Post by Pudding on Sept 21, 2009 11:37:28 GMT -5
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this amazing photo belongs to escthes on deviantart, I take no credit for it.Katniss Lexie Amy Williamson.
A straight 18 year old girl
- Career Path: Journalist
- Scared of: Heights.
- Has several sweet teeth.
- Hates smoking, hates drugs, hates drinking.
- Favourite smell: Fresh strawberries.
Biography.
I... well, there isn't much about my life to say, apart from the fact that I've travelled a lot. But then again, those travels weren't my decision; they were my Mother's.
I guess I should start from the beginning. I was born at 4:17am on the 16th of October, in a fancy hospital in Mossdeep City, Hoenn. My mother's a top fashion designer, you see - she could afford the best of everything. I'm sure you've heard of the Lauren Williamson collection.
The major downside was that it kind of put me off fashion and clothes designing - which is a pity, because I admit I'm quite creative, when I want to be.
Anyway, I lived in the exceedingly expensive area of Hoenn, in a giant house for the first seven years of my life. I spent more time with my nanny than my Mother - she was always out doing work, it's surprising she even had the time to acknowledge my existence, really. But she did love me to bits, and gave me huge sums of pocket money to make up for the lack of time we spent together. On top of work, she spent ages exercising and dieting, until she lost every shred of weight she'd gained during pregnancy. Granola bars and sugar-free blended lemons are her favourite snacks. So that's kind of where I get my independence from - I had to learn to look after myself after my Mother decided I didn't need a nanny anymore, which was when I was about six. My dad cleared off way before my Mother even knew she was having me, so he wasn't around to offer help or support - not that I'd want him, anyway.
When I was seven, we moved to Kanto, where my grandparents live. They spoilt me rotten, while Mother controlled her huge fashion empire from the storybook cottage. I got to run away into the forest and spend all day among the wrinkled trees or the shining lake. It was much like a fairy tale. I was what you could call a perfectly content child.
Then came the hectic portion of my life - Mother meeting David Brambles, a model for men's perfume. The tiny amount of time she spent with me shrunk - that "lovely David" took up most of her free time. They went on special holidays together and everything. It gave my Mother an energy boost - she felt brave enough to release her ranges in Sinnoh, and guess what? They were hugely popular. Perfect for my Mother, a disaster for me. I wanted to stay with Gran and Grandad in the perfect little cottage in the forest, not the high-tech, blinding world of modern Sinnoh. But my Mother was intent on making this flourishing business a success - I was forced to go. I cried, screamed and kicked all the way to the airport - what made it even worse was that my enemy, David, who was a complete jerk, had to carry me onto the plane. As soon as it took off I gave up - what was the point?
So after only four years in Kanto, when I was 11, I was going to face another six in Sinnoh. A year after we moved into the new county, my Mother gave birth to twin girls, David Brambles being their biological father. Although I hated the man, I melted at the sight of my sisters - they're the most important people of my life. Clare Sienna Emma Williamson and Clarissa Skye Williamson are now six years old, and I keep in touch with them as best as I can.
Anyway, that idiot Brambles and my Mother split up when the twins were one, so I helped with all the baby stuff. He's with some supermodel now - but my Mum got over him a long time ago. She's married to a decent guy now, Harry Johnson - they tied the knot two months ago, actually, then sped off for a month in the Orange Islands while me and the twins stayed with Gran and Grandad in Kanto.
And now? Now I'm going to be the best Pokémon Trainer you've ever seen.
Personality - Eccentric, Short-Tempered, Selfish, Happy, Creative
Okay. I'm slightly eccentric. I like bright colours and daring looks - that might have rubbed off on me by my Mother, who knows? Right now, I'm crazy about lollipops. They're just such a cute motif to have. I like to change my hairstyle - in that picture above, that's right after I got it cut drastically. I hate it. I like it down past my shoulders and curly - and even though people have complemented me on my new hair, I'm growing it to how I like it. I see things nobody else cares to look at - tiny new mushrooms peeking out of the grass, the raindrops dripping off a curled leaf, the faint hues of the rainbow when the sun is setting.
I have the shortest temper you can ever imagine. The slightest things piss me off - and I'm not joking. I've kind of adapted myself not to go scarlet every time I'm mad, but I still get pink tinges on my cheeks - and hell, I can put up a fight. I might look slightly short and maybe scrawny and innocent - but trust me, I can beat anyone to the ground. I took anger management classes when I was thirteen, though, and I've learned to control it - now, I only unleash it when I want to, instead of when I'm just plain angry. If I don't like you, or if you treat people horribly, I will take any opportunity to shout you down.
I'm selfish of my Pokémon - my Pokémon are my Pokémon, and that's the only time I'm going to say it. If you even brush against one of the Pokéballs without my permission, you're going down. Seriously. Nobody touches my precious babies.
When I get high on the smell of fresh strawberries I'm quite bubbly and giggly - but when I'm happy, I'm happy. I'll never let a friend down, and I'd do anything for my friends, family or Pokémon. I'd even jump in front of a bus. That's just me. I'm extreme. I like to be happy - who doesn't prefer it to depression? You see the world in a more beautiful light if you're content within yourself - I'm not preaching or anything.
My creativeness is, to me, the best aspect of my personality. I can turn anything into a pleasure to the eye, or conjure up ideas out of thin air. I'm currently a freelance journalist on the side of Pokémon training, although I'm looking for a semi-regular job to keep my funds up. The safety and care of my Pokémon are my top priority - my Mother will lend me money whenever I like, to use for Pokefeed and all sorts, but I prefer to earn my way into caring for them. It gives me a little bit of joy every time.
Appearance.
To a lot of people, appearance is everything. To me, it's a creative way of presenting yourself. Think about it - you can do anything to your appearance to create different impressions. I love retro clothing, and 1950's fashion - and also random items of clothing, for example, a t-shirt patterned with lollipops, or a polka-dot bow with a lion stamped onto the center.
My hair always changes, but always stays blonde. I hate the thought of unleashing harmful chemicals into your hair, when the natural colour is always the most beautiful. So it's always a light blonde, but the style changes - extremely long and wavy, short and straight, middle-ish and curly, I've tried all styles. I prefer a right-side fringe - my right, of course, your left. Most of the time, my hair is adorned with bows, clips and slides - funky ones, of course.
My eyes are big and blue - just plain light blue. No other colour is mixed into them - so it's quite boring really, but oh well. I like the plain, light blueness of them, and how they're so similiar to a sunny, summer sky. My lashes are of an average length, and mascara makes them look pretty - I don't mind mascara.
My skin is pale. I don't tan that much, a fact which I hate. I envy people who can spend two days in a sunny country and come back totally brown - it takes me about a week to darken even a shade more than usual. I have two freckles - one one my arm, just above my elbow, in plain sight, and one behind my ear. I think freckles are as individual as a fingerprint - think about it, can two people really have freckles in the same, exact places? No, I don't think so.
I'm maybe slightly smaller than average - 5 feet, 6 inches. My weight? I don't know, but I'm probably average - 8 and a half stone, maybe?
Oh, is that all? Okay then - I don't mind talking to you some other time, though.
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