Kitty's Kitties

[Kitty]

R i v e r C l a n

Gingertail ;; she-cat ;; warrior ;; 35 moons ;; orange
Snowfoot ;; she-cat ;; warrior ;; 47 moons ;; yellow
Cindertail ;; she-cat ;; queen ;; 70 moons ;; lightgreen

T h u n d e r C l a n

Stonekit ;; tom ;; kit ;; 5 moons ;; darkblue
Sootpelt ;; tom ;; warrior ;; 54 moons ;; black
Frostflower

S h a d o w C l a n

Ivykit
Frostkit
Dapplepaw ;; she-cat ;; apprentice ;; 11 moons ;; darkgreen
Icepelt ;; tom ;; deputy ;; 56 moons ;; lightblue

W i n d C l a n

Smallnose ;; she-cat ;; warrior ;; 48 moons ;; silver

S k y C l a n

Blackwhisker ;; tom ;; warrior ;; 12 moons ;; gold
Sandcloud ;; she-cat ;; medicine cat ;; 42 moons ;; hotpink
Creamfoot ;; she-cat ;; elder ;; bisque

C l a n l e s s . c a t s

Frisbee ;; tom ;; not fixed ;; goldenrod
Simón ;; tom ;; 32 moons ;; not fixed ;; navy

t o t a l s

She-cats: 10
Toms: 6
Overall: 16

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Name: Brownkit
Age: Unborn
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: He's not even born yet!
Kin: Mousepaw, Alfa, parents; Squirrelkit, sister; Duskkit, Tawnykit, Blazekit, and several others, half-siblings.

Description: Brownkit is almost an exact replica of Mousepaw. He just has a slightly different build, one that matches Alfa a little better. He has broader shouulders than Mousepaw, and has long legs. His head shape is about the same as Alfa's. He has medium-length fur and a long tail to match his long legs. His ears are kind of large in proportion wih his head.

But his pelt is the same light brown shade as Mousepaw's. He has tabby stripes zig-zagging back and forth all over him. His stomach, paws, and chin are all a dirty white color. He has mostly white whiskers, but there are a couple tan ones mixed in. His eyes are a gray/amber color, a mixture of both of his parents' eye color. His eyes show all of his emotions. No matter how hard he tries, people can tell what he's feeling by looking into his eyes.

Personality: Brownkit is a sweet little thing. He can usually be seen wearing a smile and joking around with his friends. He doesn't like being alone, and isn't afraid to go up to any cat to talk to them. Just as long as he isn't by himself. He can be sneaky, sly, and persuasive, and can appear very innocent. These qualities can get him out of trouble quite easily, but sometimes they're a bad thing.

He's easy to get along with and just kind of goes with the flow. it takes quite a bit to surprise him. But he can be easily annoyed. He's more of a follower, since when he tries to be in control, he contradicts himself quite a bit. He is a loyal friend. Brownkit is a cat that is hard to hate.

History: There's not too much here, since he's not born yet. Mousepaw became a victim of Afla, and wah-lah! here he is.

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Other: For his warrior name I can't decide between Brownheart, Brownstorm, Browntail, Brownpelt, Brownfur...well, pretty much everything. XD
It'll probably be something simple, like Brownfur, though. Browntail, maybe.

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Name: Fernkit
Age: Unborn
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: W-what?!
Kin:
Siblings:
Leafkit (Tom) {Yellow}

Description:

Personality:

History:

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Other: WC/RC plotkit

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Name: Redkit
Age: Unborn
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Kit
Mate/Crush: Heck, no!
Kin:

Description:

Personality: Scaredy cat, follower, timid, wary, cautious

History:

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Other: WC/RC plotkit

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Name: Freeze
Age: ---
Gender: She-kit
Mate/Crush: BAHAHA. As if~
Loner because: She was born into this life.
Kin:
Wynter - Mother (Spike)
Phoenix - Father (Ki)

