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Post by Holly Phillips on Dec 7, 2009 21:19:25 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Holly Emma Phillips
Nickname: Holly-bell {Hates being called it}
Gender: Female
Age: 15
From the Outside In
Appearance (Where you can put into detail as much as eye color, skin color, clothing, any item or accessory, etc., although not necessary, but do put something): CLICK!
{{Complexion. Holly’s complexion is an almost complete chalky white colour. She burns easily during the summer and can do nothing about it so finds little reason to worry or fret at all. With only a few dimples to express herself in accent to a smile, Holly’s cheeks are often the dead give away of her emotions. Turning pink and red at the slightest provocations whether it be in anger or embarrassment, her cheeks easily betray the seventh grader’ emotions. With many freckles dotting her cheeks, Holly can’t find herself in any way of complaining about her face overall and doesn’t heed or let teasing offend her much either.
Holly's hair takes up a fairly decent amount of her attention each morning and is a thing of great concern to the sixteen year old. Curling down her back in billowing cascades, her blonde tresses are often associated with pieces of silk finely woven into a head piece for royalty. Theses locks of silken linen often reach her shoulders and brush just past her chin in layers. Often considered a bleached blonde colour, up close one can see the darker highlighted strands flitting about here and there in Holly’s unique hair colour as inherited from her father. The fringe in front of her eyes often bounces around while Holly is battling and the longer strands of hair that manage to find themselves annoying her are then often then tucked behind her ears - especially while Holly studies. The generally loose, curled state her hair is so often in, usually changes only when Holly decides to go somewhere aside from the normal path her journey takes her on. A place of sophistication, one might say. Then, often, she straightens it but sometimes, when feeling playful or just bored, the girl makes beautiful little ringlets that tumble beautifully and frame her face with a certain level of elegance. These processes are often time consuming and patience trying even with Holly’s excited disposition so it is not often that she does this. Generally though, Holly’s blonde locks are sometimes in a high ponytail or a loose side braid that hangs over her right shoulder though the norm is that it hangs loosely. In all, Holly's hair is something she values and if ever molested in any way, the girl will have a few sharp words in retort to snap.
Holly’s eyes are the brilliant shade of peridot green and can be considered the thing of mastery on her delicate visage. They are large, round and glimmer a dazzling jade the color of moonstones reflecting jade orbs. On sunny days when Holly is excited, the highlights of sea green can be seen brightly in her pupils, but on foggy grey days her eyes turn the darkest shade of deep emerald imaginable. These orbs gleam and light up her face no matter the color and act nothing as mirrors to Holly’s expressions as people seem to expect. They actually give nothing away unless she has been deeply affected and even then, Holly can often guard her true emotions from everyone -- aside from her father. He is the only one able to read her like an open book. He often attributes this to the fact that her mother was much the same but Holly often just become huffy refusing to listen. When angered - which may or may not an easy task to accomplish accordingly - the sheen of her bright pupils becomes something indescribable.
Her nose is simple and small in its general alignment with Holly’s face. Defined and fairly not a thing one notices when looking at her, Holly doesn't pay much attention to the place her olfactory senses rotate around. Her mouth is another matter but all to the fullest extent a part of her. This defined feature on the girl’s pale visage is a thing of true beauty on its own apart from anything else. The gentle way her lips part even in the most maddening of situations and the words that can so easily seep out of them to stab or console are things that all in one relate to her mouth. This is a part of Holly that she cannot comment upon for the fear of letting something escape her mind that should not.
Height is a thing of distaste in Holly's mind and forever shall hold a hated place in the box that sits in the back burner of her mind. Standing only at five feet and a half inch, Holly is a petite young woman with a nasty aversion to tall spaces or things out of her reach. Hating to ask for help at all times in the matter of height, she would rather climb multiple ladders to reach whatever it is she is trying to acquire than downright admit she is short. Exercise also has not improved her condition in the way Holly would have hoped. Perhaps she grew and inch or so but running daily from a young age didn't give her that extra five to seven inches she wished she could somehow acquire. The only consolation Holly can find to this height impediment is that men often prefer a short woman with heels to a tall woman in flats. She hates to think it might be due to the fact that they are closer to the ground. Overall though, Holly can be considered a thin girl. Weight, though not a compulsive obsession, has been something she does often find herself dissatisfied with. Far from overweight, the girl has a tendency to be quite relatively skinny. With a fast metabolism and an inclination to not eat much, Holly has often had to be forced to eat in fear of becoming hospitalized. She doesn’t abstain from food in fear of gaining weight though; instead, the girl simply has a certain level of skittishness with her food and can be quite picky. Thin bones with the perceived density comparable to a bat wing, Holly is light and weighs only ninety-nine pounds at the age of sixteen.
