Post by Smalley on Jul 9, 2009 16:40:35 GMT -5
[ Your feet caress the tile of the notorious Saffron Gym, the faint sound of your footsteps echoing off the odd orange, irregular-shaped walls. The corridors are illuminated with a warm golden glow, given off by yellow wall sconces. This place is strange... Where was your interview subject anyway? The fact that the Gym has been vacant so far is also odd. Usually these places are bustling with trainers working here, or challengers working their way up through the line of power. But you've seen...nothing. Very peculiar. Suddenly you emerge into a wide open, area-like room. Like the halls of this labrynith of a building, the floor is tiled. And spotless. ]
I suppose you're that...reporter or whatever. Heh. Let's get this over with.
[ You hear a smooth yet chilling voice, breaking the deafly silence, and your gaze pulls from your surroundings, quite reluctantly actually, and happens upon a young woman who is sitting upon a throne-like, odd-colored chair to the north of the room. She is a bit tall from where you can tell, apparently young, and menacing from the way she looks upon you. From what you've heard from various trainers, their wary sounding descriptions fit this young woman. This is Sabrina. You've heard she is dangerous and sly. Let's hope you make it out alive. A joke? Perhaps. ]
I do not claim this fabulous picture. Though Sabrina may attack that adjective. Haha. It belongs to saikopathiccow of DeviantART. All right, enough about this one picture. Let's get back to the storryy.
My Parents call me...
Feh. Parents? They were always nothing but cowards. Afraid of my power, despite the fact that my father contained similar abilities. Cowering in the corner of our small Saffron home, avoiding every aspect of me, especially my gaze. But of course, I did learn my entire name. You know, for the Pokemon League, driver's license, school... Though you may not imagine it I performed the usual activities for a person of my era, even if I did so in a different fashion. My full name is Sabrina Morgane Natsume. Pretty plain and bland if you were tp ask me. But usually, it's not the name they remember.
[ A small smirk sets upon her features, and her eyes seem to sparkle with malice. You feel the hair on your arms raise, and you stutter as you urge her to continue with the interview. ]
My Friends call me...
[ Sabrina blinks, frowning as if not understanding or liking the concept of friends. Her arms fold across her chest in a gesture of annoyance as she speaks in a blunt tone. ]
Friends? Listen here, I learned to trust no one but my Pokemon. They are the truly the only ones that understand me, the only creatures that I can communicate to a full extent with. But ha, they don't have any nicknames for me. But a couple of my comrades do. Yes, comrades. I'll get into that later. Explain the reason I'm wearing this dreadful uniform.
Anyway, I've obtained the annoying pet name of Sabby. I don't know where it comes from. But call me it and pay the consequences. The person that calls me it has some nerves, all right.
[ In a shaky voice, you tell her that you have no plans of doing so. She laughs in a harsh, cold tone and tells you to go on with your annoying questionaire. ]
I'm not an it! I'm a...
An it?! Do you know who do you think you're talking to? I take that as offensive.
[ You watch with severe nervousness as Sabrina narrows her malicious eyes, her fists clenching as the rest on the arm rests of the massive chair. You watch in utter alarm as they began to glow with an odd light blue aura. So she did contain these powers afterall. To you your relief, the strange light fades, and she continues. ]
I am apparently a female. Can you not see that? I thought it was obvious. Seriously, are you even /educated/?
[ She tosses a stand of her ebony hair over her shoulder, and waves her hand as a signal for you to go on. ]
I am a...
Heh. This is where it gets confusing. Get your pen ready.
You apparently know me as the Saffron Gym Leader. That's what the majority of the world does.
Well, listen here. There's more to me than sitting here, defeating one unworthy challenger after the next. That's only the half of me. The reason this Gym is on idle half of the time.
See, I'm an executive admin of the notorious Team Rocket. You heard me correctly. I'm a member of the elite three, and what a surprise, the other two are also Gym Leaders. I'm the only female.
Sometimes -- Well, who am I trying to fool? Most of the time I leave this Gym on hiatus. You were probably wondering why it appeared so deserted. I go off on Giovanni's ridiculous missions, but I'm not as gullable as agents or grunts. I'm Rocket's top female. And it takes pride, dedication, and hard work to maintain such an elite title.
Team Rocket may be a bit out there, but it's more exhilirating than sitting here in this Gym, collecting dust. And why waste my power on a bunch of juveniles, purely for their amusement? Pathetic. Though I must admit it's enjoyable defeating them and sending them off crying.
I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm...
Wrinkle cream? You have some nerve, all right. I've been told that my skin is rough, but that's the worst I've recieved. I'm beautiful aren't I?
[ She winks and smiles slightly again. You wait for an answer. ]
Well, you're patient. I'm the one that had to return to Saffron for this little interview. I'm nineteen. But isn't age merely a number? You're lucky you got that out of me. But don't think I'm unintelligent because I'm young. I have the brains of some of your beloved Pokemon professors.
Do you think I need a diet?
[ Sabrina narrows her eyes again, a dangerous flare in her cold irises. Her fists tighten even more. Were her knuckles...white? ]
A...diet? Look at me! I think I look like one of those digitally edited models you see on those weight loss commercials. Not exactly anorexic, but you have to admit, I'm rather thin. So, no --
[ You interrupt Sabrina, explaining that you actually wanted a physical description, so that you may create a mental image in your readers' minds. This appears to anger the woman, but she stands with a huff and walks forward a ways to stand in front of you. She balances her weight on one leg, her arms crossed across her chest, her index finger of one hand tapping her other arm in impatience. ]
Well, go on. I got all up close and personal for you -- jot down all you need on that little notepad of yours. I know I'm beautiful, but don't stare for /too/ long.
