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4.30.2022 .: Appdate 4! GROW UP GLOW UP — Shiny Jynx edit!
9.16 - 9.23.2021 .: Appdate 3! She refused to wait for her birthday for new art smh - Updates to age, work, level, and move pool!
3.10.2021 .: Appdate 2! I art real different now.
11.6.2020 .: Appdate 1! Switched from a written app to a visual, and made things all pretty like. Cherry's original app.
General
Name .: Cherry Claret Dream Vidot — only goes by Cherry
Age .: 28 (arrived at 26)
Gender .: Cis Female
Height .: 6’1” | 185 cm (without heels)
Bodystyle .: Curvy Hourglass
Birthday .: September 23
Star-sign .: Libra / Gothorita
Home Island .: Rapture Retreat — K10
Pet Species .: Shinx |♂
Pet’s Name .: Thief
Pet’s Personality .:
Occupation
Job .: Housekeeper / Cleaning Company Owner (Service)
Business Name .: Keep It Clean Housekeeping
Hours .: M — F By Appointment
Current Level .: Medium Business
- Basic and Medium, and Large homes only
- Up to ten clients a week (either recurring or one-time)
#124, The Human Shape Pokemon
Hasty, Strong willed | LVL 32
Ability .: Forewarn | The Pokémon can tell one of the moves an opposing Pokémon has.
Move Set .:
Sweet Kiss | The user kisses the target with a sweet, angelic cuteness that causes confusion.
Calm Mind | The user quietly focuses its mind and calms its spirit.
Teleport | The user switches places with a different Pokémon using telekinetic power.
Ice Beam | The target is struck with an icy-cold beam of energy. This may also freeze.
Personality + Charming | + Dedicated | + Imaginative
○ Hurried | ○ Willful | ○ Sensitive
– Avoidant | – Snobbish | – Self-important
Cherry is quite a charmer. She enjoys the early stages of getting to know people and making connections with others. Her imaginative, expansive mind helps her both in her artistic endeavors and with engaging in natural conversation. Paired with her dedication to the activities and people she finds worthwhile, Cherry can be an enjoyable person to know.
That is, if you can get a hold of her. Cherry is an incredibly hurried person, rushing about her life from one moment to the next. It is not for a lack of time or organization, she genuinely prefers her life at a breakneck speed. She can be incredibly willful, stopping at nothing to keep her life moving on her terms. She aspires for a life of security, comfort, and excitement to break away from the monotony and ritual nature of her life back home.
As such, Cherry can present some snobbish tendencies. She cares about how she presents herself to others and how others perceive her, and enjoys decorum and finer indulgences. In her personal life, she can be critical of those around her and the way they live. She wants the best for people in life, and has a hard time seeing how “the best” to others might not be a shared idea of luxury and refinement.
Cherry has a self-important streak that hinders her ability to engage with others on a deep level. She thinks very highly of herself, her abilities, and what she’s capable of, and this exaggerated view often impacts her relationships. She has difficulty admitting her wrongdoings and shortcomings except when directly confronted with them. Many people have left her life rather than knock her down a peg or two. In her eyes, it’s good riddance.
All the same, no one person can go and go endlessly all on their own, burning bridges in their wake. Though she struggles to admit to this side of herself, Cherry is a deep feeler and highly sensitive, a sensitivity which is amplified by her Psychic typing. Cherry resorts to avoidant behaviors when confronting her emotions, including shutting others out or dishonesty when others get too close. She fears opening the floodgates of her own feelings by growing close to others. She habitually processes her feelings in isolation and a total pause, emerging from this solitude into a disconnected life.
For all of Cherry’s bravado, she is desperate to prove herself, to make something of herself, and to be good to those who stick around.
It’s incredibly hard to be good to those who stick around when no one does, and it’s all your fault. Left for some time in total solitude and a downward spiral, Cherry was faced with a choice: lose herself in her lies, or change.
So she changed.
Facing illness and the consequences of her selfishness forced Cherry to reconsider the ways she relates to others. Her edge of arrogance and blatant disregard has softened some. While she is still uncompromising about herself and her needs, she is easier to glean and relate to now, and better about considering others as well as herself.
Cherry has an air of meditation that’s almost melancholic in her quietest moments as she works on self forgiveness. She wants to learn to fail forward, make mistakes with grace, and grow up. If not for her sake, for the sake of those she owes her messy and imperfect life, and who continue to give her a chance when she’s long run out of them. Especially here; the only land where her prayers have ever been answered.
