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Topic Started: Jul 28 2012, 11:47 PM (115 Views)
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Overlord of Trains - GRUNTY GRUNTY GRUNTY GRUNTY
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Name: Aziza Snapdragon
Gender: Woman
Age: 25
Profession: Trainer, Circus Performer, Coordinator

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At five foot eight, she manages to make herself look even taller with the way she holds herself. It's the imperial lift of her chin, the way she always seems to look down her nose at you, no matter how tall or important you seem to think you are, and that unflinchingly straight spine. It's a posture that make it's painfully clear to even the densest of gazers that she won't be cowed, intimidated, or bullied.

She's just another ice cold fire fox, with tanned freckled skin and thick red hair who'll spit in the devil's face before she bends or breaks.

And she has broken. Like all performers, her body is almost constantly in a state of pain due to the rigors of the lifestyle. Intense acrobatic acts may look easy and graceful when performed well, but she almost always needs to ice her limbs and, if one were to remove her costume, one would find that she has the typical scars of those in her profession. Ugly knees scarred from the fall, shiny burn scars on her hands and shoulders from a bad throw during a fire dance, and her figure is, in all actuality... a little masculine. She's far more muscle than soft, curvaceous flesh. Her shoulders are hard with muscle, her hips are narrow, and her chest is small. Her body fat percentage is your typical athlete's coming in at 12%... and while she isn't embarrassed of her figure or its strength, she definitely attempts to provide the illusion that she has more curves than muscle with her flirtatious wardrobe. Fortunately, she's far too intense about her career to have enough time for a relationship, and with a little luck no one will ever catch her in her lie.

As a performer, she finds it wise to always look her best and put forward a unique, trademark style. Thus, her athletic figure is usually adorned in an array of beautiful costumes and makeup, but most generally Victorian era clothes modified to be practical for her performances. Thick, open collars may give way into sleeveless corset tops, long trains may follow in the back, but taper away into tight athletic shorts in the front. Occasionally, a long, bell-sleeve is blended with a modern jacket, overlaid across a heavy buttoned blouse, with colors in white, blues, and greens. Her hair and make up is put on with care, sometimes decorated or complementing her Skarmory's shining plumage.

But sometimes this style if forsaken altogether. Really, it depends on the town, the crowd, the act, and what's practical! Being able to read the mood is one of the most important abilities a performer can have. If she's in a town where performing simply won't do at all, she settles down into riding pants and high boots, or athletic training clothes with pony tails. Times like these are almost a vacation and she becomes even a little... slovenly. When she doesn't have to worry about looking her best, she doesn't try at all, and her hair will often be messy, her outfits mismatched and apathetic. What the hell does she care? She's not Aziza Snapdragon, at times like these, but Emily Lewis. And Emily Lewis doesn't have time to care about what these baby teenage trainers of Alternia think about her wardrobe.

Trainer Biography: Aziza Snapdragon isn't her real name, you know. But it might as well be. It's the name she thinks of when she looks at herself in the mirror, the name she swells with pride to see, painted on wooden signs beside her mother's and family so close no blood has to be involved. It's the only one she's ever known, since she was a tyke with her arms looped around her father's neck, watching her mother perform on the thick crimson ribbons suspended from the top of a beautiful tent.

Aziza Snapdragon. It's the name of someone bigger than life, who doesn't bend to the rules of sleep, eat, work, repeat. It's the name of someone whose dedicated their whole life to testing human limits and using all the things they've discovered to entertain and inspire.

She'd been told since before she knew the meaning of words that she'd be a fantastic performer. That she'd be the one to bring the once great circus out of ruin. By their own fortune teller, of course, a blind hag with dry lips and cracking skin, whose rolling white eyes had seemed to trace her visage, her palm. A girl like that couldn't have a name as plain as Emily Lewis. No, Aziza Snapdragon.. that was a name with fight, with the joy and enthusiasm that the circus so desperately needed.

So, like her mother, she began to train as early as five. Walking balance beams, learning perfect cartwheels and handstands, her body became lean, athletic, strong. Eventually, she moved to climbing the thick crimson scarf-like ropes, learned to contort her body into seemingly impossible shapes while suspended stories high in the air, and she was ready. Her first show was the week after her thirteenth birthday, performed with her fire-headed mother who had never been so proud. Looking at her daughter was like looking into a mirror. Before the show, adorned in their flamboyant costumes, beautiful with their coiled hair and graceful figures, she had held her daughter's face in her hands and littered it with hummingbird kisses. No matter how the show went, her mother said, she was so proud of her. She was so happy to have her as a daughter.

Her father watched from the ground, sending messages to lights, to music, to ensure the performance was perfect. In the air, the mother-daughter team seemed to be twins, flying, flitting, leaping with the acrobat team. It was the best moment of Aziza's life.

But she was destined for so much more than ribbon performance. She learned to dance with Ursarings and Houndooms and found that she had a flair for plays when she was put in makeup and costume. She's been water nymphs and hellish she-demons, warriors and queens. But the destiny that old hag read in her cards and on her palm was all wrong. She wouldn't be the one to pull the circus out of its slump. No one would.

