Post by Avidi on Jul 14, 2009 12:17:51 GMT -6
The last thing you want to know...
Francis Pewter, odd-job extrordinaire.
Isn't it rude to ask?...
I'm thirty four, so please show a little respect.
Really?...
I'm a woman.
You shouldn't be able to recognize me...
Fran stands at about six feet tall, and she's even taller still with a pair of signature low cut, black leather boots. Moving up the frame of her body you'll notice some dark, skinny pant, which ranges from a jean material to a nice gray pinstripe. (For the more casual occasions) Traveling up from the knee one would notice that she thickens around her thigh and hip area, carrying a black belt complete with a silver clasp that holds small items, much like a pill case. Her pokeballs are usually situated to her left side in their holster. Her waist indents smoothly in to a large set of bosoms that struggle in a white, long sleeved blouse. Around her neck is a simple black choker.
Fran's hair is a nappy nest of auburn; it's extremely thick and long, and it only gets bigger with the humidity. It's never been straight, and it has never consented to being kinky-curly... Just like her pokemon, it follows it's own regimen. Her skin tone has more of a pink hue, so her slight tan looks a little off-red. Freckles line her under eyes and nose, as well as her arms and legs to complete her half Celtic appeal. The only thing that didn't come straight from the green isle are her narrow, dark brown eyes that boarder black. They are sharps and always portray some glitter of malice, opportunity, or pleasure. Like all aging women, Fran has forming bags under her eyes, as well as wrinkles, creases, and the like.
Only a mother could love...
Fran is a calculated beast of a woman, with beady eyes, uncanny sense of tact, and instinctual fight-or-flight when it comes down to the wire.
In her profession showmanship is everything. Her normal attitude is theatrical, with witty quips and cute smirks that she tries to keep short of sarcasm. (She hates to be compared to her partner Bree.) When in public she is whoever she is hired to be, and will never fall short of her character unless it risks her tail.
Alone, Francis can be jittery and tense, always on edge for the next thing to come, the next job to do, or the next moment to just plain live. The 34 year old keeps tabs of her mental fitness as well as her physical fitness. She fears that her age will eventually wear down her performance, and she plans to squeeze every drop of adrenaline from her body while she can. As often pointed out by her polar opposite personality Vespiquen, the woman needs a Persian Cigarette. Badly.
No major details...
Fran was born into the Pewter family, amply located in the fair Pewter City of the Kanto Region. Like the gym, most of the people in the area were as "rough and tough as the stones themselves." But to poor little Francis, stones held no particular value... It was the gems that truly caught her attention.
Her parents brought her up in the Pewter Museum of Science, which held a variety of interesting characters that came from all over Kanto to share their discoveries. She may not have understood everything that crossed her strain of hearing, but retaining it was the only important thing to her. Many of the scientists brought her gadgets, taught her how to inspect gems and elemental stones for legitamacy, as well as sharing updates on fossils that were uncovered. Her favorite item and start of her present career, was Old Amber. On the night of her sixteenth birthday, she gathered some spare cash and the Old Amber; Fran was determined to run off to the Sinnoh Region.
Petty thefts and odd-jobs gave her enough to get from Pewter City all the way to Veilstone City. Somewhere in between, she met her faithful partner, Bree, when the Vespiquen deliberately stole a honey jar that Fran had jacked earlier. Having nothing to combatant the flying bee, she wrestled it to the ground, grappling for the pathetically small jar wrapped in a torn piece of bandanna. Eventually the struggles were ended when the jar smashed and revealed to be nothing more than tobacco and a few sheets of paper. Both stared at each other, pissed and frustrated. Some queer bond was formed that day, which ended in Bree becoming Fran's first pokemon.
By the time she was twenty three, she worked the day shift at the department store and the night shift as a card dealer for the Game Corner. Her skill in thefts had improved, and it eventually got her noticed by Team Galatic while she was at the game corner. They persuaded her into their ranks, promising more challenges and unheard of rewards. Everything may have went to shit for the true goals of Team Galatic, but Fran prospered in the event of swiping pokemon and being graced in killing people... For small fees, of course. One of the highlights of her career in Sinnoh was meeting and being hounded by The Looker.
Eventually the scene bored her, and Francis Pewter set her eyes on to Kyoto Region. It had a promising number of people, pokemon, and dark understones.
Now she's an official member of Team Darkness. (And the comfortable back up of a mercenary/con artist.)
Sex...
Yes. Oh, I'm an equal opportunity flirt, but never seem to get past males.
Associates...
Bree//Vespiquen//Female//33
A sassy, rude bug with a hankering for cigarettes.
Moves...
Rain Dance
X-scissor
Toxic
Captivate
Monty//Alvah Zangoose//Male//31
A naughty, aggressive pokemon that enjoys lustrous objects.
Moves...
Alvah Blitz *
Alvah Blast *
X-Scissor
Crush Claw
Oxford//Toxicroak//Male//37
An adamant, foolhardy pokemon who enjoys battling.
Moves...