Plague - Brother (Hedgie)
Blood - Sister (Night)
Rat - Sister (Yellow)
Fester - Sister (Spore)
Bone - Brother (Syd)

Smokepaw - Paternal Halfbrother (Ki)
Mudpaw - Paternal Uncle (Spike)
Doveheart - Paternal Great-Great Aunt (Ki)
Badgerclaw - Maternal Great Uncle (Spike)

Residence: Rogue Loft

Despcription:
Long-haired and soft, Freeze has the appearance of a, well, kit. From her fluffy white fur to her small stature, this she-kit pulls off looking kit-like very easily. Despite her small size, she is still a good bit bigger than her younger brother, Bone. She is thin, although with all that thick fur its rather hard to tell, and lithe, with long legs and a long tail. Her head is rounded and probably always will be, with a perfectly average length muzzle topped with a pink nose. Two almond-shaped pale yellowy-green eyes seem to show no emotion other than their usual perky happiness, although when annoyed that clearly show through her cheery mask.

There is no doubt about it - Freeze really is a pretty little she-kit. Her fur is long and thick and soft. This is both a good and bad thing. It tends to absorb a lot of water on wet and rainy days, but in leafbare it keeps her warm, and for some reason she always seems to stay comfortable in greenleaf, despite all that fur. It is a white in color, though a dark white. In fact, her pelt could almost be considered a very light gray - very very light, mind you. A couple barely-there stripes on her forehead are in the shape of a tabby cat's signature "M". Freeze's fur tends to get messy when she's running around, being active with her siblings and "play-fighting", so she tends to leave it be, giving her an overall unruly look. Really, though, she can't help it. She just doesn't much care for grooming every five heartbeats.

With sharp kit teeth and claws, its already obvious that Freeze will be a good fighter when she's older. Her legs are actually rather muscular, but the muscles are lean and not quite as noticeable as other cats'. Her long legs end in round little paws, which pad nearly soundlessly without her even meaning for them to, making Freeze a great sneaker (a trait she uses to her advantage).

Although seeming to be your perfect average mischevious kit, Freeze is far from it. Oh, no, after you get to know her, you may wish you hadn't been drawn in by her big cheery eyes.

Personality:
At first glance, Freeze appears to be an average kit. She's perky, cheery, curious...but then you look past all the averageness and it gets...creepy. Because you'll notice she's a bit too perky and cheerful, if that's even possible. Her eyes rarely show any other emotion than amusement or happiness, to the point that its just all-around freakish.

Her cheery words seem to carry a darker meaning. She could be telling you to go and launch yourself headfirst off a cliff - completely serious - and her voice won't even stray from its light tone. The very eerie thing about her, though, is that her happiness and bliss seems to increase tenfold when ordered by her father or her mother to "playfight" with her siblings, or to pounce on that unsuspecting little cat over there, or even to go hunt and bring back some prey. The thing is, she just enjoys what she was raised to do much too much: kill.

As already said, she tends to talk in a very light-hearted voice, happiness, cheerfulness, amusement, all those wonderful things taintin her tones, when in reality she could be hating your guts on the inside. The only emotion to break through this carefully created mask is annoyance - no matter what, if you annoy her, you'll recieve the rarely-seen sharp side of her tongue. Freeze's voice is very sing-songy, and tends to turn up on the end of sentences as if she's always asking questions.

A few odd little quirks make Freeze an interesting cat to be around. She really does love to sneak up on other cats, showing her frequently-revealed mischevious side when she does this. Chewing on other cats' ears is her number one way to reveal how she feels about other cats, although she will naw on your ear to show any emotion, from love to hate, playfulness to exhaustion. The harder she chews, the stronger that emotion is. Which one is she really expressing? Who knows. Another thing about her: every cat must have a nickname. In her presence, you will not be known as simply "Plague" or "Phoenix", but "Plaguey" and "Fee-fee". Every cat has a nickname, and that is that.

