ELITE 4 - SEAT 1 CHARACTER & AUDITION

[Marion Weinberg]

MARION • WEINBERG

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Play By: Huyuko Sasayama

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• LABELS DO NOT DEFINE ME •

Name: Marion Weinberg
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Status: Trainer - Elite Four

• ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN •

Hair: Marion has exceptionally long hair, reaching practically down to her feet. The hair colour is a mix of light greys and purples, cut in a style giving her a small fringe and it is often held back, tied with a large dark purple bow.

Eyes:Marion's eyes are quite small and lemon shaped, with a mix of dull blues and grey in colour. Her eyes often appear quite sad and like she could burst into tears easily.

Scars/Markings:Marion has a number of scars on her body. They are mainly focussed on her left leg where she had to receive surgery as a teenager.

General Appearance:Marion is a slim woman, standing at around 5'10 in height, weighing in at approximately 50kg. Despite looking capable, Marion is physically weak on account of a serious injury and subsequent infections she endured as a teenage. It leaves her incapable of lifting heavy objects and she struggles to walk . Though capable of walking, her gait is uneven as she has a limp on her left and tires easily which results in her being carried by her pokemon.

Clothing wise, she wears a plain white blouse over the top of a purple dress. This is accompanied by a pair of purple stockings and a pair of simple, small heeled, navy shoes. She also carries a long whip with her at all times. With the inability to pick things up and carry things, she uses the whip to coil round and lift up small things herself or to direct her pokemon to fetch things for her.



• THERE'S MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE •

Likes:● Racing
● Large muscular pokemon
● People looking past her disability


Dislikes:● Restricted Movement
● Not being able to race
● Being pitied and underestimated
● Cheaters
● People who make excuses for why they can't do something

Strengths:● Determination
● Unbreakable Will
● Seeing the inner strength in people
● Unwilling to give up

Weaknesses:● Physical weakness
● Unable to walk
● Harbors resentment
● Is often down/upset/depressed about her injury and loss of racing career

Personality: Marion does her best to have a positive out look. She prides herself on her determination and unwillingness to give up which helped her to achieve where she is today in the face of adversary. She's friendly and encouraging, doing her best to help others and find ways to help them help themselves. She doesn't like to quit and will keep going to the very end.

Despite her best efforts, Marion can often be down in the dumps, dwelling on the misery of her injury which cost her what she loved the most. She can find it hard to concentrate and is often angry at the person who hurt her. She hates to ask for her and can often find it offensive when people offer to do things for her; even though she knows they are only trying to help.

• I AM WHAT I OWN •

Items: She also carries a long whip with her at all times. With the inability to pick things up and carry things, she uses the whip to coil round and lift up small things herself or to direct her pokemon to fetch things for her.

Pokemon:
Level:
Attacks: Double Kick, Earthquake, Fireblast, Rest


Level:
Attacks: Megahorn, Earthquake, Dig, Thunder


Level:
Attacks: Icebeam, Blizzard, Megapunch, Crunch


Level:
Attacks: Bodyslam, Earthquake, Thunderbolt, Surf


Level:
Attacks: Irontail, Protect, Metalclaw, Flamethrower


Level:
Attacks: Dynamic Punch, Submission, Seismic Toss, Strength


• HOW I BECAME WHO I AM •

Family: Father: Hans Weinberg
Mother: Maria Van Der Bolt
Sibling(s): None

History: Marion was the first and only child of Hans Weinberg and Maria Van Der Bolt. Her conception was one of a drunken night, but her mother and father decided to stay together - though never getting married - for the sake of their baby. Maria's family, the Van Der Bolts, owned a famous ranch and racecourse, breeding pokemon for speed and racing. The family lived in the ranch together and Marion was brought up with the pokemon, learning to care of them and train them for riding and racing. During her childhood, she helped work on the ranch and even persuaded her parents to teach her to ride.

