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Post by PRESTOOOOGE on Jul 15, 2011 12:57:20 GMT -5
Name Amorette "Etta" Cartier
Age 23
Gender Female
Type Trainer
Allegiance Neutral
Appearance Etta was born a little on the heavy side. At eleven pounds and ten ounces, she was a big baby - and she only grew bigger as her mother fed her on love and good food. She grew up fast in Slateport City, only a bike ride away from the open air market. As Etta grew, she came into her figure - and, strangely, developed a shockingly high metabolism. Her mother, who had always been an ugly duckling who had never quite reached swan status, was confused as what to do with her now blossoming teenage daughter. With wide blue eyes and masses of blonde hair, Etta had more than a few aspiring young trainers knocking her door - and it certainly wasn't for a Pokémon battle!
Now a young adult, Etta is a woman who knows how to handle herself. She walks carefully with dignity and purpose, but just like everyone else, she trips on occasion. Not quite as graceful as a persian, but just as sleek. Etta has slimmed down quite a bit, but growing up was a different story. She was always the biggest child when she was younger.
Etta stands tall at about five foot eight and, after years of training in the grass, weighs a mere one hundred and twenty five pounds. She's all muscle, and with her hair usually slicked back in a ponytail, she's ready to battle.
It's typical to find Etta in a short jean skirt and spandex shorts underneath. Fashionable, but easy to chase after fleeing Pokémon in! Her top usually consists of a loose white t-shirt tied in a knot at the back. She's also usually found carrying a black messenger bag with a glittering red and orange rapidash emblazoned on the side.
Etta has long legs and a relatively short torso, often making her seem shorter than she actually is. She has a habit of standing on her tip-toes in front of people taller than her, just to make herself seem more important. Etta isn't self-centered, but she doesn't like to be overlooked.
Appearance wise, think Taylor Momsen.
Personality Etta knows what she wants, and she usually gets it. If not through thinking and scheming, it's from her constant needling and begging. Etta is like a dog with a bone. Once she's got an idea in her head, she sinks her teeth in and won't let it go until she's got it in within her grasp. It's hard to make her seem reason, especially when she's fixated on something that she wants.
When Etta wants something, it isn't just your typical whim. Etta wants with a fiery, all-consuming need. If she doesn't get what she wants - even at the ripe age of twenty three - she will pitch an all out tantrum. If things don't go her way, she will lose it.
Due to the fact that she was babied and spoiled her whole life, Etta has an incredibly hard time accepting defeat. This is especially true when it comes to battles. If she loses, Etta takes the loss to heart - and desperately focuses on leveling up so her team will turn around and beat the living snot out of her challenger next time.
Despite her childish personality and want-want-wanting, Etta is generally a charming and sweet individual (given that she gets her way). She can be as syrupy sweet as pie if it means that she obtains what she desires. Etta, in her own way, is exceedingly manipulative. Though not always intentionally, she often bullies others into giving her what she wants.
She's kind - but to an extent. Etta operates in a give-and-take sort of mentality. She'll give you want you want, as long as it involves a little bit of taking on her part.
When it comes to boys, Etta is no different. Young men operate in a linear fashion. She knows exactly what they want, and she also knows how to use this to her advantage; whether it means flashing a bit of cleavage to distract a trainer long enough to win a battle or "accidentally" rubbing against someone in a crowd to snitch their wallet (only in the direst of situations, of course).
History Etta was born to Moira Cartier in the bustling city of Slateport one fine evening in April. Her mother was a Pokémon breeder and part-time fortune teller and wasn't exactly faithful, so the exact nature of her paternal heritage is questionable.
Etta was quite a large child, ungainly and big in every sense of the word. School children in Slateport were ruthless, often comparing her to a miltank and other large Pokémon. They'd dance around her and cheer, "Amorette uses roll-out! It's super effective!" Her mother didn't listen to Etta when she came home crying, she simply shrugged it off and gave her bawling child whatever she wanted to keep her happy and quiet.
Thus began the vicious cycle. Etta grew up getting, getting, and getting. She never had to give for what she got. This turned her into a spoiled teenager, and then a spoiled adult.
She lived with her mother until she was sixteen, whereupon she moved out to begin her journey. Her mother was less than thrilled that Etta didn't stay in Slateport to continue the family business - but all Etta saw in Slateport were dead ends. Bitterly, her mother let her go.
Etta began training with a frenzy, but not Pokémon. As soon as she got out of Slateport, she began running; anywhere to get away from her chubby, insult-ridden past. Etta had always been sensitive growing up, so the insults had cut deeper than the surface. She grew increasingly insecure about her appearance until she had run all of the fat off her bones.
Still, she looks in the mirror and doesn't like what she sees. A pair of Bambi blue eyes and pin-straight blonde hair meets her appraising gaze, and she looks away.
Etta can't even stand to look at herself.
Just this past year, she grew sick and tired of Hoenn. The Pokémon there had begun to bore her, and she just couldn't wait to travel somewhere new. Maybe then she'd feel okay. So it was off to the Mysste Region, where the people were new and so were the Pokémon.
At first it was nice to see a few fresh faces, but after a while Etta began to realize that everyone was the same. They allowed her to take what she wanted, whether using her guile or looks. They were all alike. For once, just once, Etta secretly wants someone to say "no." She wants someone to take from her.
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Post by PRESTOOOOGE on Jul 15, 2011 14:33:57 GMT -5
oop. sorry, she's from another site and the houndour was her starter there - it was tacked on at the bottom of the app and i forgot to remove it. hurrr, taking care of it promptly.
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