and she wasn't allowed to dwell on it. Her days were filled with lessons she didn't know she was learning as her father began to play more of a guide and helper. She learned the importance of keeping weeds out of the garden, but not out of the yard completely as they were also edible. She figured out how to keep pokemon out of the gardens, using discarded nets to make a barrier around the most fragile and trading some produce for a Snubbull and Poochyena pup that she and her dad trained to guard the crops and herd pokemon. Decisions that she couldn't make were left up to a game of chance, flipping a coin, or guessing a number between her and her father, it may seem childish but it worked often enough that they kept up the practice.
The last few years were filled with hard work, everyday family drama, and love. They were spent laughing crying and sore but to Nefari they were worth it, she had no doubt she could probably take over her father's farm and be happy here forever. Something kept bothering her though, she missed the road. She missed camping out and meeting new people and she just didn't think she would be okay just settling down without experiencing more. The revelation bothered her for days, eating at her more and more, and pulling her gradually away from her beloved farm.
One day she was so distracted by her thoughts that she slipped up, unwittingly sneaking up behind one of the bull pokemon. Startled, it whipped around on her and she took a hoof to the gut and a slash of Tauros's horn just barely catching the outside of her eye socket. She passed out in the field from the hit and was found when Granbull began guarding her against the other pokemon in the pasture.
When she woke up, her father was a mess of emotion. She had crude stitches in her head and a very sore abdomen, probably from bruised or cracked ribs, but she was fairly lucky to not have been hurt further. Her mother was there, whether she came home at the right time by luck or if her father called for her she never asked because she had been away in a faraway city as far as she had remembered. But her just being there wasn't too strange, it was the fact that she stayed. She stayed for a month without going on a business trip to so much as the nearest town without Nefari asking her to accompany. At dinner one evening she finally just asked, wondering if she had quit the business altogether.
At her prompting, it started a long talk. About the way Nefari had been feeling and what they had suspected to be wrong with her. There were tears and laughs, and quite a bit of lecturing. Then they asked her if she wanted to travel, they had saved up some money in case of the possibility but she had never seemed to want to and they had never asked. Nefari jumped at the chance, and after a few days of gathering her essentials and allowing her family to fuss over her, she was off on her first adventure.
Little did she know just that adventure would lead her to Anrui.
MISCELLANEOUS
| OOC NAME | FACECLAIM |
| Syn | [b]The Rising of The Sheild Hero[/b] - Malty Melromarc, [i]Nefari Rossi[/i] |
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