Post by Luna Sallow on Jul 24, 2023 14:27:28 GMT
Astra Lilith Sallow
NAME Astra Lilith | AGE Twenty Three |
OCCUPATION Civilian | HOMETOWN Hulbury |
SEXUALITY Pansexual | PLAYED BY Nix |
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: • Determined • Good Problem Solver • Agile, mentally and physically • Creative • Outgoing | NEGATIVE TRAITS: • Loose Cannon/Explosive Temper • Short Fuse • Obbsessive Focus • Intense Self Loathing/Internal Conflict • Judgemental |
LIKES • Exploring • Traveling via pokemon • Free Expression • Meeting New people • Drawing/Painting/Wood Carving/Wood Burning | DISLIKES: • • Judgemental people (funny, huh) • Slow Walkers • Ground Type Pokemon • Enclosed Spaces |
POKEMON
Species - (H) Oshawott
Randomsie everything else
Species - (H) Oshawott
Randomsie everything else
APPEARANCE
Astra is a rather short woman at around 5'4, well thats what she will claim when she is in her boots and hair tied up but she's closer to 5'3 really. She has a petite build, small muscles over her legs and arms which allude to traveling a lot but not a lot of exercise and bright blue eyes which seem to always be looking around for the next person to meet, pokemon to find or thing to do. She is most commonly found in either her "work" attire as she puts it which is a short pleated skirt, long black boots and dark navy socks with a white shirt and her hair tied up in either long plait, pigtails or a ponytail depending on her choice for the day.
Her other options in her free time vary from a pale white dress and long stocking to match, normally with her hair down and gloves, or something very different when she is "off the books". This look has her hair down naturally, no hours of styling going in it to give it waves but instead a slick straightness like spikes to it, a small dark beanie hat and a combination of black gloves, a jacket, simple cropped top, black combats and matching combat boots and normally a scowl to match.
Her other options in her free time vary from a pale white dress and long stocking to match, normally with her hair down and gloves, or something very different when she is "off the books". This look has her hair down naturally, no hours of styling going in it to give it waves but instead a slick straightness like spikes to it, a small dark beanie hat and a combination of black gloves, a jacket, simple cropped top, black combats and matching combat boots and normally a scowl to match.
HISTORY
Astra had a normal childhood, for the most part. She always knew she was adopted as her mother was a very sickly woman even from when she was small so she was used to helping her and looking after her along with the womans series of pokemon whenever Astra had school, while her father was a well known man within their town and spent a lot of time traveling here and there with his own pokemon for whatever reasons. Truth be told, Astra remembers very little of her life become her family moved to Shula when she was about 8 years old for a "new job" for her father.
It was around this time that talks of her first pokemon began and Astra would begin to meet after school at a local club with some of the other children close to her age to be taught about pokemon, learn about their place in the world and how trainers and pokemon should be. She came to love these after school lessons and quickly stepped up through the ranks of the other students from "gem stone" to "crystalier" within only a year, something unheard of but with her parents both attending the groups weekly meetings, it wasnt a large shock.
Soon Astra was coming to her 15th birthday, she was going to have to make a choice and head out there to do the world right. To handle all these people with nasty views about how to treat pokemon, about what they were to the world and she was going to help fix it like her mama did when she was younger and less ill and her papa did when he travelled. She got all dressed up in her finest clothes for the day she would be given her pokemon, stood in line with the other 3 children who were of age and had passed their tests, and then, pokeball just touching her hands, she passed out.
When she awoke, her life was gone. Astra had it explained to her by her mother that she was firstly, no longer welcome at home. Secondly, she was no longer welcome in the Diamond Club, she was to turn in all the items she had gathered and badges they had given her and she was not getting a pokemon. When she asked why, her mother turned and screamed at her for the first time in her life. She called her a horror, a half breed, scum, something to be done away with and told the girl she was only being allowed to flee because her father had said he would do the necessary to give her the smallest amount of time.
Then it al made sense, Astra ran to her room and looked over herself and she sobbed. Her beautiful dark hair had turned pale blue, her eyes were now a bright blue and gone where the dark brown orbs she knew. She was an abomination, she was everything she had been taught to hate, to remove from the world, that was wrong with how pokemon and people were. She didn't need telling twice, gathering her bedsheet and throwing in the bare items her hands could grab, she fled her family home and she knew now why her birth mother didnt want her, why no one would ever want her. She was one of them.
