Jan 8, 2017 11:42:56 GMT -6
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FELICIA VALENTINE
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FELICIA VALENTINE
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ALIAS Feli, Maple
PRONOUNS She/Her
AGE twenty-three
BIRTHDATE December 25th
HOMETOWN Lilycove City
GROUP ASSOCIATION
LOYALTY Arbitrary
ORIENTATION PANSEXUAL
OCCUPATION News Reporter
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postitive traits [break]
★ Charismatic [break]
★ Flamboyant [break]
★ Flirtatious [break]
★ Confident [break]
★ Street Smart [break]
★ Optimistic [break]
★ Aware [break]
★ Observant [break]
★ Obedient [break]
★ Lovable
negative traits [break]
☂ Egotistical [break]
☂ Dependant [break]
☂ Clingy [break]
☂ Anxious [break]
☂ Pushy [break]
☂ Oblivious [break]
☂ Absent Minded [break]
☂ Childish [break]
☂ Bitter
postitive traits [break]
★ Charismatic [break]
★ Flamboyant [break]
★ Flirtatious [break]
★ Confident [break]
★ Street Smart [break]
★ Optimistic [break]
★ Aware [break]
★ Observant [break]
★ Obedient [break]
★ Lovable
negative traits [break]
☂ Egotistical [break]
☂ Dependant [break]
☂ Clingy [break]
☂ Anxious [break]
☂ Pushy [break]
☂ Oblivious [break]
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☂ Bitter
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Wie die welt erstrahlt[break]wie sie erbluht eines nachts |
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You were born as Maple.
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Maple Menon, although this is probably your third surname to this date. Lets dig deep into the depths of your heart - what exactly are you hiding? What are you hiding behind that umbrella, under that bright and cheerful smile of yours? You were always so cheerful, so bright and creative. You always were, especially when you were a child. Your parents ran a nice little bakery in Lilycove city, and you were fond of the contests and how radiant everything seemed to be. Your life was no short of peaceful and vivid, a wonderful way for a child to be brought up to her surroundings. Born as Maple Yao, everything changedwhen the fire nation attacked when a terrorist group attacked. Within that ordeal, you lost your younger sister, your father, and your mother right before your very own eyes. Bombs were dropped, you were stuck in the house. After your father realized that you weren't with them, he ran back into the sea of flames to save his eldest daughter. You were unlucky enough to be in your bedroom, looking out to the streets littered with bodies as you looked and screamed at the tender age of 6 years old.
[break][break]
Before your very eyes, from the window, you saw your own mother getting shot by one of the terrorists. After she was shot, you witnessed the death of your sister by having her thrown against a pile of rubble and into spreading flames. You watched as she burned, you watched as her skin practically turned to ashes. You were horrified. Unfortunately, your mind failed to wipe that memory and image imprinted into your eyes. After watching such gore, your father found you curled up in the corner whilst covering your ears. You were rocking back and forth where you sat, shocked from the fear and seeing your mother. You cried.
[break][break]
You also lost your father that night. He was far too focused on saving his daughter, and not himself. He picked you up, one hand to hold you in his arms and the other to cover your mouth from the toxins of the smokes and fires. Though he was inflicted with a few burns, it wasn't anything fatal. He brought you both to the unfinished basement, where you would be safe on the worn mattress down surrounded by concrete. He used his energy to stick a damp towel under the crack of the door up the stairs, and then went back down to comfort you. Unfortunately, he died due to the venomous fumes that poisoned him from the inside out, and you ended up crying yourself to sleep when he wouldn't move. When he wasn't breathing.
[break][break]
"Daddy?! Daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!"
[break][break]
"Don't leave me like Mommy and Ava did!"
[break][break]
You cried yourself to sleep, and you woke up next to a corpse. The rangers were surprised to find you, safe under your basement after the whole ordeal the next morning. It took a person or two to peel you away from the corpse of your father, and bring you to see the right people.
You were then adopted into the higher class Menon family, the man of the house going by Julius Menon. He was your psychologist, he was the man who you spoke to every day since your childhood, and he finally decided that you would be best off if he could talk to you throughout the day, rather than just for a bit at the mental heath ward or orphanage. You were introduced to a family of two other children - your older brother Walther and older sister Chameli. Both welcomed you to their home with open arms, however you were still shaken up, shell shocked by the terrorist attack. You found it hard to adjust and accept a new family so easily, seeing that you clung onto your foster father so tightly.
[break][break]
Sooner or later, however, you learned to grow fairly attached to your siblings. You were not allowed to attend any public school yet, only because your father was worried that you may not have recovered enough. And so he left you at home, home schooled and spoiled you like daddy's youngest princess. He lacked a wife, and you found out that you were suppose to have another older brother who died after a heavy beating - the cause being bullying - and then your would-be mother died from the grief. After learning of this, you chose to do your best to lighten up their days. Though you were home schooled, your father often took you out. You were always so charismatic, so good with words despite being so small. Your father taught you of society, the world outside of the academic realm. Taught you about pokemon, and about people. So.. What? You were home schooled, never went out to elementary or middle - but you were smart. You were still smart academically of course, but just enough to get you by. You started attending a prestigious private school, your grades just got on by with their high standards and from there you stalked both your siblings until they graduated.
[break][break]
Your life in high school was certainly interesting - you've dyed your hair green, brown, peach, and etc. At some point in your senior year, you chose to dye your hair blue. Despite being exposed to so much, you were never able to overcome the trauma from your past, practically haunted by the thought that you could have done something, and you hated it. You'd always try to find ways to get your mind off it, hence the bubbly personality that many know of today. While it's not much a ruse, it's a distraction for yourself; to maintain your own sanity.
