Post by Bee on May 25, 2011 11:00:14 GMT -5
{N}ame:Leaf
{A}ge:
Seventeen[/blockquote]
{G}ender:
Female
{W}hereabouts:
Pallet Town, Kanto; soon to be traveling the Johto region.
{B}irthdate:
April 16, 1994.
{T}rainer class:
Trainer
{P}okemon:
Ivysaur, Butterfree (Selene), Victreebel (Liberty), Togetic, Cubone, Seaking (Henry).[/blockquote]
{H}istory:
Born and raised in Pallet Town, Kanto, Leaf always knew she was going to become a Pokemon trainer. Most of the kids she'd grown up with went on to become accomplished trainers and she, too, was given a starter -- Bulbasaur -- on her tenth birthday. She took her time traveling the region, preferring to spend time getting to know her Pokemon than to level them up at times, but did eventually reach and defeat the Elite Four. The champion, however, was missing at that time; he had apparently resigned and the League had yet to decide on how to go about this dilemma. Leaf, therefore, left the Indigo Plateau to spend some time at home with her parents before setting out on a new journey...[/blockquote]
{P}ersonality:
She's a sweet girl, Leaf. Kind and caring, always quick to trust people. Some may say she's too trusting, but she doesn't believe there's such a thing; too distrustful, yes, but never too trusting. She believes in second chances and turning over new a leaf (heh, a new leaf -- get it?); she knows that if people really want to, they'll change for the better.[/blockquote]
Her blind trust in people sometimes causes problems. She'll ignore the sketchiness of a new "friend" simply because she wants to trust them, not because they've proved their trustworthiness. This happens even with her oldest and closest friends -- she tries to ignore their faults and focus on the good in them, which is all fine and well until she gets hurt.
Sweet and innocent, Leaf is also a dreamer. She dreams of being the very best at whatever she does, although she doesn't always want to put all her efforts into doing it. She's also not sure exactly what she wants to be the best at -- does she want to be the League Champion? A top Coordinator? Or maybe she wants to try her hand at Pokeathlons? She doesn't quite know yet, and has recently decided to try out some new things.
{C}reator:
Hi, I'm Bee! I play Leaf on PT too.[/blockquote]
{S}how me your skills:
“Vaude, use Outrage! Ivy, charge up your Solarbeam!”[/blockquote][/blockquote]
Their cries came from deep within the forest, so far in that few, if any bug catchers are present. The canopy of leaves above them blocked out much of the light, making it an ideal place to teach the finer touches of a Solarbeam attack.
“C’mon, Ivy! Again!”
A small group of Pokémon stood in a semicircle, each firing off their own attacks. At the far end was an Ivysaur, panting for breath and shaking on his stubby legs. The budding flower on his back was aimed upward, tilted in such a way that it might collect what little sunlight had broken through the trees’ canopy. A few seconds more and — boom. A bright beam of sparkling sunlight shot out from the bud on his back, but he had not the energy to aim. It shot straight forward, eventually hitting a tree and dispersing.
“Great job, Ivy! Let’s work on your aim this time! Again!”
These words of encouragement did little for him. He was at the end of his rope, tuckered out from the intense training he’d been put through that day. His legs gave out beneath him and he fell onto a cushion of grass, breathing deeply.
“Ivy—? Ivy, are you okay?”
No, he wasn’t okay. He was dead tired, beat — couldn’t she see that? In the back of his mind, he knew she did. It wasn’t her fault for pushing him this hard. She didn’t mean to… she never meant to. Sometimes, when she was at her worst, it just happened.
“I-Ivy… I’m so sorry… I didn’t — I didn’t realize… why didn’t you tell me I was pushing you too hard?”
Truthfully, he hadn’t noticed until a few moments ago. His strength had been fading, he’d felt that, but he hadn’t known how weak he was until now. He tried to tell her this, but hardly a sound came out of his mouth.
“It’ll be okay, Ivy. It’ll all be okay.”
Her words were soft, as if she was trying to convince him of this. He knew it would all be alright, though. A couple potions now, a trip to the Pokémon Center on the way home — it was pretty routine. Why was she so insistent on telling him this?
“Here, baby… drink this…”
He felt the sour, tangy taste of cold lemonade in his mouth and he swallowed it eagerly. Many Pokémon didn’t like its sour taste, but he did. Within minutes he felt his strength coming back to him, flowing through his body like they’d barely started.
Rejuvenated.
He opened his eyes, not realizing he had closed them and looked up at his trainer, the source of the soothing voice and the cold lemonade. He expected to see her kneeling over him, her face soft with apologies and hardened with determination. She was like that, feeling two contrasting emotions at once.
What he saw, however, were tears.
They flowed gently from her warm, brown eyes and into her lap. They were silent tears, the kind she might not have noticed until after someone had pointed them out. He was that someone; he used one of his vines to carefully touch her cheek, letting a single tear fall onto it.
“I-Ivy… am I… th-this is so embarrassing.”
He got to his feet and nuzzled up against her. There was no need for her to be embarrassed. She’d had a rough day and none of them judged her for it.
“I-it’s just… how could she do this? Why would she want to…?”
He nudged her arm and she pulled him closer to her. His skin was a little rougher than Bulba’s or Showers’, but the sentiment was the same, and she needed a hug.
“Why would she leave me — leave all of us?”
They stayed like that for a while, Leaf and Ivy. She cried quietly to herself, occasionally breaking the silence with her questions. He stayed by her side, nudging her at times to remind her that while her best friend was gone, he was there — they all were. He and the rest of her Pokémon.
It didn’t matter how alone she felt just then. They were always there for her, whether she actively realized it or not. They’d stay there, too, until she was ready to face the world again. It might have been a few minutes or a few hours, but eventually she got to her feet and started the short walk back home.
And though he usually stayed in his pokéball, this time Ivy walked alongside her.