GRUNT, ischade nyx
Oct 14, 2014 2:07:21 GMT -6
Post by Ischade Nyx on Oct 14, 2014 2:07:21 GMT -6
ISCHADE NYX
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you better heal up run away I'm twice the rocket today |
Positive ● honest ● loyal ● determined ● intelligent ● adaptable | Negative ● aggressive ● vengeful ● uncaring ● arrogant ● flippant |
Likes ● butterflies ● pokemon ● fighting ● punching things ● cussing | Dislikes ● silence ● fire ● goody two shoes ● being underestimated ● rich people |
History
Life was fun and roses, filled with rainbows and happiness.
Well not if your mother gives you your name, dumps you at an orphanage and your father is a nameless figure on the birth certificate. Then your life pretty much sucks. Ischade was one of those kids. Abandoned by her parents, she didn't really care when she grew up in a tight, rigid environment. One of the only girls, she often stood up for the rest of them, and brawled with the guys even as a kid. She won pretty much most of the time, so the girls always made sure to be friends with her. And Ischade always got perks for doing so. Namely stealing the other guy's food or coins if they were a particularly stupid one.
She was lauded as the hero of the girls and some of the weaker boys, kind of the robin hood for them. Actually, she had read that fairy tale and had believed in it for some time. But as with all orphans, trying to get adopted was their main goal. Unfortunately, that was a lost cause for the girl. She was often bruised and scratched from scrapping with the bullies, injuring them enough to be taken out of that week's examination but she wasn't that hurt. And potential parents didn't want a hard eyed, prone to danger girl. The other girls, prim and proper, protected by the black haired girls' selflessness, got adopted one by one, same with the boy. This also got rubbed in her face by one of the bullies.
Well, it didn't bother her at first. She was doing what was right, and someone would notice eventually. However, her tenth birthday came and went, and nobody looked at her twice. Frustrated, she decided to leave the orphanage for a couple hours, taking a walk around the neighborhood. She hadn't studied so she had no idea where she was living, so it didn't matter to her that danger could lurk in the alleys. And then without warning, her mouth was covered and she was yanked away, struggling against a grown man. Her struggled merited her a blow to the head to knock her out. She only discovered later that it was, ironically enough, her father.
He had rescued her from the streets, taking her under his wings. He taught her what he knew of fighting, and they always kept moving. And then, she learned something. He had joined Team Rocket, trying to find her mother. But said mother was nowhere to be found, thought dead or worse. Well, again it didn't bother Ischade much, she had her father. He encouraged her fighting and even promised to get her a pokemon if she could make it into the Team. So with that goal in mind, she moved through her teenage years, with a few rebellions here and there. But with a majorly absentee father, scrapping by with his pay for their needs, and her footsteps into the rocket world, the girl felt a thirst. She wanted to prove herself.
So she fought, tooth and nail to get into the team. Managing it was easy. But moving further then grunt? Not so much. Well, actually, her father handed her a pokemon, a Vespiquen, and she found herself more then amused in the ranks of a grunt. In fact, after joining, the girl didn't find herself power thirsty... just a bit blood thirsty. She wanted to cause harm and hurt others like she had been hurt, finding a beautiful outlet for all of her stress in the form of simple grunt duties. So sure, she's twenty-five now, and still a grunt, but she's one of the best damn grunts you'll ever see.... despite the fact that she plays dirty and doesn't actually use Suzumebachi to fight most of the time.
She likes fighting her opponents herself, if you catch what I mean.
Well not if your mother gives you your name, dumps you at an orphanage and your father is a nameless figure on the birth certificate. Then your life pretty much sucks. Ischade was one of those kids. Abandoned by her parents, she didn't really care when she grew up in a tight, rigid environment. One of the only girls, she often stood up for the rest of them, and brawled with the guys even as a kid. She won pretty much most of the time, so the girls always made sure to be friends with her. And Ischade always got perks for doing so. Namely stealing the other guy's food or coins if they were a particularly stupid one.
She was lauded as the hero of the girls and some of the weaker boys, kind of the robin hood for them. Actually, she had read that fairy tale and had believed in it for some time. But as with all orphans, trying to get adopted was their main goal. Unfortunately, that was a lost cause for the girl. She was often bruised and scratched from scrapping with the bullies, injuring them enough to be taken out of that week's examination but she wasn't that hurt. And potential parents didn't want a hard eyed, prone to danger girl. The other girls, prim and proper, protected by the black haired girls' selflessness, got adopted one by one, same with the boy. This also got rubbed in her face by one of the bullies.
Well, it didn't bother her at first. She was doing what was right, and someone would notice eventually. However, her tenth birthday came and went, and nobody looked at her twice. Frustrated, she decided to leave the orphanage for a couple hours, taking a walk around the neighborhood. She hadn't studied so she had no idea where she was living, so it didn't matter to her that danger could lurk in the alleys. And then without warning, her mouth was covered and she was yanked away, struggling against a grown man. Her struggled merited her a blow to the head to knock her out. She only discovered later that it was, ironically enough, her father.
He had rescued her from the streets, taking her under his wings. He taught her what he knew of fighting, and they always kept moving. And then, she learned something. He had joined Team Rocket, trying to find her mother. But said mother was nowhere to be found, thought dead or worse. Well, again it didn't bother Ischade much, she had her father. He encouraged her fighting and even promised to get her a pokemon if she could make it into the Team. So with that goal in mind, she moved through her teenage years, with a few rebellions here and there. But with a majorly absentee father, scrapping by with his pay for their needs, and her footsteps into the rocket world, the girl felt a thirst. She wanted to prove herself.
So she fought, tooth and nail to get into the team. Managing it was easy. But moving further then grunt? Not so much. Well, actually, her father handed her a pokemon, a Vespiquen, and she found herself more then amused in the ranks of a grunt. In fact, after joining, the girl didn't find herself power thirsty... just a bit blood thirsty. She wanted to cause harm and hurt others like she had been hurt, finding a beautiful outlet for all of her stress in the form of simple grunt duties. So sure, she's twenty-five now, and still a grunt, but she's one of the best damn grunts you'll ever see.... despite the fact that she plays dirty and doesn't actually use Suzumebachi to fight most of the time.
She likes fighting her opponents herself, if you catch what I mean.
SUZUMEBACHI VESPIQUEN ● FEMALE ● PRESSURE
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