So your father got you a pokemon. He got you a cute little Buneary, a pokemon that was just as hyper as you. You spent time with her, you played with her, and you groomed her. You always had someone with you, so you were never alone. You never had to worry about being lonely ever again, but sometimes you would break down at the thought of someone leaving you, and sometimes you just wanted to be left alone despite knowing fully well the consequences. You just aren't 'yourself' when you're alone, and you know how dangerous it can be. By the time you graduated, you decided to leave the region and travel to other places. You changed your name with the help of your father, and you and your siblings all went separate ways. Your brother decided to go follow his lover, she who was a world-renown vocalist and stand by her side as a body guard. Your sister decided to settle down somewhere with her boyfriend and open up a daycare, with him opening up a clinic. As for yourself? Nah, no lover here.
[break][break]
Just a reporter, doing her job. Not as Maple Yao, not as Maple Menon, but as Felicia Valentine. Hah. No matter how much you repeated it, you'd never be able to get used to that name change.
Mein Herz
You were born as Maple.
[break][break]
Maple Menon, although this is probably your third surname to this date. Lets dig deep into the depths of your heart - what exactly are you hiding? What are you hiding behind that umbrella, under that bright and cheerful smile of yours? You were always so cheerful, so bright and creative. You always were, especially when you were a child. Your parents ran a nice little bakery in Lilycove city, and you were fond of the contests and how radiant everything seemed to be. Your life was no short of peaceful and vivid, a wonderful way for a child to be brought up to her surroundings. Born as Maple Yao, everything changed
[break][break]
Before your very eyes, from the window, you saw your own mother getting shot by one of the terrorists. After she was shot, you witnessed the death of your sister by having her thrown against a pile of rubble and into spreading flames. You watched as she burned, you watched as her skin practically turned to ashes. You were horrified. Unfortunately, your mind failed to wipe that memory and image imprinted into your eyes. After watching such gore, your father found you curled up in the corner whilst covering your ears. You were rocking back and forth where you sat, shocked from the fear and seeing your mother. You cried.
[break][break]
You also lost your father that night. He was far too focused on saving his daughter, and not himself. He picked you up, one hand to hold you in his arms and the other to cover your mouth from the toxins of the smokes and fires. Though he was inflicted with a few burns, it wasn't anything fatal. He brought you both to the unfinished basement, where you would be safe on the worn mattress down surrounded by concrete. He used his energy to stick a damp towel under the crack of the door up the stairs, and then went back down to comfort you. Unfortunately, he died due to the venomous fumes that poisoned him from the inside out, and you ended up crying yourself to sleep when he wouldn't move. When he wasn't breathing.
[break][break]
"Daddy?! Daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!"
[break][break]
"Don't leave me like Mommy and Ava did!"
[break][break]
You cried yourself to sleep, and you woke up next to a corpse. The rangers were surprised to find you, safe under your basement after the whole ordeal the next morning. It took a person or two to peel you away from the corpse of your father, and bring you to see the right people.
Mein Erinnerungen
You were then adopted into the higher class Menon family, the man of the house going by Julius Menon. He was your psychologist, he was the man who you spoke to every day since your childhood, and he finally decided that you would be best off if he could talk to you throughout the day, rather than just for a bit at the mental heath ward or orphanage. You were introduced to a family of two other children - your older brother Walther and older sister Chameli. Both welcomed you to their home with open arms, however you were still shaken up, shell shocked by the terrorist attack. You found it hard to adjust and accept a new family so easily, seeing that you clung onto your foster father so tightly.
[break][break]
Sooner or later, however, you learned to grow fairly attached to your siblings. You were not allowed to attend any public school yet, only because your father was worried that you may not have recovered enough. And so he left you at home, home schooled and spoiled you like daddy's youngest princess. He lacked a wife, and you found out that you were suppose to have another older brother who died after a heavy beating - the cause being bullying - and then your would-be mother died from the grief. After learning of this, you chose to do your best to lighten up their days. Though you were home schooled, your father often took you out. You were always so charismatic, so good with words despite being so small. Your father taught you of society, the world outside of the academic realm. Taught you about pokemon, and about people. So.. What? You were home schooled, never went out to elementary or middle - but you were smart. You were still smart academically of course, but just enough to get you by. You started attending a prestigious private school, your grades just got on by with their high standards and from there you stalked both your siblings until they graduated.
[break][break]
Your life in high school was certainly interesting - you've dyed your hair green, brown, peach, and etc. At some point in your senior year, you chose to dye your hair blue. Despite being exposed to so much, you were never able to overcome the trauma from your past, practically haunted by the thought that you could have done something, and you hated it. You'd always try to find ways to get your mind off it, hence the bubbly personality that many know of today. While it's not much a ruse, it's a distraction for yourself; to maintain your own sanity.
Mein Verantwortung
So your father got you a pokemon. He got you a cute little Buneary, a pokemon that was just as hyper as you. You spent time with her, you played with her, and you groomed her. You always had someone with you, so you were never alone. You never had to worry about being lonely ever again, but sometimes you would break down at the thought of someone leaving you, and sometimes you just wanted to be left alone despite knowing fully well the consequences. You just aren't 'yourself' when you're alone, and you know how dangerous it can be. By the time you graduated, you decided to leave the region and travel to other places. You changed your name with the help of your father, and you and your siblings all went separate ways. Your brother decided to go follow his lover, she who was a world-renown vocalist and stand by her side as a body guard. Your sister decided to settle down somewhere with her boyfriend and open up a daycare, with him opening up a clinic. As for yourself? Nah, no lover here.
[break][break]
Just a reporter, doing her job. Not as Maple Yao, not as Maple Menon, but as Felicia Valentine. Hah. No matter how much you repeated it, you'd never be able to get used to that name change.
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