And while she won’t always be perfect (she knows, and knows the Goddess knows, too) her willingness to try and belief in her ability to change keeps her above the current.
A Dream
Cherry likes to believe her birth was a simple affair. Born under the watchful eye of a normal doctor in a normal hospital, her umbilical cord was cut and she was swaddled into very soft, normal blankets. She was placed into the secure arms of her very normal mother, with her very normal father there to support her as she took her first breaths.
That is not the story of her birth.
She did not come into the world as Cherry.
She was born in her family home on the Seafoam Islands, surrounded by a sisterhood of Jynx women performing a birth ritual to commemorate her arrival. Her father, a Grapploct, was thousands of miles away at sea, unaware as they prayed, sung, wailed, and danced, hoping to reach Articuno’s divine ears to seal her totem and her fate.
They rejoiced at the deep plum stains across her face, pelvis, and backside. She was just as she appeared in her mother’s dreams—a perfect daughter, a Smoochum, a sister in the making. She was Dream.
Her mother, Guidance, was one of the Women, a sisterhood of Jynx rumored to have inhabited the Seafoam Islands for centuries. Folk tales believe the Jynx to be keepers of the islands and have a telepathic channel with their god, Articuno. None of this could be confirmed by an average person of course. Their ceremonies take place away from prying eyes, in secret and and icy caverns, within the mind and spirit.
In her early years, life was picturesque. Dream was nothing short of adored by her parents. Her sweetest memories were with her father, Marco, who looked at her and loved her like she willed the sun to rise each morning. He, a commercial fisherman, could be away anywhere from days, to weeks, to months at a time. When her father was home, all was right with the world. All was normal.
When he was away, the Women engulfed her reality. They were all loving, to be sure, but their attempts to raise her confused and frightened her. Guidance brought Dream everywhere, to many gatherings of the Women. Their rituals were unsettling—large bangs and clangs of color and auric fields and feverish images. Her mother always told her this is where she belonged, but she couldn’t begin to understand. She was just a kid. All she wanted was to be normal.
Even more confusing for her, when Marco was home, the Women did not appear. The shadow of the sisterhood loomed just around the edges of her peaceful life. There were whispers from her mother, about her destiny and the power of her mind and how she got the name Dream. There were notes, baskets left with tinctures and herbs and odd, handcrafted toys that radiated strange energy. Yet that was all they seemed in those times—whispers. Faint tracings of something almost real.
Claret Sunrise
As she came of school age, her father hoped to enroll her in a small community school on the islands. Her mother was hesitant, claiming she loved having her daughter home while he was away. In the end it was agreed, however reluctantly, that some schooling would be good for her, and that she could always be instructed at home if things did not work out at school.
Since Dream was her only name, she could not enroll in school without a legally recognized name. Her father gave her her first and his last, and so she became Claret Dream Vidot—Dream always at the center.
Claret, as she was known outside of the house, absolutely loved school. Though she started later, at 7 years old, it was a blast. She could be around all sorts of different, fun kids her age! She could play and run around and learn from her very kind teachers! Once home from school, she was free to be a young girl, who did her homework and ate all of her vegetables and learned to ice fish on the weekends when Dad was home and practice crafts and songs with Mom.
Claret showed great promise in even the simplest of crafts. Her eye for art was special, and over the years her teachers reported such back to her parents. By the time she was thirteen, her teachers recommended she be considered for arts preparatory school in Fuchsia City, a simple boat ride to mainland Kanto and back each day. Claret was enthusiastic, honored at being recognized by her community and thinking of life beyond the oceans that surrounded her home and the Women.
Her mother would not even hear the prospect. The idea of her Dream so far away, away from the Women, away from the lands where Jynx have been for so long, was unthinkable. A great tension emerged. Claret found herself torn between being Claret, a normal student with a possible future in art, and Dream, the person her mother swore she was destined to become.
She decided not to leave home so soon, to stay in her normal school district and not take up the offer to enroll, no matter how desperately her heart called her to. As much as she was Claret, she was also Dream.
By the time she was fifteen, she started to hear the whispers.
At first they were soft, cooing, and faint. They came in only the most silent and isolated of moments. As they grew, she swore they held the same intonation and inflection as her mother’s voice. When she slept they became louder, methodical, engulfing her dreams. All in her mother’s voice. They only happened when her mother was not around or she was not with the Women. When she was in school, she would hear and see images of ancient times, of the Women, of rituals and secrecy and all those things that so frightened her when she was young.
