Valora Pritchard

[Rose]

Trainer Profile

Character Name: Valora Pritchard
Nickname: Bold of you to assume she’d currently have anyone close by enough to think of choosing a nickname for her, much less one she’d tolerate.
Gender: Female, Intersex Femme
Age: 18
Trainer Class: Curmudgeon

Height: 171 cm (~5’ 7.5”)
Weight: 55 kgs

Hair Color & Style: Her hair, let untamed to rest mostly over her collarbone - given that it always, always seems to be affected only ever to blow forward into her face; the sides of her eyes, her mouth, all with the touch of any slight breeze on a dead day - remains mostly a persistent source of frustration. It is not cut or styled to any particular fashion… well, strictly speaking, it is not cut at all (at least in recent years), but never seems able to make much progress beyond the upper parts of her shoulderblade. The bangs lie wild and frequently work to conceal her facial features, at least at a glance, just as well as they conceal her vision. She is acutely aware that her body is bound to significantly overproduce the oils required to keep her hair healthy, leaving the straight strands flat and lank on the top, as well as darkening her natural dark-bronze colour to a sheen something more like… dried mud. Of course, all of this could be mitigated were she to wash her hair and brush at least every other day or so - which is not likely to happen.

Eyes: Honestly mostly unremarkable when they are seen properly. They are larger than average, giving her something of an uncomfortable, blank stare. Otherwise, they are simply a dull brown colour with the edge of the iris having an indistinct, watery texture.

Clothing/Accessories: Valora generally chooses her clothing based on their suitability for veiling her identity, figure, and overall usefulness for travelling through public whilst seldom being noticed. In practice, this doesn’t always work, as in many places someone dressed so blandly and with obvious disdain for their personal appearance is more eccentric and conspicuous than almost any form of dress.

In any case, oversized non-brand (and therefore non-overpriced) hoodies are her go-to, preferably coming in dark teal or grey. But really anything will do so long as it was easy to purchase and no-one will ever ask much about it. In the rare cases it’s too hot for her not to squirm under her hoodie, she’ll wear a long-sleeved top and just keep her head down. She cares significantly more about the dress of her lower body than the reverse, but that’s only mostly on account of practicality and the fact that her particular physique appears to have been divinely sculpted by Arceus not to exactly comfortably fit any size of any pair of jeans on the continent. And it’s not ideal to traipse from place to place feeling as if a tight denim hand is trying to butter-churn your left buttock. Over time though, she’s managed to build-up enough of a collection of them to travel functionally with, all from thrift shops initially and then worn until they physically cannot be worn any longer due to damage.

The same principle goes for her footwear, her favourite pair being a couple good-quality high-tops, originally stark white with a charming rainbow motif on the heel, now solidly brown-and-black coloured across. The only things she really cares much for are a ‘lucky’ glass pendant in the shape of a painted red heart - albeit with one great chip upon it - and her tidy collection of fabric face masks from several different times and places, mostly as they fulfil a dual purpose of staying the ‘bad air’ of city centres from her lungs, and for keeping her basic features covered.

General Appearance: She has the appearance and bearing of someone who ‘doesn’t care’, but not in the admirable (or much less desirable) way; rather that she’s a mess and doesn’t bother to take proper care of herself, which honestly is pretty accurate as far as judging only on appearance would go. Her entire offensively-cheap ensemble, often stained or torn, repels many people from her before they could even get to talking. She is sometimes assumed to be a delinquent or even a mugger, yet most likely of all some sort of young drifter with a life over almost as soon as it began. On the bright side, for all the times people look at her once and then look away, bothering to form no impression - or perhaps one of impassive pity - she is rarely troubled or targeted by people. Except perhaps by the local police, whom she’s found generally equally intolerable to those of Gwyrgam, though easily enough avoided - especially given she isn’t, like… doing anything. Save for her present meandering through odd jobs and odd places.

Upon a closer inspection, you might notice her long, slim limbs, which contribute to her fast and somewhat twitchy gait. Her movements in general are very sharp, but stilted - rather than fluidly responding to an unexpected event, but only one as simple as her dropping an item, she most often freezes for a long moment before arching her body to snatch down upon it like a pair of shears. Overall, she’s quick and fit enough to be practical, but also obviously no athlete. Moving at times with the indecision of a drunk who’s just realised they’ve crossed the cusp into blackout - except in roughly double speed - can be an unusual sight, but at the same time she’s gone from view within a moment or two.

It would be difficult to judge her actual ‘objective attractiveness’, if you personally believe there to be such a thing, for obvious reasons. Her facial features are unusual, yet not to the point of being particularly striking; she bears a crisp, angular jaw hardened from oft-gritted teeth, the large washed-out eyes sunken in the swollen bags of a sleep schedule more day than night and sharp cheekbones beneath them. Her eyelashes are missing in some places due to her recurring habit of rubbing her eyes furiously in the morning (or evening), getting caked dirt into them, then rubbing them more ‘til the painful rawness of them far overshadows the discomfort of any foreign bodies stuck there. Valora’s ears have been under her hair continuously for so long that even she doesn’t know what they look like anymore. Meanwhile, her nose was once described by her mother as ‘regal’, that is to say somewhat oversized, as well as extremely straight across the bridge to the point of seeming almost like the beak of a predatory bird. Her lips are neither full nor thin, as blotchy in colour as her general complexion, although mercifully marginally less white. Of course her skintone gives the constant impression that she’s been a bit of a more generous blood donor than recommended in recent days.

