Post by latula on Nov 14, 2012 4:31:55 GMT
Main Character Application[/u][/color]
Name: Latula Pyrope
Starter Pokémon:
Aliases: Pory, Blockz, PG, Beepz.
Hometown: Celadon City
Appearance: The chick is kicking a rad one piece and is representing all her teal compadres. Do I hear a woot woot for representing the baby blue? Latula's outfit appears to have a slide on overshirt with the libra symbol super-imposed across it. Crimson red gloves only serve to compliment a set of pretty red boots. And gosh I'm just awful at describing the sheer magnitude of her amazing wardrobe. Seriously the fact you're not salivating off the inadequate description I supplied is just a testament to your sheer will power. Because I know if someone has the weirdest boner right now. [Retracted]
Biography: Latula Pyrope was born a radical agent dead set on raising the bar for the rest of the chumps who seek to challenge her. From humble beginnings in the hustling bustling metropolis of Celadon. The urban jungle was your home and where you started things off crawling through the streets lead by your lusus and monopolizing the street corner on radical and exciting agents.
The protagonist was almost struck down in her prime due to a tragic incense accident which left her with a crippling disability for the rest of her life. Without her sense of smell she was rendered in the most troubling predicament one could face in their lifetime. She would be unable to ever smell cookies just as they reach the peak of deliciousness, her dreams of being top-chef were torn due to the impairment, she truly would have been only half a woman for the rest of her life. If not for the assistance of her lusus who taught her to use her own senses in order to over come her disability. Using it's ancient knowledge to show her new ways to smell through her other senses.
She's truly an inspiration toward all who think they can't overcome the obstacles life throws at them. If you wish to pay homage toward her you can catch her in the gaming corner. Proving that gambling problems know no gender. Seriously she's spending all her time there and blowing any wealth that being a blueblood might offer.
Personality: There's a level of radical present and beneath each level of sincerity there must be an even cooler level beneath each action. Subtle methods of being in-your face and showing that life can't get her down. Extremely competitive. Showboat. More than willing to hate someone who's stepping on her turf as the coolest chick around. Mentions medication at times suggesting that her outrageous attitude needs containing at times.
It's tough to say what part of her belief is genuine. On some level she does hold issues with her disability. Even if she realizes to some degree it's not really an impairment and it's silly to feel under-estimated because of it. But that becomes a self-feeding pathos. She feels like she shouldn't feel bad about her handicap which causes her to feel worse. This all results in her over-extending herself with wild antics and show boating as a measure of compensation for her disability.
She could be described as a feminist in her own right. Though she doesn't sweat it like so+meo+ne. She genuinely cares about displaying herself equivalent if not better than any man who challenges her. Maybe to some degree she does feel like she's construed as inferior to her male counterparts thus resulting in a more extroverted personality in order to even the playing field.
Goal:Tough to say. Generally speaking: It's a hall of showboating and making her name known across the land. Essentially become the most r4d1c4l ch1ck around. Be it by being famous in movies, a contest winner, and even becoming the champion of Kanto. Her goal is widely a mixture of everything.
ɢ3ᴛ ᴍᴏɴ3ʏ.
ɢ3ᴛ ʙ1ᴛᴄʜ3s.
ʙ3 ғ4ᴍᴏᴜs.
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Starter:
"When I say game. You say girl!" That was the age-old chant going through the gaming center as Latula went to rack up on the last game of slots. If she won this she would have just enough points for the grand prize of the gaming corner. Maury, Tim, Jackie, Kyle, all the people who knew her by name from her near religious attendance of the place. Everyday for a few hours each day. She was either here or in the mall wrecking the machines in order to get the high scores. Nay. One couldn't find a game in this place that didn't have her fingerprints smudged on the buttons or have her initials embedded in the high score section. "Gamer!" "Girl!!!"
"When I say best in! You say "The world!" The machine was feeling most generous today as she had racked up a sweet mint in the last few spins. But it was all based on this last spin if she would be kicking things with a Porygon or if she would be scraping in her winnings for second prize.
"Best in!'' "The world!" "Best in..." "The world!"
Today was the eve of this young ladies birthday and tomorrow she would be setting out for adventure with whatever pokemon she ended up with from the gaming center. The reels rolling and everyone watching in anticipation. You could almost smell the suspense. Not that she could! Cherry...Click...Click...Click....Cherry....Click....Click....Click....Click...The sound of the taunting melody...Just one more cherry and she would be heading out for the night with a spanking new pokemon and the envy of a bunch of people. Especially Chuck.
"Com3 on b4by! Show m3 why 1 lov3 you so much. M3 and you 3-3v3r." Cherry. "3-3v3r b3c4us3 1'm l34v1ng you." And going on an adventure. Latula whooping loudly. The sound was deafening and she was giving high-fives to everyone in sight and there was just a roar of glee echoing throughout the rows of seats. Even people who didn't know what was going on were nearly screaming as the infectious cheers ran through the halls.
Who's the lucky bitch leaving her town with the top prize from the gaming center? I'll give you a hint she's got two thumbs and is the most extreme chick around! If you said anyone besides Latula please get the person nearest to you to repeatably smack your senses register. Teal-blood heading over to the counter and just dropping the coin-case on the front. 9999. The thing was filled to the max and she was turning in every hard earned point for the top prize.
The grand-prize was a pokeball. A pokeball containing a pokemon. Anti-climatic really. Latula taking a moment just to take in how the metal felt against her hand. So cool against the callouses and the feeling that she was a real trainer now. It was causing feelings to well up in her that made her glad her shades were reflective. Because a less cool agent might actually mistake her for crying. A less cool person indeed.
"By3 guyz! 1t w4z n1c3 know1ng you 4ll." Except for Chuck. Fuck you Chuck. And with that one fly chick has exited the building. Heading home to finish up setting up her supplies. Enough food to last a few days. A ration of sick snackage. And finally an egg. Not exactly the most exciting item....But it was wrapped in bubble wrap and pushed into the depths of her bag. She would spend her time popping that when she had the free time. Pop. H33.
1 x 3gg obtained. 
Blockz obtained!
Snackage obtained![/size]