Rarely appearing sad or downcast, Freeze obeys her father's every command. She is most definitely a daddy's girl - daddy's favorite. Phoenix has her neverending, undying loyalty. Now, her mother, on the other hand...Freeze simply does as her mother instructs because she's too afraid not to. Its very likely that one day, Freeze will turn against her mother altogether, but as of right now, she is a kit who accepts the way things are because there's nothing she can do about them.

Not exactly what you call "trustworthy", Freeze has a very good memory. She holds on to all information and if at any point she needs blackmail, there it is, stored away in her mind. She keeps secrets...until you anger her, and then the whole Rogue Loft knows them. While she doesn't think she's much better than her family, she looks down on all others, seeing them as beyond her attention. This of course is nearly impossible to tell, because she still interacts with other cats in her cheery, seemingly innocent ways. One for grudge-holding, if you think you might one day turn against her, Freeze is not a cat you want to get close to at all if you aren't family (and even then she still holds grudges).

No, Freeze might seem like the average kit to begin with, but make no mistake: Freeze is far from average, for she was born to be what her parents intended from the start: A ruthless Clan cat killer. She will attack any cat her parents order her to without hesitation. If you get close to her, you better watch your back.

History:
There was once two cats, a mommy and a daddy, and they loved each other very much...

That's what's supposed to happen, right? Psh, as if.

More like "There was once two cats, a loner and a rogue, and they both hated the Clans very much..."

"The rogue and the loner came up with the ultimate plot: Have kits together and raise them to be ruthless killers!"

And then Freeze and her siblings came into this world.

The end.

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Name: Smallkit
Age: ---
Gender: She-kit
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Kit
Mate/crush: Um, ew?
Kin:
Cindertail - mother (Me)
Leopardfang - father (Ki)

Lark-kit - sister (Yellow)
Heronkit - brother (Ki)
Speckledkit - brother (Hedgie)
Icekit - brother (Spike)

Description: The most immediate thing you notice about Smallkit is who her mother is. Smallkit is almost and exact replica of Cindertail, with the same small, rather muscular build. She's a beautiful little kit, really, with her soft white fur and light gray splotches. While her mother's face is gray from the top half of her muzzle up, Smallkit has a gray "almost mask" (if the gray stretched down much farther over her eyes it could be considered a mask) and one pretty big gray spot attached to the "mask" offcenter on her muzzle.

Although she look likes her mother in everything else, Smallkit gets her eyes from her father. She has almost almond-shaped eyes, in the exact same shade of amber that Leopardfang's are. Everything else about her matches Cindertail more closely then him, but if you look for it, you can see signs of both of her parents in her.

Personality: At first glance, you immediately notice one thing: Smallkit is a quiet, serious kit. This she gets from her parents - both of them. She, much the opposite of her hyperactive brother, Speckledkit, would rather sit and watch the other kits playfight instead of actually taking part in the activity, preferring more simple games such as hide and seek, mossball, or swimming, even. Don't get me wrong, she isn't lazy - far from it. She'd just rather run off to listen to Cindertail tell a story of her young warrior days, or have Leopardfang teach her to swim or fish.

Not-so-patient, Cindertail shines through in Smallkit with her sharp tongue. With both of her parents' strong beliefs, this is a kit that is a firm believer in StarClan. Completely loyal to the warrior code, she has no idea how cats are able to break it. HalfClan cats are against the warrior code, right? Well, why do they exist? Who would go against the warrior code and have kits like that?!

Now on to something else about Smallkit: when she sets out to do something, it will get done. It doesn't matter how long it takes, if Smallkit wants it done, it will be done. "Brother, if you don't clean that moss out of your fur, I'll do it for you!" "I'm not going back to camp until I catch this fish!" "No, I'm going to get the elders den cleaned first!" It will get done, and she may even get to the point where she obsesses over it. This makes her a determined little kit, and she's very unlikely to give up.

History: There's not much to tell, but her parents, Leopardfang and Cindertail, are both elderly. She ahs four siblings, Icekit, Lark-kit, Speckledkit, and Heronkit.

