Post by Bayhound on Jul 21, 2011 1:10:47 GMT -6
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I know in this world what is true, Victory Seekers will see me through!
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This is how I am, take it or leave it!
First impressions tell you that Allie is overall a somewhat meek, quiet girl. She doesn't speak up much, and if she does, she's either constantly stuttering, twiddling her thumbs, or avoiding eye contact. Being a people person isn't exactly her thing - and crowds scare the crap out of her. However, she swallows down her fear on the stage in contests, albeit you can still tell that she's slightly nervous. In reality she's a simple, good-natured girl, and after a little while, she'll eventually warm up to people and stand by their side through anything. Unfortunately, she's also a bit naive, and will probably be tricked in the future. Listening and observing are her best traits. She's very rough around the edges, but hopefully her journey will change that.
The story of how I came to be.
She was born the only child into a very large extended family in Slateport City, her parents owners of a very successful, yet slightly hidden, tavern. The 'Groggy Granbull' saw it's fair share of new faces, but the biggest business came from the town's resident sailors, workers, and their families. It was usually a safe environment, but if things got out of hand, not a hair on Allie's head was ever harmed. Being the daughter of the boss man and microbrewery's founder had it's benefits.
Among the various people the girl met was a fiesty young woman who kept herself nameless, her antics and ability to 'keep up with the boys' attracting all sorts of attention. Being the shy girl that she is, Allie kept more to the shadows of the scene, helping out where she was needed. However, the woman soon pulled the girl to the side and started a conversation with her after confining herself to the more quiet area of the tavern to rest, and there was where her admiration for contests began. Everything sounded so exotic and fun when it was described to her, and she had to admit that the idea of traveling this region she called 'Varaia' sounded inviting. The coordinator offered to show what she could do outside, and Allie complied, dragging the tavern's mascot with her so that maybe he would learn a thing or two.
The display was a wonderful one, and after a bit of work, Allie had the Granbull trained to do a few neat things, one of the guest's favorites being the pokemon's pretty fang attacks. And after a few years of begging, her parents allowed her to take a boat over to a region they'd never been to, knowing that it would make their daughter happy. Besides, she'd never truly expressed interest in anything else. She would have loved to take Granbull with her, but he belonged at the tavern, and she'd need pokemon of her own on her new adventure. Not long after she arrived in Dust Town, was presented with her pokemon, and was on her way.
[/td][/tr][/table][/center]First impressions tell you that Allie is overall a somewhat meek, quiet girl. She doesn't speak up much, and if she does, she's either constantly stuttering, twiddling her thumbs, or avoiding eye contact. Being a people person isn't exactly her thing - and crowds scare the crap out of her. However, she swallows down her fear on the stage in contests, albeit you can still tell that she's slightly nervous. In reality she's a simple, good-natured girl, and after a little while, she'll eventually warm up to people and stand by their side through anything. Unfortunately, she's also a bit naive, and will probably be tricked in the future. Listening and observing are her best traits. She's very rough around the edges, but hopefully her journey will change that.
The story of how I came to be.
She was born the only child into a very large extended family in Slateport City, her parents owners of a very successful, yet slightly hidden, tavern. The 'Groggy Granbull' saw it's fair share of new faces, but the biggest business came from the town's resident sailors, workers, and their families. It was usually a safe environment, but if things got out of hand, not a hair on Allie's head was ever harmed. Being the daughter of the boss man and microbrewery's founder had it's benefits.
Among the various people the girl met was a fiesty young woman who kept herself nameless, her antics and ability to 'keep up with the boys' attracting all sorts of attention. Being the shy girl that she is, Allie kept more to the shadows of the scene, helping out where she was needed. However, the woman soon pulled the girl to the side and started a conversation with her after confining herself to the more quiet area of the tavern to rest, and there was where her admiration for contests began. Everything sounded so exotic and fun when it was described to her, and she had to admit that the idea of traveling this region she called 'Varaia' sounded inviting. The coordinator offered to show what she could do outside, and Allie complied, dragging the tavern's mascot with her so that maybe he would learn a thing or two.
The display was a wonderful one, and after a bit of work, Allie had the Granbull trained to do a few neat things, one of the guest's favorites being the pokemon's pretty fang attacks. And after a few years of begging, her parents allowed her to take a boat over to a region they'd never been to, knowing that it would make their daughter happy. Besides, she'd never truly expressed interest in anything else. She would have loved to take Granbull with her, but he belonged at the tavern, and she'd need pokemon of her own on her new adventure. Not long after she arrived in Dust Town, was presented with her pokemon, and was on her way.
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