[ You raise an eyebrow put raise your pencil again nonetheless. You note that the young woman is indeed rather thin, but not excessively so. She stands at about five feet and seven inches, and her skin is pale. Her hair is the color of ebony, her squared bangs framing a pair of icy blue eyes. Her hair is overall straight, except for the fact that it slightly curves at it reaches down to an amazing extent, just to her thigh. How does she keep it so sheen? Girls...
Though her attire is what makes you the most curious. A white dress-like piece is the main thing she wears, and it ends a ways above her knees, having short sleeves and a bit of a turtleneck. On the center of the article is a bold red 'R'. So she wasn't kidding about the Rocket thing... Then again, Sabrina wasn't much of a kidder. You cease in your writing as Sabrina's sharp tone of voice breaks the silence. You look up curiously. ]
Are you finished yet? I mean, really. It does /not/ take that long to describe me.
[ You feel a sweat break out on your forehead and your pencil flies, noting that the rest of her outfit consists of a dark gray long sleeved shirt, worn under the dress. A matching pair of dark gray tights are worn, and on her feet a pair of short white boots. Matching these and finally finishing this uniform of hers is a pair of white gloves, worn on her hands, of course. You finish just in time, glancing up to see that she appeared quite irritable. You tell her you are finished with this particular section, but asks her if she wears other things.
What? Are you truly serious? Not only am I human, I'm a /female/. Of course I have an array of different outfits. I'm only wearing this rather embarrasing ensemble because I was about to head off on another convoluted mission before you interrupted my day.
[ You nod, adding what she had just said as a quick note. Though you leave out the part about how you interrupted her day. You don't want to remember how mad you made this particular Gym Leader. ]
Note : I've seen that Sabrina has several hair and eye color combinations, such as green and blue, black and blue, and even purple and amber. I favor the black and blue one, and I do believe they are all accurate, one way or the other.
My emotional disposition?
You're lucky I'm intelligent and not just another Gym Leader on your list, because then I wouldn't know what that meant. But lucky for you, I do.
Hmm...how to explain this. Well, I've bet you've observed enough already. No? Well, fine.
I've noticed many times before how I come across to other trainers and perhaps officials. Intimidating. That's right.
Around the occasional trainer, I can be...irritable. Heh. Wait, that's around the occasional...everybody. Well, it /is/ true. I'm rather irritable and I don't like it when I'm not listened to or respected. Same thing applies to authorities. I have no rules, no limitations. I don't follow them; never will. I'm boundless.
I also dislike it when I'm put in a ridiculous situation, or a chaotic one. Are people not right in their minds? It makes me wonder...
Anyway. Around some I can come across as mysterious, and believe it or not, quiet. A psychic has to have some time to organize her thoughts, doesn't she? And I don't do that very well when I'm talking as much as I am now. I'm not very pleasant or joyous, but I'm quick-witted and self-assured.
An odd combonation, I'm sure. But that's me.
Things that are Groovy:
♦ Psychic Pokemon - You know what I say? Mental power over physical power. You see, when you are in a tough, nail-biting situation, your opponent eyeing you down as if you see you move even in the slightest bit or say something in the softest tone to your Pokemon. To know your next move. But you see, I'm telepathically connected to myslaves Pokemon, so I can command them in battle in utter silence. Those amateur trainers never know what's coming! And that's only one of the several things we they are useful for.
◊ Power - I love to see avictim foe cowering in terror, that beautiful layer of fear in their eyes. And to manipulate them with my mind and such is even better. Hmm? Do I consider myself powerful? That's a rather ridiculous question, if you ask me. Of course!
♦ Saffron City - What's not to like? First of all, it's my favorite color. Yes, even women like myself like purple. And then there's the controlwe I have over the city. Not only am I the Gym Leader of this marvelous city, but Team Rocket resides here. Don't worry, I'll tell the grunts not to pester you on the way out. No promises.
◊ Team Rocket - Besides the agrravating agents and pesky grunts, we're pretty snazzy. Unlike those other two teams. And it's only natural for me to enjoy this organization, seeing how I'm an admin. Heh.
♦ Fashion - I know it's hard to believe, because really, look at what I'm wearing. But I love a good outfit. No, I'm no designer, but I won't be seen in the common trainer apparel.
◊ The Night - It's serene; it's beautiful. You see? Look what it does to me. I sound like a foolish poet. Anyway, I prefer it over the day.Because then people won't notice how pale I am.
♦ Silence - I'm not talking cathedral-quiet here, but I like it quiet more than loud. It allows me to hone in on my power, allows for concentration, and a bunch of noise is simply a nuisance.
Things that aren't so Groovy:
♦ Dumb Blondes - They don't nessecarily have to be blonde. But, I'll tell you this. I can't /stand/ other females, mostly because none of them are equal in my power. They are arrogant, annoying, and overall just flat out stupid.
◊ Weird Looks - I indeed recieve these quite often. It's only expected, though. I teleport freely on the streets, right in front of people! Everyone knows who I am, and they know not to question or comment on my person. I /swear/ if I ever catch anyone giving me I weird look again, I'll kill them. One way or another. Feh.That guy was lucky he got away last time.
♦ Good Guys - Good guys, heroes,morons, you know who they are. Usually a trainer only a very small bit above average, trying to take down the entire scene. Wow. Does the concept of me defeating them even process through their small brains?
◊ Team Aqua and Magma - Okay, I'm not sure about this couple. These two groups appeared in Kanto a few years back. Though you don't see much of them nowadays - well, atleast not around here - there sure are an ugly, pathetic sight when they do. They either look demonic or like they are children playing pirate dress-up. Do they even have a reasonable goal? Or is it keeping Halloween alive all year round?
[ Sabrina sighs, shaking her head in a display of pity. You, thankfully, manage to retain your laughter. Your life has been spared. ]
♦ Chaos - Although I do like causing it, I hate being caught in the midst of it. Like those certain situations when you'd wish everyone would calm the hell down.