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Other:
BLAH. I KNOW SHE HAS A HUGE AMOUNT OF TOES. >.<
The picture I used to begin with keeps changing. So this is the closest thing I could find to it, but yeah, it has about...four toes too many. >> << >> She doesn't have those extra toes.

[Kitty]

Name: Freeze
Age: ---
Gender: She-kit
Mate/Crush: BAHAHA. As if~
Loner because: She was born into this life.
Kin:
Wynter - Mother (Spike)
Phoenix - Father (Ki)

Plague - Brother (Hedgie)
Blood - Sister (Night)
Rat - Sister (Yellow)
Fester - Sister (Spore)
Bone - Brother (Syd)

Smokepaw - Paternal Halfbrother (Ki)
Mudpaw - Paternal Uncle (Spike)
Doveheart - Paternal Great-Great Aunt (Ki)
Badgerclaw - Maternal Great Uncle (Spike)

Residence: Rogue Loft

Despcription:
Long-haired and soft, Freeze has the appearance of a, well, kit. From her fluffy white fur to her small stature, this she-kit pulls off looking kit-like very easily. Despite her small size, she is still a good bit bigger than her younger brother, Bone. She is thin, although with all that thick fur its rather hard to tell, and lithe, with long legs and a long tail. Her head is rounded and probably always will be, with a perfectly average length muzzle topped with a pink nose. Two almond-shaped pale yellowy-green eyes seem to show no emotion other than their usual perky happiness, although when annoyed that clearly show through her cheery mask.

There is no doubt about it - Freeze really is a pretty little she-kit. Her fur is long and thick and soft. This is both a good and bad thing. It tends to absorb a lot of water on wet and rainy days, but in leafbare it keeps her warm, and for some reason she always seems to stay comfortable in greenleaf, despite all that fur. It is a white in color, though a dark white. In fact, her pelt could almost be considered a very light gray - very very light, mind you. A couple barely-there stripes on her forehead are in the shape of a tabby cat's signature "M". Freeze's fur tends to get messy when she's running around, being active with her siblings and "play-fighting", so she tends to leave it be, giving her an overall unruly look. Really, though, she can't help it. She just doesn't much care for grooming every five heartbeats.

With sharp kit teeth and claws, its already obvious that Freeze will be a good fighter when she's older. Her legs are actually rather muscular, but the muscles are lean and not quite as noticeable as other cats'. Her long legs end in round little paws, which pad nearly soundlessly without her even meaning for them to, making Freeze a great sneaker (a trait she uses to her advantage).

Although seeming to be your perfect average mischevious kit, Freeze is far from it. Oh, no, after you get to know her, you may wish you hadn't been drawn in by her big cheery eyes.

Personality:
At first glance, Freeze appears to be an average kit. She's perky, cheery, curious...but then you look past all the averageness and it gets...creepy. Because you'll notice she's a bit too perky and cheerful, if that's even possible. Her eyes rarely show any other emotion than amusement or happiness, to the point that its just all-around freakish.

Her cheery words seem to carry a darker meaning. She could be telling you to go and launch yourself headfirst off a cliff - completely serious - and her voice won't even stray from its light tone. The very eerie thing about her, though, is that her happiness and bliss seems to increase tenfold when ordered by her father or her mother to "playfight" with her siblings, or to pounce on that unsuspecting little cat over there, or even to go hunt and bring back some prey. The thing is, she just enjoys what she was raised to do much too much: kill.

As already said, she tends to talk in a very light-hearted voice, happiness, cheerfulness, amusement, all those wonderful things taintin her tones, when in reality she could be hating your guts on the inside. The only emotion to break through this carefully created mask is annoyance - no matter what, if you annoy her, you'll recieve the rarely-seen sharp side of her tongue. Freeze's voice is very sing-songy, and tends to turn up on the end of sentences as if she's always asking questions.

