[attr="class","rostername"]@loella

[attr="class","rostersub"]a [sixteen] year old [poet] from [saffron]

[attr="class","rostercat"]LOELLA MONA DETAMBLE

[attr="class","rostercat"]16

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

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

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

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

[attr="class","rostercat2"]People tend to walk all over you, this is a given. Whether it be your age, or how caring you can be, you aren’t ever sure, but it brings out an ugly side of you sometimes. Frustration can bubble to the surface and a rather bratty attitude can make you seem like a snob, when really it’s just the better alternative to crying your eyes out. Lash out now, before you get hurt worse later. This leaves it hard to make friends because people never really seem to know that patience is a virtue and that you shouldn’t push a sixteen year old girl to do something she doesn’t want to do.

You are confused a lot.

The confusion sinks deep inside and settles in your bones, stays there and swirls in a deadly cocktail with curiosity that’s hard to control. You fidget a lot, are a hard focus, you hate waiting it literally makes you want to die, there’s a deadly mix of impatience and restlessness in your life. You tap, you test others, you try to focus and it doesn’t work. Your studious nature battles with this and thus you find ways to study, you write on your skin and poke and prod at pages, jump while reading and visualize what you want to see.

You speak too loudly and while you never realize it you are constantly looking over your back in excitement, but with a lack of friends no one is ever there to share it with you. Sometimes you are sad, as children often are, but you try to perk yourself up with a certain sense of self-worth that you just...you know you have it. It’s right there.

You are filled with love. Love for things, for people, for pokemon. But it leaves you fragile, leaves you ignorant and naive in the ways of men and women and other such grown up facts and fancies. You are innocent, a mere child in an adult world trying to make their way. But you have a fiery determination that burns with an intensity like no other, that will demand your focus and utter attention.

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

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Your life wasn’t difficult per se, at least not in your eyes. You grew up without a mother, but you had a father who cared for you in the best of ways. He fought in underground rings, since you were poor and couldn’t afford much. But he did this to feed you, and while you weren’t really old enough to know what was going on, you knew he was good. Pokemon have been a part of your life since as far as you could remember, a meowth in particular that acted as a house companion. While you were a hard focus, Kitty was capable of helping you keep track of who, what, and where you needed to be and do.

Your father was so...so proud of you. As you got older you realized more and more, including something to the effect of the dangerous work he did. While you never put a name to it, there was a general rule in the house of “don’t ask don’t tell” because while you loved him, you did not want to know. You tended to his wounds when he came home bloodied and broken, and he smiled and kissed your head when you brought home straight A’s even though your methods of study weren’t conventional.

You maintained those grades, as it was really all you could do. The house never seemed to get better, you lived in a small hovel that was poorly maintained. But you never complained! Not once! Because your father was an amazing man who did all he could for you to feed and clothe and educate you. And that was all you could ask for. The dangerous work he did made you cry yourself to sleep in that small apartment, but you two made it work. While he slept on the couch in the morning as his duties kept him out at night, you’d cover him in blankets and make him breakfast.

But there was a thirst within you that you couldn’t always control, but you knew you could never give in to those desires. Those desires would not bring money, not a better life for you and your poor father. It was poetry, words that sang sweetly on the wind. You couldn’t focus on much, had a hard time studying and sitting still, but poetry made a river flow through your mind like no other before.

It was hard letting go before it really began but you kept at it secretly, hiding your books and poems lest your father discover them and tell you to follow your dreams. But then - an opportunity.

A pokemon journey that could result in money being sent home, a chance to study pokemon, a chance to an “alternative” education that wouldn’t require an education.

It was the chance of a lifetime and you…...you took it.

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