``K A R L A

[akusma]

name.

[ Karla Monte ]

age.

[ Nineteen ]

pokemorph.

[ No ]

appearance.

[ Karla doesn't look her age, anyone can see that. For a girl of nineteen she has the height of one much younger, reaching at just a few centimeters over five foot five. Her build is what most people would cal average. Not too muscular, not too fat, not too lean. The only down side is there's hardly any shape to it what so ever. Her hips are almost as slim as her waist, there's only the slightest dip, and her chest is hardly anything for a girl to be evious of. She thinks her arms are too fat, and her legs, when in truth they're perfect for her body shape.

Her face is rather plain. Tanned skin with imperfections, yes: there are a few scars on her cheeks from a bout of chicken pox when she was little, and there's constantly some freckles on her face. The main feature of her face would be her glasses, even if she can take them on and off. Her eyesight is rubbish, and she has to wear them all the time. Thin, black metal frames that show off her eyes: a hazel flecked with darker brown tinges. The hair that frames this face it a light brown, well cut into a smooth bob around her face. It hangs over her left eye sightly, causing almost constant irritation. There's also bright blue highlights throughout her hair, the most noticable one on the part of hair that hangs over her face. Of course, they're not natural, and they have to be topped up every now and then.

Style wise, she's a fan of the ean skirt, plain top, high boot and sock combination, usually in a variety of dull colour. For example, her favourite outfit consist of red and black stripey nee high socks; a plain black top; a plain grey jean skirt; nee high, brown boots, the kind with wool inside them; and her back pack, which is as eually grey as her skirt. ]

personality.

[ If Karla was a recipe, she'd probably go something along the lines of 'add half a pound of calm demeanor, mixed with a generous splash of organised planning, accented with a pint of logical thought, and seasoned with a dash of exuberance'. Because there's not much more to Karla then that, even if she would like to think there is.

Karla is an organised soul. Let there be nothing in the wrong compartment in her bag, let her clothes be in order, let her hair be fine. And if it isn't she'll usually take time out of anything to get it organised again. Not only that but she likes to think things through in a methodical pace and way. There's no rushing this girl, she'll get there eventually. She just likes to go through every option before she chooses. Perhaps that's the reason she's not too good at poemon battles. Sure, she adores the little things, and is far too excited to be starting her own journey, but she's not that great at battles. For one, she tends to panic when things are that fast paced, so she can't get a handle on what she's supposed to do. Which is fine with her parents experienced pokemon, but not if she plans on battling with new ones that don't know her. The worst part is she knows this. Yet time after time she's refused to give up her ambition of becomming a trainer instead of a coordinator, which most people think she'd be better at.

Then there's that dash of exuberance. Karla suffers from random bursts of hyperness and energy. There might be one moment where she's calm, cool and collected, then something comes along that she gets excited about. Of course, her thoughts are usually the level of hyperness that she only displays in these moments. Inside she's like a little girl, especially when she meets new pokemon. ]

history.

[ Karla had what people call 'an average life'. Her family was not suffering from any difficulties, her parents did not split up, her brother or sister did not abandon the fmaily to go on an adventure. No. Everything was normal, or as normal as you can get with twelve pokemon running around the house at all times. Both her parents were almost 'pokemon extrememists', they believed that a pokeball was no place for a pokemon to be. So they didn't keep their pokemon in them. Karla grew up with piggy back rides from the Houndour, cuddles from the Vulpix, and chasing around the Oddish. Well, there was much more besides that, but it usually involved her biting something's tail.

As she grew up, she trained with her father using her mother's pokemon. Her parents wanted her to develop the skills pokemon training gave you. Coordination, concentration, quick reactions. The only thing ti seems to have not given Karla is quick reaction times. Needless to say, as she grew up she got better, and as a child she was pretty pathetic. Her father let her win most of the time, and as she grew up she knew that and didn't care because the training sessions were good fun for all parties involved. Finally, they seemed to just evolve into massive playfights, sometimes ending up with her and her father in the scrum as well. Her mother was not very excited to say the least at the state of her house afterwards.

By the time she was sixten she had a career in mind already: pokemon training. Of course, she was working as a chef at the time, and there was no way of leaving her job until the contract was up. So she couldn't leave then. After that she was offered a job at a restaurant that she would have been stupid to refuse...So things got a little...sidetracked, and for the next three years of her life she worked as a chef, doing quite well. Now however, she watns that little bit of her dream back. Let's say she'll look quite odd surrounded by thirteen year olds when she goes to collect a starter pokemon. ]

affiliation.

[ Neutral ]

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[flexa]

Looks good! I like how you explained her personality, using the recipe analogy? :D Very nice.

-Accepted!-

[akusma]

Thank you very much!