◊ Pokemon Battling - I never meant to get that caught up in it. In truth, I never really enjoyed it and still don't to this day. I suppose I just don't understand the excitement one gets from Pokemon battling. Maybe its because my Pokemon and I are silent the entire time. I don't know. What I do know is that, sadly, I have to do it. I'm a Gym Leader and an overall dutiful trainer, after all.
[ You blink at this revealation. Wow - a Gym Leader that doesn't enjoy Pokemon battling. You don't keep it on your mind for long, though, as she glares at you, obviously wanting to get on with it. That or she doesn't want you to think on the subject too much. She does know what you're thinking, after all. ]
But..I'm afraid!
[ Sabrina narrows her eyes, staring at you for a long moment. You apparently said something that wasn't very wise... ]
Afraid?! I train in the inky darkness, I tell people what's what, I /command/ people. Yet you think I have fears. I do not. I simply have things I strongly dislike, but I listed them already. I /know/ you are not going to make me repeat myself.
Good. Go on.
[ You don't realize it at first, but it slowly occurs to you that she just read your mind. Oh, well. It didn't hurt. Though you may want to hurry unless you /want/ to get hurt. ]
I like to...
Well, I don't have very many hobbies if this is what you're asking. What? Do you expect me too? Feh.
I wouldn't call Pokemon battling a hobby, for it's more of a job and I don't enjoy it. Perhaps it's a career. Well, you have to be rewarded for sitting here, one way or the other.
So no, I don't have any hobbies. I don't collect stamps, and I don't catch bugs. Too bad. I'm too busy with other things to care for such activities.
My reason?
[ Sabrina taps her chin with one finger, one of her arms still wrapped around her torso. She appears to be pondering something. ]
You want the reason I do what I do, right? Very well.
Well, I'm a Gym Leader because they told me I had potiential at a young age. I said 'why not'; well, actually, I didn't /say/ it, but you get the picture.
I took the job of Gym Leader, because it was better than your average desk job, and you'd obtain a ranking and a bit of power to go along with it. Who doesn't like that? Heh.The reason I'm with the Rocket crew is similar. The only thing better than legal power is illegal power. No rules. Free to do as you wish. The police no better than to mess with me. Not only am I their Gym Leader, they know good and well I could easily defeat them with no mercy. The Pokemon battling thing has nothing to do with me wanting to be the 'very best'.
Even though I'm pretty close.
I discovered that psychic Pokemon are very similar to myself. Their minds were complex, like my own, and they understand me better than your average human. So I raised them, teaching them to learn from me and vice versa. Once the Pokemon League heard of my power from many rumors and the such, they decided to check me on out. They apparently liked what they saw, because here I am, in this hell hole of a Gym!
Mandatory Angst:
I know what this means....Well actually, I wasn't entirely confident. You should try shielding your mind more often. Heheh...
Ah well, you're in for a story. And I'm sick of standing.
[ You watch as Sabrina turns on her heels in front of you, sitting back in the large chair to the back of the room. You're not far from it. With her legs crossed and her figure rather straight, she begins. ]
I promise you that after I tell you this story, you're going to think I'm real messed up. If you don't already. Heh.
Okay, I'll start by saying that my mother was real unlucky. I was never sure if she was aware that she had a kid with a psychic man, but it must've been apparent at some point. Especially after I was born.
In the beginning, I was your usual baby. Cute, innocent, and an all around nuisance. The triple threat.
In the beginning, I imagined that my parents had a rather easy time dealing with me. Who knows. I can't remember!
.......
Anyway, as I began to grow older, I began to show signs of being psychic. And all while in grade school, which made it more difficult. The classic bending of the spoon, levitation, you name it. Basically, I was the child that every parent had nightmares of. I /do/ remember discovering my powers myself. I began to edge away from the childhood pleasures, and focused intently on honing my talents. Both my teachers and parents had no idea what to think. But, come on, I did my school work. Nothing in the world was easier, I imagined. My powers became stronger, and at the ripe age of fourteen, my powers had been proved to exceed far beyond my father's. Every father's dream? Sort of out of context, but yeah, I guess you could say that.
By now my parents didn't know what to do with me. The feeling was mutual.
So, I practically shut them out of my abnormal life. It was easy. It was one of the ways that allowed me to develop my strong concentration. Besides, I didn't think they wanted to see much of me either.
My powers still progressed; improved. I was curious if there were people as powerful or as strange as me. At the time, I was unaware of the huge inprobability.
But I was quick to learn that, indeed, I was a rare being. I took pride in that, and still do to this day. Pride in power. If I had a motto, that'd be it. Heh.
Then I discovered the psychic element. The Pokemons' powers were so similar to mine; as were their minds. To the common person they appeared mindless animals. But oh, were they wrong. They were so complex.
If their mind power was not identical to mine, it'd have to be greater.
As I trained them on wild Pokemon around the Saffron City, I began to teach them my abilities. It was a very slow and grudging progress, but it paid off. In return, I adapted some of theirs. We became a rather powerful team.
As I grew older, I began to come irritable. Staying cooped inside a house with two parents that were terrified of you wasn't exactly my idea of entertainment. So, I went out. And instead of battling wild Pokemon, I began to challenge actual trainers. I was not interested in their silly little badges, nor their prize money. I only wanted to become stronger. As did my Pokemon. The power I felt between my Pokemon and I was and is inexplicable.
As I began to defeat more trainers, the majority of them older and more experienced than me, my Pokemon and the connection between us became greater. Apparently, as did my popularity. For I was rather surprised when the Pokemon League happened upon me at the age of seventeen, requesting that I become a Gym Leader. And was /that/ a good opportunity. Especially since it was in my Saffron. Yes, I said, 'my'.
