Post by Primrose Summers on May 31, 2011 22:44:06 GMT -5
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Name: Primrose Kansas Summers
Age: 22 years old
Appearance: Prim always seems to have something stuck in her hair. Sometimes straw, sometimes other things that no one really knows what they are. It’s just from constantly being out with the Pokemon, though. She has red hair that goes down past her shoulders, and tends to wear off the shoulder sweaters with a tank underneath, although now that it’s summer she’s ditching the sweaters. She has red-brown eyes, and is actually fairly tan for a redhead. She tries very hard not to burn or get tons of freckles when she’s outside.
Personality:
Primrose is a bit spacey at times, mostly because when she’s all there, she has a bit of an anxiety problem. She freaks out over the smallest things, and is a little OCD. She has extensive records on everything, and if anything were to happen to some of those, she’d probably have a melt down. She’s not completely crazy, though, or at least not in a bad way. She’s a very tender and motherly sort, and loves to pass on the knowledge of how to responsibly breed Pokemon. She doesn’t support breeding just for the sake of it, and teaches this in her class. She’s not what you’d expect for a teacher, though, as she tends to be very easy going and slips her lessons in with fun discussions – or tries to, anyway.
She can be a little long-winded when she’s on a topic she likes, and though she’s a bit airy, she’s not shy by any means. She demands respect in her class, though, and even though she feels it’s her job to make class time fun, she expects it to be taken seriously, too.
History:
Born and raised in Goldenrod, Johto, Primrose had the best of both worlds. She went to a private school, and shopped at the expensive stores during the week, but on the weekends she would head on over to the Day-Care and play with the baby Pokemon. The old woman in charge of breeding said she had a natural gift, and began to teach her what she knew. From a young age, Prim knew just what she wasn’t to do in life. She wanted to be outside, socializing the babies and helping them learn their life skills once they got a little older. It was fun, it barely felt like work. And yet she could make a whole living off it.
When Prim was seventeen, the old lady died, and the old man, heart-broken, hired Prim to do the duties his wife had once done. Prim took to the work like a fish to water, and the Day-Care flourished. Customers were pleased with Prim’s work, and she managed to help out greatly. Around this time, she started to get more and more anxious due to the stress of working. She started to do ‘studies’ of her own, keeping huge notebooks full of notes and diagrams of different Pokemon and species standards and such, and how the ones born at the Day-Care matched up. If anyone else touched them, she’d yell at them. Eventually the customers felt a little uncomfortable around her, as she’d flinch everytime someone got close.
What they didn’t know was that someone had left a few stronger than the normal deposits Pokemon and she’d ended up getting hurt. She wasn’t afraid of Pokemon, exactly, but she was more wary of everyone and everything. The incident was what made her decide to just stick to breeding and minor training, not the sort of work involved to go on a journey or anything. And one day she was contacted by PA, asking if she’d like a teaching position. She accepted, eager to help out some new aspiring breeders.
Classes:
Teaches Breeding
Dorm: Teacher
Pokemon: A Ditto
Prisoner B. is a nice guy.
