Post by calder on Sept 17, 2010 21:23:10 GMT -5
PEREGRINE • BELMONT • COVENTREE
Play By: This is an original work by =einlee
Happiness, hit her, like a train on a tra-ck. Coming towards her, stuck still, no turning ba-ck. She hid around corners, and she hid under beds. She killed it with kisses and from it she fl-ed. With e-very bubble she sank with a drink, And wa-shed it away down the kitchen sink.
• Labels Do Not Define Me •
Play By: This is an original work by =einlee
Happiness, hit her, like a train on a tra-ck. Coming towards her, stuck still, no turning ba-ck. She hid around corners, and she hid under beds. She killed it with kisses and from it she fl-ed. With e-very bubble she sank with a drink, And wa-shed it away down the kitchen sink.
• Labels Do Not Define Me •
Name: Peregrine B. Coventree
Age: Twenty Years of the hate and love that made my life the way it is now.
Gender: Female, but some may question . . . even myself.
Sexuality: Boys are like...beautiful and hot.
Status: Well I suppose you could classify me as a breeder at the moment. One day I will have a whole library filled with books on the tiny creatures that I grew up with. I will have my own laboratory, and not have to read those stupid boring books with no pictures and a bunch of messy chicken scratch. Professor’s these days just weren’t creative, just a bunch of men and women in lab coats trying to figure out if the egg or the Torchic came first.
• On The Outside Looking In •
Hair: Well I suppose you could call it pretty, but I on the other hand sometimes think it is just there for no reason and that I should cut it all off. Then I realize that I’ve been growing it sense I was three and if it has taken this long to grow, I wonder how long it will take to grow back to its natural looking state. My hair is a very pale blonde color, almost white but some yellow steaks mixed in as well. Most of it hangs down in little bridges on the right side of my head, the rest is either on top or in a tight bun in the back. I know, not the prettiest or most fashionable hairstyle out there, but it keeps it out of my way and looks halfway on the reasonable side.
Eyes: Oh they are just a turquoise color. I guess in other words blueish-green. They are slightly bigger than the average person’s eyes, but only slightly. I like them; they are a neat subject to draw, because it is hard to draw your own eyes if you cannot see them in your blood filled sockets.
Scars/Markings: Oh no. How absurd of you to think such a thing. Well – no, actually I do have quite a bit of scars. But you can’t see them. Because my father made them disappear by putting an herbal remedy. One day I fell down on some rocks and it left a huge strawberry about the size of my palm on my knee. Well after it had healed it had left a marking behind. As soon as my father saw it he mashed up weird berries and herbs, applied them on the rough spot, and wah-la! It was gone in the next week or so.
General Appearance: Oh well I guess if I must I will tell you. I don’t know why I should tell you, kind of sounds pedophilic to me, but whatever floats your boat. People call me beautiful. I have been told by men and women alike. Some have truly meant it, and others have unfortunately not. I stand at about 5’8. I guess its pretty average. I can reach everything and still frolic around like a child. My eyes are blue, my hair is blond, and my face has very straight cheekbones. My style is very simple, but also very fashionable. I wear a lot of dresses that flow, and just a lot of stuff I can move around in. The things I wear are usually very intricate and have lots of weird patterns and colors. I own a few pairs of pants and shirts, but mainly things I can move in and still look good. Make up for me is not an issue. My father used to put ointment on my face regularly so I guess you could say it is almost perfect to the tee. I have a very pale rosy cheek and tend to blush easily. Most of my body is my legs. They are very long and nicely shaped as well. The only thing I don’t like about the body im living in is my nose. You would say it would be a perfect nose, but contrary it is a little leaned to the left. You can tell to. My left should is also like this. It is a tad bit higher than my right shoulder, so when I’m carrying a backpack the right strap tends to slide off. I guess all people’s bodies are like that in some way. I wish I could have a perfectly shaped, then my book bag wouldn’t fall off.
