POKEMON TRAINER, Sophia Smith -WIP-

[♫~Leap~♫]

SOPHIA SMITH

i'm fly. the original.
I'M SLY. UNPREDICTABLE.

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Character Name: Sophia Smith.
Nicknames: Sophie or Soph.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17 years of age.
Alliance: Chaotic, Evil.
Rank: Pokemon Trainer.
Canon or Original: Original.

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i'm nearly irresitable
AND I DON'T EVEN TRY

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Short Appearance: tall brunette trainer with green eyes
Appearance:
[ Clothing Style ]
You know how in the anime, the characters wear the same clothes every day, morning, day, and night? How they never seem to get dirty whatsoever, and they can go on wearing the exact same clothes without anyone really taking notice? But those silly, unrealistic rules do not apply to the role playing world, now do they? And, because they don't apply to the role playing world (much), they do not apply to Sophia in any way, either. For the majority of this female's wardrobe, you will find generally baggy clothing - a loose fitting shirt, and shorts that you'd swear you'd be able to examine her under garments with little effort, just be looking up at her from the ground. While some are a bit disgusted by her overly big and messy style, this girl finds these type of clothes to be the best for what she does. When on a journey, you'd want clothes that enable you to move around at ease and would make you sweet up a start in warmer places. Shoes? Who needs 'em, it this girl's motto. You'll find Sophia in bare feet almost seventy percent of the time - even in public areas. Even at formal parties, she has a tendancy to kick of her tight fitting flats, lean back, and take a nap. How unrefined, certainly. She doesn't mind this at all, though, because she could care less what the community thinks of her.. interesting clothing style. This also means that walking around in public in nothing but her pajamas is not a particularly rare sight, either. Oh, this poor, confused little girl.

[ Physical Stature ]
Sophia has hit the ending of her last growth spurt and stands about as tall as she'll ever stand in the world of Pokemon. And, let me tell you, she's actually pretty tall. Standing at a couple inches above six feet, she can tower intimidatingly above the short - a trait she loves to peices and tries to use as often as possible - and can stand out in a decently sized crowd of people. Though she's mostly indifferent to her height, not really caring if she's short, tall, or somewhere in between, there are quite a few moments when her height comes in handy and others when it, well... is more trouble then it's worth. Unlike hair, however, height cannot be cut down to the designated height. Whether she likes it or not, she's stuck with her tall structure. She was often teased as a child for being so tall; one of the frequent taunts was "redwood tree". Of course, these teasings did not last long, for it always ended up with her and the child with a forming black eye and bloody nose in the principles office. Some things never change, it seems. Along with her height, Sohpia is actually quite thin - a trait even more defined by the baggy clothing in which she wears. She's got a bit of fat on her, though, so counting the ribs on her chest won't be as easy as counting sheep in your head at night, no siree. But it isn't like she'll ever lift up her shirt to let other people google at her bare chest. The bone in her wraist, which was damaged in an accident as a child, sticks out at an awquard angle and looks almost painful the way it juts out of her arm. Her legs and arms are long and lanky, and she has been occationally refered to as 'noodle arms' for this very reason. Those who said it, however, ended up with a fist in the face. Ouch. That's gotta leave a mark. Sophia has muscles, I won't deny you that. There's got to be something powering those punches, right? But there aren't so large that they seem out of place. The only thing she has to gain from strengthening these muscles, though, is the be able to pack more power in a blow to someone who is ticking her off - or she just really dislike. Most her her strength resides in her arms (good for punching) and in her legs (good for running), as they are used the most in this girl's hectic life. Metabolism is obvious, as she eats like a pig and stays so thin...