I took the title, reopening this Gym next to a silly little fighting dojo. Feh. Physical power. There's no such thing.
I began to recieve several visits from trainers, much like the ones I battled in previous times. At the time, I really did not care that they pratically came in hoardes, the majority of them defeated. We were becoming stronger. I was content. Until it happened.
I began to notice an increase in crime. In action. In excitement.
Observing daily from my Gym, I had a clear view of the city. I began to notice a rather large gang wreaking havoc among the citizens and such. They were clad in black, with a rather bright, contrasting red 'R' upon their uniforms.
Oddly, enough - though I'm sure you'll never be surprised again, now that you've read the majority of this. - I didn't mind their exploits. They weren't bothering me, and if they did, I had not a worry in the world. It was the city I cared for, not the people that inhabited it. Though I was growing curious as to why they targeted everyone and everything else, avoiding this Gym in particular.
It was one night when my questions were answered. A shady looking yet handsome man suddenly entered my abode, two of his underlings at his side. Ugh, I was so impressed by grunts back then. What the hell was wrong with me? Anyway, they told me all that I had already observed. And then shock hit me. They requested that I join them, as a member of an elite executive trio, yet still run the Gym and keep my evil identity a secret.
A break from those routined battles? Didn't sound too bad.
It was not long before I accepted.
They told me how they appreciated my strength. Like I hadn't heard this one before. The shady man, who was later revealed to be their boss, Giovanni, soon after recruited two other admins. Koga and Surge. So was this an all male organization? Was I merely a joke?
Time told. I was not. As I sent out on countless 'missions', which were pretty ridiculous but a nice break from the now-dreary Gym life, I began to notice a difficulty of balancing the identities. So I merged them.
I am one person, and sometimes, I am at the Gym in Saffron. Other times, I am out commiting crimes. What a combonation.
[ Sabrina blinks, then stretches some in a sarcastic gesture. ]
Ah, well, thanks. Now I'm worn out. Feh. Your hand okay?
Oh and by the way...
I bet after listening to all of this you wonder what powers I really posses. It'd be a nifty thing to have them in mind, wouldn't it? For protection, heheh...
♦ Teleportation - Pretty straight out. I can go from one place to another in a matter of seconds, disappearing from where I previously was and reappearing in an area of my choice, scaring the you-know-what out of who ever's there.
◊ Telepathy - I'm in your head, reading your thoughts. I can also send information to your mind or speak to your telepathically. Yep.
♦ Psychokinesis - Basically, I can make you float and throw you across a room. You have to admit, I'm good. I can also do this with any solid object.
◊ Transmutation - I have the ability to take you or anything or anyone else and make it look like something or someone different. I can also do this with myself.
All right, I've said enough. Hell, you can steal my identity now if you wanted to. But I don't think that's a very wise idea. Heheh...
Anyway, I'm out. I'm going to go rock the world.
I'm just a proxy for...
Smalley. (:
I've been roleplaying for roughly a year and a half, and I've been playing Pokemon pretty much since it was released in the United States.
Here's some of their writing!
This is an introduction from one my plots in which Team Rocket intrudes on the Alto Mare water festival, intent on robbing them of the Soul Dew.
You wanted some of my writing, and so here it is. (:
She looked like a tourist. A cheery, disgusting tourist, visiting the grand city of Alto Mare for yet the first time. Indeed, it was her first time in the City of Water but it was not her first time being sent on a mission that involved a legendary beast or a sacred item that related to one. For before she had succeeded in such tasks, successfully capturing the legendary fire titan, Moltres. It may had been in Team Rocket's possession for a short period of time, but she had done it. With the help of grunts. They were pestering and annoying. They got to her, triggering the harsh temper inside of her. But what didn't?
Sabrina Morgane Natsume, third in command of the notorious Team Rocket, was currently walking on the sidewalks of the city, rather close to the water. What lie ahead? The mueseum of course. Her mission was to enter the forest beside the large structure with one of her underlings - more like one grunt but she liked to think him hers; under her command - ,evade various obstacles that no doubt were within the maze dubbed the Secret Garden, and reach the center where the soul dew lay. She had not an idea why her boss wanted such an object, but she went out here none the less. Dressed in embarrasing apparel, searching for an object she hadn't even seen pictures of. What did a Soul...Dew look like anyway? Some wet stuff on strands of grass? Or something she could only see?
Sabrina wasn't entirely confident as to why /she/ was in charge on this one. Maybe it was because her abilities were an advantage, or because they wanted to see if she was cut out for more dangerous, worthy missions. Well it was about time.
The young, psychic woman was currently strolling outside of the mueseum, appearing quite casual. No one would suspect that she was actually a dangerous criminal, intent on robbing the city of their most valuable item. Her dark as night hair, usually reaching well down past her back, was miraculously pulled up at the back of her head, the bun-like ponytail slightly splaying out behind her. It was a wonder how she had managed to do so with such tedious hair. Her bangs framed her cold, blue eyes, which were currently scanning the area in front of her, masked by a pair of dark shades with bright-colored rims. It appeared as though she was admiring her surroundings, glancing this was and that, when she was actually determining a path. The Saffron Gym Leader was adorned in the average female tourist outfit, the base of the outfit a dark shade to allow for camoflague in the forest. Too bad her top had to be a bright hue, to appear less suspicious. Oh well. It wasn't like she had to prove anything to the fools that resided in this city and protected their precious dew and legendary Pokemon. Her outfit consisted of a light blue shirt, similar to the shade of her irises, having a v-neck and short sleeves. A short black skirt was the second item she wore, with black flat shoes that were less innocent but allowed for running. The hair, the sunglasses, the outfit...she didn't feel like herself. It was only when she was running from the authorities when she would feel exhilrated. Herself. Heh. Running. Sure.
