CYNTHIA

[CYNTHIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;] cynthia FIGHTING CRIME, TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD BASICS NAME: Cynthia AGE: Twenty-nine BIRTHDAY: February 1st MEMBER GROUP: Champion OCCUPATION: Mythology Researcher, International Peacekeeper HOMETOWN: SINNOH, Celestic Town FACE CLAIMS: [b]Pokemon Adventures[/b], [i]Cynthia[/i] PERSONALITY PERSONALITY: Altruistic Competitive Intuitive Impulsive Refined Perfectionist Passionate Secretive Charismatic Cunning Magnanimous Scrupulous Imaginative Headstrong Humble LIKES: Ancient myths Her Pokemon World peace Enforced justice Accomplished goals DISLIKES: Regional chauvinism No-good rebels Malevolent criminals Negative emotions Her vulnerability FEARS & SECRETS: losing the world to another crises disappointing her grandmother her house is really messy she's actually lactose intolerant AMBITIONS & HOBBIES: to protect those around her to defeat and eradicate the rebel force teaching people how to battle better racing her Garchomp with her bicycle OOC ALIAS: Hugs OTHER CHARACTERS: Rogerson TIMEZONE: PST CONTACTS: Chatbox, AIM - orang3d0t, PM, or anyway (=

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the pokemon party

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/pre1R.png); background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px, bTable] Garchomp NAME: Garchomp SPECIES: Garchomp GENDER: Female EGG GROUP: monster/dragon MOVES: dragon rage take down sand tomb dual chop slash dragon claw THE POKEMON: Garchomp, a best friend, a fierce fighter, a skilled racer. Cynthia grew up with Garchomp, having acquired a pudgy, happy little Gible at a young age. From that point on, the duo became inseparable. Garchomp helped Cynthia through multifarious phases of her life, and Cynthia credits all of her achievements to this Pokemon, her pride and joy. She exerts that if not for Garchomp, she would have never understood the concept of power, protection, and a variety of other conceptual realms Garchomp simply laughs out (albeit a rugged, scaratchy laugh). Garchomp shares her owner's passion, although she may be a more aggressive, violent side of Cynthia. Craving strongly for justice, Garchomp proves fearless when facing any perils that threaten to decimate justice worldwide. She will throw down everything she has to throw down a powerful enemy. However, Garchomp is also a playful and competitive Pokemon: oftentimes she'll chase Cynthia around, or Cynthia will chase her around, in a light Sunday afternoon romp. Earlier in life, Gible displayed an obsession with shiny objects, so Cynthia still often teases Garchomp with shiny trinkets and toys.

Spiritomb NAME: Spiritomb SPECIES: Spiritomb GENDER: Genderless EGG GROUP: Inderterminate MOVES: Confuse Ray Spite Hypnosis Dreameater Sucker Punch Dark Pulse THE POKEMON: When Cynthia met Spiritomb, she immediately recognized a heart full of wickedness and distress. Like sin itself, Spiritomb insisted on destroying everything in its path and terrorizing people. Cynthia caught Spiritomb, and eagerly began working on reforming his cruel, wicked ways. Before long, Spiritomb began using its powers to help people, such as when Cynthia commanded it to help out in the Psyduck situation. Since then, Spiritomb has slowly but surely showed a trend towards improvement. Its mass of evil spirits seem to have begun a steady purification into sweet souls. However, Spiritomb has still insisted on playing somewhat mischievous jokes on others. Cynthia's kindness could not fully alleviate its ways, though they have gone a far way! Otherwise, Cynthia's Spiritomb regards itself as one of the strongest, most indefatigable Psychic Pokemon in the entire Pokemon League - with some merit.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/pre1R.png); background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px, bTable] Milotic NAME: Milotic SPECIES: Milotic GENDER: Milotic EGG GROUP: dragon/water MOVES: Water gun Refresh Aqua Tail Hydro Pump THE POKEMON: Cynthia nurtured a rejected Feebas with low self-esteem to transform it into a beautiful, happy champion. Milotic often participates in contests to show off her beauty, but in battle opponents must be wary of an extremely powerful Pokemon; Milotic herself can easily decimate an opponent's party, and afterwards, she'll twirl in the air in a most fantastic way, as if the entire event was a contest she proved victorious in. She also proves to be a happy Pokemon, and a bit of a prankster at that. Because of Cynthia, Milotic is a Pokemon that boasts both justice and self-confidence. She is not afraid to teach other Pokemon of their worth, as her loving master once did for her. Kindhearted and peaceful, Milotic also boasts somewhat of a conceited personality because of her new found beauty; however, Cynthia is satisfied with Milotic loving herself, instead of finding her to be her own antipathy. Cynthia is also fond of the fact that at night, Milotic will sing her to sleep with her tranquilizing and loving voice.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/pre1R.png); background-repeat: repeat; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px, bTable] Lucario NAME: Lucario SPECIES: Lucario GENDER: Male EGG GROUP: Ground/Humanshape MOVES: Detect Metal claw Dark pulse Bone rush Counter THE POKEMON: Lucario is the latest addition to Cynthia's team. After being inspired at Mount Coronet by the stalwart actions of a Mr. Riley from Iron Island, Cynthia took courage to find her own Riolu. She eventually found a baby, abandoned and left to its own devices for survival, and swiftly took it under its wing. Under Cynthia's caring affections, Riolu grew into a courageous and scrupulous Lucario. Lucario, a few years old and still rather naive, has a strong sense for justice and responsibility. Garchomp took up much of Lucario's training, affecting an extremely strong and kind-hearted Pokemon both ready to rip hearts out and eager to keep peace. Lucario enjoys chopping woodblocks in front of Cynthia, as she enjoys training him and often using him in battles for his betterment. The Pokemon, unlike his companions, doesn't have a strong sense of humor developed yet, and is therefore a susceptible and favored target of jokes by Milotic and Spiritomb. However, he takes these jokes in stride, sometimes trying to joke back but often screwing up his punchline or messing something else up entirely. The other Pokemon laugh at him, and he laughs at himself; deep down, he is simply happy that he has a family!

