POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ❘ d a y ☀ plots

D A Y ☀'S PLOTTER

[attr="class","beab"]Cori is a little bundle of energy who just likes to be where the excitement is. Her personality is sort of like a cat in the way that she loves to explore and play, but she also loves to nap in warm spots. She's not your typical sneaky, conniving rocket member as much as she joined the team for the adventure.

FRIENDS. Cori is extremely friendly. Maybe even overly friendly. haha She'll go up and start a conversation with anyone and act like you're her best friend. So I can see plenty of people in this category. Even members of opposing teams could end up here as long as they're not prejudice.

ENEMIES. She's not out to make any enemies, but this comes naturally as being apart of Team Rocket. She doesn't like to fight, but she's loyal to her team and will stand up in battle for them, and her friends. Another little thing is that her authoritative figures and other more serious characters might not be so fond of her. She doesn't mean any harm, but she gets distracted easily and kind of just does her own thing and might have a hard time sticking to plans.

ROMANCES. Romance and having a boyfriend isn't something she dwells on very much. I mean yes, she has her crushes and whatnot, but don't expect her to act all sexy to get their attention and go searching for a date deliberately. She's the kind of person who likes to just have fun and be around the person she likes. Cori's likely to end up with someone who's a friend and it turns into something more.

I'm so open to any ideas you have, so throw all of them at me!

CORI YATES
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team rocket ▸ grunt

[attr="class","beab"]Not far from the house sat a great wooden raven mounted on a rather low pole; his wings were flattened to his sides. A few feet from him stuck up an empty pole. His mate had sat there but she had rotted away long ago, leaving him moss-grown, dilapidated and alone to watch dead Indian bones, for these two great birds had been set, one on either side of the doorway of a big house that had been full of dead Indians who had died during a smallpox epidemic.

Bursting growth had hidden house and bones long ago. Rain turned their dust into mud; these strong young trees were richer perhaps for that Indian dust. They grew up round the dilapidated old raven, sheltering him from the tearing winds now that he was old and rotting because the rain seeped through the moss that grew upon his back and in the hollows of his eye-sockets. The Cumshewa totem poles were dark and colourless, the wood toneless from pouring rain.

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[attr="class","beab"]Not far from the house sat a great wooden raven mounted on a rather low pole; his wings were flattened to his sides. A few feet from him stuck up an empty pole. His mate had sat there but she had rotted away long ago, leaving him moss-grown, dilapidated and alone to watch dead Indian bones, for these two great birds had been set, one on either side of the doorway of a big house that had been full of dead Indians who had died during a smallpox epidemic.

Bursting growth had hidden house and bones long ago. Rain turned their dust into mud; these strong young trees were richer perhaps for that Indian dust. They grew up round the dilapidated old raven, sheltering him from the tearing winds now that he was old and rotting because the rain seeped through the moss that grew upon his back and in the hollows of his eye-sockets. The Cumshewa totem poles were dark and colourless, the wood toneless from pouring rain.

ANOTHER CHARACTER
some ▸ other ▸ stuff
goes ▸ here