For her seventh birthday, her parents decided she was old enough to own her first pokemon and bought her a shiny ponyta. Marion squeeled in delight and wasted no time in taking her new horse out to the track to race. In the following years, Marion shot up in the world of pokemon racing, becoming a prolific rider, winning many races and championships. She was in her prime, the possibilities for her future seemed endless until the accident. Marion and her now Rapidash, were entered in a prestigious pokemon race. The unicorn pokemon thundered down the track, easily over-taking most of the competition, which included a hot head young trainer on his dodrio - who unfortunately didn't take too kindly to losing. He ordered the dodrio to attack, who processed to drill peck the legs of Marion's rapidash. The pair fell to the ground in a cloud of dust. The pokemon managed to roll up reasonably unscatched by the attack but Marion wasn't so lucky. Her rapidash landed ontop of her, shattering her left femur, fibula and tibia in several places. She was rushed to hospital and thankfully re-constructive surgeons managed to rebuilt the bones in her leg. She would live but she would never race again.

Never being able to ride again, Marion was forced to do something else with her life. Struggling to walk and do anything after her surgery and subsequent infections resulting from her injuries, she acquired a new team of pokemon to help her. The new pokemon who she gained to help her with daily life soon quickly evolved into a powerful team of muscle, capable of storming the battle battlefield. Leaving her Rapidash at her parents ranch, she couldnt bring herself to trade her Rapidash though she would never be able to ride her again, she travelled with a new team of pokemon across the leagues, easily defeating the gym leaders.

It was then that Marion and her formidable team of carers were approached the the official league representatives, offering her a place in the Star Region's Elite Four. Despite having to be carried by one of her pokemon at all times, her will and determination was almost unbreakable and the skills she earned in such a short period of time after a tragic accident was rewarded by her acceptance into the Elite Four.

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Other Characters: Sunny Fallon - Breeder
Wednesday Assyriane - Order Member[/center]

[Marion Weinberg]

Name: Robyn

New or Old: New

Experience: About 10 years in all.

Why you: I know I have only been on this site for a few days but I really like the atmosphere you've created. It's professional, friendly and welcoming and I would love to be more of a part of Star Region. I've already created a breeder and order member and wanted a trainer aswell. I thought I could help out filling your canon positions. I love the character I've created, I think she's diverse and could offer a different dimension to the elite 4 that already exist. I've had experience playing elite four characters before, I used to own my own pokemon roleplay site a number of years ago now. It may be hard to judge because I am so new but I'm keen to roleplay and can promise you I'll be an active and fun member to have around. I usually post minimum 300 words per post so I'll always give you something decent to reply to. If you have any questions, just ask or PM.

RP Sample: { This is a sample from an old Naruto roleplay site I was on. It's probably one of my better posts. My posts are usually about 300-400 words in length but can be anywhere up to 1000ish if things get really interesting. If you would prefer a diferent sample, just let me know and I can type something else}

In comparison to his blonde haired, smooth skinned counterpart, Kisame had a hard time wandering the streets of Suna unnoticed. Against a backdrop of the desert, hues of yellows and orangey-browns, the blue skinned man stood out far more than Deidara ever would. Even though they wore the same, the crimson-ebon robes, the manbeast was more striking than the petite blonde, practically feminine in his appearance. It would have been a simple errand normally, nothing but a run into down for a package of Itachi's, whatever it was - with them being criminals and all, the odds of it being something legit was unlucky – but he was not one of question his partner. Needless to say, Kisame never obtained the desired item. That bastard Gaara. The Sharkman was barely able to set a foot silently onto Suna soil before the Kazekage was on top of him.

Kisame clutched his side tightly, panting as he move swiftly through the back eyes, nothing but a black and red blur to those who weren’t chasing him. Even for a boy, Sabaku no Gaara had made something of his father’s empire, so much that hunter-nin chased him through the streets. He winced, screwing up his face in a most unattractive manner, sharp teeth biting at his inner lips, pushing down so hard that his tongue lolled in his own blood. Samehada clung tightly to his back, purple spines tainted with a bloody red, as he turned the corner, taking the turn to wide and beating his shoulder off the wall of some strange building. He couldn’t stop now, they would catch up to him sooner than later, and then he’d be shark fin soup.

He crept himself pinned to the shadows as ebon eyes peered up at the buildings front. What a stupid place to hide! So stupid that it may just work. Dragging his hand away from his side, he pressed a bloody palm against his other, eyes closed and chakra concentrated. Water swirled swiftly from his feet, Mizu Bunshin springing to life from the wet, bursting forward into a run through the streets, leaving the real Hoshigaki to his own doings. Limbs drifted to his side once again, palm clutching the bleeding bound in his side, other hand pushing the door open gently. Drifting into the Oasis library soundly, he peered around, avoiding the eyes of anyone. People stirred at the tables, restless with the reading. Breathing quickening, his heart rate leapt as he slipped into the rows of bookshelves; doing his best of avoid any attention. His vision was blurry, the blood from his wound crept through the lining of his robe, dripping on the ground behind him, leave a solid trail to him, as he collapsed in a shadowy back row of books, hefty head knocking against the shelf, literature crashing round about his wounded state.