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[CYNTHIA]

A warm morning sun caressed the sleepy inhabitants of Celestic Town, pouring down light tints of oranges and yellows across the tiny town like her grandmother poured MooMoo Milk fresh every morning, refreshing, rejoicing. Besides her grandmother’s quaint little farm a mile or so away from the town, many people thought the town nothing more than a collection of shabby houses aside a dreary route. She thought it something rather different, indeed, a treasure of a town: she regarded the few houses as she flew by (she could name every single denizen’s name like family), she smiled at the sight of the tiny town market, and she especially relished in the crowning jewel, the ancient shrine resting peacefully in the heart of the town. She flew by on her Garchomp and beamed at the ecstatic surge of wind ruffling her lustrous mane. She felt limitless; as a child, she’d strive to fly, to adventure, to experience. Nowadays, ostensibly she experienced each of these vicissitudes far too much! At twenty-nine years old, she had accomplished more than she’d ever dreamed, battled more than she would have liked to imagine, grew more than she could have ever expected; tales of her legend wound their way through Sinnoh, tying a sweet knot that ended with her name: Cynthia, the Champion.

However, despite all responsibilities that chained her to a busy schedule, she would always break free and make time for her grandmother!

“Are you excited to see her, Garchomp? It’s been an awfully long time!” she whispered to her best friend. The mighty beast raced ahead at an incredible rate, devouring the width of Celestic Town in what seemed like seconds. An intense wind sucked up Cynthia’s words but she knew the mighty blue dragon recognized her statement. She looked down to regard elegant blue horns, curled up like the petals of the finest rose. “You know, sometimes I wonder if she knows I’m her granddaughter, and not you,” she joked, patting Garchomp’s head, affecting a jagged, satisfied roar. She loved Garchomp like she loved her family; for the sake of semantics, Garchomp was family to Cynthia. In the span of those ecstatic moments, she trawled her mind for the memory of first meeting Gible, a pudgy and feisty Pokemon that she grew up with. She recalled it all, lavishing in the font memories the duo shared. Sincerely, without the guidance of her closest friend, she would be nowhere near the person she was today, nor would she have succeeded in accomplishing any of her present achievements. Clouds accumulated overhead, as if summoning the strength of her feelings; a sullen rain dripped down from the Heavens to greet her unsuspecting head. Cynthia hugged the head of her companion a tad bit tighter as they rushed along.

Finally, Garchomp ceased movement and Cynthia deftly hopped off the magnificent creature. Brilliant black heels strolled across the sodden earth to approach the tiny, admirable house. Rain drizzled overhead, splashing the sky with splotches of grey and blue; adjacent the house, on either side, a sea of giant trees swayed in the wind, as if admonishing potential criminals away from the adorable home. Cynthia inhaled the invigorating smell of vegetation blessed with rain as she scanned the back of the house. There, the quintessential image of her childhood stood: the farm, in all of its naturalistic beauty. A giant covering shielded the Pokemon from the oncoming rain, numerous jubilant moos resounded throughout the nostalgic structure. Cynthia smiled to herself. There, she milked for the very first time, over there, she fell and scraped her knee when she was but a little lass, over there, she would run around and pretend she was the world’s strongest trainer…she shook her head lightly and smiled to herself as she approached the front door. An ancient porch covered guests from oncoming rain, the extension of the beautiful brown wood framing. She gasped as she regarded a collection of perfect roses waiting for her atop the porch lining, standing delicately against a large glass of milk. Lying gently on the glass lay a cute note card whimsically reading, “For my favorite granddaughter,” in cursive, fluid script.

Cynthia ran soft, porcelain hands over the sweet note, encoding its smooth texture, the engravings made by the blue pen. She considered herself blessed to have been raised by the most kind, sweetest of all grandmothers within all regions. She inhaled the flowers, intaking the perfume of Heaven before a sound caught her attention. Aside from the persistent rain, she picked up on a louder thudding, accompanied by scratching within the house. Garchomp also perked up, recognizing the sound before her trainer. Cynthia gasped at her recognition as she snatched the cup of milk and quickly threw its contents over the porch railing, with no shame; she often told her grandmother of her lactose intolerant condition, but it seemed the woman had it engraved in her mind that her daughter loved MooMooMilk. Who was she to change the mentality of a sweet old lady? Garchomp suppressed a rough, gargling giggle at her action. Cynthia quietly shushed her as the door of the house flew open, with Cynthia’s grandmother waiting at the entrance. "Granny! What a pleasure it is to see you again! You look well!” she passionately greeted, scooping up the little lady in a giant hug.[/color]