Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Apr 26, 2011 22:48:49 GMT -5
[ C ] E L I A [ L ] I N [ X ] I A O
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basics
[ name ]
celia lin xiao
[ gender ]
female
[ age ]
fifteen
[ birthday ]
june first
[ sexuality ]
heterosexual
[ species ]
whismur pokémorph
[ playby ]
taiwan (axis powers hetalia)
appearance
[ height ]
156 cm
[ weight ]
92 lb.
[ hair ]
dark brown, reaches down to her waist
[ eyes ]
brown and squinty in lightShe had wished countless times that becoming a morph would, at the very least, keep her human appearance more or less the same: lean, athletic, slightly tanned, and generally what you would expect an average, outdoor-loving girl to look like, if a little on the short side.
Unfortunately, her... "condition" didn't quite turn out the way she wanted. On the upside, Celia's long, straight hair remained the same, and her eye colour also stayed its natural brown. But the stress on her body plus the lack of regular meals had wasted away her former athletic build to a skinny, gaunt frame. However, this scrawny body now harbours much more strength from her Pokémon side; it's just a lot harder and more painful to exert, so she usually doesn't bother going around and chucking barbells everywhere. Less exposure to sunlight meant that Celia's tan had long faded, and the Whismur DNA had since taken over. Her skin is now flushed an odd, pale rosy colour, giving her the unfortunate appearance of a perpetual sunburn, save for the relatively unaffected areas of her toes and the tips of her ears. Her round eyes could possibly be called beautiful, if they weren't so squinty all the time; her Whismur side had given her an increased sensitivity to light, so during the day, her eyes are constantly half-shut and she looks like she's about to fall asleep on her feet, even when she's wide awake.
She's not quite sure what all this morph business had done to her vocal chords, but the fact remains that Celia now lives in the extremes when it comes to her voice. Normal talking comes out as whispering, and whispers come out as barely audible breaths. Anything louder than that, though, could probably be heard across five football fields—which is more than enough to frighten her back into silence, so one doesn't hear a lot of prolonged, ear-shattering cries from her, unlike her Pokémon counterparts.
In terms of clothing, Celia likes coverage. Long-sleeved shirts, jackets, long socks, huge boots—it doesn't matter the colour or style or even size, just as long as it covers most of her body and her flushed skin, she'll wear it. Even if it's in the middle of summer and the weather is sweltering outside. Her fondness for nature and flowers in particular has put her in the habit of adorning her hair with flower-shaped ornaments—or sometimes even literal flowers, as long as they don't rot right on her scalp or something.
personality
[ likes ]
cute things, pokémon, darkness, music, freedom, flowers, her glass flute
[ dislikes ]
speaking, scientists, bright lights, being startled, embarrassment, people knowing about
her "condition"
[ positive ]
quiet, innocent, idealistic, patient, inquisitive
[ negative ]
timid, naïve, paranoid, easily frightened, gullibleProbably the first thing you'd notice about Celia is that she doesn't talk a lot. Especially to strangers. In fact, she's pretty much afraid of people, almost to the point of believing that the entire world is out to hurt her—not surprising, considering what she is and what she's gone through, but it doesn't make it any less annoying for others when she shies away from every single prospect of unfamiliar human interaction. Pokémon, on the other hand, she's much more comfortable around and trusts much more easily, no matter who they belong to.
Aside from that, Celia could be described as a relatively normal girl, if a tad childish. She takes delight in the simplest pleasures in life and generally exudes an air of naïvety and slight airheadedness. Although she's definitely not the bounciest, bubbliest person around, ever since she freed herself of her sister's grasp, Celia is gradually starting to regain a certain quiet cheerfulness about her that people rarely used to see, unless she trusted them completely.
It doesn't take a lot to frighten the girl and she often instinctively lets out shrieks of surprise when startled, which of course are magnified to about twenty times their regular volume. Despite this being a common occurence, Celia still gets extremely embarrassed when it happens and often hides her face in humiliation right afterwards.
Celia is a very musical person and always carries with her a glass flute she got from a family trip to Fallarbor a long, long time ago. It actually serves a practical purpose in addition to being a source of entertainment—because she can't talk at a normal volume, Celia doesn't shout out commands at her Pokémon like most trainers do. Instead, she uses her flute to play out signals, each short tune corresponding with a certain attack. It definitely takes longer to train and perfect this technique than simply saying the attack names out loud, but it's the best they've got when Celia's not taking any chances at breaking some poor sap's eardrums by accident.
history
[ hometown ]
rustboro city, hoenn
[ family ]
eric xiao | father | 48 | musician
thayla yu | mother | 49 | former trainer
arika xiao | sister | 24 | devon corp. workerCelia was born normal enough. A normal girl living in a normal city with two normal parents and a normal sister.
