Post by havoc on Feb 12, 2009 13:04:46 GMT -5
My Parents call me..
Suzuna. Suzuna Kazu. I have no idea why they called me so, but there you go. And don’t call me by that name, please! It doesn’t suit me, in my opinion. It isn’t ice related at all! I mean, the surname means wind. That… that is not comprehensible. How could I be called ‘Wind?!’
My Friends call me…
Candice, probably through the ice in the last syllable- I suppose it does reflect my nature~
I'm not an it! I'm a…
Girl. I’d hope it was obvious if you saw me, but if you need confirmation, yes, I am a girl. Definitely 100% girl. But not too girly, I hope…
I am a...
Gym leader extraordinaire! I specify in ice-types, but as you probably know, there aren’t too many of those, so I use some others too…though ice-types are my favourite!
I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm…
Eighteen! Finally! And getting older by the day! Probably when I’m like, 25 or something I’ll regret being happy about getting older, but right now it’s still that childhood thrill of being yet one more year older! Hmm…age. Now that I’m 18, there’s all this legal stuff I have to look out for, like tax and so on, but really, that is so not fun! I leave all that off ‘till the last minute, and then rush it all…
Do you think I need a diet?
Oh, I sure hope not! I move about too much for that, I think…
My hair is pretty long and black, and I always tie up my hair in two bob pigtails out of my face, because I think it suits me and they remind me of snowballs. And of course for practical reasons too! I use a small clip to try and control my fringe, but it always falls out and covers my left eye. When in a snowball fight, it can get pretty annoying, because it will distract me and then I’ll be hit! But that’s not what I’m meant to be talking about…
I love blue. And white. I wear those two colours all the time. Oh, and my little brown skirt. Like the mountains where the snow never melts… I’m not cold, even though some might think my clothing is insufficient for my battle conditions, and preferred landscape, but I often think I have ice water flowing in my veins instead of blood-I’m never cold. But not cold-hearted. That burns freely with love towards every trainer who treats their pokemon well. But that’s not part of my image…
Oh, and one more thing. The blue ribbon I wear…well, I promised myself I would give it to the trainer that I like the most!
My emotional disposition?
I kinda think of myself as cute, but that’s a biased view, I suppose.
I’m really immature, taking any available chance for a laugh, and over exaggerating things. I rather take things 3 skips at a time, and can never make up my mind about trivial things, though when it comes to what’s important, I often make the right decision. But organisation? What organisation?
I love having fun. That’s why I made the course of the gym so fun! It’s all about playing with the snow, and if you’re clever enough, you can reach me and then battle for the icicle badge! And I won’t give it up without a good fight! Oh, but the battle has to be fun as well. If it’s not fun, then it’s immediately categorised as boring, and then I could refuse to give you the badge!
Kidding. If you beat me, you’ll get the badge, alright.
I’m often overenthusiastic, and can take things too seriously. I’m pretty gullible too… but I won’t bore you with those boring tales!
Boys? Nah! Their snowballs are too hard, and they play rough. That’s no fun. Though there is one...
A certain High Voltage Gym Leader...
Things that are groovy:
Snow!
Icicles!
Fun!
And my dear companions, who I care for dearly.
The colours blue and white
Battling trainers is good, but I don’t usually approach people; it’s them who approach me… I’m too self-aware to go up to someone and just off-handily ask for a battle!
Things that aren't so groovy:
Those who cheat and use nasty tricks in battles!
Ghost pokemon-they’re just mean!
Boring days when nothing ever happens
Those ignorant trainers who care nought for the wellbeing of their pokemon, who wouldn’t even bat an eyelid if they got hurt, or worse still, died… those who only see them as tools.
But…I'm afraid!
I’m afraid I’ll trip up and fall in the snow! Or worse, uncovered ground! ...on a more serious note, I’m also afraid of letting down those who are closest to me, and disappointing my pokemon, and of being seen as a weak trainer.
I like to...
Just in case you haven’t realised, I love the snow, and ice pokemon. And I most enjoy doing my best to have fun all the time! Live life for the thrills, not to extend it, I say!
Battling other trainers for fun is, well, fun! Not too serious, unless it’s for a badge, but the battle itself I usually enjoy. I get to show off my dear Pokémon’s moves, and they themselves get a chance to practice their abilities. Battling wild pokemon is alright, but I find it slightly mean- they’re usually at a disadvantage, not having a trainer who can hone their skills for them and help them develop and build their strengths and overcome their weaknesses. Not all of them are like that, of course, there are some pretty tough pokemon out there, but still, I think it slightly mean to battle them.