• There's More Than Meets The Eye •
Likes: Oh a lot of things. Mostly things that have to do with normal and grass type pokemon. Yes those are the two things in life that I love and hold dearly. Too bad I don’t have either. Yep, mother wouldn’t let me start on my own until 21. Which I think her for; because now I know everything I must know about breeding. She was a fine breeder and coordinator herself, raising some of the best pokemon around. She taught me everything from how to breed, to what to breed, and to have a passion for my work. Along the way I fell in love with cute grass and normal type pokemon. One of my other passions is art. Whether it is dancing, painting, drawing, writing, or designing, I will do it. I like the sun, when it’s windy, and I’m in the shade. But when it is bearing down on me I consider like a big orb of bubbling hate. I also love vintage jewelry and pretty things like that to decorate my house and wear. I also love plants. They are cool, and I know a lot about them from my herbologist of a dad. I like boys, they are cute, they make me smile. I also love Budew. Budew is the best Pokemon every in my opinion, well actually Roserade is, but let’s not get into that.
Dislikes: THE SUN AND FIRE-TYPE POKEMON. Grrr. I hate those two. Well fire types all the time, and the sun most of the time. They both give you burns. One gives life the other destroys it. So in turn I hate them both anyways. The sun is just too hot, so it needs to be like a thermometer and be shut down or something. Fire Pokemon should just go die in a hole. I hate them with a passion. One time my mother was breeding a Charmander…it bit my best friend Cleffa at the time! It was so mean. Ever since I have hated every single last one of them. You could call be biased, but I still think grass Pokemon kick their little butts. I also hate big ugly dragon and rock types. They freak me out. Legendary Pokemon tick me off, and team Galatic is quite evil.
Strengths: I think I am good at being nice. I always greet everyone with either a smile or a nice greeting. I also enjoy the arts, and raising Pokemon (even though I’ve only done it under watch of my mother.) I think I am also good with nature things. Whether its plants or grass Pokemon I’m pretty much in one with them. Weirdly enough I’m pretty good at being a good breeder. I like baby Pokemon, and well I guess it’s just my born given talent.
Weaknesses: Building fires, touching fire, getting near fires, breeding fire types, battling fire types, did I mention fire? Yeah, I kind of despise it. I’m not good with it, it’s just my ultimate weakness. I’m also not so good with the breeding of those scary dinosaurs. They freak me out and they are just too big. I also tend to be a little bit sarcastic and rude to small children. I sometimes come off as a smart alec too. Hmm I guess need to work on those.
Personality: I was born to be smart, witty, creative, wise, and dramatic. My mother and father taught me wrong from right and from there told me that I was destined for greatness. I was encouraged everyday from my mother. It made the person I am today. I love to read so, that’s possibly what made me so absorbent of knowledge. I love to learn new things and question the earth. As you can tell I am very subtle, and also very eclectic and eccentric. I hope you understand me now, I mean with five freaking paragraphs I hope your happy…… you little...Pedobear.
• I Am What I Own •
Items:
*A flora pattern bag filled with pokemon, supplies, art utensils, books, and sketch and journal pad.
Pokemon:
• How I Became Who I Am •
Family: My mother’s name is Montrevol Caroline Zhu. She is fifty, and still is working in the breeding and coordinating business. My father owned a small berry farm and was a medicine man. He is 55. I had no brothers and sisters, and all my relatives had moved away from the star region.
History: It started out twenty one years ago. I was born in a small house next to a berry farm. My mother and father were so happy about their first and last child. They played with me and were so excited to be new parents. Soon I grew up, learning from both of them. They were both extremely intelligent, but both cared for me and let me sit in on what they were doing. The let me raise pokemon with them and taught me to learn to love breeding, coordination, battling, and research. I grew up and soon was at the age that I wanted to adventure on my own.
Too bad…my parents wouldn’t let me. They were having a tough time on the farm and needed me to help. They also wouldn’t let me walk by myself. And because no one wanted to go on an adventure in my town…I had to say another eight years. Those years were filled with screams, fights, and other things of that sort. But also some great moments as well, lots of loving moments, and some learning ones too. I am glad I stayed behind, because if I would have gone at thirteen I probably would have gotten hurt or be bewildered by how to start your own farm. Now, I am 21 and getting ready to go.
Other: Yah I know it wasn’t long…but I was kind of road blocked with being a girl making a girl.