A few odd little quirks make Freeze an interesting cat to be around. She really does love to sneak up on other cats, showing her frequently-revealed mischevious side when she does this. Chewing on other cats' ears is her number one way to reveal how she feels about other cats, although she will naw on your ear to show any emotion, from love to hate, playfulness to exhaustion. The harder she chews, the stronger that emotion is. Which one is she really expressing? Who knows. Another thing about her: every cat must have a nickname. In her presence, you will not be known as simply "Plague" or "Phoenix", but "Plaguey" and "Fee-fee". Every cat has a nickname, and that is that.

Rarely appearing sad or downcast, Freeze obeys her father's every command. She is most definitely a daddy's girl - daddy's favorite. Phoenix has her neverending, undying loyalty. Now, her mother, on the other hand...Freeze simply does as her mother instructs because she's too afraid not to. Its very likely that one day, Freeze will turn against her mother altogether, but as of right now, she is a kit who accepts the way things are because there's nothing she can do about them.

Not exactly what you call "trustworthy", Freeze has a very good memory. She holds on to all information and if at any point she needs blackmail, there it is, stored away in her mind. She keeps secrets...until you anger her, and then the whole Rogue Loft knows them. While she doesn't think she's much better than her family, she looks down on all others, seeing them as beyond her attention. This of course is nearly impossible to tell, because she still interacts with other cats in her cheery, seemingly innocent ways. One for grudge-holding, if you think you might one day turn against her, Freeze is not a cat you want to get close to at all if you aren't family (and even then she still holds grudges).

No, Freeze might seem like the average kit to begin with, but make no mistake: Freeze is far from average, for she was born to be what her parents intended from the start: A ruthless Clan cat killer. She will attack any cat her parents order her to without hesitation. If you get close to her, you better watch your back.

History:
There was once two cats, a mommy and a daddy, and they loved each other very much...

That's what's supposed to happen, right? Psh, as if.

More like "There was once two cats, a loner and a rogue, and they both hated the Clans very much..."

"The rogue and the loner came up with the ultimate plot: Have kits together and raise them to be ruthless killers!"

And then Freeze and her siblings came into this world.

The end.

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Other: ---

[Kitty]

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»The Player

Your nickname: Kitty
Roleplaying for how long? Four years



»The Puppet

Name: Nerina Parsons
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Very dark brown
Eye Color: Gray-blue
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Law firm secretary
Face Claim: Anna Christine Speckhart

Description: Standing in at about 5'7, Nerina is a bit above average in height. Considering she also wears high heels daily, she gains about four inches, making her seem even taller. This coupled with her slim figure make her seem very lithe and model-like. Despite her thinness, Nerina still has some curves; she prides herself on wearing a B-cup bra; plus, she actually has some hips and a bit of a booty. While this may seem lacking to some, she certainly can't complain about it.

Also adding to the super-model effect is Nerina's looks in general. She's got a body some people might be jealous of, and her face is no exception. She has big, blue-gray eyes that in themselves could be a subject of envy. Her skin is tanned with a natural pigmentation. With a small nose, full lips, and a sharp chin, her look is complete. Throw in her long, thick dark brown hair and you've got her down. During work hours she keeps it pulled back, but the rest of the time she has a casually messy, windblown look going on that really works for her.

As for her clothes, these range greatly depending on what Nerina is doing. One thing you can always count on, though, is that she'll make some sort of attempt at looking good, and pulls it off -- even in those skirt suits that she wears to work. To work she'll wear dress suits, hair pulled back from her face, with little makeup -- just eyeliner, mascara, and some coverup. After hours, she'll go home, shed the suit, and throw on some more casual, sexier-looking attire, though none too revealing. The makeup comes off and her hair is removed from its clasps, returning to the familiar messy look it has the rest of the time. Sometimes, at night, you'll catch her hitting some clubs -- bring on the all-out skimpy wardrobe, mini skirts, booty shorts, teeny little tops. And then there's, of course, her secret other job which requires almost no clothing at all.

