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Description

Name:

Enya
Gender:

Female

Species:

Gible

Type:

Ground/Dragon

Age:

26

Rank:

Nurse

Housing:

Nurse Room 5

Moveset:

Tackle
Sand Attack
Dragon Rage
Sandstorm

Held Item:

Eviolite

Personality:

Careful- Due to her time alone she very rarely will take any kind of risk. For her, and injury could have meant death. That thought process has remained with her since she returned to civilization. Now that she has more access to health care she's more careful about other aspects of things. More in when she's looking over other cats and giving out medication. She'll take extra time to figure out the exact amount that they will need. When seeing them she goes into great detail, going far over what would typically be done, just to be sure.

Independent- Enya can handle herself very well. Being alone for most of her life has forced her to rely on only herself and her skills. She isn't the kind of cat to listen 100% to things that she told to do. Normally she trusts her judgment in all things due to her growing up that way. It takes quite a bit for her to doubt herself and will noticeably slow down at things she does as she starts to second guess herself. Until someone gets it through to her that, yes, she's doing 100% right, does she fully go back to her normal behavior.

Distrustful- Her time alone has taken quite the toll on her. She learned that other animals only got close to her if they wanted something from her, or to kill her. So there is quite a bit of distrust when others come near her or get close to her. This uncertainty has grown into her work as well. She has a tendency to try and mix up patients by asking a question once, the doing so latter with a different wording.

Moody- Enya has a tendency to go in and out of moods. These moods can be happy, say, angry, and many other things. Unlike her father who became apathetic towards society when he rejoined, Enya is trying to fit in. Her moods are caused by her overwhelming herself to fit her emotions to current situations. Depending on what mood she is in, it is recommended that you tree carefully around her, you can never know when she'll shift to a 'bad' mood. She knows that she has some influence and control over her moods, but she has yet to figure out how to stop them.

Calm- Despite her mood swings, she is normally a rather calm cat. She had to learn to react to sudden situations in a calm manner to help her chances of survival. Due to past experiences, she understands that panicking in a high stress situation spells nothing but disaster. A clear mindset has helped her many times before, and and has been a food part of the reason she was able to continue on with her survival for such a long time.

Patient - Being forced to wait for things such as food, made Enya understand the importance of being patient. She found that there were plenty of things that would happen on their own. Even more, she was forced to understand that she could not rush certain things. Wounds took time to heal. Even with the help of the remedies she knew, time was still needed. Hunting and gathering food, finding plants for medical purposes, finding a safe place to rest, all of these things taught her that time would pass, and she had to allow it to do so at its own pace.

History:

Before Birth

Enya was born to the Flying Elite and a Ranger. The Elite was Marten and the Ranger was Chewy. She was part the first litter of the parents along her sister Amai, who was a Wingull.

The pair was an odd one. Chewy was sweet, kind, and innocent while Marten was known to be harsh, cruel, not always rational. Before she and her sister could hatch their father went missing. Chewy was devastated and thought that he had abandoned them because he couldn’t handle the responsibility of being a father.

That was not the case.

In truth he had been taken by Team Rocket just hours before his daughters could hatch.

Lost and Found

It was months before anything happened. She and her sister grew and were walking around the cave that they called home. The two kits were well behaved and rarely disobeyed their lone mother. They were trusted enough to be left alone for short periods of time while Chewy went out to town for supplies.

One night while they were sleeping Chewy left the two to try and find their father. She succeeded and took him to the Pokemon Center just before the sun rose.

She returned to the cave and took Enya and Amai to see him only to find out his wounds were worse than they had thought. It was weeks before they were finally allowed to see him.

Fire and Brimstone

Little happened as the sisters grew. Chewy had switched to become a Nurse and Enya had eventually decided to fallow in her mothers pawsteps. From an accident she ended up with a kink in her tail.

One day she and Amai had been walking along the shore just talking about their plans for the future. How they would find the right tom and have kits, how they would work at what they loved and make their parents proud of them.

It all happened so fast.