Holly has nothing particularly outstanding to her name in terms of beauty aside from the melodic way her voice often sounds when she reads aloud. The pitch of her voice is a soprano ringing bell but her laugh is the true harmony of Holly's person. In all, beauty is a major focus for Holly but even with all her efforts cannot really exceed any other girl who cares enough to make herself appealing. She’s quite relatively normal.
Holly’s fashion sense is a revolution for the Phillips family. The general opposite of her mothers and not particularly alike her father’s either, Holly tends to like the preppier fashions when it comes to style. Pink, green (the ultimate combo) aqua, ruby red, bright colours - it’s all right up her alley. Not so much with the popped collars though, Holly has a very distinguished prep style. The colours are definitive and she loves dresses, skirts, everything. The main different aspect though is that Holly doesn’t limit herself to big designers. The coordinator prefers to wear any and everything so long as the colours match and it fits her taste.}}
Personality: {{Holly is a very happy, go-lucky kindof girl based very much on my own personality. Everything she says, does or doesn’t do is always based of off other motives but can be very easy to read. Once friended, she will be very loyal and most likely quite defensive when it comes to her friends. Never liking to talk badly about those she loves but quick to criticize those she doesn’t like, Holly can be a tricky person to get along with sometimes.
Hypocritically after what was said above, Holly can be very shy sometimes and takes into serious consideration what others feel. Not one to be very self-conscious, Holly-bell is also a very cheerful person to the point of annoyance sometimes. Her main personality trait is a certain level of obsessive helpfulness coupled with her serious hate of vexing others. Overall, Holly is something you wouldn’t be able to describe or know unless met.
strengths- Charming [when she tries]
- Intelligent
- Witty
- Persistent and sometimes stubborn
- Sarcastic when called for
- Loyal
weaknesses- Disorganized
- Impossibly stubborn - once something’s been drilled into this blonde’s head it won’t be coming out anytime soon
- Sharp temper
- David Lawride
- Far too easily excitable and slightly immature
- Overly emotional at times
- Naïve in matters with boys
love it!- Reading
- Writing
- Water Types
- Pink & Green <3
- Fall
- Coffee
- Chocolate Chip Cookies
- Sarcasm
- Sleeping with Socks
- Fireplaces
- Opera and calm, relaxation music
- Hip hop, Rap music
- Libraries
- The truth
- Honor
- High heels and make-up
- Grass after the rain and dew in the morning
- Old books and parchment of all kinds
- New, fresh paper
- Broom polish - oddly enough considering she hates all things to do with a broom
- thick woolen socks
- mischief
- hot cocoa
- happiness
- bamboozling people
- acorns
- ten pin bowling
- raspberry jam
- funny words
- Christmas
- Concoctions
- Wit
- Snow
- Hugs & Kisses
hate it!- Lady Bugs
- Alcohol
- Stupidity in general
- politics
- Discrimination against all and any races
- Being late anywhere, even though she often is
- Crying especially in guys
- Infidelity
- Sluts
- Losing things
- Not getting everything done in the allotted time frame
- Force used without cause
- Prejudice
- Arrogance
- Those who prey on the weak
- Traitors
- Wasting time
- Trousers
- Boredom
- Any creepy-crawlie
habits- Forgetting small things – pins and barrettes get left everywhere
- Laughing at jokes inside jokes unbeknown to the public or even her friends at times
- Bites her lower lip whilst thinking or nervous
- Always cold
- Has a habit of getting sick right before exams ~ usually finals or midterms
- Says odd things at times
- Is almost always up to something
- Collects words
- Tells white lies regularly
- Loves children
Overall
Simplicity Holly is a very undemanding, easy type of girl to please. She often prefers simple things as opposed to pompous attitudes or flamboyance meant to attract attention. Often finding beauty in they unlikeliest of places, odd things discarded or considered rubbish will usually appeal to Holly and can often be turned into something else; something that holds value in and of itself without being wasted in the bin.
