Harmony Willow Rider
Jun 21, 2020 12:54:44 GMT -8
Post by bubblegumpink on Jun 21, 2020 12:54:44 GMT -8
Trainer Profile
Character Name: Harmony Willow Rider
Nickname: Introduces self by Willow. Other nicknames include, Willy, Wilma, Will, or Lilly.
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Trainer Class: Trainer
Height: 5’1”
Weight:125
Hair Color & Style: Her hair is a dark, chestnut colored brown. It’s coily in texture and ends at the top of her shoulders. It’s trimmed regularly, because if it gets too long she sees it as a burden, so she keeps it in good shape. She prefers to not do much with it, as to her it looks just fine down, as her egoistic nature causes her to believe she doesn’t need to change.
Eyes: She has deep dark brown eyes, the type that by staring deep into, you would swear you saw straight through her soul. Still, her stare isn’t intimidating at all. It’s one full of kindness and love, a look you could feel comfortable telling your darkest secrets too. Yet looks can be deceiving, as these eyes of kindness hide a different nature. In shape, they are larger than average, and almond shaped. Her eyebrows are messy, but controlled in the way she expresses herself
Clothing/Accessories:Her wardrobe consists of many different clothing, most eer on the casual side, with a unique flair.
Her favorite outfit is a striped red and black t-shirt with mom jeans. It’s simple, but she can also dress it up depending on how she chooses to accessorize. Jewelry can dress up any outfit, such as her own home made bracelets, she wears with almost any outfit.
Another outfit she’s fond of for warmer seasons is a black tank top with light blue jean shorts. This ones a pair of shorts she cut herself. Her pride for partially designing her own outfit is part of the reason why she wears it so much. For colder seasons she doesn’t bundle up too much, as she’s a big fan of cold weather. Her outfits tend to consist of hoodies and jeans of sweatpants with fuzzy socks and sometimes a scarf. One of her favorite winter outfits is a tie dye hoodie with black sweatpants and socks with flowers on them. She likes the look of tie dye, she thinks it makes her stand out.
Hiking boots are a staple for her, she always wears either those or sneakers, depending on how harsh the terrain is. She can often be found in a pair of white and sky blue sneakers, a pair she bought as a gift for herself one delimas.
General Appearance:
Willow presents herself with confidence, back straight, shoulders relaxed, the whole deal. She keeps her head held high no matter what, even in the midst of danger. To her it is always better to show as little fear as possible.
Willow is short, but frail. Drugs have made eating feel like a chore to her, and so she is very sickly and thin, which is a trait she doesn’t feel embarrassed of at all. Her skin is a light brown in tone, and she has lots of freckles around her cheeks.
Willow has a talent for choosing when to express most emotions and when not to. This especially applies to anger or sadness, whenever she feels either of these in front of someone she’s looking to befriend, she can easily put on a happy face and pretend to feel normal, though an observant person could notice small details. For example, when hiding anger, especially if she’s angry at the person she’s talking to, she tends to avoid eye contact more. As if looking another human in the eyes will cause her to snap. Sadness is much harder to spot. Willow sees sadness as a sign of weakness, and she will do almost anything to stop it. There is only one real sign. Whenever she pinches her wrist, it’s her way of force-stopping tears. Despite her skill at masking emotions, there is one feeling she can’t seem to hide: anxiety. Though she does hide it better than the average person. When she’s anxious, it’s easy to tell by her rapidly moving and blinking eyes. She also tends to fidget when anxious, as this is a coping mechanism for her.
Besides this, Willow’s expression is usually almost frighteningly relaxed, unless the conversation calls for another emotion, which she can easily express with the look in her eyes and tone of voice.
Birthday: December 15th
Allignment: Chaotic Neutral
Ethnicity: Biracial Mboki/Aguario
Hometown: Aurmouth city, South Godai
Personality:
Willow places a lot of weight on first impressions, she often chooses her friends based on first impressions. So of course, she makes sure she has a good one. She presents herself as scarily charismatic. The talent of turning a stranger into a friend is one she’s worked on for as long as she can remember. It’s a game to her, seeing how many people she could make fall in love with her, platonically, or romantically. She treats everybody with intense kindness at first meeting, causing people to be fond of her. The feeling of people loving her is an addiction to her, and being so charismatic has caused her to lean gain an ego.