They were on the opposite side of the island where the cats would eventually flee. Suddenly the earth shook and the siblings watched as the mountain erupted. Balls of flaming rock rained down upon them. Amai ended up with a broken and burnt wing and a rock landed on half of Enya’s tail, breaking it and burning the fur away.

The two took cover under the roots of a tree as they watched lava start to run down the mountain that had been their home. They knew that the island was done for and quickly tried to come up with an escape plan.

They used their attacks to knock over the tree they had been hiding under and did what they could to turn it into a raft. Once they managed it they rolled it down the shore and jumped on it. Amai used her Water Gun to propel the log away from the island.

Endless Travel

Amai and Enya grew weak from thirst. They had figured out how to fish for their food but were unable to drink anything. From her knowledge and training Enya knew that drinking the ocean water would be more dangerous to them.

After nearly two weeks they found land.

It was a small island but there happened to be a small spring. They made a fire to boil the water just to be safe. The island was a small one with a small amount of plant life. Nothing edible grew from the bushes or the trees so they were forced to move on once they had collected some of the water to take with them.

They left the island after a few weeks of staying there. Once back on their raft, now bigger and better built for them, they set back off to try and find others of their kind.

Or, better yet, the residents of the old island.

They had been out at sea for another month before disaster struck once again. A storm captured them. Their raft was not able to withstand the waves and broke in half. In a futile attempt Enya tried to hold onto Amai by her necklace, an eviolite that Marten had given her. The chain broke however and Amai was just gone.

Swallowed by the storm.

Enya managed to make it through the storm and washed ashore on a small, abandoned, island. The first thing that she did was rush about to see of her sister had also washed up. Sadly there was no sign of Amai.

It was odd but Enya accepted the possible death of her sister rather well. She seemed to have detached herself from the world and just went around on autopilot. On the island she found more water and some roots to eat. She remained on the island for a little over a month before she decided to move on.

The pattern of her travels repeated for years. She would land on an island and make it a temporary home until she thought she was ready to move on. Once she thought this she repaired her raft, now more of a boat, took many supplies and sailed away to the next island. Some places she would stay for more than a month. Her longest stay in one spot was a year and a half. The island happened to be larger than the others and was able to support her for the extended length of time.

Much time had passed. She traveled alone, not seeing anyone.

She was alone.

She learned more about medicine, learning from accidents and mistakes some of the herbs that could heal specific wounds. There were times when she would land on an island that wasn’t abandoned, but had wild pokemon residing there. Often she would be attacked and had to fend for herself. A few of these battles had her leaving with scars that she would tend to carefully.

She had long since lost track of time and started to look and act more and more like a wild pokemon. She grew to fight for her things and it would seem that she had forgotten how to speak in general. The one thing that kept her from fully going into a feral state was the Eviolite that hung from her neck.

There was a day that she had landed on a small island, only large enough to house a few trees and other plants, when she heard noises coming from the water. Curious she wondered out from her hiding spot to see what was making the noise.

When she got to the shore she saw the body of some strange animal. Wary of it, she got closer. The thing looked to have just died moments ago from some wound on its head. Upon closer inspection she was shocked to see that it was another pokecat. She didn’t know what the pokemon half was but it was clear that it was one of her kind.

What Enya did not know was that this cat was one of the Kalos cats that had fled on the boats. Enya, in fact, was very close Cinawood.

The island provided her with a home for only a few days before she decided it was time to leave. She set out once more, leaving the Kalos corpse behind.

The next island took a good week or so to get to. This one was quite a bit larger and was home to her for nearly a year. Not many things happened during that time. She gained the scars on her back from a wild pokemon that she did not recognize, but not much else had happened.

She moved once again, however was caught in another storm after another week at sea. This one was violent just as the one that had carried her sister had been. Soon she found that her raft had broken. All of her supplies were lost to the angry waves.

By the morning, the storm had calmed and she washed ashore with the remaining pieces of her boat.

She had arived at Cinawood.

Relationships:

No opinion
Acquaintance
Friend
Best friend
Respect
Crush
Love
Family
Mate
Dislike
Hate
Uncertainty/Untrusting
Dead

| Marten
My father... I haven't seen him in years... It's odd to seem him after so long.

| | Chewy
My mom. She was the one to inspire me to become a Nurse. Without what she taught me, I wouldn't have been able to survive.

