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PMA: Zeta [Zorua #570]

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:iconpokemon-amie: (MOVED! Zeta has been updated and moved to a different group  Zeta's new app some aspects of character has been changed)

Character now located at :iconhalcyoncity: 

Pokemon: Zorua (#570)
Nickname: Zeta
Gender: Female
Birthdate: August 21
Current Age: 19
Orientation: Heterosexual

Family:
Father: Zoroark
Mother: Zoroark
Siblings: one sister (younger) one brother (older) (both Zorua’s last time she saw them)

Romantic Partner: none
Offspring: none


Pokemon Stats



Current Level: 29
Nature: Jolly [+Speed, -Sp.Attack | +Sweet, -Dry]
Moves:


:icondarktypeplz: Fake Tears [ Power - | Acc. 100 ]
Lowers targets Sp. Defense by two stages. Can lower to a minimum of -6 stages.

:iconnormaltypeplz: Fury Swipes [ Power 18 | Acc. 80 ]
Hits 2-5 times with each swipe being treated like a separate attack.

:icondarktypeplz: Faint Attack [  Power 60 | Acc. ∞ ]
Deals damage ignoring changes in accuracy and evasion stats. However it will not his invulnerable attacks (Bounce, Dig, Dive Fly, Shadow Force, or Sky Drop).

:icondarktypeplz: Foul Play [ Power 95 | Acc. 100 ]
Uses the opponent’s Attack stats instead of the user’s in damage calculation. A.k.a the move acts as if the target is attack themselves. Higher attack higher the damage.


Battle Stats:
Attack: :star: :star: :star: :star-empty: :star-empty:
Defense: :star: :star: :star-empty: :star-empty: :star-empty:
Speed: :star: :star: :star: :star: :star:
Sp. Attack: :star: :star-empty: :star-empty: :star-empty: :star-empty:
Sp. Defense: :star: :star-empty: :star-empty: :star-empty: :star-empty:

Residence:
Santalune Forest:The family den is located here. After the forest fire she rarely visits seeing how her main objective is believed to be in Lumiose City.

Lumiose City: A new start and a place of hope for Zeta. In search of someone important from her past she came to the city only to be quickly sucked into its bustling atmosphere.  She still continues her search while also starting a new life.


PokeHuman Stats



Occupation: Coiffure Clips | Hair Stylist
: Enjoys braiding and creating new updos as a hobby. She encourages hair donations:
Town of Residence: In Lumiose City on Autumnal Avenue. She has a small apartment close to the juice shop seeing how she needs her morning ‘pick-me-up’ before going to work. People believe she has a pet Zorua do to her wondering around as her four legged self. Little do they know~
Appearance:

Physical:
Zeta’s method of saying physically healthy is a work hard than give yourself a treat kind of routine. Running is a method of calming down for her in times of depression and massive frustration. Seeing her at the gym is rare though seeing how her nose can’t handle the smells of the locker rooms. Plus she doesn’t like being put on display for open criticism on her physic. All in all she’s slightly toned in a sleek feministic way and refuses to build enough muscle to cross the line into looking brutish.
After a good work out though she rewards herself with the worst possible thing ever: Fast food. Her diet mostly consists of French fries, smoothies, double bacon cheese burgers with extra extra pickles, and Twizzlers. She has an odd favoritism to red candies and drinks.

Fashion:
Clothing is rather important to Zeta seeing how this is a way of stating she knows how to present herself. This helps with accumulating costumers for her job so her appearance is normally well kept with an obvious flirtatious vibe. She doesn’t mind the trends that everyone seems to go through but she mostly likes to have her own kind of fashion sense so she doesn’t blend in with the crowd. Being like everyone else makes you part of the crowd while being yourself puts you in your mini spot light….or so she says. The one thing that is constant on her person is some kind of accessory that is fox related. She’s proud of being a Zorua and doesn’t mind subliminally showing that fact to the world.