Sense Holly is a very intuitive person despite being only sixteen. She can often tell right off the bat how someone is feeling through different methods though this is often attributed by others as numerous lucky guesses. They are often not; there have been beforehand many a person with intuitive senses though it is nothing extraordinary.
Playful There is no other term for what Holly is. When around humans of the opposite sex, she becomes someone else entirely and often involves others in her antics. She is the ring leader and ever so slightly the more spontaneous one of the crowd with a very confident demeanor.
Naïve Holly can often be considered a very naïve girl when it comes to things with boys though. She is often easily flustered and unable to say correctly exactly what it is she feels or she will come off seeming uncaring. She is usually one of the easiest people to talk to about guys though due to her exceedingly confident demeanor and natural talent for listening to others.
Sensitivity & Patience Holly is an exceptionally sensitive girl but at they same time exceedingly patient. She will go all out to save or help someone she cares about but it takes time for them to earn her complete trust. Many irksome things that bother or seem to poke Holly in they side are let slide due to her patient, calm mask of cheerfulness as set in place but many things are likely to irk her. Almost never one to show in the truest form the level on which she’s been bothered, one must not be careless whilst around Holly in thinking she is indifferent about the world.
Determination In following with her sign, Holly is not all but partially Taurus. She is cautious when making important decisions in her life, decisions about things that are vital to her security and the welfare of those she loves, and spends a long time on them. That said, she has amazing persistence and follows through on everything with excessive energy and rarely gives up on a task once she’s decided on it. Sometimes this ability to stick to her ideals turns to stubbornness and obstinacy. She will often refuse to accept another's opinions or suggestions, even though the advice is reasonable and the person offering it has nothing but good intentions.
Temper Holly has a wild, raging temper when provoked. She can go on for days and even weeks at a time holding a grudge just as hotly as the day you said something to initiate it. She has a quick tongue, and lashes out mercilessly if driven to the edge. This said again, she is hard to provoke to such a point and will often take several comments lightly or let several irksome things roll off before coming to the bursting point. Once near though, it is apparent to even the dullest of idiots.
Shy Sometimes, especially around large crowds, Holly is a fairly shy girl and no matter what, she hates to brag about her accomplishments. Tending to find faults in herself and underestimating her own abilities in general, Holly can be somewhat argumentative when it comes to praising herself. Obtrusive people are those, in her opinion, that insist upon forcing her accomplishments down her throat though often they become in-evasive.
Bubbly Once cracked open or befriended, Holly is a very happy girl and easy to be around. She is one of those people you can tell anything to without the torment that she might disclose anything private to un-trusted ears. She is also quick to give praise to anyone the seventh grader feels deserves it and will offer help at a moments glance. Aside from this, Holly has a very bright personality with a bit of a stubborn streak that can be apparent once you get to know her. She is a very cheerful person who loves to joke around and compete playfully with others at times. She can get very competitive though and will strive to do her best and only her best in any and every thing she does no matter how trivial. She prefers to stay neutral in disagreements between friends but tends to sway one way or the other despite having said that. Her cheerfulness and excitement is an aspect on which the girl needs to work though.}} Origin: Lilycove City, Hoenn
Bio (Try a few lines): {{Holly was born and raised in Lilycove City and has always had a deep love for water types. She has already traveled around Hoenn once and decided to go around the other regions. Her previous Pokemon team consisted of Leafeon, Espeon, Mightyena and Umbreon. She loved every single one of them and had participated in many contests with them but, after long talks and lots of thinking, decided to go around again and catch a brand new team.
Having left Lilycove City, she caught Luvdisc after the pokemon followed her from the city upon a ferry. So now, having arrived at Gateway Island, Holly is as eager as ever to go around and win every contest she can.}}
Pokémon Team (Not necessary): At the moment: [will be updated]
Luvdisc; female;
- Attract - Whirlpool - Ice Beam - Toxic
The RP(s) where it enters (Not necessary, do not put if you don't want to):
Badges: ---
Family: ---
*Profession / Area of Specialty: Coordinator
**Cross-References: ---
RP sample:
Anya awoke that morning with an irritable yawn. The whole night had been spent tossing and turning, back and forth in an uncomfortable sleep. She’d had a horrible dream but couldn’t remember what it was about. At first she thought it must have been about Aaric but then something told her it wasn’t. It might have been about those strange Contaro people that scared her so much though. It wasn’t often Anya saw any of them around but whenever she heard the name her skin prickled and she looked around unconsciously for Aaric. It was silly to be afraid of a whole family having only ever met two members, but if one of those members had nearly beaten up the one badass she knew, then Anya had a right to scared. The other was fairly much alright and she didn’t jump every time she heard that name. Anya would never tell Aaric but she actually thought the Doctor was kind of cute but far too old for her. Besides, he was married and all that jazz so she wasn’t about to be hung up on any of that. But still, Dr. Contaro was far from ugly.