Travelling the region is fun. I never sit in my gym, as that’s boring. Exploring far-off places is something of a hobby of mine, and I’m always listening out for news of some interesting phenomenon I can go and examine.
My reason?
For being a gym leader? Well, it’s fun! And I was left with it after all… but also for my dear friends and companions in life!
Mandatory Angst:
Angst? Why? I don’t go in for angst! But I can tell you a little bit about me, if you wish…
I was born in Snowpoint, and lived most of my life here. My papa began training me to become the next gym leader when I was six, when I got my first pokemon, my faithful Delibird which grew up with me through the years, getting stronger by the day. I always liked the cold elements, but in my opinion, having an ice pokemon solidified my fate as an ice-pokemon trainer.
My family life was pretty happy, and very boring to onlookers. There weren’t any major crises in my life (though when you are 7, losing a pokedoll seems like a major crisis) and no terrible tragedies occurred, so my family life is horribly unimpressive. There was no ‘running away from home because they don’t understand me’, or ‘rebelling because your views and opinions and wishes are being suppressed’ nor even an argument over dress code, though there were a few raised eyebrows at the snow skirt.
So as you can probably tell, my life wasn’t spectacularly filled with angst. And the reason why I was left the gym was because my father thought the responsibility would do me some good, not because he died. So I took over it at the age of, and you won’t believe this, 16. During the last two years as I was gaining experience, I gave away many a badge to some undeserving trainers, let me tell you! But that only motivated me even more to train harder and gain more experience!
Oh, and don’t worry about my mom. She’s fine. The only reason I hadn’t mentioned her ‘till now is because there’s nothing to say. She works in the Kanto safari zone as a keeper, and takes care of the wild pokemon there. A rather fun yet tiring job, that takes up all her time. She visits home once a month or so, when she can. We often miss each other, as I’m often out of the house when she visits, but we keep in touch, so it’s fine.
Oh and by the way...
In case you’re really slow on the uptake, I like snow and ice.
I don’t tell people this, but I’m also addicted to Sudoku and chess… go figure.
I'm just a proxy for… Havoc!
Here's some of their writing!
Candice smiled as she boarded the ship that would take her to Kanto, to the seaport in Vermilion City. She hadn’t been out of her gym in a week and had gotten fed up of just sitting around, and had decided to go check out what was new in Kanto. Last time she’d been there, she’d gone for some major supply shopping in Saffron. But that wasn’t her target now. Now, right now, she wanted to explore the region a bit more than it’s department store, and to find some new friends and pokemon.
“We shall be arriving in Kanto in two days time!” the announcement rang out as she walked across the hall-type space within the ship. “We hope you shall enjoy your stay with us!”
Two days?! She didn’t remember it being that long last time… was it really a two-day journey from Snowpoint to Vermilion? Well, there was nothing to do but find herself a way of entertainment!
First stop- her room. She didn’t feel like trudging around the ship with her pack still on her back, so she made her way through the interior of the ship to her cabin, room 308 down at water-level, and upon entering, threw in her pack onto the bed and shut the door behind her, locking it with the cardkey. She’d paid an adult fare, which had startled her slightly, but that gave her the privilege of having a cardkey instead of the usual small silver key she had gotten before.
Next she made her way onto deck to see the ship cast off . That, though, only lasted five minutes and then they were out at sea, and would stay so for the next two days. She looked longingly back at the oh-so-much-more entertaining shore, then made her way back inside, as it had begun to rain. She had nothing particularly against rain, but being soaked through wasn’t a pleasing prospect by anyone’s standards, so she sought shelter within the lounge.
…
Three hours later, and it was obvious that the ship was in trouble. They were sailing through stormy seas with the rain lashing horizontally at the starboard side of the ship, with twenty foot waves rocking the vessel from side to side alarmingly. They were at a disadvantage, because they were travelling along the waves, not with or against them, which meant that the waves washed over the side of the ship and over the deck. The captain had just announced that because of the terrible conditions, their arrival was now delayed by at least three hours. They had cut the speed down to 3knots, and were snailing their way through the seas. The sea-hardened sailors were up on deck bailing water, securing vital equipment and generally trying to ease the battering the cousinship was receiving. The rest of the crew was in the lobby, trying to reassure the worried passengers, and carrying out various bits of superstitious nonsense to placate whatever ancient sea pokemon they had angered, so it would calm the seas and let them port safely.
