Name: Cassandra Day
Nick name: (optional) Cass
Appearance: Brown-ish red-ish hair held back with a cheap plastic Casteliacone shaped hair clip. She wears an old brown coat over a rainbow striped tee-shirt, with Jeans, and old chocolate stained shoes, that were once red. During her shift she wears a Bright blue apron over her normal clothes. She is 5’6 and sometimes slouches especially when she is tired, she skin in fair except on her face where it is burnt 99% of the time. She wears a light shade of lipstick a bit of blush and a tiny bit of mascara, all bought at your local drug store.
Personality: She is determined and is always looking for a way to accomplish what she wants done. She grew up in so much silence that she talked to fill the space, so she sometimes talks loud and for a long time, she also can’t keep secrets due to talking so much. She can also be distracted by noises that intrigue her that she stops what she’s doing and forgets all about it.
History: Born and raised in Anville Town, she disliked the quiet. She looked forward to the weekend when all the trainers came and it finally livened up. But only two days was not enough for her, a traveler told her the wonders of the city, all the hustle and bustle, and noise, how she longed for noise. When she was old enough she set out on the subway and made it to Nimbasa and explored for a while, catching pokemon and seeking the city life she longed for, although it was a busy town it wasn’t enough, so she continued on finding exactly what the visitor was talking about Castelia City.
For a few days she wondered the city like a typical tourist, saw all the sights and heard all the noise, and loved it. Then she faced a problem, if she wanted to stay she would need a home, which required money, which required a job. For a day or so she tried to find a place with a low rent, while searching in vain down a dark alley she met two thugs, she was scared of them at first, but they turned out to be nice guys. They were happy to give her a place to live at a considerably low cost. It was an old garage with two rooms and a small bathroom, it was a start. What she loved best about it was a café was next door with a man playing beautiful music; she visited often and came there for her meals, due to a lack of a kitchen, she got to know the guitar player and the owner well. They helped her get a job at the Casteliacone shop. She finally had all the noise she needed.
Pokemon: (Only three or less) Vanillite: Worry some
Snorunt: Brave for its size
Occupation: Part-time Casteliacone worker.
Theme song: The Limit by Tommy and the High Pilots
Other: My Character does not eat too much!
Name: Jeffrey Cornelius
Nick name: (optional) none
Age: (12-17) 17
Appearance: He wears a traditional black and white suit, and black business shoes. He has a few cuts on his arm and a broken leg, and several bruises all hidden by an illusion created by his pokemon. His skin is a medium color not too tan not too light. He has sapphire blue eyes, and black hair. He is about 5’9 feet tall, and stands like an army soldier. He is thin and is able to slip from place to place, to sneak around so to say.
Personality: He is a bit cold and distant, used to having enemies not friends. He also doesn’t like people to know he’s hurt and even uses his Mismagius to hide his injuries. He laughs at ironic things, and says things in a convincing tone. He lacks pride, so his smallest mistakes in his mind could end the world, which a few times it would have.
History: He was the Looker’s apprentice, part of the International Police. He used his Mismagius’ illusions to disguise him rather than use costumes like his instructor. He trained hard and was sent on special missions in Unova to investigate Team Plasma. He had finally received his own assignment; he was on top of the world. That is, of course, until things became difficult and he had become involved in a hostage situation, as the hostage. To get him back they had to release one of the sages they had captured, when he was released he was in terrible condition, he could hardly stand. He wanted to continue the mission but it was deemed too dangerous for someone in his condition.
He was devastated; he felt that they weren’t letting him continue not because of his injuries but the mistake of getting captured, a shame he might never recover from. Then they gave him the final blow, he had to go on vacation, until he was better, which he knew would not be for a year or two. They sent him a ticket to Castelia, and arranged a job for him at a local café, as the owner. He now spent his days standing, more or less, behind a counter handing out free lemonade to newcomers and taking orders for coffee. And he felt lonely; until guitar player would occasionally come into his shop and play music which attracted costumers. He decided to hire him and his profits soared. Then he offered a new girl, who had come from a small town, his complementary lemonade. She started to talk and talk about how she came here and how she needed a job and kept going on and on about well, everything. He used his influence to help her with landing a job and let he have free lemonade every time she came after work. He started to feel less and less unhappy, but the guilt was still there.
Pokemon: Mismagius: his partner can make illusions so people see what he wants them to see.
Occupation: (Gym assistant, business person, maybe unemployed, etc.)
Theme song: Overdone by Ludo
Other: See other, other
Nick name: none
Personality: He is a very quiet person, and has an air of mystery around him. Nobody knows much about him, and that is just how he likes it. He can be brave and stand up to thugs often found in the city, but often gets hurt trying.
History: Andrew wouldn’t talk; he was declared a physiological mute. He wouldn’t say a word to anybody; most people thought he was rude and strange. The doctors said he had some kinda of mental trauma that wouldn’t allow him to talk. He had no way to communicate with the world, nobody ever taught him sign language, so he used his only other alternative; music. When he played on his old guitar only then could he speak, show his feelings, by singing them. He couldn’t make a sound any other way. He tried to find a job in the music business but he wasn’t trained and off the streets, people didn’t give him a second glance. He played in the streets of the great city and sometimes in a café. The owner gave him a job, and he has been playing there ever since. A girl started to come in regularly who would talk endlessly to him, and he would listen, if he wanted to make her stop, he would start playing and she would shut-up instantly
Pokemon: Audino: Knows each song by heart
Tympole: Keeps a good beat
Theme song: The Cave by Mumford and Sons
Other: see other, other, other.