Flatter
Poison Jab
Focus Punch
Earthquake
Francis Pewter, odd-job extrordinaire.
Isn't it rude to ask?...
I'm thirty four, so please show a little respect.
Really?...
I'm a woman.
You shouldn't be able to recognize me...
Fran stands at about six feet tall, and she's even taller still with a pair of signature low cut, black leather boots. Moving up the frame of her body you'll notice some dark, skinny pant, which ranges from a jean material to a nice gray pinstripe. (For the more casual occasions) Traveling up from the knee one would notice that she thickens around her thigh and hip area, carrying a black belt complete with a silver clasp that holds small items, much like a pill case. Her pokeballs are usually situated to her left side in their holster. Her waist indents smoothly in to a large set of bosoms that struggle in a white, long sleeved blouse. Around her neck is a simple black choker.
Fran's hair is a nappy nest of auburn; it's extremely thick and long, and it only gets bigger with the humidity. It's never been straight, and it has never consented to being kinky-curly... Just like her pokemon, it follows it's own regimen. Her skin tone has more of a pink hue, so her slight tan looks a little off-red. Freckles line her under eyes and nose, as well as her arms and legs to complete her half Celtic appeal. The only thing that didn't come straight from the green isle are her narrow, dark brown eyes that boarder black. They are sharps and always portray some glitter of malice, opportunity, or pleasure. Like all aging women, Fran has forming bags under her eyes, as well as wrinkles, creases, and the like.
Only a mother could love...
Fran is a calculated beast of a woman, with beady eyes, uncanny sense of tact, and instinctual fight-or-flight when it comes down to the wire.
In her profession showmanship is everything. Her normal attitude is theatrical, with witty quips and cute smirks that she tries to keep short of sarcasm. (She hates to be compared to her partner Bree.) When in public she is whoever she is hired to be, and will never fall short of her character unless it risks her tail.
Alone, Francis can be jittery and tense, always on edge for the next thing to come, the next job to do, or the next moment to just plain live. The 34 year old keeps tabs of her mental fitness as well as her physical fitness. She fears that her age will eventually wear down her performance, and she plans to squeeze every drop of adrenaline from her body while she can. As often pointed out by her polar opposite personality Vespiquen, the woman needs a Persian Cigarette. Badly.
No major details...
Fran was born into the Pewter family, amply located in the fair Pewter City of the Kanto Region. Like the gym, most of the people in the area were as "rough and tough as the stones themselves." But to poor little Francis, stones held no particular value... It was the gems that truly caught her attention.
Her parents brought her up in the Pewter Museum of Science, which held a variety of interesting characters that came from all over Kanto to share their discoveries. She may not have understood everything that crossed her strain of hearing, but retaining it was the only important thing to her. Many of the scientists brought her gadgets, taught her how to inspect gems and elemental stones for legitamacy, as well as sharing updates on fossils that were uncovered. Her favorite item and start of her present career, was Old Amber. On the night of her sixteenth birthday, she gathered some spare cash and the Old Amber; Fran was determined to run off to the Sinnoh Region.
Petty thefts and odd-jobs gave her enough to get from Pewter City all the way to Veilstone City. Somewhere in between, she met her faithful partner, Bree, when the Vespiquen deliberately stole a honey jar that Fran had jacked earlier. Having nothing to combatant the flying bee, she wrestled it to the ground, grappling for the pathetically small jar wrapped in a torn piece of bandanna. Eventually the struggles were ended when the jar smashed and revealed to be nothing more than tobacco and a few sheets of paper. Both stared at each other, pissed and frustrated. Some queer bond was formed that day, which ended in Bree becoming Fran's first pokemon.
By the time she was twenty three, she worked the day shift at the department store and the night shift as a card dealer for the Game Corner. Her skill in thefts had improved, and it eventually got her noticed by Team Galatic while she was at the game corner. They persuaded her into their ranks, promising more challenges and unheard of rewards. Everything may have went to shit for the true goals of Team Galatic, but Fran prospered in the event of swiping pokemon and being graced in killing people... For small fees, of course. One of the highlights of her career in Sinnoh was meeting and being hounded by The Looker.
Eventually the scene bored her, and Francis Pewter set her eyes on to Kyoto Region. It had a promising number of people, pokemon, and dark understones.
Now she's an official member of Team Darkness. (And the comfortable back up of a mercenary/con artist.)
Sex...
Yes. Oh, I'm an equal opportunity flirt, but never seem to get past males.
Associates...
Bree//Vespiquen//Female//33
A sassy, rude bug with a hankering for cigarettes.
Moves...
Rain Dance
X-scissor
Toxic
Captivate
Monty//Alvah Zangoose//Male//31
A naughty, aggressive pokemon that enjoys lustrous objects.
Moves...
Alvah Blitz *
Alvah Blast *
X-Scissor
Crush Claw
Oxford//Toxicroak//Male//37
An adamant, foolhardy pokemon who enjoys battling.
Moves...
Flatter
Poison Jab
Focus Punch
Earthquake
