[attr="class","rostername"]@mila HOLUB

[attr="class","rostersub"]a [twenty-eight] year old [breeder] from [oldale]

[attr="class","rostercat"]MILA HOLUB

[attr="class","rostercat"]TWENTY-EIGHT

[attr="class","rostercat"]FEMALE

[attr="class","rostercat"]DEMISEX-BIRO

[attr="class","rostercat"]BREEDER

[attr="class","rostercat"]FIRE

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Someone's personality and the many facets of it can shift with perception. Some traits are seen as negative, and others as positive. These are a collection of five of each that Mila herself finds to fall in each category, but take them with a grain of salt since one man's multitasker is another man's scatterbrain.


She knows from experience that she can be a bit ARGUMENTATIVE but that's just fine by her. It might rub some people the wrong way but she's been that way her whole life and she doesn't think it'll change anytime soon. It doesn't help that she was raised by a gruff grandfather who never took the time to think of anyone else's thoughts, feelings, or opinions to bother teaching his granddaughter anything in the way of tact. So the old saying of agreeing to disagree will probably never fall into her wheelhouse. She's more apt to disagree to agree, if anything. If she's dead-set on something she'll be like a Houndour with a bone. But at least she's THOROUGH in everything she does. Sometimes to a fault, but hey - it gets the job done. If she starts a task she’ll finish it. It may take a little while, but that’s only because she wants to get it right the first time. There’s no point doing a job fast if you have to go back and do it again. This is probably another lesson in life she learned from her grandfather.


Sadly, she’s grown more than a little DEPENDENT on him over the years. But it’s not exactly her fault. There was never any other way of life for her. That’s not to say she’s spoiled – she’s not. It was a rough life of living off the land. She always did her fair share of the work and has learned from bottom to top how much he put in to his business and raising her. She did have a habit, though, of being a bit ROMANTIC about her predicament. She’s not a realist in the least, and thought one day she’d just get to take over the family ranch and husbandry business and that would be that. She would daydream of being a one-woman farming operation. Relatively recently, that dream was squashed as you’ll see in her history.


Growing up on a farm as an orphan has its setbacks, especially when it’s way off in the middle of nowhere. No neighbor kids coming by to play house with, no siblings to boss around. Just one lonely old man who did his best and taught her to read to the best of his own ability before letting her take over on her own. One thing he always provided outside of the basic needs were books. From this, she developed into a bit of an ESCAPIST always taking opportunities between tasks to bury her nose in a book, be it fact or fiction, to absorb the words therein and live vicariously through those adventures. There weren’t many of those to be had in her sleepy little one Ponyta town, but she made the best of it and if she wasn’t playing her own games of pretend she was writing them. She would grow up with an ADVENTUROUS streak, but it only took her to the edge of their property before her ingrained obedience kept her running back from the fence-line.


As anyone who interacts with her in this region will probably take note of, she can be a bit NAÏVE about a slew of subjects. Especially for a woman of her age. Despite being well-read, even the materials she’d been given were censored and monitored. Grandpa didn’t want her getting any funny ideas. Still she grew up to question things, and the older she got the more she wondered about things that didn’t seem right. Another nod to the history, we’ll see that she eventually had a breaking point, but that’s not to say she learned all she’d missed out on overnight. She’s still pretty SIMPLE in her outlook and can trip over her own words and step on toes when she’s in conversation. But it all comes from the lifetime of isolation and restricted upbringing. Anyone who can overlook it will probably infantilize her and give her a pat on the head, while others may not be so patient and hopefully can set her straight without setting her off.

Yes, she’s pretty UNPOLISHED but hey, she’s doing her best! There will of course be missteps, but we’re all on a journey and hers is just in for a few potholes along the way. She’s not much on etiquette and has a hard time being able to tell when she’s being insulted or knowing why and how she offends someone, but that’s just how she is. One thing you can be sure of – she’ll never BS you. Any interaction with Mila is sure to be as GENUINE as she is. She’s honest and true to herself and to others. And maybe the world needs a little more unfiltered farm girl to keep things straight.

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Born on a balmy Summer morning - July 7th to be exact - she came into the world as most babies do, and have done for eons. Screaming and flailing. A healthy little thing with cornsilk hair and big blue eyes that the doctor assured her parents would probably darken to reflect their own coloring. Like thanks doc, for pointing out the obvious doubts in the room full of brown haired brown eyed people as to her lineage. Thanks a whole heap. But that never really mattered to her father, who adored her despite the mutters from his own mother about "the haybale hussy" aka her mama. They named her Mila, which means "gracious" and "dear". Her papa just knew she'd grow up to be a proper little lady who needed a little lady's name to match. Her mama just was glad he hadn't disowned her on sight. It was all going to work out just fine. Famous last words, though, am I right?

En route from Slateport to Oldale to visit her maternal grandfather for the first time, Mila and her parents were attacked by a gang of grunts who had been drawn in by the gilded baby carriage her paternal grandmother had insisted the baby be pushed in at all times. Their family pet, a poochyena, didn't stand a chance in protecting them from the several houndoom bearing down on them. A passing fisherman managed to chase them off in the end, but it was too late. The carriage had been overturned, a purse had been stolen, and two lives had been taken as well. Only the wails of the infant in the upturned carriage in the bushes drew his attention away from the senseless deaths a few feet away. The golden wheels had been ripped off the vehicle but the vital information to ensure her relative safety had been left behind. A letter from her grandfather in Oldale. A name and location. That's all that was needed to complete the journey they'd set out on in the first place, and cement her place for the next nearly three decades.

