Robin app

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General

Pokemon: Torkoal
Nickname: Robin
Gender: Female
Birthdate: 7/19
Current Age: 25
Height: 5'8"
Orientation: Pansexual

Family:

Father: - Heatmor
Mother: - Torkoal
Siblings: - Probably a lot more than she knows..
Romantic Partner: N/A
Offspring: N/A

Pokemon Stats

Current Level: 37
Nature: Quirky
Moves:
Flame Burst - from father
Smog
Fire Spin
Rapid Spin

Battle Stats:

Attack:
Defense:
Speed:
Sp. Attack:
Sp. Defense:


Residence: Lumiose Appartment

PokeHuman Stats

Occupation: Mechanic
Town of Residence: Lumoise City
Appearance: Tanned with odd ring like markings around her neck, wrists, and ankles. She passes them off as tattoos and surprising no one asks much beyond that. She's often reffered as a human heater since she is always radiating a good amount of heat. Robin is rather curvy and muscular in build, and she feels a bit intimidated by daintier women, as she feels that she might hurt one who is.

Personals

Personality:
+Positive Traits+
Helpful - Cheery - Caring
Robin might be a little odd at first but she warms up quickly. No pun intended. She tries to get whoever she's with in their most comfortable mode when around her, she doesn't understand why someone would act differently if they were alone. A very understanding and kind turtle when accepted as a friend. A direct person who won't tense up around her might be the quickest to gain her trust, since they are more like her.
A helping hand will always be offered, and in any way she can she'll try to assist in what might be needed. If you let her, she might even just have you sit out while she finishes the job for you. A humble and honest handy-woman if there ever was one.

-Negative Traits-
Forgetful - Stubborn - Gullible
Due to Robin being such an open book she can be a bit intrusive when meeting someone new. Adding to her being too openly trustworthy, she often falls for the same things over and over. People use her for free items or labor and she doesn't quite catch it until it's already done. You think she would have learned from past experiences, but she refuses to believe that more people are ill-willed than there are good spirited. The torkoal, to add on, even forgets, or even ignores, the fact that some people are using her. Things often escape her mind and she doesn't think too much before she speaks, which she should really do sometimes. When asked to repeat something she has said, she often forgets what she had just said and feels ashamed that she cannot speak again for the person.

History:
Hatched on a warm spring evening, she was given to a young lad by his sister. The boy quickly grew attached to his new 'pet turtle' and often took Robin with her wherever he went. The young torkoal happily accompanied her energetic trainer, even when he would ride his bike back and forth through the Cyllage bike course. She didn't mind, she envied his speed and ability to stride so freely on that interesting contraption with two wheels. Robin would just simply watch from the grassy sidelines, munching on the flowers and puffing up clouds of smoke when he pulled off some tricks.

At times, when he would fall over, she would rush to his side and stay beside him, or she would even carry him back home if it was bad enough. All the scrapes and cuts didn't stop the lad from staying away from the course, and Robin continued to watch him work towards perfection on his bike. Robin was fascinated by the boys abilities, so she was never absent when he went. Other pokemon were usually there tumbling in the grass as their owners, too, zipped back and forth on the race track. Murmuring voices caused her to eaves drop into their conversation, hearing them speak of this new technology that was going around...A chance to be human?! Her envy of her trainers ability was the first thing to come into mind, but she quickly refused and subsided her own desires; trudging away from the chatting pokemon with a thick black cloud sprouting from her back in anger.

Years passed and her lad had moved his way up in ranks with his racing abilities..He was being recruited by high class men from Lumoise city, and she eventually was brought with him during his competitions. Robin's usual sideline supervision had faded from the young man's mind as he was now being treated by nurses and doctors instead of being huffed at by his pokemon...Her visitations with her trainer had become scarce and he eventually lost his interest in her and gained it in his own publicity. He didn't even notice as his adviser had shooed her out of the young man's life.

It was then that she had been tipped over the edge..and the idea of those mumbling pokemon that day at the track had popped back into her mind. In a fit of defiance, she made her way through Lumoise to find one of these Dittech devices..The human body was a lot faster, and not having to trudge around with a shell was much easier. Oh, now her envy for speed and skill such as her old trainer's could be pursued. Maybe even one day she'd race her trainer! 

Extras:
- Sunbathes often
- Loves hot drinks (coffee, tea, etc.)
-More to be added

Relationships: N/A

User Info

<sub>Time Zone: UTC/GMT-6 / CENTRAL TIME
Chat Availability:
Weekdays - Check often, School/Work until 6PM usually.
Weekends - Check often if not online all day.

Skype is the best way to talk to me, though I do rp via notes (just very very slow)
Note me for skype name

Role-Play Example:
From Rise-of-Anhur

"Just a continuing circle of stealing is it not?" she smiled and walked to him, touching over the leather book before motioning towards the door. A new found pep in her step, she spun on her toes and hummed to herself, already mimicking the sound of the music box she had just pocketed.

She froze at the sound of others and fled behind the crates with Odvar, calming her breath to be silent as it could be. She stared at her companion to see what was happening without looking at the actual situation. When his eyes widened, Iona became a bit frightened and braced herself for impact, peeking out one eye when the man called out to them. A mental scoff sounded in her mind as she listened to the group bicker and talk. Their rambling caused her to calm down and just wait for the whole thing to be over.
She placed her chin in her palm and rested the music box on her legs. This was becoming boring and she'd definitely have to spice it up..though Odvar had seemed to beat her to it, motioning her to run with him.

A large smile curved her lips and she shifted a bit, snatching a dagger from her pouch and tucking away the music box so the other's wouldn't be able to just grab it, and she wouldn't be able to drop it. She shifted on her toes and gripped the dagger's hilt, nudging her nose to Odvar that she was ready.</sub>

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ugh I'm such an awful writer I apologize..
Anyway..yep another app! Hope I get in!