Personality: Wily, crazy, daring, devious...all these things among others are perfect words to describe Nerina. Nerina could perhaps be considered a tornado in human form; unpredictable and, might as well admit it, pretty destructive. She's one of those people that gets an idea and will go for it, no matter the costs. Stubborn as a mule, it takes an incredibly determined and patient person to talk her out of anything. In this way she can also be a bit of a bitch; she's not above cussing someone out or swinging a punch at people ticking her off. Nerina also has the art of acting down; every day she lives a lie, so she'd have to. In fact, she pretty much acts all through her work day, as a normal, slightly rambunctious secretary. A slightly rambunctious secretary with some serious flirting problems. Really, it's not completely Nerina's fault; she's a flighty female who just so happens to really, really like men. And she's a master at picking them up; charismatic and seductive, most guys fall for her charm. But really, deep down, Nerina is just your typical heroine.

....

Very deep down.

History: Nerina did not grow up under the best of circumstances. Yes, her family had money. No, they weren't poor. But her mother was one of those types that slept around. A lot. Her official occupation was a nurse for a small, local-run doctor's office, but off the record she was a hooker. There was no real father in the picture, and the men she brought home were only temporary. Before long she'd moved on to another one. Nerina was the product of one of these flings, and when asked Nerina's mother will say that she's not even completely sure who her father is. Nevertheless, young Nerina grew up largely on her own with her mother's slut-like influence. Perhaps this is largely where her personality came from.

Despite this, her mother, who was a simple, normal human, tried to give her daughter a normal life, and when she discovered that Nerina had superpowers was when she discovered that whoever she'd slept with was a hero or a villain. This complicated their lives because her mother had no idea how to deal with a daughter this superpowers; for this reason, her daughter was left largely on her own to figure out how to use them. It took several years, but at last Nerina managed to do it somewhat decently.

When she hit age sixteen, Nerina followed her mother out to clubs, where she would watch her in secret to see what she did when she left the house every night. Her mom's night life consisted of gambling, pot, and men. After a while Nerina's night life occasionally revolved around bars and clubs as well; the men liked the possibilities with a girl as young as herself, and the beer was good. Her schooling progressed steadily despite this, even if perhaps her grades fell a bit.

By age 20, Nerina was on the fast track to being successful. While she was in college she was offered a job at a law firm as a secretary. The skirt suits she had to wear were stifling and seemed overkill but the pay was good and the guys were often pretty handsome. This was also the point in her life when her mother was killed by a villain known at the time as Sausage. After that day, Nerina, despite her somewhat iffy behaviors, swore she'd never be a villain who killed normals pointlessly and signed up to be a hero. She donned an extremely skimpy super suit, threw on a mask, and would target those villains -- humans too -- who stalked the alleys and clubs for girls and women who seemed like easy targets, often by seducing them herself. This brought about the nickname Eye-Candy which the tabloids gave her. She hates it -- too cutesy -- but there's nothing she can do about it.

And so Eye-Candy she shall remain, if that's the price to pay to keep people like her mother safe.

»The Side-effects

Super Name: Eye-Candy
Class: Hero, though sometimes this is a bit questionable.
Powers: Telekinesis, wall climbing, teleportation
Weakness: Puppies
How do they get into their disguise? She just wears it under her clothes. When she needs to change she'll slip under a desk or into a closet and peel off her top layer, and then she's good to go.
Suit description: Her supersuit is most frequently simply a matching bra and underwear -- bright red silk with lacy black over top. Sometimes, however, you can catch her in a skimpy bathing suit one piece with just enough material to cover her goodies. This, too, is bright red. A thick black belt goes around the top of her underwear, holding a few useful items. And let's not forget those four-inch scarlet-colored heels she always totes around in! To finish the outfit off she's got a masquerade mask -- one of those flashy glittery red ones with the feathers and all. This conceals her face from the rest of the world.

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Roleplay example:
The sounds of fists beating on the door of her apartment awoke Nerina.