Hearing so many compliments has made her love herself, perhaps a bit too much at times. Over the years this has grown into a god complex. It’s unknown if this is from her privileged childhood, her many talents, or her ability to make people love her so easily, but she always views herself as above others. As an only child, she may also be too used to being the center of attention. In her mind, it is assumed that people are there to listen to her, and there is a feeling of confusion and anger when she is ignored.
Willow also puts a lot of importance on her individuality, a trait she’s had since she was a very young child. She is motivated by the idea of being like nobody else. This caused her to pick up a lot of unique skills and hobbies. All of these hobbies she has grown to care about deeply, but they began as a way to feel unique.
Because of her history with drug abuse, Willow also sometimes acts strange. She is neurotic and anxious, and seems to worry about the littlest thing. She is constantly paranoid, and always seems to be looking behind her. Still, she’s trained herself to hide this behind a mask of charisma. This same mask is her coping mechanism for any other negative trait she might show.
She likes to think deeply and have complex opinions on things like religion and the meaning of life. Willow’s beliefs are complex and contradictory in some ways. She believes in peace above all else, yet her impulsive nature causes peace to be a rare occurrence in her life. She deeply wishes that her life could be peaceful, yet peace has only brought boredom, which leads her to do things that break up that boredom. This, of course, makes peace almost impossible. As she can not create peace for herself, she instead tries to the best of her abilities to create peace for her others, although she fails often. Usually this failure comes in the form of her putting her ego first, a vice she never could rid herself of.
One of her biggest interests is nature. She is completely vegan, and she talks about it any chance she gets. Most of the food she eats is completely homegrown, as she’s picked up gardening as a skill. Generosity is also very important to her, she will share vegan recipes or vegan food with anybody who asks. She’s also generous with other things, namely money. Growing up with so much has caused her to not place a lot of value on it. She gives lots of money away, but she does expect to be thanked, and if she isn’t, or if she isn’t thanked well enough, she won’t hesitate to take the money back.
Impulsivity is a trait she’s fought against for as long as she can remember. She seems unable to stop herself once she has a fun idea. This has lead her to make very silly decisions she regrets later. However, this is also a trait that makes her much more interesting, as she has many stories of crazy things she’s done. These are stories that she tells to people when she first meets them, and one of the reasons she’s so irresistible to be friends with, people hear her stories and make the assumption that she’s a fun, exciting person to be around. Which may be true at first, but soon people find she may be fun, but she isn’t a good person to be friends with.
Willow loves all areas of nature, including Pokémon. She doesn’t have a real preference, as she understands that each Pokémon has it’s part in nature. Although she does have a slight feeling of distrusts towards very powerful Pokémon, especially because of how weak her Wurmple is. She tends to use Pokémon to vent out her problems, as she knows they don’t really understand and can’t judge her.
History:
Privilege is often something one is born with, as is the case for Harmony Willow Rider. Her mother inherited a large amount of money when her brother, the owner of a few hotel chains and excellent investor, died and left her with more money than she knew what to do with. Doing what any newly rich twenty something year old would do, she bought a huge mansion in Aurmouth town and married a young male model. They were a prodigal couple, blowing money on fancy cars and month long vacations.
The newly wed couple made a promise to each other they’d stay childless for their whole life, but that promise didn’t last very long when the woman found herself pregnant. The disappointment they both felt was enormous, yet they saw an opportunity to raise the child to be the most wonderful project yet, though they quickly found that idea to be boring. They named her Harmony Willow Rider, a name both of them adored, yet Harmony herself despised, even as a young girl. She quickly decided to refer to herself as Willow instead, a choice her parents would never forgive her for.