Personals



Personality:
Curious |  Zeta has a bad habit of sticking her nose into things that have a tendency to get her into….well….’pickles’ as she would say. Curiosity is alright in the right place and at the right time yet she seems to have a hard time judging when these moments are. Not having a trainer at any point in time some things that happen in the human world baffle her causing a childish wonderment begging for her to find out more.

Dedicated |  Giving up isn’t an option for this little fox. Once she’s set her mind to doing something she’ll work herself sick till she manages to accomplish her goal. This goes all the way from her dreams of being a well renowned hair stylist to simple daily tasks such as learning a new recipe simply because it has strawberries on top and looked tasty. Having a childish way of thinking Zeta believes there is nothing she can’t do as long as she puts her all into succeeding.

Dramatic |  No, she doesn’t like starting drama. If she wanted to say something bad about you she’d say it to your face rather matter of factly. She’s simply very dramatic in her actions. When she’s excited her reactions are similar to a hyperactive five year old on Christmas. When she’s upset she runs to her corner of woe to cry her eyes out while telling happy couples in her favorite chick flicks that their love is a lie (<----being this upset is rare)

Forthright |  Rather straight forward and outspoken, Zeta will simply say the first thing that comes to mind. Honesty is the best policy yet…time and place factors shows up here again. Sometimes complete blunt honesty doesn’t earn you very many friends and can hurt someone’s feels.

Vivacious |  Even on her bad days this gal puts forth a cheerful smile. Normally childishly spirited and happy during her excited moments and good natured cheery during everyday tasks Zeta tries not to let the world get to her. Granted not everyone is Superwoman and there are days that are downright hellish causing a drastic and very rare depressive spell.

Anxious |  In situations she is not familiar with she shows quite a few nervous ticks. One of the main things she’ll do when she feels uneasy is braid her hair. The tighter the braid the more uncomfortable she is. Yet when she starts randomly braiding other people’s hair it shows she’s completely relaxed around you and feels everything is copacetic. Anxiety happens before tests (especially for practicals and oral tests). A method of calming her down though is music. Music puts her in her own little world where she can easily block out the everything. Careful though, certain musical genres make her sleepy.



History:
Zeta’s childhood is something she reflects on daily. Everything about her family is prized, vividly showing up in her day dreams and randomly coming out in her conversations. As a pup her small pack lived in the lush greenery of Santalune Forest. The den provided a safe haven for the family of five away from the peering eyes of humans. Zeta’s parents were never very trusting of the species, telling their children horror stories and discouraging their young from interacting with them.

Curiosity is a horrid trait that all young pups are naturally born with, Zeta tracking down human camps to get a peek of these so called ‘monsters’ and ‘children stealers’. Trainers would travel through Santalune Forest on their way either to Santalune City or Aquacorde Town daily so spotting them wasn’t what you would consider tough. What interesting creatures these humans were to her. As she aged she would find herself sniffing them out simply to watch them. They always had such interesting things. Everything about them was fascinating from what they wore to the strange things she would find in their bags when she decided to snoop through their things whilst they slept. Her little secret excursions didn’t go completely unnoticed, her siblings eventually being sucked into the ‘fun’. Slowly they gained a treasure trove of human objects hidden away from their parents, buried in the back of the den which they would sleep on every night.

Mother Nature is a harsh mistress during the happiest of time, causing a rude awakening for all the Pokémon living under Santalune Forest’s protective arms. Rain storms were a openly welcomed occurrence accompanied with dancing and play in its gracious gift. The Zorua siblings played in the puddles as they would at every rain storm, this one being especially exciting. It had been a dry summer, the leaves even turning colors to give their lives away to the wind so their mother trees would live on. Splashing in the muddied grass with soaked fur and laughing barks no one expected a disaster to appear during such celebration.

A flash filled the forest, everything suddenly very still. The crack afterwards wasn’t a gentle rolling across the sky. It sounded splintering, as if slashing out into the earth with a vengeful rage. The world silenced, time standing still in anxious wait. The white flash was slowly replaced with an orange glow, it growing from a single tree to another. As the anger of nature grew the Pokémon of the forest ran in sheer panic. No one knew where to go, what was safe, or how to compose themselves. All they were thinking about was their survival which who could blame them.

