Kian Their || Altaria Pokemorph {Finished!}

[Larky]

Name-

Kian Their

{{Kee-ahn Th-ay-ar}}

Gender-

Female

{{I'm pretty sure, anyway.}}

Age-

17

{{What happened to 'never ask a lady her age'? .. HEY! DON'T TELL THEM!}}

DOB-

December 29th, 1993

{{A Tuesday, I believe, at 5:34 A.M.}}

Species-

Altaria Pokemorph

{{I'll get back to you on a percentage.}}

Appearance

A lovely thing to have graced the earth, she is. Long, silky blue hair that is normally floating gently along behind her, two long ribbony extensions of silver flowing out of the top of her head. Her heart-shaped face could not be duplicated even by the most complicated of cloning machinery- sleek blue as soft as a baby bird's down. Her cheeks are soft and white, not rosy at all, but white- and she has a small white beak, almost like a mouth, in place of her nose and mouth. However, beauty comes with a price. Every so often, about once or twice a month, occassionally more than this, she'll break out in acne- white acne, and every so often there'll be some pink in there. Brrr.

It isn't easy to describe Kian's wardrobe as there are so many things included within it. Being thin, almost twiggish, and flat chested- she can wear just about anything. {A few times she has been in an anorexic state... She obviously doesn't eat alot.} Normally you'll see Kian wearing a tight-fitting tank top with sleeves that cover her shoulders, usually in a generally bright or neon color. As a shirt, she wears these all year, as in the winter she has her ways of staying warm- which will be described later on. However, if the need be, she will wear a white thin-fleece jacket with yellowy-cream fur trims.

The pants she wears are commonly long and bell-bottoms. It isn't rare to see her wear skirts or maybe even a dress if she is in the mood, however; although has never been known to wear anything that reveals her legs. To tell you the absolute truth, Kian has developed rougher and less polished skin on her legs. More worn-and-torn as some might say, she likes to keep them hidden- especially where they become scaly and birdish near her shins and ankles.

Shoes range from running shoes to hiking boots to sandals and flip-flops- she likes them all. Her tiny "fairy-feet", as many people call them, are just downright adorable- if you're in to feet, that is. Her toenails are very slightly like a bird's talons, however it can be hard to tell at times. Kian's feet are just so small, like her pokemon side's feet- although she can still walk and run as easily as she could with perfectly normal feet, there is no doubt about that.

Before we move on, there is something rather important about Kian. She ADORES hats. Baseball caps, birraes, sun hats, laurel wreaths, beanies, the crazy little rainbow heliocopter cap things- she is seldom seen without a hat. Some say this crazy bird collects hats, and that could very well be true. Of course, it could also just be some anxiety she has if she down't have something on her head- as, if there isn't a hat, there's a headband or two or more hairpins on Kian's cranium.

Finally, the interesting stuff. More of her pokemon pieces- snippits of Altaria gene that somehow made her the beauty- and horror- she is to this very day. Of course, let's start with something you may be familiar with. Her tail- her wonderous, beloved tail. Oh, Kian fusses over it like you would never imagine. She makes sure the peacock-like plumes that curl up against her back are all preened and brushed, clear of debris. She has limited control over them, however can raise and lower them a bit like a peacock can.

Last, but not least, her wings. Large and fluffy- yet incredibly time consuming when it comes to keeping them shiny and white- her wings are much like an angels, only muscular and fluffier. They molt a cottony substance every season which her mother used to spin into wool- in fact that is what the inside of her jacket is covered in. For the most part, Kian keeps these folded against her back- although when she's showing off there's no hiding them.

That's about all Kian Their has to offer in terms of appearances. However, when it comes to personality, people tend to avoid the beautiful and sometimes acne-ridden face of Kian, the Altaria pokemorph.

