DELACEY, tommie roger

[TOMMIE DELACEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px;] TOMMIE DON'T FORGET THAT SPANGLES ARE EXPENSIVE BASICS NAME: tommie roger delacey AGE: fifteen BIRTHDAY: june sixth MEMBER GROUP: coordinator OCCUPATION: n/a HOMETOWN: SINNOH, floaroma town FACE CLAIMS: [b]OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB[/b], [i]haruhi fujioka[/i] PERSONALITY PERSONALITY: introverted dedicated polite oblivious passive philosophical whimsical optimistic theatrical understanding LIKES: girls clothes boys clothes fancy clothes clothes in general beauty naps flowers performing DISLIKES: bad clothes tacky jewelry arguments monotony coffee heat FEARS & SECRETS: large fires falling while on stage his fashion being ridiculed losing his family his dad used to work for team rocket he actually knows a thing or two about machines when on stage, he comes out of his shell his parents are wealthy but he abhors bragging AMBITIONS & HOBBIES: to become a famous contest winner to become a dress designer to travel and see all the beauty of the world to write a popular song crossdressing singing dancing sewing OOC ALIAS: siddy OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a TIMEZONE: pacific standard time CONTACTS: by email or on here

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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] LAKE NAME: lakewood SPECIES: ivysaur GENDER: male EGG GROUP: monster & grass MOVES: tackle vine whip sweet scent razor leaf THE POKEMON: given to him by his mother, a breeder of grass-types. he's extremely protective and violent; rarely affectionate with anybody besides tommie.

TAFFY NAME: taffeta SPECIES: snorunt GENDER: female EGG GROUP: fairy & mineral MOVES: powder snow bite icy wind headbutt THE POKEMON: a present from his dad for his thirteenth birthday; tommie's not sure how his father got her, he was very vague on the subject. taffy tends to be quite mischievous and is always curious about new acquaintances.

THIM NAME: thimble SPECIES: minccino GENDER: female EGG GROUP: field MOVES: charm tickle sing encore THE POKEMON: a trade he did with another coordinator who was after a shiny-looking egg he'd picked up. thim is lazy and spends much of her time either giggling to herself or napping on top of tommie's head to soak up the sun.

HOUND NAME: houndstooth SPECIES: poochyena GENDER: male EGG GROUP: field MOVES: howl bite roar sand-attack THE POKEMON: tommie actually purchased him on a trip through hoenn, when there was a sale on puppy-like pokemon. hound is a bit aggressive but it takes very little to get on his good side, just some ear-scratches will work.

GEMMY NAME: gem SPECIES: pidove GENDER: male EGG GROUP: flying MOVES: gust leer air cutter taunt THE POKEMON: he found gemmy wounded in the forest while passing through on a nature hike and nursed him back to health. ever since, tommie has had to deal with the spoiled, diva-like pidove and tend to it's every vain need.

PC POKEMON: N/A

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[TOMMIE DELACEY]

RP Sample:

A spool of shocking, bright pink thread bounced between thin fingers as a pair of sandal-clad feet clicked and clacked along polished marble tiles. They only stopped tossing the tiny cylinder back and forth when those feet halted in front of a large, metal rack. Then, they quickly stowed them in a jean pocket and shot out at the various clothes hung on display. One stroked through many different fabrics while the other tugged some outfits into the chandeliers light for better inspection. Each one was shoved right back into place after it had been looked over and this repeated down the entire row until they stopped on a rather fantastic, red suit bound in protective plastic. This one was grabbed, oohed at and taken off it's hanger. In a tizzy of excitement, the loud-bottomed sandals pivoted fashionably and then rushed to a full-length mirror across the room.

Once they reached their reflection, a childish face stared back. The red suit was held up and straightened thoughtfully as brown eyes glazed over. Bangled wrists chimed in with metallic jingles as the teen turned to get a better look at the cut of it on his waist. This seemed to be what he'd been searching for, and the suit was folded over one arm to expose a striped tank-top with too many necklaces. Sandals slapped the floor maddeningly as their wearer rushed out of the echo-y room and into a wood-paneled kitchen. A man, clad in apron and ostentatious tie, leaned back from his work at the stove, "What's that, Tommie?" Spatula in hand, he poked at a couple eggs as they bubbled in the pan.

Tommie, smile bright on his face, laid the plastic-coated suit out on the table for his father to see. It shone bluish under the decorative ceiling-light, but the red was much too obvious to ignore. He made a brief "ta-da" motion with his arms, then glanced at the man for approval. The bracelets he wore clinked angrily when palms landed on hips.

"Wow," his dad started, "It's um... well, it's... very red." He nodded and grinned at his sons choice of attire. This satisfied the youth, who happily scooped up the outfit once more. Meanwhile, delicious smells wafted through the air, with hints to what had been made. As his dad went back to the food with swift spatula attacks, he tried to peer over his fathers shoulder from afar. This didn't work too well, and only revealed that he had used Udon somewhere in the mixture. With a shrug and a sigh, Tommie traipsed out of the spacious kitchen and back into the marble-filled dressing room. His sandals were once more amplified when he paced.

He wandered forward and landed on a plush loveseat beside an ornate, oak wardrobe. The suit was chucked onto the back of the couch with a crinkle. Olive cushions squished some under him when he swung his legs up to lay across the other half. Tommie unhooked a poke ball from the side of his belt and eyed it for a moment before pressing the button. A stream of ruby light ejected, and it cleared shortly to reveal a curled-up Minccino. Her ears twitched and she unwound some to see Tommie who cooed at her affectionately.

"So, Thim," he whispered to her conspiratorially, "What do you think? For the next contest?" Tommie reached out to pull the suit forward. Thim flicked her tail and stuck out a paw towards it that brushed the cover. It wasn't negative, but it wasn't positive either, and so when she balled herself back up the coordinator nodded in recognition. "Yeah, you're right; it is a little bright," he allowed, "But I think it'll work." He set the suit aside as before and laid on a puffy, leaf-shaped pillow. Sunlight from a window streamed across the both of them, the scent of food drifted in, and he was finally decided on what to wear. Perfect.