Zeta didn’t know how she had managed to survive, her blacking out from inhaling too much smoke from the forest fire that burned down the parts of the forest she had claimed as her home. When she woke she found herself in a cage, wrapped up in several blankets with food and water lying not too far away in pink bowls. A group of Pokémon Rangers had started up a Pokémon rescue plan, her being one of the lucky few they had managed to find. Rehabilitation for the first couple days was nothing but rest, her too weak to really be considered completely coherent. When she finally was back to her active self she noticed something was missing. Her family hadn’t been brought to the center. Escaping from her cage several times she would find herself searching for them in the Poke Center’s halls, running through crowds desperately to find them. Her efforts were always fruitless, her ending up back in her cage with a new bowl of food and water. It was rough, her hiding in the back corner worrying where her most beloved treasures were.

Luckily there was one person there to watch after her, distracting her from the horrors of loneliness. A young boy would come to play with her. He was the one to give her food, the one to catch her when she ran off to try and escape, and the one to bundle her up in a blanket that had a strange comforting affect over her. After several months of careful care she found his visits a treat, her learning and excepting that it was alright to be excited to see him. She was finally allowed in the ‘big room’. A room filled with strange toys, including one that she quickly favored. It was a large ball she could pounce, it running away when she would try to catch it. She even learned rather demeaning tricks such as how to fetch, to sit when she wanted a treat, begging, rolling over, chasing her tail, and playing dead on occasion. Through it all she learned to have more of an optimistic point of view. Maybe things weren’t all that bad. Unfortunate, yes, but not something she couldn’t bounce back from if she could see this boy smiling at her.

Healthy Pokémon weren’t allowed to stay in the Poke center for long, another sad day coming when she was released back into the forest. At first she was over joyed thinking they were going to play outside together. They would roll in the grass, play catch, maybe her play a trick on him for once with her illusions. Running excited circles she barked out in joy, putting her nose to the ground to take in the natural smells.

A clicking sound caused her head to raise, the engine to the car they had ridden in starting up. What was going on? It started to roll, her watching it in disbelief. She wasn’t in the car…had he forgotten that she wasn’t inside? Had he called without her hearing him? As fast as her little feet could she raced after the vehicle hoping someone would notice she was being left behind. The car kept going, her legs not being fast enough to catch up in time to be taken back to the Pokémon Center. 

Cars always smelt of putrid gasoline, her easily sniffing her way back to the Poke Center in Santalune City. He wasn’t there either. Looking through the glass doors she noticed that no one dressed in the same fabrics as him were inside anymore. She continued on towards Lumiose City, her remembering people mentioning the place several times. It seemed favored among the humans, maybe he was there. With high hopes she set her sights towards the huge metropolis. She’d find him there; she was for sure that was where he had run off to.


Extras:

- She has a hard time with thunder storms, her usually hiding under the covers till the storm passes. Gentle rains are fine and she rather enjoys them.

- She has a massive appetite. Eating at a buffet her record is five plates filled to the brim. So if you’re paying for her meals it might be a good idea to order for her.

- Hair is her favorite part of the human world. She says that it’s the most personable part of your appearance and that it tells you a lot about the person. Hair isn’t something that you can simply take off so people put more thought into how to express themselves through it. (plus it’s fun to play with)

- When she gets the hiccups her illusions cause her to change form uncontrollably. These are definite stay at home days seeing how she’ll change into the last thing she thought off. (happens when she sneezes unexpectedly also)

- Through her training with the ranger during her rescue she has a horrid habit of sitting down when people randomly tell her to ‘SIT’ and go silent. That’s the only trick that really stuck subconsciously.

- Is a cuddle bug. If she randomly falls asleep next to you watch out. She’ll smother you to death.

- Naturally clingy. She has no personal space guys….here’s your warning.


Relationships: ---

User Info



Time Zone: EST
Chat Availability: Normally I’m more open in the later times of the day. I’m not too picky on where an rp takes place so if you would like to rp via note, comment, or chat just let me know =w=. My skype address won’t be handed out unless I’ve talked to you for a bit.