Kenny
...

Owen
...

RP example: (Hallow from this Group)

Hallow looked at the cats in the clearing with horror in her bright yellow eyes. Her mind could not process the sound of the fighting and it all seemed to play out in slow motion. Never before had there been a conflict like this on the island. Not even the Kalos War stood up to this. The lava cats were being tossed around and ignited the dry and dead grass, bushes, and trees. Water cats were launching attack after attack to try and demolish the Ghost types. The Yamask and Cofagirgus were actively tossing the elemental cats away and taking hits from both types.

The Head Ranger flattened her ears to her skull as the screaming of the three groups finally registered. Everything moved back to its normal pace and the she cat struggled to keep out of the way as she recovered from the disorientation.

She moved faster to get a look at what could be done. There was nothing but horror in this place. The ghost cats would slice through a Shellos or Gastrodon and they would burst into a puddle of water. The water moved back towards the sea where they had originated. Slugma and Magcargo were sending attacks at the ghosts that would sometimes knock them back and other times make them vanish into dust.

Then it hit Hallow. The memory from when they had first arrived at the island. Had it really been only a year before that they had fought these cats? It seemed to have been so long ago that they had attacked, so much had happened since that event.

She moved again as a stray attack headed for her from one of the strange cats. Her fires flared high as she absorbed energy from the group of cats and the attacks that missed her by just a whisker. Her eyes narrowed and looked passed the warring cats to the blackness of the castle’s opening.

She hadn't seen the bridge lower.

In the blackness she could make out faint red eyes.

There are more inside. Why won’t they come out to attack with the others? That thought flitted through her mind like a breeze. She had only just caught it before it was gone. She jumped away from another attack and looked back around until she saw the other residents.

We don’t have a clear enemy, and we can’t fight all of these cats.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused her energy. She could sense more cats in the castle that she couldn’t see along with others that she was unable to identify. The only thing she could rally gater was a sense of dread.

“This is not our fight…”

Description

Name:

Enya
Gender:

Female

Species:

Gible

Type:

Ground/Dragon

Age:

26

Rank:

Nurse

Housing:

Nurse Room 5

Moveset:

Tackle
Sand Attack
Dragon Rage
Sandstorm

Held Item:

Eviolite

Personality:

Careful- Due to her time alone she very rarely will take any kind of risk. For her, and injury could have meant death. That thought process has remained with her since she returned to civilization. Now that she has more access to health care she's more careful about other aspects of things. More in when she's looking over other cats and giving out medication. She'll take extra time to figure out the exact amount that they will need. When seeing them she goes into great detail, going far over what would typically be done, just to be sure.

Independent- Enya can handle herself very well. Being alone for most of her life has forced her to rely on only herself and her skills. She isn't the kind of cat to listen 100% to things that she told to do. Normally she trusts her judgment in all things due to her growing up that way. It takes quite a bit for her to doubt herself and will noticeably slow down at things she does as she starts to second guess herself. Until someone gets it through to her that, yes, she's doing 100% right, does she fully go back to her normal behavior.

Distrustful- Her time alone has taken quite the toll on her. She learned that other animals only got close to her if they wanted something from her, or to kill her. So there is quite a bit of distrust when others come near her or get close to her. This uncertainty has grown into her work as well. She has a tendency to try and mix up patients by asking a question once, the doing so latter with a different wording.

Moody- Enya has a tendency to go in and out of moods. These moods can be happy, say, angry, and many other things. Unlike her father who became apathetic towards society when he rejoined, Enya is trying to fit in. Her moods are caused by her overwhelming herself to fit her emotions to current situations. Depending on what mood she is in, it is recommended that you tree carefully around her, you can never know when she'll shift to a 'bad' mood. She knows that she has some influence and control over her moods, but she has yet to figure out how to stop them.

Calm- Despite her mood swings, she is normally a rather calm cat. She had to learn to react to sudden situations in a calm manner to help her chances of survival. Due to past experiences, she understands that panicking in a high stress situation spells nothing but disaster. A clear mindset has helped her many times before, and and has been a food part of the reason she was able to continue on with her survival for such a long time.