Willow grew up spoiled, yet neglected. As her parents were often too busy with whatever it was they did (they never bothered to tell her), she was given mostly free range of the entire mansion, being watched by nobody besides her grandmother who gave her practically anything she wanted. One of her first gifts was a Wurmple. She received it as a gift when she pointed at one in a television show and chanted the word “want” over and over again. Her mother promptly brought her one, which she named Pinky, and fell in love with. Pinky truly was her first real friend, and the cause of her love for Pokémon and nature.
This love for nature would only grow as she learned about pollution while watching a documentary. She didn’t fully understand, being too young to even be in school at this point, but she felt a pain that had until then been unfamiliar. A deep pain she felt in her chest. She would later be able to pinpoint the feeling as guilt. This feeling would only grow when she learned from an overheard discussion that her parents were a large cause of these sorts of problems, with how much they travelled. Not only that, but her father had just gotten a part time job as a butcher. Which, with the way they talked about it, sounded like they cut up Pokémon to be eaten?
She promised herself she would never eat Pokémon meat again. This was a promise she kept her entire life.
Beginning school, she was a very socially awkward child. What else could one expect from a child who’s only friend was a worm? She didn’t know how to make friends, she just knew she wanted friends. She wanted people who would be there for her no matter what, who would listen to her and any of her thoughts, which she had lots of. Her new mission was to be likable, and so she spent roughly an hour each day talking to herself in a mirror, practicing and copying what she saw other people do on T.V, as it was the only real social interaction she saw each day, including weekends. Soon, she found her dedication paid off, and she went from annoying to one of the most well liked kids in her class.
Willow quickly made herself a best friend, a young girl named Andi. They became friends one day during lunch when Willow was talking about her family’s huge house, and Andi responded by complimenting her on her lunch, noticing it was fresh from a garden. Willow offered to let her see the garden in person, and they’ve had an inseparable friendship ever since. Willow got compliments from Andi, Andi liked hanging out at Willow’s three story mansion. Andi wasn’t very well liked, and so she relied on Willow to be popular, while Willow relied on Andi for validation.
A lack of real parental figures in her life began to show as she aged. Never being told the right or wrong thing to do made her impulsive. She could do almost anything she wanted without supervision or much of a consequence, so there was no real reason to not do ridiculous things.
This was a trait that would cause both her destruction and improvement. Impulsivity seemed to make her even more popular, as people would want to see what crazy thing she would do next. Yet, it also lead to a downfall of sorts, as she simply stopped doing anything that didn’t interest her. This included homework, chores, anything like that didn’t interest her anymore. She instead began to dedicate herself to many other hobbies and passions, anything she could get her hands on.
All the clubs that even somewhat interested her, she found herself joining. Of course, she didn’t make all of them, but she still found her plate full.
Being in so many clubs means she had lots of places to find friends, and friends she did find. She quickly climbed up the social ladder, becoming one of the most well liked girls in her school. Partially for her charisma, partially for her huge mansion that she usually had all to herself, well, herself and a Wurmple who was cute and entertaining to guests.
An asset like that wouldn’t go to waste, so she began inviting her classmates over for parties at her house. Though they began simple, when she was in her early teens, with simple get togethers, soon news spread that she had the freshest parties in all of the school, and more and more people showed up. No parents were ever there to see it, so the activities were allowed to get out of their age appropriate range.
By the time Willow was fifteen, teenagers were bringing hard drugs to the parties. As a stupid and impulsive teenager, she found herself trying some of these. It started with alcohol, but as the weeks went on, she found herself unable to stop. Even trying other things, things she didn’t even bother to check the label for. It wasn’t that she didn’t know better, she had spent lots of time researching different drugs, it fascinated her. Every part of her was aware of how dim the outcome would be if she began on this path, yet with everyone’s eyes on her, she took the first step towards what would be the worst mistake of her life.
Soon this became a normal part of her life, as she bought these substances from the shady people at her school. It helped her get through the monotony of life, and sometimes made it easy for her to juggle her many passions. Not to mention, it simply felt good. These were “balanced” by countless side effects. She became a total insomniac, neurotic mess. There was no longer much of a need to be charismatic, as people already liked her well enough. So slowly, her friends watched as she transformed from a social butterfly hippie girl, to a neurotic druggie who couldn’t control her addictions. People stayed friends with her, but it was no longer out of admiration, it was out of fear. Even Willow was fully self aware of her mistake, yet pride kept her from admitting it to herself. It was a reality she chose to never address, instead pushing it deep inside, worrying about too many other things.