As said previously, Sophia is actually pretty skinny in comparison to the average Joe, so it won't come as a shock to you to discover that her fingers are compared to the legs of a Spinarak - or some other spider-like Pokemon, for that matter. They're long, lanky, and would be perfect for a musician. To bad she has no taste for any music other then the heavy metal that radiates for her max volumed MP3. She loves the length of her fingers, however, because it's just another thing that sets her apart from the rest of the crowd. And isn't that exactly what she intends to do? She wishes they were longer, though, so others would notice without her shoving her hand in their faces. Oh, well. You can't always get the best of both worlds. Jewelry is hard to come by on this female's body, honestly. She's a bit of a tom boy, in some aspects, and this is one of them. The closest thing to jewelry you'll ever see her throw on is the occational wrist band and the pony tail holderds that hold her beloved pig tails in place. A watch, though, gifted to her by her father, can be strapped around her wrist twenty-four seven. She's always got to be at places on time, otherwise she'll mope about it for the next week. This silver colored watch comes in handy more then you'd think. In fact, when in groups, she's usually the one other's ask for the time. It's her favorite accessory gifted to her by her father, and comes in second only to her pony tail holders overall. Leg muscles? Okay, didn't I say this before? Why must I say it again? Biggish. Not to distracting. You've got to have strong legs if you're constantly on the run, right? And, as for her feet... They're pretty normal sized, really. 'Could be bigger', is what you'll find her saying about the body part that enables her to walk.

Sophia does not tan. She burns. It's that simple. Pale as a ghost, the girl could sit outside for hours and not tan whatsoever. However, she receives burns as easy as pie, so she doesn't realy try to experiment by sitting out in the sun. Sun burns are one of this girls worst enemies; that, you can be sure of. She's so pale, though, that, even when experimenting with those fake tan produces, they failed to work in the slightest. Score one hundred fifty three tan, zero Sophia. Better luck next time, I suppose. She certainly stands out next to a normally tanned person, but she doesn't mind this. It just gives her a sense of standing out amoungst the crowd. Accent? Well, I can't exactly tell you how she sounds... I guess I have to leave that up to your own imagination. Snarky, rude, sarcastic... What do those three factors add up to for you? Ah, past the stages of puberty, Soph has a voice that is strong and mature. With a bigger range in singing, she can typically sing anywhere from a higher tenor all the way to saprano. Of course, that don't mean it's easy to sing that wide a range - sometimes it takes a bit to get her voice to work. She doesn't sing much, though, since she's honestly embarrassed of her singing voice. One of the very, very rare insults she's taken to heart is how terrible her singing in. Why? Well, because everyone seemed to agree - even she didn't care for the way she sang. She occationally hums and wistle to herself, though, so she's not entirely musicless. And, when it comes to singing heavy metal, boy can she scream without it sounding, you know... bad?

[ Hair and Eyes ]
Sohpia was born with some of the plainest hair you'll ever see in your life. With dull, light brown hair that was tangled and uncooperative, it was plainly obvious that the masses of dead cells that made up the boring mass atop her head were far from appealing. For someone who enjoys standing out and being on top of the crowd, this was an obvious and huge no-no. You wouldn't have been surprised, had you known who she was and what she acted like at the time, when she boldly announced she was dyeing her hair a hot pink and stormed out without another word. But, as you know, a five year old doesn't really announce they're coloring their hair a crazed color and get away with it. As the years passed, however, she did manage to get it colored to the dark, chocolatey brown it is today - bold and stand outish, just like the rest of her. Though it's still a pain to manage, it is now possible for her to tame the beast that claims to be her hair in the mornings. Good thing, too, otherwise she'd go bald by pulling it out strand by strand out of anger. Gentle, wavy wisps of hair fall about an inch bellow that in which is her elbow, layers strongly. Her bangs are part to her right and wrap neatly around the framework of her face. There has only been one or two ocations in the last seven years in which this girl has not held her hair up in two, long pigtails - she even wears them to bed - so you'll usually find her globs of hair tied up neatly into two pony tails, center on the sides of her skull. She ocatially braids strands of her hands (sometimes even accessorizing with flowers (see picture in name)), tieing them back into said pig tails, though this is an uncommon fashion style for her. Green baretts are used to keep her bangs out of her eyes - ironically the same shade of green. She takes pretty decent care of it, don't get me wrong - combing, shampooing, conditioning it whenever she gets the slightest bit of a chance. So, yes. She is one of those people who can stand to spend an hour of styling and combing that messy brown mass she calls her hair. One of the most girly features on this female's body, that is for certain, and, without such long and feminane hair, she could very well be mistaken for a male.

Though Sophia isn't entirely skin and bones, thin as a twig and so skinny you'd think they hadn't eaten in days, you can still see where the bones underneath her skin are located without too much difficulty. Bone structure defined clearly in some areas due to a small amount of fat and muscles. Facial hair? Why would you even suggest such a thing for a femal like herself? So, obviously, this is a complete and utter no. Her hair is confined only to the top of her head. Sophia's eyes are planted on each side of her face, spaced equally from the dead center of her head. Colored a briliant shade of emerald green, this is one of the many feature that this picky teen has that she actually can tolerate. She loves the color of her eyes, even. A leafy green similar to that of the leaves on trees after a nice, refreshing rain. Another thing that can set her apart from the general folk. Some have compimented her on them, but she believes them to be greatly underrated. Her eyelashes are average when it comes to how thick they are - maybe a bit to thin, if anything. And this is perfectly fine with her, in all actuallity. She doesn't mind looking like a girl, but she doesn't mind looking like a male, either. Her eyebrows are quite thin, however, and appear to be a dark brown - a couple of shades darker then the main color of her hair. Dimples? If she has any, they're ridiculously hard to see. So, very simply... none~! A cute smile? heck no! Any smiles you'll receive from this snarky teenager will be cocky, over confident, and smug - far from adorable. Discoloration of the skin is yet another big no. Hardly registers to the fiery female at all. The closest thing you'll get is a blush, which are practically nonexistant themselves - only expressed when utterly embarrassed or to mad for words. There's a reason she never lets out a warm, truthful smile. Soph's breath smells. Badly. And why? She has awful brushing habits. Finding brushing to painful, as it makes her gums bleed, she has given up on trying to brush her teeth. Therefor, her teeth aren't exactly... the prettiest whites in the world...

[ Other ]
No freckles. Woot woot.

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i'm easliy excitable
COMPLETELY UNDENIABLE

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Personality:

[ Strengths ]
Let's start this out, shall we, with a long, long, very long list of strengths and weaknesses of this one, odd girl. First off, she is very courageous. She will stand up to a Pokemon that is not only five times the hight of her tallest Pokemon, but that also has a serious advantage over her own tools of battle. Of course, that applies only to the world of a Pokemon battle. So how, might you ask, might that apply to real world? Well, not everyone has Pokemon - or, at least, relies on them to fight their own battles. She'll stand her ground against those kins of people too, never wincing in the face of an opponent that could probably squash her like a bug. Since she can pack a punch of her own, too, she doesn't usually have to worry about the conciquences of her 'courage'. This means she will also call out against her superiors and authority, getting her in even more trouble then she probably should. Oopsy daisy~! Do you know those kinds of people who is is practically impossible for them to stay on one subject for more then twenty seconds? So clueless and prone to switching topics at random, it's almost annoying? Well, she isn't one of those people - no siree. Once she's set her mind on something, she'll stay focused on that one task until it's completed. She's rarely the one to change the subject on another person, and will continue to chat about said topic or remain silent until the other decides to shift to something else. This is also very helpful in battle, as she doesn't get distracted by her Pokemon's health or something else that does not have to do with the scuffle at hand. Therefor, even if fire is raining from the heavens and down upon them, she can stay completely focused on the stake of the battling Pokemon. Er, well, it's kind of hard to exactly say she's mature. In fact, this is a point I could have very well gone without. Taunting the enemy, stealing from the unsuspecting, and making a big deal out of little things, some would consider this female far from being mature. However, she does have a mature side - taking up responsibily without a second thought and keeping those silly little youngin's under her in line. She won't laugh at jokes and will stay almost indifferent in this state. To bad she rarely ever shows this not so childish side. Had she, she might have gotten even the tiniest bit of respect. But no, she has to go around acting like an immature little ten your old. Keep trying, Soph - someone out there believes you're a reliable and grown up woman! Moving right along, we find that she is also very self-reliant. And what does that mean, you ask? When asked to carry a fifty poun suitcase, she won't dare ask another soul for assistance in carrying it. She isn't dependant on other's and can carry the weight on her shoulders without complaint or a plead of help. She takes on a bit to much on herself, however, at times, but refuses to admit defeat and will not rest until everything has been completed and there is nothing left on her daily agenda. This earns her just a sliver of admiration in some, you could say, but is often clouded over by the many poor traits that she is defined by. Lastly in this here paragraph, we find that she was born with a natural... willingness. Have you noticed that she is often the first one to volenteer for somethin that involves another being? Sure, she'll say it a bit begrudgingly and mutter something about how 'no one else is going to step up to the plate', or 'everyone else is just going to completely mess the whole thing up - better stop them before they get a chance', but, somewhere in her heart, she truely wants that position souly because it was thrown in front of her.