Not knowing what it had been that triggered all this in her, and knowing the pain of it had been so much she had passed out, Astra became terrified of what she was. She tried to hide at first, making her way to Polade to try and use its size to keep safe but she was a child, she didnt know how to look after herself. She was soon hungry, cold, dirty and she had no where to turn. She knew of course of sympathisers of these things, she knew where they were and how they were being tracked and how she should hate them and hunt them down, but now, she needed help.
As her birthday arrived, Astra travelled to the pokemon lab, to the woman who was researching the animals and she waited on her door step to beg for help. Of course, not telling her about her family or her life before, besides that she no longer than any, she was welcome by the woman and given a bed for the night and told there was even a collection of those creatures here being raised and looked after. A few days watching the other children trying to play with pokemon, caring for them by grooming them, even trying to use powers in small ways beside them, something clicked in her mind.
She wasnt a horror. She was Astra, she liked painting pictures of the weather and she liked carving wood in to funny shapes, she liked to travel on the backs of pokemon she was close to and to make people feel better when they were sad or upset. She hadn't changed, because of whatever she was, she wasn't a bad person, or thing. Her eyes were opened and the weight of the world fell from her shoulders, she didnt have to be anything the world told her she was, she could be herself.
Very quickly, she grew close and attached to the children she was with and it became clear that she could not stay where she was. Her insides still rolled when they touched her, she looked away when they spoke to her and yet she knew they were loving and sweet, they were children like any others. With the professors help, she was placed in a childrens home in seabreeze where she was able to pass as merely another teenager in a stage of hair dying and quick rages and she tried to have a life. In fact, she tried to find out about her own.
She dug in to what she knew of her birth mother, the little that it was being her home town and where she was left, and slowly she began to find out small things, even a surname which was hers by rights and so she went from being "Astra De'Lirio" to her true self. It was at this point she began to borrow pokemon from Kari, using them to travel here and there to fin find out more clues about her conception and then returning the loaned pokemon when she was home. Within 2 years, she had it worked out. Her birth mother had been part of that idiot group, making creatures like her thinking they could be controlled, but she had indeed been a friend to her father and so she believed what he did. When she gave birth to a child who had the slimmest of chances of being one of those things, she was left. For dead? To be found by the diamonds? Astra doesnt know anything beyond what happened.
Her biological father? She doesnt know, though she has some ideas but shes been fighting with her insides for years now. She put her mind to use, quickly finding she didnt tire as much as she used to and travelling became easier. With training, and effort, she found speaking to pokemon was easier for her as was finding them and there were always people who wanted pokemon found. She began to make a name for herself, renting a small apartment with her earnings from finding pokemon that were lost, wanted or merely needed to be collected and now she is older, its become an outright business. At 20, her business gaining enough of a name to get back to the woman who once had been so kind to her, the professor told her that she would no longer offer her any aid if she kept to this grey path and Astra figured she was right. She tried to keep at it on her own for a while, but soon was too lonely and she had always been denied the simplest of things like getting an adventure or sitting in a pokemon center or the like.
She decided to get that starter pokemon, and with her connections to some who had seen her work and some who owed her favours, a breeding from a pokemon all but impossible to get was done and Astra was drained of everything beside a backpack of supplies but she had her starter ordered. Her final job? Go to the professor one last time to get the little pokemon and begin her life properly, entirely, on her own as what she was and who she would be.
It was around this time that talks of her first pokemon began and Astra would begin to meet after school at a local club with some of the other children close to her age to be taught about pokemon, learn about their place in the world and how trainers and pokemon should be. She came to love these after school lessons and quickly stepped up through the ranks of the other students from "gem stone" to "crystalier" within only a year, something unheard of but with her parents both attending the groups weekly meetings, it wasnt a large shock.
Soon Astra was coming to her 15th birthday, she was going to have to make a choice and head out there to do the world right. To handle all these people with nasty views about how to treat pokemon, about what they were to the world and she was going to help fix it like her mama did when she was younger and less ill and her papa did when he travelled. She got all dressed up in her finest clothes for the day she would be given her pokemon, stood in line with the other 3 children who were of age and had passed their tests, and then, pokeball just touching her hands, she passed out.