The pair, superior and not-so-superior, finally arrived at the entrance to the garden, having crossed in front of the large, extravagant entrance to the mueseum. Sabrina's fake innocence faded and was quickly replaced by sheer, frightening determination as she walked into the forest, of course expecting the grunt to follow suit. Turning, she lifted the sunglasses to the top of her head but left her hair as was. She was too curious of this mission.
"I suppose, from here, if we walked through all of this plant life and junk, we'd make it to the object." Her smooth, yet chilling voice replaced the previous sound of their falling footsteps as she looked down open the lower-ranking member. "But I'd expect some difficulties, if you know what I mean." And with that, the Rocket admin turned away her gaze, peering into the darkness with narrowed irises.
I suppose you're that...reporter or whatever. Heh. Let's get this over with.
[ You hear a smooth yet chilling voice, breaking the deafly silence, and your gaze pulls from your surroundings, quite reluctantly actually, and happens upon a young woman who is sitting upon a throne-like, odd-colored chair to the north of the room. She is a bit tall from where you can tell, apparently young, and menacing from the way she looks upon you. From what you've heard from various trainers, their wary sounding descriptions fit this young woman. This is Sabrina. You've heard she is dangerous and sly. Let's hope you make it out alive. A joke? Perhaps. ]
I do not claim this fabulous picture. Though Sabrina may attack that adjective. Haha. It belongs to saikopathiccow of DeviantART. All right, enough about this one picture. Let's get back to the storryy.
My Parents call me...
Feh. Parents? They were always nothing but cowards. Afraid of my power, despite the fact that my father contained similar abilities. Cowering in the corner of our small Saffron home, avoiding every aspect of me, especially my gaze. But of course, I did learn my entire name. You know, for the Pokemon League, driver's license, school... Though you may not imagine it I performed the usual activities for a person of my era, even if I did so in a different fashion. My full name is Sabrina Morgane Natsume. Pretty plain and bland if you were tp ask me. But usually, it's not the name they remember.
[ A small smirk sets upon her features, and her eyes seem to sparkle with malice. You feel the hair on your arms raise, and you stutter as you urge her to continue with the interview. ]
My Friends call me...
[ Sabrina blinks, frowning as if not understanding or liking the concept of friends. Her arms fold across her chest in a gesture of annoyance as she speaks in a blunt tone. ]
Friends? Listen here, I learned to trust no one but my Pokemon. They are the truly the only ones that understand me, the only creatures that I can communicate to a full extent with. But ha, they don't have any nicknames for me. But a couple of my comrades do. Yes, comrades. I'll get into that later. Explain the reason I'm wearing this dreadful uniform.
Anyway, I've obtained the annoying pet name of Sabby. I don't know where it comes from. But call me it and pay the consequences. The person that calls me it has some nerves, all right.
[ In a shaky voice, you tell her that you have no plans of doing so. She laughs in a harsh, cold tone and tells you to go on with your annoying questionaire. ]
I'm not an it! I'm a...
An it?! Do you know who do you think you're talking to? I take that as offensive.
[ You watch with severe nervousness as Sabrina narrows her malicious eyes, her fists clenching as the rest on the arm rests of the massive chair. You watch in utter alarm as they began to glow with an odd light blue aura. So she did contain these powers afterall. To you your relief, the strange light fades, and she continues. ]
I am apparently a female. Can you not see that? I thought it was obvious. Seriously, are you even /educated/?
[ She tosses a stand of her ebony hair over her shoulder, and waves her hand as a signal for you to go on. ]
I am a...
Heh. This is where it gets confusing. Get your pen ready.
You apparently know me as the Saffron Gym Leader. That's what the majority of the world does.
Well, listen here. There's more to me than sitting here, defeating one unworthy challenger after the next. That's only the half of me. The reason this Gym is on idle half of the time.
See, I'm an executive admin of the notorious Team Rocket. You heard me correctly. I'm a member of the elite three, and what a surprise, the other two are also Gym Leaders. I'm the only female.
Sometimes -- Well, who am I trying to fool? Most of the time I leave this Gym on hiatus. You were probably wondering why it appeared so deserted. I go off on Giovanni's ridiculous missions, but I'm not as gullable as agents or grunts. I'm Rocket's top female. And it takes pride, dedication, and hard work to maintain such an elite title.
Team Rocket may be a bit out there, but it's more exhilirating than sitting here in this Gym, collecting dust. And why waste my power on a bunch of juveniles, purely for their amusement? Pathetic. Though I must admit it's enjoyable defeating them and sending them off crying.
I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm...
Wrinkle cream? You have some nerve, all right. I've been told that my skin is rough, but that's the worst I've recieved. I'm beautiful aren't I?
[ She winks and smiles slightly again. You wait for an answer. ]
Well, you're patient. I'm the one that had to return to Saffron for this little interview. I'm nineteen. But isn't age merely a number? You're lucky you got that out of me. But don't think I'm unintelligent because I'm young. I have the brains of some of your beloved Pokemon professors.
Do you think I need a diet?
[ Sabrina narrows her eyes again, a dangerous flare in her cold irises. Her fists tighten even more. Were her knuckles...white? ]
A...diet? Look at me! I think I look like one of those digitally edited models you see on those weight loss commercials. Not exactly anorexic, but you have to admit, I'm rather thin. So, no --
[ You interrupt Sabrina, explaining that you actually wanted a physical description, so that you may create a mental image in your readers' minds. This appears to anger the woman, but she stands with a huff and walks forward a ways to stand in front of you. She balances her weight on one leg, her arms crossed across her chest, her index finger of one hand tapping her other arm in impatience. ]
Well, go on. I got all up close and personal for you -- jot down all you need on that little notepad of yours. I know I'm beautiful, but don't stare for /too/ long.
