Post by DR-@@GON on Nov 20, 2007 23:18:32 GMT -5
Name;;
[R] i b i k u u [T] s u k a i
Gender;;
[F] e m a l e
Age;;
[T] w e l v e
Appearance;;
Ribi is usually found walking around in casual shirts, whether or not they are dark green with sparkles or cream-white with sparkles. Anything with sparkles. As for her pants, she almost always wears long jeans, sometimes a frilly blue skirt on warm days. Her shoes are, of course, laceless sneakers.
Her skin is apricot-colored, and her eyes are brown to the point of being totally black. Same for her hair, but the strands are light brown when seen in the light or sun. She has some freckles, but they are unseen unless you were looking closely at her. She almost never wears makeup, only on really special occasions... and I do mean special.
Her only peculiar feature is the large bandage on her upper left arm. However, while among people, she acts like she doesn't notice it.
Background;;
Ribikuu lived a happy, normal life... until that day. The day when all she had was lost. It was normal, and boring, like every other day...
|| FLASH || BACK ||
"... and the square root of a decimal... ...should be multiplied by pi to find the circumference..."
All her math lessons whirled around in her head. She was bored... majorly. And she was studying at lunch, at a table. STUDYING, what a first. "...x divided by x is 1..." she almost snorted in boredom, but stopped herself quickly. Then the phone rang, and almost everyone in the quiet lunchroom jumped in surprise. An employee answered it.
"Yes...?" There was a dead silence in the air.
"...what...?!"
People's eyes widened in curiousity.
"...!" She hung up. "Quick, everyone, run, hide!"
The sound of gunshots could be heard outside. Everyone held their breathes and tried to look for places to hide from the people outside, searching, but they couldn't find much places. Finally the doors flung open and men with guns shot at the walls. Everyone screamed and ran for their lives, while the employee was calling 911 under a desk. Some kids were shot and bleeding, while others had escaped to other rooms. My eyes swirled around in pain, because I had been running half-conciously and my upper left arm was shot. It hurt more than I could imagine.
Finally, after a few more agonizing seconds, officers came in, aiming their guns at the enemies, and, after they saw the dead bodies, began firing at the criminals. They fell to the ground, dead. That was all I could remember, because I had lost consciousness at the last moments.
... it was strange. I woke up in an ambulance, and there was blood all over my shirt. I didn't notice the red liquid dripping from my wound at first, but now I knew. I shuddered; it was cold. After a few seconds, I could hear the whirring of the truck as it sped past red lights. There were at least three doctors standing in a circle next to me, talking about how horrible it was to find all those innocent children dead. I heard some of my friend's names being said in sorrow. I got a headache, tears silently falling from my eyes. I could see the doctors look at me just before I fell unconscious once more.
"Ribi..." I woke up to my name being said. The voice was from my mom, who was sitting next to my head. The inside of my mouth was dry, and felt like it hadn't been brushed in months.
"..." After a few moments of unclear thought, I quickly shot up in my hospital bed. "Where am I...?!!! Owww!" It wasn't long before I grasped my arm in pain and fell back down to the bed.
"You're in the hospital."
"But why? When?"
"That doesn't matter... you won't be going to school, your father said so. But what will you do now?"
"Pokemon..."
"What was that?"
"Pokemon! I can be a Pokémon trainer!"
"... alright. But only after you recover..."
And thus, she became a Pokémon trainer.
{{The ending is really fast and thus I apologize. D:}}
Personality;;
Ribikuu is very shy, and often directs her eyes at the floor when she walks because she is insecure about herself. She doesn't look at people's face unless they are her friend's, but this is only a habit. When she is mad or sad, she keeps it to herself in a polite way, but by the tone of her voice you can often tell.
Info;;
She likes any types of Pokémon. But rat types are her absolute favorite.
[R] i b i k u u [T] s u k a i
Gender;;
[F] e m a l e
Age;;
[T] w e l v e
Appearance;;
Ribi is usually found walking around in casual shirts, whether or not they are dark green with sparkles or cream-white with sparkles. Anything with sparkles. As for her pants, she almost always wears long jeans, sometimes a frilly blue skirt on warm days. Her shoes are, of course, laceless sneakers.
Her skin is apricot-colored, and her eyes are brown to the point of being totally black. Same for her hair, but the strands are light brown when seen in the light or sun. She has some freckles, but they are unseen unless you were looking closely at her. She almost never wears makeup, only on really special occasions... and I do mean special.
Her only peculiar feature is the large bandage on her upper left arm. However, while among people, she acts like she doesn't notice it.
Background;;
Ribikuu lived a happy, normal life... until that day. The day when all she had was lost. It was normal, and boring, like every other day...
|| FLASH || BACK ||
"... and the square root of a decimal... ...should be multiplied by pi to find the circumference..."
All her math lessons whirled around in her head. She was bored... majorly. And she was studying at lunch, at a table. STUDYING, what a first. "...x divided by x is 1..." she almost snorted in boredom, but stopped herself quickly. Then the phone rang, and almost everyone in the quiet lunchroom jumped in surprise. An employee answered it.
"Yes...?" There was a dead silence in the air.
"...what...?!"
People's eyes widened in curiousity.
"...!" She hung up. "Quick, everyone, run, hide!"
The sound of gunshots could be heard outside. Everyone held their breathes and tried to look for places to hide from the people outside, searching, but they couldn't find much places. Finally the doors flung open and men with guns shot at the walls. Everyone screamed and ran for their lives, while the employee was calling 911 under a desk. Some kids were shot and bleeding, while others had escaped to other rooms. My eyes swirled around in pain, because I had been running half-conciously and my upper left arm was shot. It hurt more than I could imagine.
Finally, after a few more agonizing seconds, officers came in, aiming their guns at the enemies, and, after they saw the dead bodies, began firing at the criminals. They fell to the ground, dead. That was all I could remember, because I had lost consciousness at the last moments.
... it was strange. I woke up in an ambulance, and there was blood all over my shirt. I didn't notice the red liquid dripping from my wound at first, but now I knew. I shuddered; it was cold. After a few seconds, I could hear the whirring of the truck as it sped past red lights. There were at least three doctors standing in a circle next to me, talking about how horrible it was to find all those innocent children dead. I heard some of my friend's names being said in sorrow. I got a headache, tears silently falling from my eyes. I could see the doctors look at me just before I fell unconscious once more.
"Ribi..." I woke up to my name being said. The voice was from my mom, who was sitting next to my head. The inside of my mouth was dry, and felt like it hadn't been brushed in months.
"..." After a few moments of unclear thought, I quickly shot up in my hospital bed. "Where am I...?!!! Owww!" It wasn't long before I grasped my arm in pain and fell back down to the bed.
"You're in the hospital."
"But why? When?"
"That doesn't matter... you won't be going to school, your father said so. But what will you do now?"
"Pokemon..."
"What was that?"
"Pokemon! I can be a Pokémon trainer!"
"... alright. But only after you recover..."
And thus, she became a Pokémon trainer.
{{The ending is really fast and thus I apologize. D:}}
Personality;;
Ribikuu is very shy, and often directs her eyes at the floor when she walks because she is insecure about herself. She doesn't look at people's face unless they are her friend's, but this is only a habit. When she is mad or sad, she keeps it to herself in a polite way, but by the tone of her voice you can often tell.
Info;;
She likes any types of Pokémon. But rat types are her absolute favorite.