[ More Strengths ]
Next, we find that, as you might have gathered from above, Sophia is very work-oriented. Focusing her intrests towards the work that is to be done (or the pranks to be pulled, but hey! That's for later, hun.), she won't stop until everything that has been set before her is completed. Yeah, I honestly have not clue what else to say for this. Onward to the next strength in her personality! Okay, seriously, this is the Pokemon World. Where ten year olds go out journeying without their parents concent and battle for their lives. Where grown men and women go out on marvelous jounreys acting like they are no less then five years of age. How can you not catch a spark of adventure, if not only a little, when you were born and raised in this kind of a place? Even the more serious go out on their own adventures! So don't you dare tell me you're surprised that she is adverturous, or you have a bad case of cluelessness. Anyways... Yes, she is quite adventurous - a trait she's had since a little girl who helped out the local 'scientist' in the neighborhood with his crazy experiments. Going out on her own at such a young age in the pursuit of further knowledge and a feeling of adventure she could never have obtained cooped up in the small labratory or home that she spent her childhood in. Even the words 'adventure' or 'journey' can make her head snap upright and cause an unintential sense of longing to go on one. Furthermore, she is also very... creative. You know how the very first point claimed that she could stand up to opponents in Pokemon battles that she'd have a major disadvantage against without a bit of worry? How on Earth would she be able to beat them and hold on to that sence of 'Big opponets? Easy peasy!'? Simple! Her creative battle styles. You know how in the anime, Ash always has a new way of surprising the opponent with a new style of battling not seen before? (Namely from the Sinnoh Region) The fancy counter sheilds, the interesting moves picked up from watching all those silly little contests... You can connect these two trainers in that way. Can't take an opponent head on? No need to worry! Soph's got just the right plan to catch the enemy off guard and defeat the opposing Pokemon. Not only this, but this also makes her a great artist - drawing wise and musicaly. Of course, she's not a fan of either, so it's a bit wasted on her. Too bad. Boundless energy takes over in this girl - fatigue free and energetic, you'd swear, she could run for miles without a breaking a sweat. Of course, that isn't possible. But it seems as though she never once slows down. Running at full speeds for almost nothing in particular and skipping instead of walking, it seems like she tries to waste allher energy for nothing at all; it's almost as though she herself thinks she has to much and some of it can go around. She doesn't tire in serious situations, either, which is quite helpful. Just goes to show that, no matter how much energy she wastes doing... whatever she feels like, there's still more to spare in situatinos where it is desperately needed. And, the last point in this middle paragraph, we find that she is very imaginative. But wait, Leap, you might be thinking! Didn't you just say she was creative not long ago? Why point out the same thing twice? Isn't that a bit repetitive...? And, to that, I give you a big, fat NO!! This girl has an imagination that can run farther then she can with her endless stores of energy - twisting something so ordinary into something that can make sense to her... just not anyone else. This imaginative brain she has can whip anything from the cutest things you'll ever see (or hear about) to the most gorey and dark scenes you'll ever find. And it is these gorey thoughts that can lead to a bit of paranoia, rubbing off dark, eerie thoughts and depression on others, only adding to the reign of 'terror' she has swept over the land. Whoops...

Likes:

• Hot Cocoa
  
• Plushies
  
• Bears
  
• Her pig tails >:U
  
• Chocolate cake
  

Dislikes:

• Snobby people
  
• Theives
  
• Corny jokes
  
• Dogs
  
• Rain
  

Fears:

• Thunderstorms
  
• Poison-type Pokemon
  
• The barber (she's afraid they'll cut it to short...)
  