“Mrrr.” Kisame stirred in his position as the books rained a storm on his already pounding head. They were all in their own right, just a bunch of words scribbled down on some paper. Why were the bloody things that heavy? The shark cursed the books. What happened to be the one that fell open before his eyes? Oh the irony in the words in which the book spoke. Literature wasn’t his friend. Come to think of it, he didn’t remember the last time in which he actually sat down to read a book. Had he ever sat down to read a book? And with the current avalanche of stories falling on against his skull, it hurt too much to think. And then there was that voice drilling into his head. Kabuto? Oro’s b i t c h? What the hell was he doing here? Bloody brilliant. Just what he needed, that little weasel running about ruining things. Speaking of weasels, Itachi was going to kill him. As if this day couldn’t get any worse?

As things would have it, it was going to. That fateful ‘yeah’ at the end of every bloody sentence. The footsteps grew ever louder as Deidara moved down the hall. Kisame turned his head away from it as Deidara spied him, not wishing to see the expression upon the boy’s face though he was already familiar with how it would look. It would probably be the same if anyone saw him in that state. For someone with such a reputation as he, to been seen in such a wounded state was nothing short of embarrassing and to be seen by a fellow Akatsuki, he’d never live the experience down and to be seen by him especially. Of all people, why Deidara? He didn’t speak to the boy right away as he questioned him, refusing to turn his blue face – in both physically and emotionally speaking – to look at Deidara. He slipped his arm round the boy’s neck as he was helped back to his shaky feet, his other hand grasping his bleeding body.

As Deidara moved away, the Sharkman stumbled, falling back some, a hand jutting out using the bookshelf to support him. His eyes dropped to the floor as he caught the blonde’s backwards glare. Was this really all his fault? He had better things to do himself than be here! If anything, it was Itachi’s fault! He was here upon the request of Itachi, so how was Deidara meant to blame him for all this mess? It hadn’t been his fault that Gaara had happened to be lurking with the entire Sunagakure army. How was he meant to expect that? It was just meant to be a normal trip into Suna, as it had been on many occasions before. And anyways! It wasn’t like Kisame knew that Deidara was here. Through no fault of his own was Deidara to be wrapped up in things – it was only by chance –some twisted bit of fate- they ended up here, together, like this.

Why were all these thoughts running through his head? Why was he worried, scared of what the younger would think of him. It wasn’t like him, not in the least. Shaking it off, Kisame blamed the sand. Nasty, gritty stuff. It had wormed its way into his head. That must be the reason. In his more usual, almost childish personality, Kisame spoke, “What did I get into, nothing!” he said with a scowl, beady black eyes avoiding the yellow voids. “What got into me, I think his name was Gaara. Jealous?” he hissed in an attempt to lighten the mood with some dire form of comedy.

Raising his head, he peered over the shoulder of the younger, eyes fixed on Kabuto. Stumbling forward, he made his way behind Deidara, pressing his body against his companion’s back to keep himself upright. The smaller was right, now they did have to worry about the ANBU and the Kazekage hunting them down and there was that part of the man which was sorry for dragging the boy into this mess. But still, he didn’t have to treat him as he was treating him. They were all allowed their slip-ups, and he was sure Deidara had had his. Sasori’s constant screaming at him was enough to gather that much. Their partnership seemed to mostly consist of them yelling at each other for something or other. Itachi and he got along. And though Itachi, the infamous clan massacring Uchiha, was something to be afraid of, it was Deidara’s harshness, which terrified the Akatsuki at now. “Give him the f**king book, Kabuto” Kisame hissed from over Deidara’s shoulder. He was sorry for the mess he had got the pair of them into so far, and wasn’t going to let Kabuto make it any worse.

[BellaMae]

Accepted =)

So your pokemon's levels may be between 50 and 58.

Also, if you could please repost the bio in the character creation board, that'd be great, thanks =)