Gazing at the ceiling of her bedroom, Anya sighed. She’d have to get up sooner or later. She knew she would. But she really just didn’t want to. Groaning in sleepy agitation, the blonde tossed her pillow on the floor and pulled back the tangled sheets. Her bedroom was very warm what with the heater she had on during the winter but February was sometimes on the warmer side for which she was grateful. February was a lovely month in Anya’s opinion. Firstly, it signaled winter was coming to an end, despite her love of Christmas the cold was only favorable sometimes, and secondly Valentine’s Day was in February. It was coming up soon actually. Valentine’s Day had always been a favorite holiday of Anya’s she remembered as she pulled on her fluffy crème bathrobe. This year she didn’t have many people to give presents but she was thinking of getting Aaric a cheesy card to make him laugh. Anya loved to see Aaric laugh far more then she liked it when he frowned or got himself hurt.
Moving through the bathroom to brush her teeth then through the apartment to her small kitchen, Anya began to make herself a cup of coffee. It was a bad habit she had gotten into actually. Tea had always been her preferred morning drink but recently, with the having to keep on her toes around Aaric, she’d taken to drinking coffee so she’d be awake when the first thing happened. It wasn’t bad stuff really she just wished it didn’t spike then drop so quickly. It gave her a headache after just one cup. Anya was getting used to it though just like she was getting used to Aaric and Shady Lane and not to mention Show Down.
Show Down, her other male extra in life, was Anya’s all. He was a jittery thing but had a tremendous energy she’d never seen topped. When described to her family, her mother had said she and the stallion were alike in many ways but Anya didn’t see it. As far as training went, Show Down had been a fairly good show jumper from the start and they’d done well together in recent, local competitions. Anya was still working with him though to try and peak those skills he had already mastered. Taking her coffee to the small table, Anya sat and took a sip burning her tongue. Sticking it out a few moments later, she laughed at herself. In truth, Anya didn’t know how long she was planning on hanging around Shady Lane. She loved all the people there and she’d even gotten a job as a riding instructor but she’d always been on the move competing here and there. She didn’t know what it would be like to really leave Aaric and the others and it was a thought she tried not to think about too often. Having already passed up a few good shows across the country to stay made Anya wonder. She knew she was getting too attached but she couldn’t help it.
Deciding to leave the coffee cup on the table to cool down, she went to change. Sorting through all her things Anya pulled on a pair of jodhpurs and found a warm, fuzzy white sweater for on top. Slipping that on, she found her boots and gloves and made a mental note that her helmet and crop should still be in the office if she needs them later on. Checking her mess of hair in the bathroom, Anya sighed and pulled it up into a ponytail not wanting to play around with it today. Then, a touch of eyeliner and lip gloss and she was set. Anya wasn’t big on makeup for everyday uses. Special occasions were…special.
Checking the clock atop her night table, the blonde jumped. She was going to be late for the first lesson she had that morning! Double-checking she had everything once more, the girl moved through back to her kitchen and set out a little dish of seeds on the porch like she did every morning. Anya had taken to feeding the birds and squirrels after having caught one of the latter trying to attack an neighboring birdfeeder. She had always wanted a little bird too, a cute little parakeet or finch but with the traveling Anya knew she couldn’t have any pets aside from her horse.
Going back through the apartment, she grabbed her keys and triple checked everything was in place before closing and locking the door. Making her way down the stairs and elevator to the parking lot, Anya spotted her car and climbed in. Beside her in the passengers seat was still that same pile of, now outdated, showing brochures pertaining to the shows she had skipped for staying at Shady Lane. On top of those sat a small pile of peppermint horse treats for Show Down - or Gunner as was his barn name. The stallion had really taken well to the peppermint and Anya was glad because it was her favorite sweet too. Preferably even more than chocolate because the latter was more fattening.