Patient - Being forced to wait for things such as food, made Enya understand the importance of being patient. She found that there were plenty of things that would happen on their own. Even more, she was forced to understand that she could not rush certain things. Wounds took time to heal. Even with the help of the remedies she knew, time was still needed. Hunting and gathering food, finding plants for medical purposes, finding a safe place to rest, all of these things taught her that time would pass, and she had to allow it to do so at its own pace.

History:

Before Birth

Enya was born to the Flying Elite and a Ranger. The Elite was Marten and the Ranger was Chewy. She was part the first litter of the parents along her sister Amai, who was a Wingull.

The pair was an odd one. Chewy was sweet, kind, and innocent while Marten was known to be harsh, cruel, not always rational. Before she and her sister could hatch their father went missing. Chewy was devastated and thought that he had abandoned them because he couldn’t handle the responsibility of being a father.

That was not the case.

In truth he had been taken by Team Rocket just hours before his daughters could hatch.

Lost and Found

It was months before anything happened. She and her sister grew and were walking around the cave that they called home. The two kits were well behaved and rarely disobeyed their lone mother. They were trusted enough to be left alone for short periods of time while Chewy went out to town for supplies.

One night while they were sleeping Chewy left the two to try and find their father. She succeeded and took him to the Pokemon Center just before the sun rose.

She returned to the cave and took Enya and Amai to see him only to find out his wounds were worse than they had thought. It was weeks before they were finally allowed to see him.

Fire and Brimstone

Little happened as the sisters grew. Chewy had switched to become a Nurse and Enya had eventually decided to fallow in her mothers pawsteps. From an accident she ended up with a kink in her tail.

One day she and Amai had been walking along the shore just talking about their plans for the future. How they would find the right tom and have kits, how they would work at what they loved and make their parents proud of them.

It all happened so fast.

They were on the opposite side of the island where the cats would eventually flee. Suddenly the earth shook and the siblings watched as the mountain erupted. Balls of flaming rock rained down upon them. Amai ended up with a broken and burnt wing and a rock landed on half of Enya’s tail, breaking it and burning the fur away.

The two took cover under the roots of a tree as they watched lava start to run down the mountain that had been their home. They knew that the island was done for and quickly tried to come up with an escape plan.

They used their attacks to knock over the tree they had been hiding under and did what they could to turn it into a raft. Once they managed it they rolled it down the shore and jumped on it. Amai used her Water Gun to propel the log away from the island.

Endless Travel

Amai and Enya grew weak from thirst. They had figured out how to fish for their food but were unable to drink anything. From her knowledge and training Enya knew that drinking the ocean water would be more dangerous to them.

After nearly two weeks they found land.

It was a small island but there happened to be a small spring. They made a fire to boil the water just to be safe. The island was a small one with a small amount of plant life. Nothing edible grew from the bushes or the trees so they were forced to move on once they had collected some of the water to take with them.

They left the island after a few weeks of staying there. Once back on their raft, now bigger and better built for them, they set back off to try and find others of their kind.

Or, better yet, the residents of the old island.

They had been out at sea for another month before disaster struck once again. A storm captured them. Their raft was not able to withstand the waves and broke in half. In a futile attempt Enya tried to hold onto Amai by her necklace, an eviolite that Marten had given her. The chain broke however and Amai was just gone.

Swallowed by the storm.

Enya managed to make it through the storm and washed ashore on a small, abandoned, island. The first thing that she did was rush about to see of her sister had also washed up. Sadly there was no sign of Amai.

It was odd but Enya accepted the possible death of her sister rather well. She seemed to have detached herself from the world and just went around on autopilot. On the island she found more water and some roots to eat. She remained on the island for a little over a month before she decided to move on.

The pattern of her travels repeated for years. She would land on an island and make it a temporary home until she thought she was ready to move on. Once she thought this she repaired her raft, now more of a boat, took many supplies and sailed away to the next island. Some places she would stay for more than a month. Her longest stay in one spot was a year and a half. The island happened to be larger than the others and was able to support her for the extended length of time.