Personality

Such a sweet, gorgeous face must have a sweet, gorgeous personality, right? .... Right? WRONG. How bizarre it is to see this pretty young adult walking down the road, you say hello, a conversation begins, and then... Your face is ripped off. By words, of course, but your very soul tends to be sucked out and devoured by a nightmarish beast at how sudden these mood swings occur... One small touch on a subject and the atomic bomb goes off. Fwoosh! Kablamo! You are haring down the street like a jackrabbit being chased by a whole pack of starving coyotes. Some people are, anyway. Others are too scared to run sometimes, and other others are just.. Let's not go into an endless loop, shall we?

Now, Kian's mood swings can be life threatening. She also does not take well to insults. Honestly, this Altaria can be very sweet... Kind, considerate, emotional- she has all those bippity boppity bang personality traits we mortals have got- well, she's a mortal too, so, yay, we all have something in common. Moving on. Despite this, she was raised as a rather spoiled child. Spoiled children are usually not very pleasant. This is not a spoiled child. Therefore, she is REALLY not very pleasant. Seriously. Climb a pole. Hitchhike. Do SOMETHING if you have insulted her appearance or actions. Because, again, she will maul your face right off. How fun!

Kian is a little fashionista, she is. This little bird {though she stands five foot ten and isn't very little} adores clothing. Might explain her obsession with hats and headgear. Unfortuanetly, she cannot own a habardashary nor does she have any desire to open some kind of beauty parlor. That junk is not up her alley, as appearance-obsessed as she may be. She spends a half hour at a minimum- you heard me, a MINIMUM- getting herself ready in the morning. Of course its a bit hard to do when you're travelling, so, that time has been cut- thank the gods- down to as little as five minutes. Oh you lucky restless pokemon.

However! That is not all. Kian is a little busibody that demonic little sucker is. She works and works and works out and hardly ever eats (although someone usually ends up force feeding her, although I'm telling you now it is NOT me. Normally her mother or pokemon who don't want her to die of emaciating herself.) She loves to run and hike and swim and juggle and- wait, juggle? Yes. She's multi-talented; although juggling is really the only "talent" she has. SHe can ride a bike and all that stuff, although she really does love to juggle in some of her spare time.

In the rest of her spare time, she sings! Yes, she inherited that melodious singing voice from her pokemon heritage. The beautiful, dreamy singing voice of hers, however, is not anything like her speaking tone. Her speaking tone is rather smooth and quiet, you know... Though her screeching and fuming send-you-haring-toward-the-next-bus-to-Andromeda voice is very high-pitched and grating. It enhances that I-want-to-strangle-you feeling, you know?

On a final note, Kian is pretty impatient. Not only with other people, but with pokemon as well. She tends to think things can be done on command, however, they cannot... And she can sometimes appear a little stupid. Sometimes she can't tell her pokemon has a status condition and squawks her heart out at it telling it to move, or wake up, or something. Her intelligence is shoved away by her overpowering stubborn-ness and impatience, which can grate on your nerves quite a bit.

History

Kian was born to a mansion. She was to inherit the whole thing, as well as the pokemon who lived in it, when her wealthy mother and father were both dead and gone. At first she had no desire for the money or the power, just the pokemon. However, after being spoiled for years and then forced to go to public school changed her perspective on things. Kian was not the nicest child.

She was rude. She made fun of others. She back sassed the teachers. She gave you a piece of her mind. That's right, even though she did have a gift for intelligence, she hated going to school and there isn't a nicer, blunter way to say it. Kian disliked her parents for sending her to that wretched, dirty place and could never forgive them for it. How unfortuanet- she had been so promising.

So what did Kian do? The little birdie flew away on angel wings sporting a halo held up by demon horns and a barbed tail as well as a demonic mask underneath all that beautifulness and hapiness and HATE. An angel so very full of HATE and DEATH. Hardly an angel at all. But she looks like one, doesn't she?

As much as poor little ten-year-old Kian hated it, she lived her life out on the muggy streets of one of the busiest cities in the world. Sorry, don't have a name for you, she knocked one of my teeth out when I asked her for that. See? Anyway, she became a theiving little rascal who used her charm to get whatever she wanted out of people. Like the government, who uses nice things to get people to buy stuff so they can tax the living daylights out of their poor unfortuanet souls.

