Post by ➤ GRAZ ! on Jan 13, 2012 22:17:40 GMT
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| [atrb=height,50][atrb=background, i51.tinypic.com/2598o02.jpg,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style,width: 500px; padding: 20px; height: 450px; overflow: scroll;] Before the world you know was like it is, I had a lover once and I was his, We walked along the river in the sun, But he’s a lonely man, so this was done. who she is Geneva Isabella Watkins is a twenty-year old human from Aria, who has come to Solastella to follow her heart. She isn’t sure whether she wants to be a trainer or a researcher or a co-ordinator. More than anything, she wants to be herself. Unfortunately, Geneva is terminally ill, and she hasn’t yet learned this fact - slowly but surely, she;s going to die. Her birthday is the January 14th, and her life expectancy is approximately four years. The only place we had to meet was night, While the sun he sleeps in shadows we can hide, On the mountainside we spent our time together, But it is gone when morning comes. how she looks Geneva thinks that the gradual weight loss and slight changes in her hair texture are down to stress, but they’re not - her illness is already slightly perceptible. She is not yet at the point of gauntness, but she is thin and erring on the side of pale. Nothing unhealthy, but certainly not ‘average’. Her hair is a dirty blonde, and she usually keeps it down. She’s got a small build, and her height is a slightly short 165cm. She dresses quite conservatively - flowery dresses and loose silk blouses abound, and it’s not uncommon to see her in vintage clothing or sporting flowers in her hair. Like most of us, her manner of dress reflects her mood. Though she typically wears comfortable open-toe heels, don’t be surprised to see her dressed in dark colours and sensible shoes if she’s feeling upset. Her blue eyes glimmer in the sunlight, sparkling when she’s happy. When she’s sad, they turn dour, and her navy irises are hard to make out. She has a gentle smile, but is not usually excessively emotional. She walks with a chaste walk in her step. She isn’t accustomed to carrying bags around, but her nature as a trainer in Solastella make it necessary. She always carries a necklace around her - the locket in question contains a picture of her family inside. Though she’s travelling on the other side of the world, she always keeps them in her heart. And you are the wolf And I am the moon And in the endless sky we are but one We are alive In my dreams, wolf and I how she acts Geneva is a deeply doubtful person- she doubts others, she doubts society and she doubts herself. She puts a brave face on because she’s not the type to cause a fuss, but she worries - she lets her worries fester inside of her until she can’t take them anymore. If she weren’t already so desperately ill, she’d probably be a hypochondriac. Her mood is quite changeable - sometimes she has deep bouts of depression, where all she wants is to be alone, and at other times, she’s full of life. More often than not, she spurns the company of other humans, preferring to confide in pokémon. When she was younger, Geneva was an excellent pianist - she remains very gifted, but lately her illness has meant that she misses more notes than before. Though she accredits this to a lack of practice, there is no denying that there has been a decline in her motor functions. She remains a skilled violinist, and carries her violin everywhere with her - old and slightly chipped, she not only appreciates the melancholy sound it produces but the sentiment imbued in it - the violin was her grandmother’s. Deeply musical and artistic, Geneva has always had something of a creative flair. Despite this, she’s always been average when it comes to more academic studies - maths and science proved too rigid for her, though linguistics have been something of a strong suit. She is able to speak Solastellan English fluently and can speak Solastellan to an extent. How many days and nights will come and go While the only light you’ll see is from my glow There will never be a dawn that breaks the spell, surrounding us Till the earth D I E S with the sun... where she’s been Geneva was born in the city of Adenne in Aria and attended a prestigious private school - the Sociali Della Societé, though she didn’t particularly make friends with any children there. She hid from the public eye and began to play music - soon, she was ’the musician’. Most of the other girls didn’t even know her name. Geneva kept herself out of the limelight as much as she could - her birthday parties were all populated by her own stuffed animals until she outgrew tea parties. After that she just stopped celebrating her birthday altogether. She’s always been a girl of simple pleasures. Ginny’s parents, Emma and Paul had always taught her to be self-sufficient, but slowly she began to lose her drive. When Geneva turned eighteen, she had her first ‘incident’. It was her prom, and events were drawing to a close. She’d been voted surprise Prom Queen. It was a surprise because she wasn’t particularly well-known, or so she thought. In reality, she’d been quietly appreciated, and the fact that she’d been voted Prom Queen at first convinced her it was some great prank. She didn’t even have a date - why would she? She’d liked a few boys but never been brave enough to let them leave her friend zone. She cautiously moved towards the stage to receive her crown. And then she stumbled. A gasp rippled through her classmates, a few helpful students went to help her. ”I’m fine.” she’d said. ”It’s just these new heels”. The crown was placed on her head, and the room burst into applause. Geneva stepped forward, and opened her mouth to speak. The breath never came, however, and she blacked out. She woke up in hospital - she was bleeding. No-one ever told her what had happened to her, but she’d seen the shocked looks on her parents faces. This was the catalyst for her fears. The next few days, Geneva noticed everything that happened to her, from the slightest palpitation to the most minute strain. Slowly, however, she forgot. She moved on. By twenty, she was ready to go. She was half-way through her studies at the Royal School of Music, but she’d been granted one year of study leave. “Explore the world,” she’d been told. “Go out and take a look at what there is out there.” Geneva couldn’t wait. Having always been a free spirit, she wanted to go where her heart took her, and her heart wasn’t in Aria anymore. She caught the first train out of Adenne under the cover of moonlight and never turned back. She’d always been something of a repressed free spirit, but for once in her life, she took the opportunity. She was tired of living at home in case something happened. She felt tired. She wanted to be reinvigorated. how she’ll be written ”She doesn’t like water either?” thought Dante, shivering in the cold, ”I knew I wasn’t a freak!” He snuggled closer to Allegra, who started to purr happily. She looked across at Tat with her small yellow eyes, smiling. Though it was hard to tell, she was already thinking of all the games she could play with her new friend. Pranks and competitions raced through her mind, each one being discarded as a new, shinier thought crept into her mind. ”Thanks for saving me anyway,” he mumbled, his eyes avoiding hers. They twinkled strangely, Dante felt very self-conscious. His cheeks began to re-colour as the cold started to sweep away from him, but also from slight embarrassment. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw her avert her blue eyes, and he raised his own grey irises to see her more clearly. The next moment, she drew close to him, snuggling him close. A warm flush overtook him, but from the body heat. He continued to drip, being sopping wet, droplets of water tracing their way down his face. He didn’t even know her name. ”Ah. Allegra was just hatched too. Not that you could tell - she’s the opposite of shy. She’s always up to something or other.” Allegra poked Dante gently in the ribs, feigning annoyance at his words. Dante shook back slightly, and as he jerked away, water shook off him, tracing gentle arcs through the air. ”Dante! Dante, you’re dripping on me!” |
”So-sorry. I’m so cold. I need to get out of these wet clothes and into something drier.”
He looked at her again, though they held each other’s gazes for what seemed like it was far too long.
”Can’t swim?”
”More like won’t swim. Wish I could swim. I have issues around water.” he said, feeling a little ashamed of his own shortcomings. ”M-my name’s Dante, by the way” he said, barely making an audible noise. ”I..I’m from Kanto, but I’ve been in Torrenta for around a year now.”
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