When she reached the barn, Anya hopped out with her gloves in her mouth, keys in one hand and sticking a cell phone into her pocket with the other. Taking her gloves with one now free hand, she grabbed a regular peppermint that had been sitting in her cup holder and shut the door. It was now, popping that peppermint in her mouth, that Anya remembered the cup of steaming coffee still waiting for her at home on the kitchen table. A small ‘oh’ escaped her as the blonde wrinkled her nose in remembrance. Oh well, she’d see to that later.
Walking now to the office and checking the staff list, she saw that her first lesson was due to start in an hour. That was plenty of time to check up on Gunner though she’d have to exercise him later. With a nod, the blonde tossed her gloves on the table that always seemed to have papers all over it and made her way to the stallion’s stall. The chestnut seemed sound asleep as Anya crept up not wanting to startle him. Poking her head inside the stall, she giggled at the sleeping thing. At the sound of her voice though, Gunner jerked his head up slightly and awoke to turn and look at her. Shaking his mane the stallion nickered softly and did a small jig before turning in his stall. He was always acting like he had ants under his fur and was the only creature on Earth who Anya knew would never benefit from coffee. Pawing a hoof softly, still fairly tired, the stallion nosed Anya’s back pocket and pushed her almost all the way to the side making the young woman laugh.
“Be nice,” she scolded gently whilst laughing. Manners were a thing she was still working on with him but it probably didn’t help that she laughed and still gave him the treat. Now, running her fingers through his mane and scratching his forehead gently, Anya gave Gunner a small kiss on the muzzle to which the horse snorted and shook his head making her giggle again. “I’ll get you out in the ring late’r.” she said. “For now I need to check up on a few things and find the oth’r big lump of man aro’nd here. Then I’ll be free to car’e f’you.” Gunner gave a bob of his head as if he understood but really didn’t have a clue of what was just said amusing Anya. With one last pat, she left the stall and made her way through the barn back outside.
Shady Lane was buzzing this morning as Anya emerged and made her way back to her car. Having remembered she needed to fill out another form for a local show she figured now was as good a time as any. Her lesson wasn’t due to start for another forty-five minutes after all. Grabbing the show listings and form, Anya turned around and closed the door again when suddenly a bark caught her attention. It came over from the round pen so, crossing her arms and flinching slightly against a large, unexpected gust of wind, Anya made her way over. As she reached the rail, a bundle of fur bounced up and down in excitement and she immediately recognized it. The other male on crack! Giggling, Anya crouched and hugged the wriggling puppy before straightening and gazing inside the ring. Just as she had expected, Aaric was working one of his horses in there. Cher possibly?
Tucking her arms into a crossed position again, Anya stepped onto the bottom rail and leaned on the top one to watch. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she saw Aaric was topless and the blonde had to hold back a laugh. “Forget your’ shirt at home?” she called with an evident smile spreading across her lips.
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Đ. Lawride
Commander
The Restless Guardian of Gateway Island
Audi famam Illius, scriptor!
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Post by Đ. Lawride on Dec 8, 2009 11:38:18 GMT -5
Gah, completely forgot you put this in the general area!
Still, pretty god profile, there! The pic looks like she's a Team Magma Grunt xD (I should know because I've been spending too much time trying to get Sal to get me new sprites xD).
Anyways, I'll move this to... Other Trainer categories. Yup, seems appropriate.
It just hit me that Skye also has a Coordinator character, but she decided to put it into Pokesonas because it's more related to it.
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Post by Holly Phillips on Dec 8, 2009 16:56:24 GMT -5
Haha, I am so anti-magma. xD Its a long standing rivalry in between my siblings and I that Aqua is WAY better than magma. ^.^ That's just fact though. >.> Mike is too stubborn to realize it is all. xDD
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2009 16:42:08 GMT -5
Lol. She seems nice. And yeah, she kind of does look like a Magma grunt a little. BTW, origin is where your character is from. Like Newbark Town, Sinnoh, Lily Cove, Hoenn, etc.
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Post by Holly Phillips on Dec 13, 2009 17:36:46 GMT -5
ah, thank you. I wondered. xD ANd thank you haha ^.^
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