As high school went on, she was afraid to sleep, afraid to dream and hear these intrusions inside her brain. She was too scared to confront her mother, coming to fear her and the power she was exerting over her. Her father would have a hard time understanding, as so much of what Guidance participated in happened when he was away, in secret.
Instead she would sneak out into the yard, walking around under the peace of the stars. She took to using the snow and ice on the ground to mold shapes and carve images, the cold soothing on her hands and the act of creating relaxed her heart and mind. When she could not sneak past her parents, she would use fishing wire, paper scraps, anything she could get her hands on and into.
As she approached the end of high school, Claret’s guidance counsellors encouraged her to use her strong portfolio for art to pursue an apprenticeship or go to art school. Working around other artists, away from home, was all she could ask for. The whispers she heard only seemed to repeat one word: Home. Over and over, she was inundated with the thought that after high school, she should stay home. Even though every impulse within her knew this wasn’t what she wanted, her mind was flooded with thoughts that were not her own.
She’d had enough.
Very quietly, as late nights passed and her graduation approached, she packed up her most precious belongings. She wrote her Dad letters, explaining what the past four years entailed, and passed them to him in quiet moments before he was off to sea. She did not want her mother catching wind of her thoughts, and did not know the extent of her access.
By the time her graduation came and went, she had convinced her mother she would be staying home. A ceremony was set for her full induction into the Women, at the next full moon, for her to evolve into a Jynx and remain on the Seafoam Islands. One week before this, in the middle of the night, Marco arranged for one of his boating companions to ferry Claret to Vermillion City, where she would accompany her Dad across the sea to Johto’s Olivine City.
Ripen
And so, she left. With her departure, she was met, at last, with silence.
For the first time since her youth, Claret was no longer subject to thoughts that were not hers. Her dreams remained vivid, but she did not dream of the Women. At this distance, her mother’s psychic abilities no longer held sway in her mind. She was free.
Her father, with the assistance of his work, was able to subsidize payments for an apartment that Claret could live in. Technically, it belonged to both of them, but since he was often out at sea, it was effectively her home to pay for and take care of. He helped her settle in for several weeks as she adjusted to life on her own terms. As he headed out to sea, Claret saw a golden opportunity before her. Her life began anew again at nineteen, and this time it was a life all of her own making.
After a period of rest, she had to find work to support herself. She took a housekeeping position with a local cleaning company to keep food and a roof over her head. On the side, she continued honing her sculpting skills at a community arts center, offering studio assistant services in exchange for materials and apprenticeship.
She positively loved her life. The pulse of life in Olivine City, the sophistication of the people and artists in her circle, the technological advancement, everything struck her as perfection. She found herself in a life too big to be held by the name Claret. Dream had already gone, left on the Seafoam Islands. It was her turn to name herself.
At last, she was Cherry. Just Cherry.
At first, Cherry kept her head down and worked hard, making a reputation for herself. After many years she secured recurring work from high paying clientele. Exposure to an elite, comfortable lifestyle was both a blessing and a curse. She had the means to remake her life, but now she wanted more for herself, perhaps more than was realistic for the place in her life.
She rushed headfirst into her youth, making up as best she could for the years she felt she lost. She became extravagant in her spending, buying luxury items and experiences with her extra money just because she could. She wanted lives like the people she cleaned for. After all she had experienced, she saw no reason why she should not live a good life. When her Dad would visit her, he expressed worry about her lifestyle. Her spending and extravagance was getting the best of her, and she was falling short of her commitments.
At first, she was pained by the truth of his observations. Partly, she was struck by how unfair it felt that she could not have it all right away. She could not skip to her fantasies of wealth and comfort without the work to back it. She would have to earn it.
She sold most of her extravagant items and started to save money judiciously. She enrolled in a personal finance course in her free time, and was directed by her coworkers to take some community college classes on business ownership, since she had a natural ability to attract clientele. She enrolled, eager at the prospect of having a successful business that could help her achieve her dream life.
At the end of the course, her class was given a list of places accepting applications for businesses in conjunction with completion of the program. Raccolto immediately grabbed her interest. An island chain, alive with all kinds of different people, where she could live completely on her own terms?
This time, she felt ready. Nothing could stand in her way.
Cherry set off once more, hopefully for the last time, to fashion a life all her own.
As it goes, a life all your own isn’t easy to fashion. It’s harder when built on façades. All that Cherry tried to bury in sweet names and soft looks, of Claret and Dream and the night she disappeared, dug itself up ugly and glaring. She might have called her first year and some on Raccolto sweet if not for the weight in the back of her mind that her time was running out — her body was changing with or without her.