When she awoke, her life was gone. Astra had it explained to her by her mother that she was firstly, no longer welcome at home. Secondly, she was no longer welcome in the Diamond Club, she was to turn in all the items she had gathered and badges they had given her and she was not getting a pokemon. When she asked why, her mother turned and screamed at her for the first time in her life. She called her a horror, a half breed, scum, something to be done away with and told the girl she was only being allowed to flee because her father had said he would do the necessary to give her the smallest amount of time.
Then it al made sense, Astra ran to her room and looked over herself and she sobbed. Her beautiful dark hair had turned pale blue, her eyes were now a bright blue and gone where the dark brown orbs she knew. She was an abomination, she was everything she had been taught to hate, to remove from the world, that was wrong with how pokemon and people were. She didn't need telling twice, gathering her bedsheet and throwing in the bare items her hands could grab, she fled her family home and she knew now why her birth mother didnt want her, why no one would ever want her. She was one of them.
Not knowing what it had been that triggered all this in her, and knowing the pain of it had been so much she had passed out, Astra became terrified of what she was. She tried to hide at first, making her way to Polade to try and use its size to keep safe but she was a child, she didnt know how to look after herself. She was soon hungry, cold, dirty and she had no where to turn. She knew of course of sympathisers of these things, she knew where they were and how they were being tracked and how she should hate them and hunt them down, but now, she needed help.
As her birthday arrived, Astra travelled to the pokemon lab, to the woman who was researching the animals and she waited on her door step to beg for help. Of course, not telling her about her family or her life before, besides that she no longer than any, she was welcome by the woman and given a bed for the night and told there was even a collection of those creatures here being raised and looked after. A few days watching the other children trying to play with pokemon, caring for them by grooming them, even trying to use powers in small ways beside them, something clicked in her mind.
She wasnt a horror. She was Astra, she liked painting pictures of the weather and she liked carving wood in to funny shapes, she liked to travel on the backs of pokemon she was close to and to make people feel better when they were sad or upset. She hadn't changed, because of whatever she was, she wasn't a bad person, or thing. Her eyes were opened and the weight of the world fell from her shoulders, she didnt have to be anything the world told her she was, she could be herself.
Very quickly, she grew close and attached to the children she was with and it became clear that she could not stay where she was. Her insides still rolled when they touched her, she looked away when they spoke to her and yet she knew they were loving and sweet, they were children like any others. With the professors help, she was placed in a childrens home in seabreeze where she was able to pass as merely another teenager in a stage of hair dying and quick rages and she tried to have a life. In fact, she tried to find out about her own.
She dug in to what she knew of her birth mother, the little that it was being her home town and where she was left, and slowly she began to find out small things, even a surname which was hers by rights and so she went from being "Astra De'Lirio" to her true self. It was at this point she began to borrow pokemon from Kari, using them to travel here and there to fin find out more clues about her conception and then returning the loaned pokemon when she was home. Within 2 years, she had it worked out. Her birth mother had been part of that idiot group, making creatures like her thinking they could be controlled, but she had indeed been a friend to her father and so she believed what he did. When she gave birth to a child who had the slimmest of chances of being one of those things, she was left. For dead? To be found by the diamonds? Astra doesnt know anything beyond what happened.
Her biological father? She doesnt know, though she has some ideas but shes been fighting with her insides for years now. She put her mind to use, quickly finding she didnt tire as much as she used to and travelling became easier. With training, and effort, she found speaking to pokemon was easier for her as was finding them and there were always people who wanted pokemon found. She began to make a name for herself, renting a small apartment with her earnings from finding pokemon that were lost, wanted or merely needed to be collected and now she is older, its become an outright business. At 20, her business gaining enough of a name to get back to the woman who once had been so kind to her, the professor told her that she would no longer offer her any aid if she kept to this grey path and Astra figured she was right. She tried to keep at it on her own for a while, but soon was too lonely and she had always been denied the simplest of things like getting an adventure or sitting in a pokemon center or the like.
She decided to get that starter pokemon, and with her connections to some who had seen her work and some who owed her favours, a breeding from a pokemon all but impossible to get was done and Astra was drained of everything beside a backpack of supplies but she had her starter ordered. Her final job? Go to the professor one last time to get the little pokemon and begin her life properly, entirely, on her own as what she was and who she would be.
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