She was hungover and had a pounding headache when she finally reached the door, grimacing at the woman who stood before her. She obviously didn't look so good -- either that or the glare she turned on this lady was much more menacing than intending -- because she took a few steps back when the door opened. Her nose was crinkled up in disgust.

With a sigh, Nerina said, "Hello, Ms. Laughry."

"Are you ill, dear?" Ms. Laughry asked. So that was it. She was such a germ freak.

"Just hungover." This earned her a scolding glance from Ms. Laughry, but before she could launch into a lecture on 'the dangers of alcoholic beverages', Nerina stopped her with a snappy, "What do you want?"

Ms. Laughry's disapproving look grew. "I was just going to inform you that you had a young man stop by last night while you were gone." Why was this bitch watching her apartment? Nosy neighbors were the bane of Nerina's existence. At least she didn't know she'd been at a skanky club last night. "He waited a bit but then left." Obviously, since he wasn't here anymore. Who was 'he', anyway?

"Well. Thanks for telling me that, Ms. Laughry. I'll be sure to ask the next male to stop by here if it was him." By this point her neighbor was radiating disapproval; with a brief nod, she turned and went back to her own apartment, leaving a very irritated Nerina to her own devices. Turning, Nerina went inside and popped down a few Tylenol.

God, nosy neighbors were the devil.

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Trainer Kian Adair Parker
of Waylan

Kiki; Adair // 10 // Male

People tell me that I am
an innocent, sweet little boy. Which honestly, I'm okay with. Wanna know why? Innocence is a wonderful thing when starving. I'm just a hungry little sweet kid, right? If you're innocent, you can pull off all sorts of things.

However, innocence also leaves you as an easy target. When this happens, enter my cleverness! I've got a game plan for every possible accident, and by "game plan", I mean "make something up on the spot and hope I live", if you know what I mean.

But...who said my innocence wasn't a facade? In all honesty, I do what I have to to survive. Feigning innocence helps me do that. And if I have to steal...well, who says I steal? No use denying it: I do on occasion. Enter my cunning, deceptive, mischevious, inteligent side! I plot stuff out well. Getting that old lady that lives down the street to trust a cute little ten-year-old it pretty easy. Well, getting anyone to trust a ten-year-old is pretty easy. They take me under their wing, and before they know it, I've taken something and bolted in the middle of the night.

Okay so you've gotten all that, right? Well, when I'm not keeping up my facade, you've got a fighter on your hands. I can - and will - back up my opinion. I'm not afraid to fight and I'm actually kind of good at it! Okay, I'm lying. I'm horrible at fighting. I can't physically defend myself worth my life or anyone else's. Why else would I be catching Pokémon?

I'll let you in on a little secret (which I won't do very often, because although it might seem like I'd trust you with my life, really I have to get to know you really well before I will freely tell my deepest darkest secrets). I'm a kid that knows how to hold a grudge. I have a habit of lurking in the shadows and picking up on things not meant for my ears - perfect blackmail for if you ever get on my bad side, let me tell you. I'm a backstabber...okay, that's an overstatement, but you know what I mean. I will turn on you if it benefits me. I'm a bit vain and cocky, maybe even arrogant.

I tend to have a short temper, no matter whether I'm being my sweet side or my normal self. My little facade is just better at hiding it. And lying? Psh, I never do that! And let's get one thing straight: I'm not spoiled. So what if I get whatever I want? Doesn't mean I'm spoiled!!! I work hard for what I have (avoiding getting caught, that is)!!!

Just don't get on my bad side and you're good!

I would describe myself as
adorable, of course~ That's the first word that pops into my mind, that and innocent. With my big, dark blue eyes and sweet little smile, I'm the cutest thing you'll ever meet~

My hair is kinda long, falling down to almost touch my shoulders in a couple places. Its long in the front, short in the back. I've kinda got bangs and sometimes when I'm really amping up the act I like to act all shy and hide behind them. My hair is thick, and mostly black except for the front, which is white.