... Well, not quite.
Arika, Celia's older sister by nine years, may or may not have been "normal" even in childhood, displaying a disturbingly sadistic streak from a young age. She was the type to burn Nincada with magnifying glasses, cut up Wurmple to see if they could regenerate, and watch in fascination as Beautifly sucked body fluids from their poor unsuspecting prey, all the while listening to—and enjoying—their screams. Fortunately, she didn't end up being a serial killer or anything... but depending on who you ask, she did something quite a bit worse than that.
Back to Celia though. Celia never really appreciated Arika's weird little schemes. She loved the outdoors and preferred to spend her time wandering grassy trails, exploring forests, admiring beaches, and simply being around Pokémon. She couldn't wait to become a trainer just like their mother, however typical that dream was among kids her age.
She also loved music. While Arika busied herself with experiments and studying the sciences, her younger sister learned from their father the art of moving people with sound, whether it came from an instrument or from one's very lips. Celia dabbled with a lot of different instruments as a child, but gradually found that singing and playing the flute suited her best (even if she wasn't very good at it at first; it took a lot of practice to be able to play something that didn't sound like a dying cat).
For the first nine years of Celia's life, everything was normal, even if the family had to deal with Arika's strange secretiveness and constant seclusion in her room. They knew that she had been eager to pursue a career of research at the Devon Corporation, and had even been hired as an "apprentice" in her teenage years at Rustboro's headquarters, but what exactly she was doing there remained a mystery for a long time—until one day, she invited her younger sister to "assist" with a project they were working on.
"They" turned out to be Arika and her almost-equally-irrational colleague, who were experimenting with Pokémon and human DNA, and fusing the two. Or something like that, Celia wasn't quite sure; all she knew was that her sister poked a needle in her, she fell asleep, and woke up some time later in a great deal of pain.
She never found out why she had to be the one they tested their theories on, even though countless times during the six-year experiment, that question burned as painfully in her mind as the muscles in her body as they went through their unnatural changes. Perhaps it was because she was the most convenient choice, young and still growing and naïvely trusting of her elder sister. It wasn't really an imprisonment, for Celia was allowed to wander freely around the city and surrounding area, but she quickly lost the desire to do so due to her increasing aversion to daylight, as well as an overwhelming depression about her "weirdness" that erased all passions in the life she once loved to live. Her tenth birthday came and went, but Celia looked and acted much too sick to be given permission for a journey and was kept home, much to Arika's pleasure.
Six years passed. Six long years of living with her morph condition and being observed by the two scientists, although even Celia had to admit that it wasn't all that bad. Arika and her colleague weren't exactly abusive; in fact, they treated their "subject" sort of like a pet, cooking her decent meals everyday (though she often had no appetite and refused to eat), buying her small gifts every now and then, and allowing her to go wherever she wanted, as long as she didn't stray too far from the city. Celia knew it certainly could have been a lot worse, but she just couldn't bring herself to accept the situation and the life that she was forced into... and when Arika began talking about her curiosities about two different Pokémon mixing with a human, Celia put her foot down. The clothes on her back, a lightly packed travel pack, and her glass flute—a reminder of a happy childhood long gone—were the only things that accompanied her the night she ran away.
Getting away from Rustboro wasn't all that hard—a quick trip through Rusturf Tunnel and Celia ended up in the quaint town of Verdanturf. Getting far away from Rustboro was harder. It took a full day and many, many failed attempts at asking for directions before the fifteen-year-old found her way to the bright, bustling port of Slateport... which was when she realised she neglected to bring any money for a ship ticket. Oops.
Thankfully, the market of Slateport was busy as always, and Celia managed to sell most of her possessions for enough to get a ticket to... somewhere. She wasn't quite sure where this "Cheyenne Region" was, but the ticket was cheap, and anywhere was better than Hoenn, where Arika was sure to realise by now that her precious "subject" had gone missing. By nightfall, Celia was on the ship and sailing away from her homeland—without the faintest idea as to what she was going to do next.