Candice sat by one of the large double-glazed weatherproof windows and watched the upheaved sea crash into it again and again. Every time the wave hit, it was like being in a submarine, submerged under the water with a clear view beneath the surface of the sea, until the wave passed on, the ship righted itself and the world above came into view again.
A group of sailors stood huddled together, muttering quietly, and pointing out onto the deck, which was half flooded with water. They seemed to be discussing something.
She grinned. At least this journey wasn’t boring! It might be monotonous, but it wasn’t boring. But having been sitting by that same window since the start of the storm almost three hours ago, she felt it was about time she got up to stretch her legs. She glanced quickly at the huddled soldiers, and began to walk off. Making her way uncertainly across the rocking lounge, she exited the ornately furnished room and went out onto deck. Immediately she was assaulted by a torrent of water, which threw her off her feet and into the safety banister that surrounded the outer edge of the deck. Grabbing hold of that, and catching her breath, she pulled herself closer to the wall, and pulled one of the safety lines off the hook there. Tying it securely round her waist, she manoeuvred her way across the slowly flooding deck to the group of sailors crouched around some sort of hatch.
“Good evening! Need a hand?” she shouted through the storm at them. One of the aforementioned sailors turned on her and waved her away.
“Nay, lassie! Get back below deck! There ain’t nothing you can do round here but get blown offa deck! An’ then there ain’ a prayer of findin’ ya! Off with ya, child!”
Candice shrugged at the rebuke, but refused to move. “You seem to be in trouble. I just wanted to help. Is it stuck?” she asked, pointing at the latch, just as a wave washed over them all. The safety lines prevented anyone being thrown overboard.
The sailor didn’t seem to have enough energy to try arguing with her. He simply shrugged and replied.
“Ay, it’s stuck. Not been opened fer too long, and it’s jammed. It’s to clear the water off deck.”
“How about getting a pokemon to prise it open? I bet one could force it.” She said.
“The storm’s too strong. We don’ wanna risk bringin’ one out to just let it get blown off. We’ll just keep trying it. Now off with ya, girl.”
She nodded, understanding, and pulled herself back to the hall and into the shelter of the lobby, where she stood dripping onto the expensive carpet. Now this was an interesting dilema to be pondered. The hatch had to be opened to sluice the water off the slowly flooding deck, but manpower alone can’t do that. But it’s too dangerous to let out a pokemon into that weather. But if they wouldn’t open it, the ship would flood. That was probably what the sailors were gossiping about in the lobby beforehand.
Well, something had to be done, and being a gym leader, she wasn’t going to stand around as the ship sank! Removing one of her pokeballs at her waist, she sent out her sneasel.
“Sneashy, we’ve got to help.”
She explained what was happening, while tying a rope securely around it and fastening the other end to herself, oblivious to the fact that the sneasel probably didn’t really understand what she was telling him. Grabbing hold of him, she stepped back out onto the deck, holding the pokemon in her arms, and made her way back to the sailors.
“Let me try something!” she shouted at them. The sailor she had exchanged a few words with before glanced in her direction and, sighing, cleared the space to the hatch. This was probably not going to help much, but it was worth a try.
“Sneashy, go on, ice beam.” she told her pokemon. The sneasel grudgingly obeyed, displeased at the conditions it was being asked to act in. The beam hit the hatch and immediately froze the metal.
“Now turn the hatch open!” she called to the sailors. They quickly grabbed the bolt and tugged. With a horrendous grating squeak, the bolt came out of the hatch and it flew open, disposing of hundreds of gallons of water. The sailors, shocked, turned to thank the girl who had helped out, but she had already made her way back to the lobby.
Candice grinned. So having finished high school had paid off.
…
As she made her way off the deck two days later, she smiled at the memory of the storm. It had blown itself out soon enough, and the sea had calmed. Their progress improved greatly and they were back on track soon enough, though late. A while later, an announcement came through informing them of present situation, and thanking the mysterious trainer who had helped out up on deck. Candice enjoyed the anonymity, and didn’t come forward for the small compensation prize the captain had put forth, an impressive sum of money, but instead sent the captain a note to spend half that sum on repairs, and the rest on ‘a good cause’. she wasn’t certain what that might be taken as, but she hoped the right thing would be done.
She walked off to begin exploring the almost unknown Kanto.
-back in Snowpoint-
