Post by Rixie Pakuna on May 11, 2011 20:17:08 GMT -5
Prisoner B is a nice guy.
Name: Rixie Pakuna
Age: 15
Appearance:
Height: 5"5
Weight: 114 lbs
Build: fairly slim, but not well muscled. a bit broad-shouldered, for a girl
Hair: long, straight, dark brown. few split ends, but tangles somewhat easily, which attracts random bits of leaf and twig
Eyes: large, sad eyes which are dark green
Skin: naturally very pale, but many hours of work in the sun have darkened it to a more tan shade. many small, pale scars line her arms and some are on her legs
Clothes: She generally prefers to wear simple clothes. T-shirts and jeans for normal school days or when she's going to the city, a leather tunic that straps onto her body with long, also leather, pants when she's out. However, when there is a special occassion that calls for it, she will dress beautifully, and many people are astounded.
Part of the reason so many people are shocked is because many think she's a slob, or just has very poor taste. In reality, just doesn't care what people think, as they discover on those rare special occasions.
Personality:
She doesn't care what people think about her, and she has a very difficult time trusting people. She is dark and pessimistic, and she rarely laughs, but she has another, brighter side to her as well. She loves pokemon and all aspects of nature, and when nobody else is around, she lets her soft side show through the cold, cynical shell.
History:
She was born to a simple family, an only child. Her mother was an assisstant at the nearest town's pokemon center, and her father was an author. They owned a few acres, and so they had a small farm where they raised mareep and a few ponytas.
When she was younger, she was simply home-schooled, which secluded her from other children even more than the small, out-of-town farm did.
When she was about eleven, her parents realized that she had no friends other than the pokemon who lived on their farm with them. They sent her to school, but the damage had been done. She had no social skills whatsoever. Rather than growing into the new public school, like they hoped she would, she became indifferent to everything, and even hostile towards people who tried to "interfere" with her life. The only thing that would make her her old self again was the pokemon.
With no other choice, all her parents could do was hope that if they nurtured her skill in breeding and training pokemon, she would somehow discover how to nurture friendships with people as well.
Classes:
Pokemon Breeding
Music Appreciation
Coordinating 101
Battle Tactics 101
History of Pokemon
Dorm:
Yellow Dorm
Pokemon:
Rhyhorn