It was a simple enough upbringing. Her grandfather raised her the best way he knew how. His late wife had handled the child rearing when it came to his daughter. And she had done well enough hadn't she? Bagged a wealthy husband and had been set for life. He figured he may be able to make the same thing happen for his granddaughter. Even at that young age he was worried for her future. Whether she would have a man to take care of her - and his ranch - once he was gone from this world. So it was all well and good to let her toddle along behind him, ever his shadow, to feed the torchics or milk the milktanks. No harm done. He hadn't anticipated this fostering a knack early on when it came to raising livestock.


As the years went by he began to worry maybe it was finally time to start drawing the line - maybe getting an etiquette tutor in to start molding her properly. Her mother had never been as readily eager to help him around the farm as she was, so it seemed he had his work cut out for him in the finding a husband department - whenever that time came. The year he finally sought one out was the year a terrible winter fell on their part of the region, unseasonable and totally out of the usual climate. They lost half of their livestock and the crops were no good. They were going to barely be able to feed themselves for the upcoming year, could barely spare money to buy new seed to plant more crops to sell and eat come the next harvest season. A governess was out of the question. And it seemed like they were never able to bounce back from the hole they fell into.


It was a constant cycle of living just barely within their means. A lot of favorite Pokemon had to be traded off just to keep the place running. She learned to never really get attached. In the past all she would have had to do was give big puppy eyes to Gramps and he would give in and let her keep yet another torchic to fall into her personal flock which followed her everywhere she went. Once things grew as dire as they did he finally began standing firm on his decisions. No amount of tears could sway him. It was either sell the things or let his granddaughter go hungry. And even when he presented that choice to her she chose the silly one. The stupid one. He wondered where he had gone wrong to have raised a girl with such notions that an Pokemon's life meant more than her own.


She was too far gone for proper schooling, never wanting to sit still at her desk and the kids in the town could be awfully cruel. If they weren't making fun of her ratty overalls they were picking at her gruff vocabulary picked up from one of the only other humans she'd ever interacted with. On the rare occasion that she decided to use a word she'd learned from a book she always ended up pronouncing it funny and that only made it worse. Eventually she was sent home with a letter pinned to her denim bibs saying perhaps it's best for her to do correspondence education instead for a small fee - her presence at school was a distraction to the other children and she seemed to only be suffering herself in being there. So she was self-taught on the basic subjects, doing assignments and readings by lantern-light long after her grandpa went to bed, before getting a little rest herself and getting up to work all the following day over again. What they saved in time and transportation as well as labor with her not going to school every day was able to make up the difference in what they would owe for her specialized courses.

Before he knew it her grandfather looked up one day and saw a young woman in the place of his skinny little granddaughter. What he saw scared the living hell out of him, because he knew in an instant that all he'd worked for would be lost after he was gone with no man to run the place. Nevermind the fact that she did just as much work as he did on the ranch, he couldn't wrap his head around the notion of a woman in charge of things. One day at dinner - a dinner she'd prepared even after working alongside him all day long - he told her outright that she needed to find a husband; and fast. The platter of corn cakes clattered to the floor when her hands went limp. Something she'd always feared but never thought she'd hear spoken aloud. A life dedicated to this old man, to his homestead, all the sacrifices he had made but dammit she'd made them too, all she'd gone without. It was for naught. No matter how much of herself she'd put into the place, showing she knew what she was doing trying to prove to him that she could do the physical side as well as have some sort of education to be able to run the books and sales and all. None of it mattered unless there was a band of glimmering gold on her left ring finger.

For days after the bubble was burst she tried to convince him that this wasn't the way things had to be. Brought up all the times she alone had helped in the husbandry process, she had balanced the ledgers, had been up at the crack of dawn for 25 years to follow in his footsteps. Why couldn't he see that she was worthy of inheriting the ranch on her own. Didn't he know it was hopeless for her to find anyone at this point in her life? All the local men were married off as it was, and the ones that weren't were the same boys who had dumped milktank dung in her bookbag on the playground. They had looked down on her back then they definitely would now. She was beyond any shred of a chance of landing a man. And, hell, besides all that what if she didn't want a man? She knew she would never be satisfied just being a little old farm wife in the shadows while some random man got the glory for all she'd worked for. The more they argued the more she became convinced that it was going nowhere. The more he became convinced she would give in and drop it and start dating - finally. Well he was in for a rude awakening one fateful morning, 29 years to the day that she arrived on his doorstep she walked back over the threshold and never looked back.


A week ago she got on a cruiseliner with a job as a waitress, letting them know it was only part time and they could simply pay her in food and passage to the first stop on their journey. She had to get out of her home region and away from home in general. She had to make a name for herself. She arrived in Meissa Vila with nothing more than a few changes of clothing and money that had been set aside for her dowry - she wouldn't be needing one of those anytime soon! While she's antsy and excited for the adventure that lies before her, she's also absolutely terrified that she'll have to go right back home with her tail between her legs if she doesn't succeed. She's determined to be a breeder in her own right and return home victorious - but who knows. Maybe it'll take so long for that dream to happen and she'll be here for a good long while. Maybe she'll never go back. For now she's hoping to find some place to put down roots and set up shop. Inset seemed as good a place as any - the ship had stopped out at sea and a collection of small boats had gone ashore to fetch more supplies such as fresh produce grown by locals.

It was to her absolute dismay, however, that upon arriving she found out the place she would need to go to get her starter Pokemon was clear across the region! So after a couple weeks of travel she's finally arrived where her adventure will truly begin, and seen different parts of the region of Inset along the way. She's ready to get her starter at the lab in Cassiopeia Village and start her husbandry practice off as soon as possible!

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]HISTORY