[ You raise an eyebrow put raise your pencil again nonetheless. You note that the young woman is indeed rather thin, but not excessively so. She stands at about five feet and seven inches, and her skin is pale. Her hair is the color of ebony, her squared bangs framing a pair of icy blue eyes. Her hair is overall straight, except for the fact that it slightly curves at it reaches down to an amazing extent, just to her thigh. How does she keep it so sheen? Girls...
Though her attire is what makes you the most curious. A white dress-like piece is the main thing she wears, and it ends a ways above her knees, having short sleeves and a bit of a turtleneck. On the center of the article is a bold red 'R'. So she wasn't kidding about the Rocket thing... Then again, Sabrina wasn't much of a kidder. You cease in your writing as Sabrina's sharp tone of voice breaks the silence. You look up curiously. ]
Are you finished yet? I mean, really. It does /not/ take that long to describe me.
[ You feel a sweat break out on your forehead and your pencil flies, noting that the rest of her outfit consists of a dark gray long sleeved shirt, worn under the dress. A matching pair of dark gray tights are worn, and on her feet a pair of short white boots. Matching these and finally finishing this uniform of hers is a pair of white gloves, worn on her hands, of course. You finish just in time, glancing up to see that she appeared quite irritable. You tell her you are finished with this particular section, but asks her if she wears other things.
What? Are you truly serious? Not only am I human, I'm a /female/. Of course I have an array of different outfits. I'm only wearing this rather embarrasing ensemble because I was about to head off on another convoluted mission before you interrupted my day.
[ You nod, adding what she had just said as a quick note. Though you leave out the part about how you interrupted her day. You don't want to remember how mad you made this particular Gym Leader. ]
Note : I've seen that Sabrina has several hair and eye color combinations, such as green and blue, black and blue, and even purple and amber. I favor the black and blue one, and I do believe they are all accurate, one way or the other.
My emotional disposition?
You're lucky I'm intelligent and not just another Gym Leader on your list, because then I wouldn't know what that meant. But lucky for you, I do.
Hmm...how to explain this. Well, I've bet you've observed enough already. No? Well, fine.
I've noticed many times before how I come across to other trainers and perhaps officials. Intimidating. That's right.
Around the occasional trainer, I can be...irritable. Heh. Wait, that's around the occasional...everybody. Well, it /is/ true. I'm rather irritable and I don't like it when I'm not listened to or respected. Same thing applies to authorities. I have no rules, no limitations. I don't follow them; never will. I'm boundless.
I also dislike it when I'm put in a ridiculous situation, or a chaotic one. Are people not right in their minds? It makes me wonder...
Anyway. Around some I can come across as mysterious, and believe it or not, quiet. A psychic has to have some time to organize her thoughts, doesn't she? And I don't do that very well when I'm talking as much as I am now. I'm not very pleasant or joyous, but I'm quick-witted and self-assured.
An odd combonation, I'm sure. But that's me.
Things that are Groovy:
♦ Psychic Pokemon - You know what I say? Mental power over physical power. You see, when you are in a tough, nail-biting situation, your opponent eyeing you down as if you see you move even in the slightest bit or say something in the softest tone to your Pokemon. To know your next move. But you see, I'm telepathically connected to my
◊ Power - I love to see a
♦ Saffron City - What's not to like? First of all, it's my favorite color. Yes, even women like myself like purple. And then there's the control
◊ Team Rocket - Besides the agrravating agents and pesky grunts, we're pretty snazzy. Unlike those other two teams. And it's only natural for me to enjoy this organization, seeing how I'm an admin. Heh.
♦ Fashion - I know it's hard to believe, because really, look at what I'm wearing. But I love a good outfit. No, I'm no designer, but I won't be seen in the common trainer apparel.
◊ The Night - It's serene; it's beautiful. You see? Look what it does to me. I sound like a foolish poet. Anyway, I prefer it over the day.
♦ Silence - I'm not talking cathedral-quiet here, but I like it quiet more than loud. It allows me to hone in on my power, allows for concentration, and a bunch of noise is simply a nuisance.
Things that aren't so Groovy:
♦ Dumb Blondes - They don't nessecarily have to be blonde. But, I'll tell you this. I can't /stand/ other females, mostly because none of them are equal in my power. They are arrogant, annoying, and overall just flat out stupid.
◊ Weird Looks - I indeed recieve these quite often. It's only expected, though. I teleport freely on the streets, right in front of people! Everyone knows who I am, and they know not to question or comment on my person. I /swear/ if I ever catch anyone giving me I weird look again, I'll kill them. One way or another. Feh.
♦ Good Guys - Good guys, heroes,
◊ Team Aqua and Magma - Okay, I'm not sure about this couple. These two groups appeared in Kanto a few years back. Though you don't see much of them nowadays - well, atleast not around here - there sure are an ugly, pathetic sight when they do. They either look demonic or like they are children playing pirate dress-up. Do they even have a reasonable goal? Or is it keeping Halloween alive all year round?
[ Sabrina sighs, shaking her head in a display of pity. You, thankfully, manage to retain your laughter. Your life has been spared. ]
♦ Chaos - Although I do like causing it, I hate being caught in the midst of it. Like those certain situations when you'd wish everyone would calm the hell down.
◊ Pokemon Battling - I never meant to get that caught up in it. In truth, I never really enjoyed it and still don't to this day. I suppose I just don't understand the excitement one gets from Pokemon battling. Maybe its because my Pokemon and I are silent the entire time. I don't know. What I do know is that, sadly, I have to do it. I'm a Gym Leader and an overall dutiful trainer, after all.
[ You blink at this revealation. Wow - a Gym Leader that doesn't enjoy Pokemon battling. You don't keep it on your mind for long, though, as she glares at you, obviously wanting to get on with it. That or she doesn't want you to think on the subject too much. She does know what you're thinking, after all. ]
But..I'm afraid!
