Post by Coyote on Apr 13, 2010 2:19:09 GMT -7
Name: Raisa Eumelia
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Profession: Trainer
Alignment: Military - 2nd Class Officer
Appearance:
Raisa is five-foot eleven. She takes great delight in her height, and often uses it to intimidate others. To add to this height, Raisa often wears high-heeled boots (though as a plus, they have that authoritative thock to them on tiled floors). The boots vary in material, though prefers any boot that has laces on it. These boots often rise to her kees, though she will wear shorter boots on warmer days.
That's another thing Raisa likes—laces and frills. Even if her skirts are short to improve functionality, there will be laces and flourishes added on for a bit of flair. These, along with bows, are her weak point. The color doesn't matter—as long as it's frilly, it's fine. She does prefer short skirts to pants, though; anything else is too restricting.
Her hair is a light blonde. It tends to grow thickly, so she keeps it short for ease of care. She will often decorate her hair with a bow, usually blue or black. Her eyes are a dark brown color. They are often cold and unyielding, or masked in a childish delight. She does not wear make up; she feels it is unnecessary.
Personality:
Raisa smiles all the time; it is so common to her features that it has become a blank slate of a smile, with no warmth behind it. Well, most of the time. She can get really excited, especially when coming upon a new area—the smile will turn into a grin, and her eyes will widen to take everything in. This is truly her element—exploration and observation. She is prone to notice small details and note it for future use; it is regretful, however, that she doesn't possess photographic memory.
If anything, Raisa acts childishly most of the time. Between teammates, toward those above her... it makes no difference. When she's in a good mood, she'll act childish. Of course, she'll curb this behavior when one missions or sneaking around, but it often resurfaces at the worst of times (like when she's eavesdropping and she giggles at a comment). However childish she may act, she hardly ever throws a tantrum and is rarely inflexible. The key word to the whole thing is “act”—it's nothing but a façade, something left over from her childhood.
Raisa can be very bitter when she doesn't feel like acting, and is very domineering when she feels as if her status is being challenged. She very much likes being in control, and only listens to the orders of the higher-ups because it's necessary. She is bitter because she knows that there will always be somebody that will give her orders, be it the leader of the Altairen army or fate itself. (She does believe in fate, to an extent. She thinks that while she can usually twist fate to her favor, there are times when it can get “out of hand” and defy her.)
Biography:
Raisa was babied as a child, and made to act like an angel. Her father grew tired of this and, to keep his wife happy, had Raisa partake in what he considered to be more "manly" activities. Raisa didn't care as long as it wasn't boring. As years went by, a whole act formed. In front of her mother and teachers, she was a perfect little angel, someone who wouldn't swear or step out of line.
Her friends had the privilege of seeing her as she truly was—a tomboyish, down-to-earth and somewhat bratty person. Despite this (or, perhaps, because of this) she gained some popularity amoung her school-mates. She was the leader of the group, and liked it. She decided where they'd hang out after school, which movies to see, what Pokemon were useful... it was wonderful.
After high school, she attended four years of college with a major in Pokemon training. It was a step away from what she usually dabbled in, but her mother was pushing her more and more to befriend a cuddly little critter. However, her mother's influence wouldn't last. So far from home, Raisa let her true self slip more often. When she graduated, her mother offered her a Jigglypuff as a graduation present. Raisa merely smirked at her mother, flicked her wrist and sent out a small Nidoran.
"Don't worry, darling. I've got it covered."
That was the last time Raisa saw her mother. She traveled to other regions for a while, seeing what there was to see, watching and observing other trainers as they battled. She wrote down the stratagies she liked and worked on them. One involved using a Volorb as a bomb. During this time, she also trained her Nidoran to love her and serve her unconditionally. It worked, more or less.
Bored with merely watching battles, Raisa decided to join the military and see how far she could go with that. It would be hard, with her personality, to be ordered around so easily, but she had plans to rise to a higher position. Commanding herself and her Pokemon were not enough; a whole slew of soldiers at her command sounded wonderful.
After four years in the Army, Raisa got her first promotion: to that of a 1st Rank Officer. She was delighted, and started to work even harder in hopes of another. It was hard to keep her motives secret, and she had a feeling some of the other troops knew what she wanted most. Two years later, they gave her 2nd Rank.
Her style of battling was odd; she never used Rogos in battle. She always borrowed the Pokemon the military had trained and used them to her own ends. She kept herself from feeling too strongly about any one Pokemon, keeping herself distant from other solders as well. This was easy; mostly, she saw others as mere tools to her own ends.
Killing, at first, was hard, mostly because Raisa grew queasy at the sight of blood and dismembered body parts. After a while, though, she got used to it. In order to help herself along, she made a game of things: how many enemies could she kill in a day? Shooting off the fingers of a gunner's hands was fun; five points for each finger, and ten for the thumb. She often counted how many seconds a soldier could live when her bullets hit a few millimeters away from the heart.
After a while, she took delight in this. There was something pleasing in the way the bones of the enemy crunched, the soft thud of their bodies hitting the ground. For many nights, she dreamed about men falling all around her at a single touch. To her, the control over a fellow's life was quite empowering.
