Post by Aly on Sept 11, 2011 13:41:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,20,true][atrb=width,450,true][bg=442130] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ <Full Name> What I am called... Kera Juliete Legrant <Gender> Two kinds of people in this world... Female <Age> Age is but a number 19 August 3 1992 <Appearance> How does the world see me... Kera stands at around 5'6", so she isn't the tallest person around, but her high has never seemed to bother her, nor has her odd taste in fashion, she loves dressing in school uniform like outfits or even slightly formal wear, making her either look younger, or older than she truly it. Her hair is medium length and is a deep purple colour, she doesn't really know why it took on such a tone, but it appears she was born like that. Her eyes are a light emerald colour mixed with turquoise and they tend to shine brightly in contrast to her darker hair and pale skin tone. Kera is quite fit, always ready to burst into a mad dash if needed, or hold her own in a fight if it comes to a physical confrontation. <Background> Where did it all start, it's a hard question to ask... Her household was a difficult one, it started with a rather violent relationship between her parents, and a very open fact that she was never meant to be conceived, she was a mistake, an error her father could never make up for, all this was very clear from the moment she could understand what they were saying. At first the only thing keeping her sane was her mother's faintly apparent love, the odd pat on the head, a hidden smile, all gave her reason to remain full hearted, but even that was stolen from her at a young age, by none other than the man who had brought her into this world. She saw everything, the normal fight that happened every other night, but something was different, her mother was fighting back, things got more violent than usual, more blood than what she was used to...then, it happened...her father had only ever used his words, and his hands, but now, now he went a step further. He had one pokemon, one sole creature that would follow any order...at first the shape seemed kind, welcoming, safe, but that beast destroyed her mother...not killed, ripped her to bits then ripped those to bits. She had never seen or heart of anything worse, anything that scared her more, and she still has no love for those damned Spinda... After that her life took a different turn, her heart went cold, her emotions ran dry, for every time her father would hit her mother he now did it to her, she had no choice but to obey and even then she was tortured, so eventually she found ways to shut herself down, to ignore the pain, to refuse to show any kind of sorrow toward the man who should have been her protector...she lost all positivity, and gained in its place all the hate a single person could possibly hold without exploding...until she did. She was fourteen at the time, her father had come home from work, he had started his usual rage about how he had to work his arse off to pay for a brat that he couldn't let go for another four years and until then she would need to earn her keep. She knew what he was going to say, but her mind blocked the words out, lately he had gotten more...confident...in certain matters and she knew full well that if she didn't do something now it would end in a horror worse than death for her. She knew she had to fight back, so she did so the only way she knew how, she found a blade she had been using to make dinner, clutched it tightly, and before her father could even mention anything to her, she put it through him, then again, and again, and again. She didn't cry, she didn't scream, and after she was done, she just left... She had never been allowed to go to school, she had done all her learning though home schooling books and she had never left the house...so no one would notice her gone, or even know she was there at all... She left her her whole and moved on, alone. She would travel as far as she could from that damned man, and never look back. On her travels she would find certain Pokémon to help her alone, but she would never keep one for long, and if she did she would usually find her beating it senseless unless it showed her absolute loyalty, which made them leave. But as far as she was concerned those who couldn't take it didn't deserve to be in her guard...because that'd what Pokémon where to her, since she could remember, all they were were weapons, shields, armies that would follow your every command, and if they didn't they'd suffer the same life as she did. <Personality> The real me... There are a few things about her she wishes were different, she wishes she wasn't so cold, she wishes she had known true love, or even just felt someone akin to it, maybe then she'd be the person she truly wants to be... She can never stay with one person for too long, she will always find a fault in them and will start to dig into the facts until they break or leave her alone, though she doesn't always do this on purpose, it's just that her flaws were always pointed out, so she feels obliged to do so to others. She has almost no empathy for others, and doesn't always know what she herself is feeling, she's pushed her emotions away so much that she barely remembers what it is like to be happy, sad or even angry, all she knows is being, nothing to it, all she does is exist. <Info> Certain things unmentioned... [She's basically Replacing Elise~] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |