ELITE, Kennedy Bone
Oct 23, 2014 9:50:07 GMT -6
Post by Kennedy Bone on Oct 23, 2014 9:50:07 GMT -6
KENNEDY BONE
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”Everybody dies. Not everybody lives.” |
Positive ● Meticulous ● Passionate ● Romanticist ● Adventurous ● Resourceful | Negative ● Quarrelsome ● Stubborn ● Machiavellian ● Untidy ● Distrusting |
Likes ● Ground-type pokemon ● Sweets ● Strategizing ● Hippowdon (favorite pokemon) ● Equality with Pokemon | Dislikes ● Bird pokemon ● Those ranked above her ● Licorice ● Flying (scares her) ● Vanity |
History
Often times, these stories of rebellion stem from good reasoning. Whether it was negligent families or abusive comrades, there always seems to be good reason to fight for a side you knew nothing about. For Kennedy, that wasn’t exactly the case. She had a good home and family. Her father was a salesman who kept their family afloat. It was his hard work that allowed her mother to pursue her own dreams, which involved training under Clay and his ground-type gym.
For a long time, Kennedy considered everything about their lives to be normal. Her mother would get up at dawn and leave the house with her pokemon to spend all day training near and around the Desert Resort. Her father was never far behind as he would take off for another week-long trip across Unova, even other regions entirely, for the sake of his job. This left young Kennedy home alone or under the watchful eyes of neighbors and friends. Her younger brother, Warren, was as naïve as she was. In a way, this was a classic family lifestyle, even excluding the dramatic rise of Team activity. For Unova, there was always protestors and attacks on those that still dared to use pokemon as creatures for battle and war.
Her parents did everything in their power to block their children from this mindset. People and pokemon were one in the same for many parts of history. They were companions through and through, even if there was the event of domestication. Kennedy had always been considered a decently smart child and heard plenty when her parents assumed she was naïve. It made her consider her own life and her own upbringing. How many times had she seen her mother’s pokemon come back bruised and worn from their days of training? How many times had she seen the rage on her mother’s face for a lost battle when her concern could have been for her wounded friends?
This wasn’t the time of rebellion, however. It wasn’t until she was fourteen and started to seriously grow into this part of her life. Like any young teen, she started to fight her parents where she could and would outright state the opinions of Team Plasma like they were her own. Slowly, that’s what happened too. She began to believe and, in her mind, understand the ways of the group and wanted nothing more than to see their ideals through. But she was a child still who had parents far too strict to ever consider the idea of allowing a child to leave home for such an adventure. And that’s why she never asked. She simply took what she needed and ran. That included her mother’s prized hippopotas, Bandit and Rebel. They wouldn’t be hurt by that woman anymore.
From there, it should be obvious where she decided to go to in order to find home. Team Plasma was everything to her, heart and soul. Kennedy had left her home for this, so it had to be. With only forward to go, she worked hard for this place. Where others showed talents on the field in battle, Bone showed talent in being a snake in the grass, sneaking up the ranks slowly overtime and finding herself crushing those that fell between her and her dreams- to one day be a high-ranked leader in the team. It was proof not only to her superiors or her family, but to herself. It wasn’t overnight, and she went from a foolish fifteen-year-old girl to a fledged Elite over the course of several years. But will all this hard work truly pay off? Will the world one day convert to the realization of their pokemon’s enslavement?
For a long time, Kennedy considered everything about their lives to be normal. Her mother would get up at dawn and leave the house with her pokemon to spend all day training near and around the Desert Resort. Her father was never far behind as he would take off for another week-long trip across Unova, even other regions entirely, for the sake of his job. This left young Kennedy home alone or under the watchful eyes of neighbors and friends. Her younger brother, Warren, was as naïve as she was. In a way, this was a classic family lifestyle, even excluding the dramatic rise of Team activity. For Unova, there was always protestors and attacks on those that still dared to use pokemon as creatures for battle and war.
Her parents did everything in their power to block their children from this mindset. People and pokemon were one in the same for many parts of history. They were companions through and through, even if there was the event of domestication. Kennedy had always been considered a decently smart child and heard plenty when her parents assumed she was naïve. It made her consider her own life and her own upbringing. How many times had she seen her mother’s pokemon come back bruised and worn from their days of training? How many times had she seen the rage on her mother’s face for a lost battle when her concern could have been for her wounded friends?
This wasn’t the time of rebellion, however. It wasn’t until she was fourteen and started to seriously grow into this part of her life. Like any young teen, she started to fight her parents where she could and would outright state the opinions of Team Plasma like they were her own. Slowly, that’s what happened too. She began to believe and, in her mind, understand the ways of the group and wanted nothing more than to see their ideals through. But she was a child still who had parents far too strict to ever consider the idea of allowing a child to leave home for such an adventure. And that’s why she never asked. She simply took what she needed and ran. That included her mother’s prized hippopotas, Bandit and Rebel. They wouldn’t be hurt by that woman anymore.
From there, it should be obvious where she decided to go to in order to find home. Team Plasma was everything to her, heart and soul. Kennedy had left her home for this, so it had to be. With only forward to go, she worked hard for this place. Where others showed talents on the field in battle, Bone showed talent in being a snake in the grass, sneaking up the ranks slowly overtime and finding herself crushing those that fell between her and her dreams- to one day be a high-ranked leader in the team. It was proof not only to her superiors or her family, but to herself. It wasn’t overnight, and she went from a foolish fifteen-year-old girl to a fledged Elite over the course of several years. But will all this hard work truly pay off? Will the world one day convert to the realization of their pokemon’s enslavement?
REBEL HIPPOWDON ● FEMALE ● SAND STREAM
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BANDIT HIPPOPOTAS ● MALE ● SAND STREAM
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OOKAMI-SAN & HER 7 COMPANIONS, Ookami Ryouko ● Kennedy Bone