It was subtle at first. The way her hair went from her ear to her shoulder in the span of spring to summer. How by the fall, any strand she cut was back by the morning. She hid her fear in smiles and ignored texts until her markings were raised and bright like the moon. Cherry found it all falling apart for a time; she didn’t show for work, sidelined those who reached out, and even when she tried to show up in public and save face, it all reminded her that her Psychic power was building. She could barely keep her eyes open at the worst of it, sleep beckoning her more than waking.
There was only so much makeup and lies could do against the truth. On an early spring night, with the moon new in the sky as it was when she left home ten years ago, she started to evolve. With her mind eroded from neglect, Cherry made a desperate attempt to stop her evolution and physically lashed out against her only friend left, None. Harming the most important thing to her — tangibly and irreversibly — was a sobering wake up. With every coping mechanism gone and only the moon as her guide, Cherry followed a long road over the seas surrounding Raccolto, back to faith and belief, and asked the Goddess for her grace in exchange for all she believed she had: her beauty.
She woke up the next morning at the foot of the spring. Her hair that glowed with the full moon and grew in one strand down to her ankles was still there. Cherry ran her fingers through it and muttered her thanks, over and over. When she leaned over the spring’s edge to splash water on her face, she grabbed her neck. It wasn’t the red of blood moons but the pink of cherry blossoms. She was heard. Received. Forgiven, maybe.
Cherry stood again, her dress too short to reach her ankles as it did the night before. The whole way back to her boat docked at the Sacred Isle’s shore, she kept her thumb against the pulse of her neck, saying thank you with each beat and step that she got to try again.
She would do it right this time.
Talents .:
- Ice Fishing — Cherry and her dad spent a lot of time ice fishing when he was home. She loves a good, chilly day spent on the ice.
- Sculpting — Cherry has a developed skill for the three dimensional arts. Her favorite mediums to sculpt with are ice and clay.
- Cleaning — Cherry certainly knows her stuff about keeping tidy! She can look at a stain and tell what kind of cleaning agent will do the trick.
- Dream Recall — Though Cherry is does not actively lean in to her psychic typing, her ability to recall dreams is unusual. She remembers the images, the textures, the colors, and the people who appear as though they were her own memories.
- Textiles — Cherry deeply enjoys textiles, especially clothes! She loves to coordinate cuts, colors, and patterns, and loves nothing more than peeking into people’s closets or living rooms. She’s also proficient at using natural dyes from her childhood spent making her own clothes with the Women.
- Due to an advanced, untreated case of the skin condition Moonrot as a Smoochum, Cherry’s max hair length is only a few inches. Strangely, only one lock of hair at the back of her head grows to a healthy Jynx length.
- Her long lock of hair is not prehensile, but it is emotive. It waves when she’s thinking, curls when she’s happy, and goes limp when she’s low energy.
- Cherry’s lips and the back of her neck still tingle when another Psychic type is near. Spending so much time with None has made her more comfortable with Psychic energy — they’re even practicing Teleport together! (Cherry’s aim needs a lot of work.)
- Has acclimated to a more nocturnal lifestyle from her solitude and late walks. It’s rare to see her in the morning after the sun’s fully up or before the high afternoon.
- She’s more open and accepting of her dreams, and keeps a dedicated dream and life journal with drawings, interpretations, and moon cycles. Might be open to talking about dream symbols and meanings if you ask really nicely and she’s in a good mood.
- Given enough time, Cherry can get a voice down and mimic it convincingly, just as wild Jynx appear to speak in a language that is near human.
- Does not want to hear Lock of Jynx hair jokes, thank you. And no, she will not give you hers. The long lock will grow back if cut, though! (Don’t try it.)
Courtship
Sexuality .: Lesbian
Status .: Single
Marriage Item .: A cherry tree sapling planted for her.
"...! Thank you. I love you."
Loved Items .: Authentic gemstone jewelry, unique clothes, Choice Specs, Everstone, Never-Melt Ice, Ice Gem, Moon Stone
"Wow this is gorgeous! Thank you!"
Liked Items .: Mirrors, nail polish, fruit, Big Pearl, Star Piece, Twisted Spoon, Psychic Gem
"Aww for me? This is cool~."
Disliked Items .: Hand-me-downs, low quality items, peppers, spicy foods
"Yikes. Keep it."
Hated Items .: Lock of Jynx Hair
"Is that MINE you little—"
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