Much time had passed. She traveled alone, not seeing anyone.

She was alone.

She learned more about medicine, learning from accidents and mistakes some of the herbs that could heal specific wounds. There were times when she would land on an island that wasn’t abandoned, but had wild pokemon residing there. Often she would be attacked and had to fend for herself. A few of these battles had her leaving with scars that she would tend to carefully.

She had long since lost track of time and started to look and act more and more like a wild pokemon. She grew to fight for her things and it would seem that she had forgotten how to speak in general. The one thing that kept her from fully going into a feral state was the Eviolite that hung from her neck.

There was a day that she had landed on a small island, only large enough to house a few trees and other plants, when she heard noises coming from the water. Curious she wondered out from her hiding spot to see what was making the noise.

When she got to the shore she saw the body of some strange animal. Wary of it, she got closer. The thing looked to have just died moments ago from some wound on its head. Upon closer inspection she was shocked to see that it was another pokecat. She didn’t know what the pokemon half was but it was clear that it was one of her kind.

What Enya did not know was that this cat was one of the Kalos cats that had fled on the boats. Enya, in fact, was very close Cinawood.

The island provided her with a home for only a few days before she decided it was time to leave. She set out once more, leaving the Kalos corpse behind.

The next island took a good week or so to get to. This one was quite a bit larger and was home to her for nearly a year. Not many things happened during that time. She gained the scars on her back from a wild pokemon that she did not recognize, but not much else had happened.

She moved once again, however was caught in another storm after another week at sea. This one was violent just as the one that had carried her sister had been. Soon she found that her raft had broken. All of her supplies were lost to the angry waves.

By the morning, the storm had calmed and she washed ashore with the remaining pieces of her boat.

She had arived at Cinawood.

Relationships:

No opinion
Acquaintance
Friend
Best friend
Respect
Crush
Love
Family
Mate
Dislike
Hate
Uncertainty/Untrusting
Dead

| Marten
My father... I haven't seen him in years... It's odd to seem him after so long.

| | Chewy
My mom. She was the one to inspire me to become a Nurse. Without what she taught me, I wouldn't have been able to survive.

Kenny
...

Owen
...

RP example: (Hallow from this Group)

Hallow looked at the cats in the clearing with horror in her bright yellow eyes. Her mind could not process the sound of the fighting and it all seemed to play out in slow motion. Never before had there been a conflict like this on the island. Not even the Kalos War stood up to this. The lava cats were being tossed around and ignited the dry and dead grass, bushes, and trees. Water cats were launching attack after attack to try and demolish the Ghost types. The Yamask and Cofagirgus were actively tossing the elemental cats away and taking hits from both types.

The Head Ranger flattened her ears to her skull as the screaming of the three groups finally registered. Everything moved back to its normal pace and the she cat struggled to keep out of the way as she recovered from the disorientation.

She moved faster to get a look at what could be done. There was nothing but horror in this place. The ghost cats would slice through a Shellos or Gastrodon and they would burst into a puddle of water. The water moved back towards the sea where they had originated. Slugma and Magcargo were sending attacks at the ghosts that would sometimes knock them back and other times make them vanish into dust.

Then it hit Hallow. The memory from when they had first arrived at the island. Had it really been only a year before that they had fought these cats? It seemed to have been so long ago that they had attacked, so much had happened since that event.

She moved again as a stray attack headed for her from one of the strange cats. Her fires flared high as she absorbed energy from the group of cats and the attacks that missed her by just a whisker. Her eyes narrowed and looked passed the warring cats to the blackness of the castle’s opening.

She hadn't seen the bridge lower.

In the blackness she could make out faint red eyes.

There are more inside. Why won’t they come out to attack with the others? That thought flitted through her mind like a breeze. She had only just caught it before it was gone. She jumped away from another attack and looked back around until she saw the other residents.

We don’t have a clear enemy, and we can’t fight all of these cats.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused her energy. She could sense more cats in the castle that she couldn’t see along with others that she was unable to identify. The only thing she could rally gater was a sense of dread.

“This is not our fight…”