When her phone rang one day, Willow was unpleasantly greeted with another strike. Her best friend gave her a long lecture about how she was destroying her life-or something, she wasn’t really paying attention. Willow responded nonchalantly, telling the girl she didn’t really care. This was, at heart, a lie. She cared more than she could put into words, and the fact that someone reached out to her meant more than she could imagine.
Still, she wasn’t going to give this addiction up, so she put on a mean face and buried any real feelings she felt.
Andi didn’t take that well. The two never spoke again, and it was the first time the girl found herself without a closest friend. Many people loved her, she was extremely popular for the parties she still threw every weekend, but nobody really liked her, no one listened to her. The average human would perhaps respond to this in sadness, but she got angry instead. It seemed that her ego got in the way of her seeing the bigger picture. She decided that it couldn’t have been her who was the problem, it was instead everybody else around her’s fault for not caring about her more. It was a phrase she would repeat to herself as she slept. Not my fault, not my fault, not my fault.
Another thing, besides gardening, she found comfort in was music. She stole a ukulele from her next door neighbor. He left it on the side of the road, so it couldn’t have been that important to her, was her way of justifying the blatant act of theft. With her ukulele, she finally had a way to vent her frustrations and feelings on life, now that Andi wasn’t there to be her own personal therapist dummy. She wrote lots of songs, and it gave her a feeling of peace she deeply needed. She began with performing for Pinky, who would often groove to the rhythm.
Noticing how much of her parent’s money she had stolen, she decided to share this talent with the world, and began putting on performances at a local café for extra cash. At first, this went very well. People seemed to like her music just fine, and she found deep joy in sharing her art with other people, even if it was just a handful. It was on her second time performing that the man who she stole the ukulele from happened to be there. He made a scene about it, as it seemed he was looking for it the whole week. She tried to bluff her way out of it, but his signature was on the back of the instrument. She gave it back, hesitantly, and knew she would most likely never be able to show her face there again.
With her new passion ruined, she turned back to gardening as a distraction. She would spend hours each day on planting, caring for her now impressive garden. Pinky adored the garden, and he’d often wander around it. She never saw a reason to really supervise him, he was a smart Wurmple, he could find his was around. She knew Pokémon could get along fine without being watched constantly.
This would be proven false as she woke up one day to being unable to find her beloved friend. She spent days searching for him before she finally realized he must have either gotten lost, or run over. This was an almost impossible fact to cope with, and she responded by stuffing her face with illegal substances. She thought if she took enough, it would numb the unavoidable guilt she felt, as she knew it was nobody’s fault but her own. The timing of this act lined up perfectly with her parents arriving home from one of their many month long vacations, and they walked through the door to see their little girl in the middle of the act.
Horrified, they brought her to rehab. Willow felt, for perhaps the first time in her life, grateful. She was thankful that somebody forcibly intervened, as it seemed to be what she needed most at that point. She spent about a month rehabilitating, a process that didn’t change much about her view on life, but did do one thing: scare her away from drugs forever.
Finally out, she noticed her parents weren’t home, but instead left a note, telling her she should try training Pokémon. It came with a chocolate cookie and a Pokéball, one that when thrown would reveal a new Wurmple, which she named Pinky II. This was, to her, a chance to start her life over.
Inventory
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HolocasterTrainer Advancement
Advancement Points: 0
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Pokemon
Total EXP Gained: 0
| Pokemon | |
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 Wurmple Caught at Level 5 Nickname: Pinky II Gender: Female Type: Bug Ability:Shield Dust Height:1’0” Weight:7.9 lbs. Health: Scrawny EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (0/2) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D11 Total Stats: 40
Vitamins Used: None | Moveset: 1. String Shot 1. Tackle 5. Poison Sting Unique Moves: - - - - Item: |
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Journal
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