P.S. I have a tendency to take my time with note and skype rps. Meaning these will occasionally turn into lengthy replies but take a bit longer to type.  

Role-Play Example:

[ Taken from a Private Rp using character from :iconpokeplatform: ]

Oh gods it seemed the victim of the day never got a break. When he came home he had to deal with not herself but all the girls that easily outnumbered the men….if you could even consider Atim a man. He wasn’t really a woman either which put him kind of in a gray area in Gina’s book. Granted the fox even gave the bug a run for his money with his way too friendly manners in public areas that would gain the two judging or envious glances. Heavy doses of ‘public humiliation’ were a normal daily occurrence for the ninja. Plus he got up every morning to work with the mystery man that turned out to be Mason. Sure she had heard of the ‘superior’ at work yet with how little WeiLin actually spoke of the guy he only seemed to be a mere acquaintance. At least someone else was finding the rare entertainment she had found in the rather stoic pest. It was really the only way to get a reaction out of WeiLin that she had learned. At least any reaction that was worth calling a reaction. That reasoning though made her sound more like she actually cared that he showed more than that ‘stay away from me’ scowl. It was just way too much fun to piss him off so passing any opportunity to do so seemed criminal.

At the mentioning of manners she simply shrugged with a ‘watcha gonna do?’ pucker of the lips. With a swearing on her grandmother’s grave everyone knew Atim and herself had tried. He was just too fruity for his own good. It’d gotten better but a hopeless cause would always and forever be a failure. Any possible way of conforming him had been thrown out the window and was simply left up to chance. Seriously….they had kicked him out the door with a wave of luck and he had to learn most things the hard way. Was that considered abandoning? HA! Her inner diva simply said it was a way of saving time on her part for more important things like Gina time, Gina shopping sprees, and Gina lounging in her secret garden….that wasn’t so secret anymore. That little pink devil would soon be caught and sent through the ringer if she had anything to say about it. Her fancy laces were expensive and she had yet to figure out who she was billing for the damages. The owner of the Cheshire Cat was way overdue with up to one hundred bucks of pay back she really wanted to take out of their hide….and she’d get it.

An odd pause came up between WeiLin’s rebuttals to Mason’s accusation. Gina quietly stifled a laugh with a small puff of air from her noise, a hand coming up as if shielding a sneeze. She even added a quiet ‘heavens bless me’ quietly to herself, clearing her throat lightly. Talked too much? Coming from a man that tried to be the strong silent type. What could Mason possibly know that she didn’t? Tilting up her eye sight to Mason when he addressed her she answered with a ‘pish’ noise, waving a ‘shooing’ motion in WeiLin’s direction to say his idea was absurd. Who could say being overly friendly with someone you know only from church could possibly be talking too much? She still wanted to know what Mason could know that her old roomie wouldn’t want anyone to hear of. She thought she knew everything yet…slowly she was starting to doubt her ease dropping prowess. Had she missed something or had Atim been holding out on her. Inside she huffed to herself. The devil of her conscience told her to go for it while the always out voted angel begged for her to use reasoning.

‘surely he has his reasons. Have mercy!’she begged, huddled on the right.

‘Screw mercy with a ten foot pole. Guuuurllll this is fair game!’ countered the devil that usually received Gina’s winning vote. Why did she even keep that angel in her head? It was just taking up way too much space she could be using for other things.

The next question took her a minute to answer, her mind wondering from the tangent she had going on. She pulled off the excuse that she couldn’t hear him over the guy having a hay day with the jack hammer, asking for a repeat.

“Oh~!” she chirped once she managed to understand everything. “Well I wouldn’t want to intrude…or get anyone in trouble…”



:iconzetazoruaplz: <---- now Imma being silly XP
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Emshrapnel's avatar
I am at a loss for words for what to say, other than :iconglompplz:! Plus, when I first saw her I thought she was a model, which was perfect because I have a character in another group that secretly loves models and their clothes because he's super effeminate looking, so maybe he could pull those looks off.