[ Sabrina narrows her eyes, staring at you for a long moment. You apparently said something that wasn't very wise... ]
Afraid?! I train in the inky darkness, I tell people what's what, I /command/ people. Yet you think I have fears. I do not. I simply have things I strongly dislike, but I listed them already. I /know/ you are not going to make me repeat myself.
Good. Go on.
[ You don't realize it at first, but it slowly occurs to you that she just read your mind. Oh, well. It didn't hurt. Though you may want to hurry unless you /want/ to get hurt. ]
I like to...
Well, I don't have very many hobbies if this is what you're asking. What? Do you expect me too? Feh.
I wouldn't call Pokemon battling a hobby, for it's more of a job and I don't enjoy it. Perhaps it's a career. Well, you have to be rewarded for sitting here, one way or the other.
So no, I don't have any hobbies. I don't collect stamps, and I don't catch bugs. Too bad. I'm too busy with other things to care for such activities.
My reason?
[ Sabrina taps her chin with one finger, one of her arms still wrapped around her torso. She appears to be pondering something. ]
You want the reason I do what I do, right? Very well.
Well, I'm a Gym Leader because they told me I had potiential at a young age. I said 'why not'; well, actually, I didn't /say/ it, but you get the picture.
I took the job of Gym Leader, because it was better than your average desk job, and you'd obtain a ranking and a bit of power to go along with it. Who doesn't like that? Heh.The reason I'm with the Rocket crew is similar. The only thing better than legal power is illegal power. No rules. Free to do as you wish. The police no better than to mess with me. Not only am I their Gym Leader, they know good and well I could easily defeat them with no mercy. The Pokemon battling thing has nothing to do with me wanting to be the 'very best'.
I discovered that psychic Pokemon are very similar to myself. Their minds were complex, like my own, and they understand me better than your average human. So I raised them, teaching them to learn from me and vice versa. Once the Pokemon League heard of my power from many rumors and the such, they decided to check me on out. They apparently liked what they saw, because here I am, in this hell hole of a Gym!
Mandatory Angst:
I know what this means....Well actually, I wasn't entirely confident. You should try shielding your mind more often. Heheh...
Ah well, you're in for a story. And I'm sick of standing.
[ You watch as Sabrina turns on her heels in front of you, sitting back in the large chair to the back of the room. You're not far from it. With her legs crossed and her figure rather straight, she begins. ]
I promise you that after I tell you this story, you're going to think I'm real messed up. If you don't already. Heh.
Okay, I'll start by saying that my mother was real unlucky. I was never sure if she was aware that she had a kid with a psychic man, but it must've been apparent at some point. Especially after I was born.
In the beginning, I was your usual baby. Cute, innocent, and an all around nuisance. The triple threat.
In the beginning, I imagined that my parents had a rather easy time dealing with me. Who knows. I can't remember!
.......
Anyway, as I began to grow older, I began to show signs of being psychic. And all while in grade school, which made it more difficult. The classic bending of the spoon, levitation, you name it. Basically, I was the child that every parent had nightmares of. I /do/ remember discovering my powers myself. I began to edge away from the childhood pleasures, and focused intently on honing my talents. Both my teachers and parents had no idea what to think. But, come on, I did my school work. Nothing in the world was easier, I imagined. My powers became stronger, and at the ripe age of fourteen, my powers had been proved to exceed far beyond my father's. Every father's dream? Sort of out of context, but yeah, I guess you could say that.
By now my parents didn't know what to do with me. The feeling was mutual.
So, I practically shut them out of my abnormal life. It was easy. It was one of the ways that allowed me to develop my strong concentration. Besides, I didn't think they wanted to see much of me either.
My powers still progressed; improved. I was curious if there were people as powerful or as strange as me. At the time, I was unaware of the huge inprobability.
But I was quick to learn that, indeed, I was a rare being. I took pride in that, and still do to this day. Pride in power. If I had a motto, that'd be it. Heh.
Then I discovered the psychic element. The Pokemons' powers were so similar to mine; as were their minds. To the common person they appeared mindless animals. But oh, were they wrong. They were so complex.
If their mind power was not identical to mine, it'd have to be greater.
As I trained them on wild Pokemon around the Saffron City, I began to teach them my abilities. It was a very slow and grudging progress, but it paid off. In return, I adapted some of theirs. We became a rather powerful team.
As I grew older, I began to come irritable. Staying cooped inside a house with two parents that were terrified of you wasn't exactly my idea of entertainment. So, I went out. And instead of battling wild Pokemon, I began to challenge actual trainers. I was not interested in their silly little badges, nor their prize money. I only wanted to become stronger. As did my Pokemon. The power I felt between my Pokemon and I was and is inexplicable.
As I began to defeat more trainers, the majority of them older and more experienced than me, my Pokemon and the connection between us became greater. Apparently, as did my popularity. For I was rather surprised when the Pokemon League happened upon me at the age of seventeen, requesting that I become a Gym Leader. And was /that/ a good opportunity. Especially since it was in my Saffron. Yes, I said, 'my'.
I took the title, reopening this Gym next to a silly little fighting dojo. Feh. Physical power. There's no such thing.
I began to recieve several visits from trainers, much like the ones I battled in previous times. At the time, I really did not care that they pratically came in hoardes, the majority of them defeated. We were becoming stronger. I was content. Until it happened.
I began to notice an increase in crime. In action. In excitement.
Observing daily from my Gym, I had a clear view of the city. I began to notice a rather large gang wreaking havoc among the citizens and such. They were clad in black, with a rather bright, contrasting red 'R' upon their uniforms.