No matter how hard she or anyone else performed, no matter how good they got, nothing could alleviate the massive debt the circus master had gathered over the years, just keeping the place together. Even after all the performers put on a massive show, the best they'd ever done, there wasn't enough to keep the place from foreclosing. And when it happened, well. What could they do? Her parents settled in the town they'd been touring through at the time, Peddleton. They'd been at this so long, they didn't have a home to go back to.

From circus tents and caravans to a two bedroom apartment with wilting wallpaper, greasy windows, their dream was dead. At twenty-three, Aziza had no high school degree, no skills beyond what she'd learned performing. She took a job as a hostess in a restaurant, and then another cooking for a local pokemon center. Sitting on a second-hand couch she watched her parents, once so full of life, get gray and wrinkled in this dead-end humdrum life. She gave up elaborate braids and clothes for a plain ponytail, t-shirts and jeans.

She got a car payment, got her GED. She started going by Emily Lewis.

Until one day she had simply had enough. Behind the oven flipping pancakes for trainers, she'd become transfixed on her distorted image on the oven's metal overhead. When had she gotten so... ugly? So plain, so dead? She'd been working this dead-end job for two years. She was still young, wasn't she? Dragging a hand across her forehead she stretched her arms out, and felt her body tense, resisting. When had she gotten so... out of shape?

She stretched to touch her toes, the pancakes in their pan, forgotten and slowly burning.

It came easily than it would most people, but there was some tension in the back of her quads, some tightened coils that she never knew could get so tense. A dull panic began to flutter in her heart. She thumbed through her phone, desperate to find someone to text, someone to assuage her yet unnamed fears. She paused at the name of her current boyfriend, maybe fiance. He'd been getting coy lately, a little more possessive than usual.

She scrolled past and pressed her mother's name, and held the phone to her shell of her ear as it rang.

"Hello, mother? I'm leaving. I'm taking Skarmory with me. I - I love you too."

A dial tone and a blackened pancake later, she was walking out the door, no bag, nothing but an ornery silver-winged douche to keep her company. Just a remnant from the circus, just like her, too young to retire, too bitter to sit still. She couldn't rot here, in this stupid city, her dreams over and done at the age of twenty-five.

Personality: Once upon a time, Aziza had been filled with fire and passion, setting her sights on a goal and then working endlessly towards it, no matter how stupid or impossible it may be. It's raw ambition mixed with dumb, senseless courage, a combination that had served her so well as a performer. How else could she have learned to tumble and dance mid-air, with the faith that her mother would catch her before she fell to her death so far below? How else could she have learned to breathe and dance with fire? These memories fuel her now, as she attempts to regain all that bravery and passion that she lost.

That being said, she's got a deep competitive streak and a love for the vicious, the bossy, and confident. Anyone who takes life by the horns, who doesn't mind wrestling it to the ground, has her respect. And while she does value justice, law, and the good... well. It's not very exciting, is it? She is never intentionally cruel, but she can be selfish, even mean. Her moral compass is altogether ambiguous, and she's more than happy to take a shifty job if it means padding her rather empty wallet.

Still, like all performers, she has a talent for being dramatic and putting on faces with a whim. Lying, of course, is all too easy for her. Sometime to the point that she doesn't even know that she's doing it, and she'll take the truth to the grave with her. What's more, as a performer, she adores attention and high-energy situations that get her heart beating. And usually, what's high-energy is often times just a little bit wrong.

Starter Town: Peddleton

Trainer Items
:techblue x1 Poketech
:pokeball x4 Poke Balls
:potion x3 Potion

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:money Money: $60
:startoken Star Tokens: 25
Edited by Seraria, Dec 24 2012, 02:37 PM.
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Overlord of Trains - GRUNTY GRUNTY GRUNTY GRUNTY
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:skarmory
Skarmory :male
Level 7 | ( Cygnus )
Leer, Peck, Sand Attack
Item: -- | Body Regeneration
:exp 2/7

:spinda
Spinda :male
Level 7 | ( -- )
Tackle, Uproar
Item: -- | None
:exp 4.8/7

:phanpy
Phanpy :female
Level 7 | ( -- )
Odor Sleuth, Tackle, Growl, Defense Curl, Flail
Item: -- | None
:exp 3.9/7

:meowth
Meowth :male
Level 6 | ( -- )
Scratch, Growl, Bite
Item: -- | None
:exp 4.6/6
Edited by viperdk1, Sep 6 2012, 09:16 AM.
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CYGNUS the SKARMORY

sky dancer performance leader


ornery aggressive proud skilled stone headed
  • :male
  • Posted ImagePosted Image
  • named after
    the CYGNUS LOOP
  • 6'1", 145lbs
  • flying egg group
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Edited by Stars, Aug 9 2012, 01:00 PM.


she's the STAR of the SHOW with her
CREW in tow


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