Post by heaven on Jul 16, 2012 18:48:09 GMT -6
[atrb= cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:550px; bTable]  I know in this world what is true, Victory Seekers will see me through! |
This is how I am, take it or leave it! Heaven is loud, opinionated, abrasive, and always charges into things head first. She's been known to have a darker sense of humor, and often has macabre moments where all she can do is spout off dark, morbid things. Her temper is like a fire, quick to start, it burns hot, and as soon as the source of her ire is consumed, it quickly dies. She doesn't often hold grudges, but when she does, she holds them for a long time. She finds it hard to trust people, but when she does, she's as loyal s any growlithe. The story of how I came to be. Heaven grew up, not knowing her parents. They had died in a fire, along with their faithful pokemon as they tried to pull the couple from the house. She was only a year and a half old when she went to live with Nana Lia and her natu. Growing up, she became obsessed with any and every story that her Nana told her about her own days as a pokemon trainer, going out and collecting badges. Heaven would often convince her nana's Natu, Crissa, to go out in the yard and play hide and seek. The litle bird pokemon always won, something the little girl often pouted about. As the years went on, and her grandmother became older and sickly, Heaven slowly began to lose hope that she would ever be able to start on her own pokemon quest. Most, not all but ost, trainers started young, around ten or so, and she was already closing in on twenty. A week after her 20th birthday, her nana passed away in her sleep, her faithful Natu, passing with her. The night before, as if expecting the outcome of the next day, Nana Lia had made heaven promise, that no matter what happened to her, she would go on and become that trainer that she had always wanted to be. |