So, in a way, she spoiled herself. Never got arrested, surprisingly, though she was wanted by the police..... The scouts that found her never came back. Dead bodies were found in dumpsters across the area. No one ever found out what happened to them..... Maybe Kian sucked out their souls.

.... Nah. They probably got hit by cars when they ran across the street to catch this little canary, and then she was kind enough to put the bodies in a dumpster so they wouldn't get squashed internal organs and soul juice all over the road. So, four years of her life were lived out in this city. Then, she was found and taken in by a nanny who transported her kindly (very unkindly, according to Kian), to an orphanage in Tsuya City.

She loved it in Tsuya City and always snuck out past curfew at night to enjoy the lights. Jeez, did they not expect her to jump out the window and fly around past nine o' clock? Seriously! One lock isn't going to keep a girl in when she has some bobby pins. However, although many, many parents rejected the snipey "little" girl that was Kian, she did leave the orphanage after a nice, long three years.

That's right, she left Tsuya City. Unhappily, of course, on her own accord. The orphanage nanny told her that, in a year's time on her birthday, she'd have to leave. Well, cause she'd be an adult. What a way to have your mood crushed on your seventeenth birthday. Well, she left a week later, via her window. They still hadn't smartened up and put more security on it. Figuring having herself as her own bodyguard wasn't enough, she went to the library (ee gads!) and found a map. Seeing that Insei Town was really the only place with a lab, she was forced to go to 'that unimpressive little booger of a landmark', as she
called it, to go and receive her first pokemon. Yay, confetti.

Battle Stats

Type-
Level- 5
Item- (none)
Experiance Points- 0/5
Abilities-
Natural Cure
~When Kian removes herself from battle, she is cured of all status conditions~
Attacks-
Astonish|Peck|Pluck|Sing|Growl
HP- 20/20

Roleplay Example-
Robin's Flight dashed through the tunnels, amber eyes ablaze with panic. Debris that was washing around her paws turned her white and ginger pelt partially brown as she half sloshed, half leaped through the rising waters. There has to be a way out! This has to be the right way! I've got to live! She gulped back a screech of panic when a loud rumble followed by a splash sounded behind her. She didn't dare look back. The feline knew that the roof of the tunnels behind her was collapsing. There was no turning back.

She strained her senses, desperate for the scent of the moorlands, the sweet heather and open air. She was beginning to believe she would never see it, and her hopes were lost when the tunnels split into a three way crossroad. Murky water splashed at her forelegs. Robin's Flight would be swimming soon, no doubt, and then the torrent would wash her away. She was going to drown.

Then she felt a pelt brush hers. Warmth flooded through her freezing limbs. This way, a voice breathed in her ear. Inhaling deeply, she caught a scent. A familiar scent. She followed it, eager to see who it was. The translucent form of a cat that looked a lot like her was splashing toward the tunnel on the left.

"Who are you?" She asked, gasping from the effort of catching up to the ghostly cat that was now leading her through the network of tunnels. It didn't reply, although she swore it smiled faintly. Happiness fading, she followed the shape through the darkness, the only thing she could see... Possibly because it was glowing faintly.

The ghostly cat whispered encouragment and directions in the she-cat's ear, pelt always brushing hers or leading only a tail-length ahead. It was surprisingly warm, for a ghost that lived in such a cold place.

Suddenly light appeared up ahead. By now the water had become shallower, though it was pounding down through the opening only a few fox lengths away. The ghost cat stopped abruptly.

"Why have you stopped? Can't you come with me?" Robin's Flight inquired, confused. I am sorry. It is not my time to leave the tunnels. Although, you deserve to know my name. You are my half-sister, Robin's Flight, and I am Fallen Leaves. Please, remember me.... He answered softly. The his form faded away.

The she-cat, bewildered, dragged herself out of the tunnel, made it a few tail-lengths into the moor, and then collapsed in the rain, wearier than she had ever been before. "Thank you Fallen Leaves. You saved my life," She murmured before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Secret Words- [whisper=admin]Absol uses Black Hole[/whisper]

[Prof. Nicole]