Goals:

• World Domination... literally. O.o
  
• To be a Pokemon master, duh
  
• To grow a better bond with her Pokemon
  

Strengths:

• courageous
  
• focused
  
• mature
  
• self-reliant
  
• willingness
  
• work-oriented
  
• adventurous
  
• creative
  
• energetic
  
• imaginative
  
• intelligent
  
• observant
  
• resourceful
  
• tough
  
• decisive
  

Weaknesses:

• rebellious
  
• rude
  
• stubborn
  
• deceiving
  
• self-centered
  
• selfish
  
• suspicious
  
• excitable
  
• reckless
  
• EVIL
  
• unlucky
  
• unmotivated
  
• disorganized
  
• amateurish
  
• ill behaved
  

Quirks/Habits:

• Chews on finger nails when nervous
  
• Tends to take off shoes in public, even in formal buildings
  

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and sometimes... unreliable
DON'T ASK ME WHY

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Family Members:

• Mother: Maria Smith - Pokemon Coordinator*
  
• Father: Jacob Smith - Team Imum Executive*
  
• Siblings: Thomas Smith - Pokemon Trainer; Jessie Smith - Pokemon Coordinator
  

History:

Sophia was born to the modern day family as we know. Not exactly famous in the surrounding areas, but known enough to have friends around to party with whenever the urge suddenly hit. Born as the youngest child, Sophia was entitled to the good things faster to her siblings, and got the house chores last of all amoungst she and her brother and sister. She was a bit of a brat as a young girl, spoiled to the bone and ready to bail when something didn't go her way, and she was not to popular with the neighborhood children - or even any of her school mates, for that matter. Her siblings, obviously, were jealous of her benefits and sick of her whinny little antics, so they provided very little for her, attention wise. Her own parents didn't want to spend much time with her, as her father was always off at his mystery job while her mother was busy tending to things at home. A need for attention and no one to give it to her ended in the only solution a tiny, unsociable girl could come up with - imaginary friends. Or, rather, Pokemon. What the human society had failed to gift her was made up with the creatures she invented with her creative little mind. And at first, they seemed utterly harmless - didn't all lonely children come up with the fake, animal-like creatures once in their life time. But, as time would tell, the Pokemon she had begun to grow fond with in her mind would prove to be much, much worse of a problem.

Born in Veherna City, the labratory, which was not so blown to smitherines back then, was a safe haven for the little girl and her imaginary Pokemon. The only person who stayed behind in the name of research was a man sho had her call him Professor Inyi, who acted like a guardian over the small child when her parents could not. He didn't mind the hyper active girl - he was quite fond of her, in fact. So much so that, when he discovered a fossil he could not quite match a name to, he gifted it to the younger version of out little Sophia.

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i'm strange and i like it
THAT'S JUST THE WAY I AM

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OOC Name: Leap
Age: 13
Member Title: N/A
Experience: 'Bout a year.
Post Example:

"Come on, Eve, hurry up! We have so much to do, so little time! Pick up the pace!"

A thin figure, so skinny you could easily count all of their rib bones, staggered at swift paces across the mountainous area, their old and worn tennis shoes, to large for the feet stuck inside, flopping loudly against the ground. By his side, a tiny little Eevee was visibly sweating, trying to keep pace with it's master. The figure, hjowever, was completely oblivious to the brown creature's condition and pressed onward. But the tin shape was... odd. Two, large and pointy ears pooked from the top of their head, and a tail sprung from the top of their white and black shorts. A peculiar sight to say the least, as someone like this was all but rare in the region in whiched the Eevee trainer lived... And a site of such a thing was to instantly throw the person watching into defensive mode.