But hey - at least her eyebrows always keep a nice thickness and arch without her having to do anything. That’s a plus, right?

Birthday: November 6th, 183

Astrological Signs: She really does not care enough for them to consciously remember.

Alignment: Extremely variable on the moral axis, but by absolutely no means Lawful.

Religion: Follows no religion and also has a generally negative personal outlook on religious beliefs and many traditions as well. However, that absolutely does not mean to say she has an interest in confronting anyone over their own religious commitments and/or spirituality, rather Valora strongly does not want to be pulled into it nor even really discuss it.

Ethnicity: Grathfreish. Freish ancestrally speaking. One-quarter Luctanguian, from her mother’s side.

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Hometown: Gwyrgam, Grathfreith (for most of her youth.)

Personality: Valora is perhaps best described as… bitter. Bitter beyond her years, or bitter even for her years, depending on your own perspective. Generally she avoids confrontation, and for that matter considers most situations involving meeting or addressing a stranger to be a confrontation, or at least a confrontation in the making. A lack of exposure to long-term or developed relationships with people over the last three years in particular, and in many ways for a lifetime has led her behaviour around people to be errant and unpredictable. That doesn’t mean she must be hostile, but regardless of any hostility she can easily alienate others simply with dismissal of their or more likely her own problems, especially given an unhealthily generous dose of suspicion.

She needed ‘some time away’ from her family, that is to say away from her mother, but not long after that became continuous time away from friends older and newer; until they stopped attempting to reach-out, or she’d simply drifted away too far psychologically or in terms of actual location. Things haven’t improved in that regard since coming to Godai, perhaps not unsurprisingly given it wouldn’t have been her first choice - simply the first place that’d take her wherein she could actually speak their dominant language. Grathfreith felt always choking to her, especially with her Mum never seeming so far away and even moreso with what the mechanisms of the state’d been satisfied to do with her. It didn’t feel like a home, but that doesn’t mean that any drifter can drop to their knees to kiss the filthy concrete of the first port they come to and declare it the ‘Promised Land’.

Valora’s made an outsider because of her noncommittal-at-best manner with people, not to mention her laziness of reciprocating friendship to the few who were willing to tolerate her testiness plus dark, foul-mouthed (and also just generally unfunny) sense of humour. Yet it’s also important to remember that she is, essentially, a literal outsider in a sometimes annoyingly parochial country where she still understands much less of the customs, culture and practical organisations than it’d be better for her to. At this point her alienation from the country and the average person would take a conscious effort to fix, but not only does Valora generally lack the energy to even make an attempt at that, she’s not even sure if it would be worth the effort. If there’s any motivation for her present drifting through the country, it would be in the hopes she’d finally find somewhere that… clicked for awhile. Something that would solve some of the problems and draw her in without, truth be told, her really needing to do anything - and even she understands that’s wishful thinking at best.

So she sinks further deeper into a hole of eccentricity, not meaning to be malicious to people (at least, not most people) nor relishing her separation from them but figuring that factually, nothing much will change any time soon and her best solution might eventually well be to try another country entirely. Until that time she’s perfectly happy to amuse herself, or occasionally others, as sometimes people she works with for a few days (not likely to be any longer) find her amusing. She doesn’t mind being the butt of the joke, indeed those are some of her favourite jokes (or at least the most readily available), but that doesn’t do much to remedy the venomous tone she normally graces herself and others with whether she actively intends to or not.

Her understanding of people is generally poor - as if that couldn’t be guessed - with being presented with any personal problem or story generally making her extremely hesitant, as well as wondering what they might stand to gain from telling her this much before she considers how they might’ve been impacted by it. Impressively, her understanding of Pokemon manages to be even worse oftentimes; failing to look after their needs to the degree she must, and otherwise almost-always failing to convince any she was supposed to care for to carry-out entirely anything they 'ought' to.

Luckily, Grathfreith has outstandingly low standards for their own trainer licensee requirements. That, and that upon obtaining residency in Godai she was automatically entitled to a basic license in accord with her being an adult ‘qualified trainer’.

Really, that’s most of what can be said about Valora currently. Disengaged from people and even from Pokemon except when necessary for her continued subsistence; not feeling proud in this fact, but not feeling able or willing to change it, especially not for as long as she can travel quite freely from one place to the next and shirk starvation.

History:

Inventory

Dians: 1,000

Items:
5x Pokéball

Key Items:
PokéDex
Journal
Holocaster

• Town Map

Trainer Advancement

Advancement Points: 0
Tier 0:
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Pokemon

Total EXP Gained: 0

Pokemon
Stunky Caught at Level 5 Nickname: “Smebs”, AKA Smelly Boy Gender: Female Type: Poison/Dark Ability: Stench Height: 1’ 4” Weight: 42.3 lbs Health: Intermediate EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (7/9) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D8 Total Stats: 55 Attack: 12 (22%) Defense: 3 (6%) Sp. Attack: 16 (29%) Sp. Defense: 7 (13%) Speed: 17 (30%) Vitamins Used: None	Moveset: 1. Focus Energy 1. Scratch 3. Feint 3. Poison Gas Unique Moves: - - - - Item:

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