I'm kinda short, and a bit on the slender side. My arms and my legs are proportionate to my body at least, though. I try to make myself look taller by standing straight and tall, expecially if I'm trying to convince some old woman that "really, I'm okay" and "you shouldn't take me in" even though I know she will anyway. My feet are kinda small, but they hold me up perfectly okay, so I don't really care. They're tough and can stand walking on a lot of different surfaces, smooth, rough, pokey, soft, hard, whatever. When you've walked around as much as I have they tend to get that way. My arms and legs are kinda muscular, but the muscles are lean so its a little harder to tell. But they're there, believe me!

I have a medium complexion. My skin isn't tan or pale or anything, its just medium, exactly between the two of them.

Now, for clothes I tend to stick with colors that will make me seem less...dirty? So, browns, tans, whites, creams, oranges, yellows...basically warm colors, yeah. I stick with loose long-sleeved shirts and knee-length shorts (yup, I wear those year-round). For shoes I have these kinda girly-looking tan boots, but they aren't exactly boots anymore because when I was younger I took a knife after them and cut them off below the ankle (that took some work). Oh yeah~ can't forget my hat! Don't go anywhere without it. Its an oragey-red toboggan, if you were wondering.

So they you have it - the cutest little kid you'll ever meet!

The typical type of Pokémon I use would have to be
Woah, Pokemon come in types?!

The reason why I am going on this journey is
I can't stay a theif forever~ I'm gonna grow up and make something of myself! Okay, not really. I just want outta this town.

I adore splashing in puddles, pocketwatches, chickens, orange things.
but can't stand dogs, slimy things, getting teased.
And I’m afraid of thunderstorms.

My whole life has gone by so fast!
Once upon a time, there were two people who knew eachother their whole lives and grew up together and got married.

Me, I was a product of this marriage, ten years ago. My parents really loved me, I swear! They really cared for me! They gave me everything I wanted! It wasn't like they just ditched me in the middle of the night!

Ah, wait a sec. That's exactly what happened. My parents liked me, but they were just too young to take care of a four-year-old. They left me at a friend of the family's place (yes, they dropped me off while I was sleeping). I stuck around with them for...oh, two years? Then I hit age six and ran away.

I wandered that town for a while - I can't even remember its name anymore! - and made my living off of my better traits, starting my career as a theif and perfecting the art and my facade (and yes, stealing is indeed an art!). A kind old man let me hitch a ride in his wagon as he passed through that town on his way to his hometown, and then I ended up here in this dump.

Life here hasn't been easy, let me tell you. My innocent bribing attempts don't always work and I go to bed hungry a lot. But I am a good theif and pickpocket, so I've managed to earn a bit of money that way. I've stolen everything from jewelery to wallets to pocketwatches to chickens to shoes. If I could get my hands on it and get it away from you without you knowing, it was was gone.

That's how I got my first Pokemon, my first partnet in crime.

I was nine years old, and there was this lady in her twenties or maybe her thirties. She took me in for a couple days (just as I'd intended for her to do) and cared for me. I planned on sticking around only until I discovered her most expensive item. Instead, though, I fell in love with her Pokemon. it was the cutest thing! A glameow by the name of Princess. She was adorable, perfect for helping me get what I wanted.

So when that woman put her back into her pokeball and went to bed, I snatched Princess right up and ran.

She didn't like me at first but after a while she began trusting me a bit and now even though I'm most definitely not her favorite person in the world she obeys me because I feed her. I renamed her. She's called Mipsy now.

And so I continue on, sleeping wherever I find space and using my innocent looks to my advantage. Those attacks on the town a while ago scared me a bit, but only because I couldn't defend myself and Mipsy isn't always much help. But she keeps me company and even helps me in my facade sometimes.

But this town's so boring. I'm not meant to stay in one place my whole life. I need to get away from here. And there marks the beginning of my journey~

OH! I almost forgot!
Yes, I was lying when I said I never lied. But no one has to know that, kay? Kay.

The Pokémon that I have with me right now are:
*glameow*
Mipsy, female. Level 8.