Oddly, enough - though I'm sure you'll never be surprised again, now that you've read the majority of this. - I didn't mind their exploits. They weren't bothering me, and if they did, I had not a worry in the world. It was the city I cared for, not the people that inhabited it. Though I was growing curious as to why they targeted everyone and everything else, avoiding this Gym in particular.
It was one night when my questions were answered. A shady looking yet handsome man suddenly entered my abode, two of his underlings at his side. Ugh, I was so impressed by grunts back then. What the hell was wrong with me? Anyway, they told me all that I had already observed. And then shock hit me. They requested that I join them, as a member of an elite executive trio, yet still run the Gym and keep my evil identity a secret.
A break from those routined battles? Didn't sound too bad.
It was not long before I accepted.
They told me how they appreciated my strength. Like I hadn't heard this one before. The shady man, who was later revealed to be their boss, Giovanni, soon after recruited two other admins. Koga and Surge. So was this an all male organization? Was I merely a joke?
Time told. I was not. As I sent out on countless 'missions', which were pretty ridiculous but a nice break from the now-dreary Gym life, I began to notice a difficulty of balancing the identities. So I merged them.
I am one person, and sometimes, I am at the Gym in Saffron. Other times, I am out commiting crimes. What a combonation.
[ Sabrina blinks, then stretches some in a sarcastic gesture. ]
Ah, well, thanks. Now I'm worn out. Feh. Your hand okay?
Oh and by the way...
I bet after listening to all of this you wonder what powers I really posses. It'd be a nifty thing to have them in mind, wouldn't it? For protection, heheh...
♦ Teleportation - Pretty straight out. I can go from one place to another in a matter of seconds, disappearing from where I previously was and reappearing in an area of my choice, scaring the you-know-what out of who ever's there.
◊ Telepathy - I'm in your head, reading your thoughts. I can also send information to your mind or speak to your telepathically. Yep.
♦ Psychokinesis - Basically, I can make you float and throw you across a room. You have to admit, I'm good. I can also do this with any solid object.
◊ Transmutation - I have the ability to take you or anything or anyone else and make it look like something or someone different. I can also do this with myself.
All right, I've said enough. Hell, you can steal my identity now if you wanted to. But I don't think that's a very wise idea. Heheh...
Anyway, I'm out. I'm going to go rock the world.
I'm just a proxy for...
Smalley. (:
I've been roleplaying for roughly a year and a half, and I've been playing Pokemon pretty much since it was released in the United States.
Here's some of their writing!
This is an introduction from one my plots in which Team Rocket intrudes on the Alto Mare water festival, intent on robbing them of the Soul Dew.
You wanted some of my writing, and so here it is. (:
She looked like a tourist. A cheery, disgusting tourist, visiting the grand city of Alto Mare for yet the first time. Indeed, it was her first time in the City of Water but it was not her first time being sent on a mission that involved a legendary beast or a sacred item that related to one. For before she had succeeded in such tasks, successfully capturing the legendary fire titan, Moltres. It may had been in Team Rocket's possession for a short period of time, but she had done it. With the help of grunts. They were pestering and annoying. They got to her, triggering the harsh temper inside of her. But what didn't?
Sabrina Morgane Natsume, third in command of the notorious Team Rocket, was currently walking on the sidewalks of the city, rather close to the water. What lie ahead? The mueseum of course. Her mission was to enter the forest beside the large structure with one of her underlings - more like one grunt but she liked to think him hers; under her command - ,evade various obstacles that no doubt were within the maze dubbed the Secret Garden, and reach the center where the soul dew lay. She had not an idea why her boss wanted such an object, but she went out here none the less. Dressed in embarrasing apparel, searching for an object she hadn't even seen pictures of. What did a Soul...Dew look like anyway? Some wet stuff on strands of grass? Or something she could only see?
Sabrina wasn't entirely confident as to why /she/ was in charge on this one. Maybe it was because her abilities were an advantage, or because they wanted to see if she was cut out for more dangerous, worthy missions. Well it was about time.
The young, psychic woman was currently strolling outside of the mueseum, appearing quite casual. No one would suspect that she was actually a dangerous criminal, intent on robbing the city of their most valuable item. Her dark as night hair, usually reaching well down past her back, was miraculously pulled up at the back of her head, the bun-like ponytail slightly splaying out behind her. It was a wonder how she had managed to do so with such tedious hair. Her bangs framed her cold, blue eyes, which were currently scanning the area in front of her, masked by a pair of dark shades with bright-colored rims. It appeared as though she was admiring her surroundings, glancing this was and that, when she was actually determining a path. The Saffron Gym Leader was adorned in the average female tourist outfit, the base of the outfit a dark shade to allow for camoflague in the forest. Too bad her top had to be a bright hue, to appear less suspicious. Oh well. It wasn't like she had to prove anything to the fools that resided in this city and protected their precious dew and legendary Pokemon. Her outfit consisted of a light blue shirt, similar to the shade of her irises, having a v-neck and short sleeves. A short black skirt was the second item she wore, with black flat shoes that were less innocent but allowed for running. The hair, the sunglasses, the outfit...she didn't feel like herself. It was only when she was running from the authorities when she would feel exhilrated. Herself. Heh. Running. Sure.
The pair, superior and not-so-superior, finally arrived at the entrance to the garden, having crossed in front of the large, extravagant entrance to the mueseum. Sabrina's fake innocence faded and was quickly replaced by sheer, frightening determination as she walked into the forest, of course expecting the grunt to follow suit. Turning, she lifted the sunglasses to the top of her head but left her hair as was. She was too curious of this mission.
"I suppose, from here, if we walked through all of this plant life and junk, we'd make it to the object." Her smooth, yet chilling voice replaced the previous sound of their falling footsteps as she looked down open the lower-ranking member. "But I'd expect some difficulties, if you know what I mean." And with that, the Rocket admin turned away her gaze, peering into the darkness with narrowed irises.