And then the war stopped. Raisa was sent to Central to take a break. She decided she'd train up Rogos and add a few other members to her team.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Profession: Trainer
Alignment: Military - 2nd Class Officer
Appearance:
Raisa is five-foot eleven. She takes great delight in her height, and often uses it to intimidate others. To add to this height, Raisa often wears high-heeled boots (though as a plus, they have that authoritative thock to them on tiled floors). The boots vary in material, though prefers any boot that has laces on it. These boots often rise to her kees, though she will wear shorter boots on warmer days.
That's another thing Raisa likes—laces and frills. Even if her skirts are short to improve functionality, there will be laces and flourishes added on for a bit of flair. These, along with bows, are her weak point. The color doesn't matter—as long as it's frilly, it's fine. She does prefer short skirts to pants, though; anything else is too restricting.
Her hair is a light blonde. It tends to grow thickly, so she keeps it short for ease of care. She will often decorate her hair with a bow, usually blue or black. Her eyes are a dark brown color. They are often cold and unyielding, or masked in a childish delight. She does not wear make up; she feels it is unnecessary.
Personality:
Raisa smiles all the time; it is so common to her features that it has become a blank slate of a smile, with no warmth behind it. Well, most of the time. She can get really excited, especially when coming upon a new area—the smile will turn into a grin, and her eyes will widen to take everything in. This is truly her element—exploration and observation. She is prone to notice small details and note it for future use; it is regretful, however, that she doesn't possess photographic memory.
If anything, Raisa acts childishly most of the time. Between teammates, toward those above her... it makes no difference. When she's in a good mood, she'll act childish. Of course, she'll curb this behavior when one missions or sneaking around, but it often resurfaces at the worst of times (like when she's eavesdropping and she giggles at a comment). However childish she may act, she hardly ever throws a tantrum and is rarely inflexible. The key word to the whole thing is “act”—it's nothing but a façade, something left over from her childhood.
Raisa can be very bitter when she doesn't feel like acting, and is very domineering when she feels as if her status is being challenged. She very much likes being in control, and only listens to the orders of the higher-ups because it's necessary. She is bitter because she knows that there will always be somebody that will give her orders, be it the leader of the Altairen army or fate itself. (She does believe in fate, to an extent. She thinks that while she can usually twist fate to her favor, there are times when it can get “out of hand” and defy her.)
Biography:
Raisa was babied as a child, and made to act like an angel. Her father grew tired of this and, to keep his wife happy, had Raisa partake in what he considered to be more "manly" activities. Raisa didn't care as long as it wasn't boring. As years went by, a whole act formed. In front of her mother and teachers, she was a perfect little angel, someone who wouldn't swear or step out of line.
Her friends had the privilege of seeing her as she truly was—a tomboyish, down-to-earth and somewhat bratty person. Despite this (or, perhaps, because of this) she gained some popularity amoung her school-mates. She was the leader of the group, and liked it. She decided where they'd hang out after school, which movies to see, what Pokemon were useful... it was wonderful.
After high school, she attended four years of college with a major in Pokemon training. It was a step away from what she usually dabbled in, but her mother was pushing her more and more to befriend a cuddly little critter. However, her mother's influence wouldn't last. So far from home, Raisa let her true self slip more often. When she graduated, her mother offered her a Jigglypuff as a graduation present. Raisa merely smirked at her mother, flicked her wrist and sent out a small Nidoran.
"Don't worry, darling. I've got it covered."
That was the last time Raisa saw her mother. She traveled to other regions for a while, seeing what there was to see, watching and observing other trainers as they battled. She wrote down the stratagies she liked and worked on them. One involved using a Volorb as a bomb. During this time, she also trained her Nidoran to love her and serve her unconditionally. It worked, more or less.
Bored with merely watching battles, Raisa decided to join the military and see how far she could go with that. It would be hard, with her personality, to be ordered around so easily, but she had plans to rise to a higher position. Commanding herself and her Pokemon were not enough; a whole slew of soldiers at her command sounded wonderful.
After four years in the Army, Raisa got her first promotion: to that of a 1st Rank Officer. She was delighted, and started to work even harder in hopes of another. It was hard to keep her motives secret, and she had a feeling some of the other troops knew what she wanted most. Two years later, they gave her 2nd Rank.
Her style of battling was odd; she never used Rogos in battle. She always borrowed the Pokemon the military had trained and used them to her own ends. She kept herself from feeling too strongly about any one Pokemon, keeping herself distant from other solders as well. This was easy; mostly, she saw others as mere tools to her own ends.
Killing, at first, was hard, mostly because Raisa grew queasy at the sight of blood and dismembered body parts. After a while, though, she got used to it. In order to help herself along, she made a game of things: how many enemies could she kill in a day? Shooting off the fingers of a gunner's hands was fun; five points for each finger, and ten for the thumb. She often counted how many seconds a soldier could live when her bullets hit a few millimeters away from the heart.
After a while, she took delight in this. There was something pleasing in the way the bones of the enemy crunched, the soft thud of their bodies hitting the ground. For many nights, she dreamed about men falling all around her at a single touch. To her, the control over a fellow's life was quite empowering.
And then the war stopped. Raisa was sent to Central to take a break. She decided she'd train up Rogos and add a few other members to her team.
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