Aslander had no clue what he was doing here. A lazy old boy, to say the least, very few things could convince him to even get off his lazy bum and do anything at all. But there was one-fourth of the time in which almost anything could egg him to do something. Of course, this had it's own bad setbacks, as he was kind of impatient and full of all that stored energy. When he had started out, that morning, preparing for a long journey to the Proffessor's home in hopes of a new Pokemon to truely begin his journey, he had felt himself being drawn to... well, whatever was up ahead. And boy, was he excited to get there and see what he would find. Unfortunately, Eve, the brown colored Eevee beside him, was not so joyous. She was panting heavily and was steadily falling behind her owner.

Finally, the rushed trainer took notice of his pained Pokemon and gradually slowed his pace. He was almost to a stop when the duel colored Pokemon collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Making an abrupt hault, he turned, scooped up the Eevee, turned back around, and pressed onward in one, simple movement. He was light on his feet, that, for one, was certain. A smile tugged on his lips as the Eevee's fur dusted gentley against his skin. "'Bout time..." she growled, not bothering to open her eyes. A laugh escaped his mouth before he could stop it from coming out. Yes, he could understand his Eevee. And it wasn't from being partners for so long, oh no. those silly little rumors that trainers could understand their companions after spending so much time with them. The only people who could truely understand the secondary race was someone who shared part of their mind... A gijinka. And that was exactly what he was.

Yes, those ears, tail, and unseen neck fur were all caused from DNA from that very species.

An Eevee gijinka.

His smile, however, began to fade at the thought and his eagerness was swiftly replaced with anger. It was all their fault! If he'd never gone with that woman, he wouldn't be here now! It was all their fault... All their fault... All their- "Cut it out! Your hurting me!" The tight grip the trainer had held on his only Pokemon loosened at her command. "Sorry..." was all he could manage as a responce. It was true, though. After he escaped with his now dead sister, the gijinka had been veiwed a monster instead of the straving boy that he was. Not one of the people he'd known so well as a child even gave him the tiniest peice of food or drink. Even his own family, the people who were supposed to provide his only safehouse, had disowned him.

He was a monster...

He pondered aloud, "I wonder if I'll ever meet someone else like me..."

"Unlikely. You're probably the only freak of your kind," Eve hissed smuggly. Typical. She was always like this. With that comment, she received a sharp jab in the side. "Hey! What was that for?" Tiny fangs dug sharply into the exposed flesh on his hand and a yip of pain escaped his lips. the Pokemon was toosed carelessly onto the grassy ground.

"Oh, yes, that makes me feel so much better."

"Then my job here is done," she meowed, matter-of-factly, a small tongue cleaning the dirtied areas on her pelt. "And I don't appreciate being dropped on the ground, either."

But both comments didn't register to the young, brown haired boy. Petite hands tugged on the bottom of the too-big, pure white hoody that he used to conceil his Eevee... parts. "But you don't understand, Eve. I wasn't the only one there at the time. There were more kids, more children, that were kidnapped by... whoever kidnapped us. And I'm sure that they didn't just bring them there for a tea party..."

"Oh, I like tea."

"That's not the point! Don't you see? There might be-" the young gijinka's words were cut off abruptly at the site of something off in the distance. Well, you wouldn't exactly call it the distance. It was quite a few yards away from where the boy and his Eevee stood, but he guessed that, if he ran, he'd be there in no time flat. Three people. Having a picnic. Food. Food! "Eve!" he shouted, picking up the tiny Pokemon and shaking it almost violently. "Eve, look! A picnic! Food! Food!"

If she said something in responce, he paid no intention to whatever she had to say to him. Instead, tucking her under his arm much like a football player would hold a football, he mad a dash for the people downhill. A couple of comments from the dog - or was it cat? - like creature barely registered in his mind, as most of them were something along the lines of 'put me down, furball!, as he continued to run as fast as his longer legs would carry him. Yes! This was certainly his lucky break... And, as he approached the group, he made no attempt to explain his presence. He didn't even bother to cover up his ears or tail. Instead, he bounced around in overly excited patterns and probably left them all staring at him with strange looks.

"Food! Food! Oh, happy days, happy days! I never expected to find such a luxury as this in such a barren place!" Thrusting the female's hands in his own, he shook it up and down in a similar fashion to the way he'd shaken his Pokemon earlier. "Thank you, um... What's your name? I deticate all my future success to you and the food you have bestowed upon me!"

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