NORDSTROM, Dmitria 'Demi' [WIP]

[kitsoun]

Name:

Dmitria 'Demi' Nordstrom.
Definition: Dmitria: 'The Goddess of Harvest'.
Nordstrom: One who came from, or lived near, the north river.

Age:

Nineteen.
809 BBRW, on the Autumn Equinox.

Race:

Half-elf.
She believes herself to be human.

Occupation:

Merchant's daughter.
Tertiary.

Allegiance:

None.
As of yet.

Physical Description:

Face Claim: Sian Abbott

As if in accordance with her date of birth, Dmitria can almost be called a personification of Autumn. Her appearance is not the cold of Winter nor the warmth of Summer but the transition between the two. Her half-elven lineage enhances her features but does not make her look beyond human, bequeathing the girl with high cheekbones and a regal brow - and, of course, her ears are beginning to taper off as her years grow. With a height of five foot seven, her frame is slight and willowy, built for speed and aerodynamic maneuvers rather than brute strength.

There are not many distinctive features about Demi that could catch one's eye. The uncommonly freckled cheeks, perhaps, but the brown and eyes brown hair would label her with the classic 'plain jane' stereotype.

Personality:

History:

Roleplaying Sample:

From another site of mine, The Mysste Region:

( ' Eggs are delicate, Mister. You couldn't handle holding one! ' )

( ' But eggs need hugs, too! ' )

( ' Nevertheless, just one of them is - ngh - half your size! ' )

The somewhat anxious conversation between the lizard and the mouse went quite unnoticed by their trainer, and they continued to rant, the aforementioned fire-type being quite hypocritical as he staggered and struggled under the cyan egg's weight. The polished shell's surface slid easily through the salamander's clawed grasp and he grunted in frustration, heaving it upwards to cuddle it closely to his bosom. Mister padded along concernedly beside him on all fours, tapered ears flickering wildly to and fro and making the Charmander dangerously peeves. Well. Not dangerously so, but enough that his inarticulate sounds of annoyance (which were usually well concealed) were indeed easily heard by the Pichu. Either way, the electric-type didn't seem to notice, and as the unofficial hug-giver of the group, he found it his job to nurture the eggs with the warmth and affection hugs usually offered.

That is, if Theodore wasn't so stubbornly adamant on his conclusion that Mister was simply too small and weak-looking to handle holding the egg (which contained a Riolu, according to Parker). The trainer in question was walking along contentedly behind the two bickering Pokémon, humming softly to herself and splaying her fingers along the beige surface of the second egg in the party- one with a Meowth inside. It had been mildly cracked when she had found it, and upon inspection by the local Nurse Joy there was bound to be some problems with the baby Pokémon. Problems that Parker was quite certain they could overcome, but the fact that the normal-type would be more vulnerable made her maternal instincts flare whenever she was around the sublimely toned egg, thus preventing her from allowing either of the two members of her party from holding it.

Which, of course, meant that Mister was left pouting, Theo was left in charge and just a little bit smug, and Elizabeth was left painfully oblivious to the whole exchange.

But that's besides the point. Currently, the trio were strolling through the infamous Destiny Park, the objective being to help Mister evolve. What with the recent visit to Santa Snorlax's grotto (which made Parker squirm excitedly at the memory every time), the young Pichu had been granted the ability to evolve, if only to a Pikachu. Elizabeth knew - well, perhaps not knew since the Pichu hadn't told her outright; more like assumed - that Mister's worth to other trainers had decreased severely because of his inability to transform into a more mature (and breedable, apparently) Pokémon. Parker had only gone to Santalax's place to try and fix that problem, if not for her own team's sake than for the mouse's. Perhaps it was just a little bit selfish of her, but she, like others, was a trainer who wanted to be successful too- and having strong, happy Pokémon on her team was an essential key for that. The bespectacled girl gave the beige egg a final pat, almost hearing it purr, before glancing at her two Pokémon and clearing her throat obnoxiously to get their attention.

" You ready to evolve, Mister? " She asked lightly, not missing the gleam of excitement in the yellow Pokémon's eyes before he scurried nimbly up her body and perched on her shoulder, hugging her neck tightly.

( ' You bet! ' ) The electric-type exclaimed, his body giving minute shudders of excitement as he completely forgot about giving the Riolu egg a hug and focused more on the battle that was inevitable. Parker gave a light chortle, wincing lightly as a stray thread of electricity caught her bare skin, before scratching the mouse under the chin. Smiling at the Charmander who promptly sat down to rest as soon as she stopped, the trainer brought a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun and searched for a someone who seemed like a befitting opponent. Mister cheerfully tried to help out by pointing out random Pokemon and people who were simply lounging about, but none seemed like they'd be willing- until the girl spotted a rather gaudy haired woman standing a little ways away with a Chansey and an Eevee by her side. And judging from her somewhat bored expression, she could be up for a battle.

Parker abruptly began walking again, chuckling slightly at Mister's squeak of surprise, approaching the femme until there was a respectable distance between them that allowed for an appropriate conversation but still gave enough berth for a good battle. The Pichu on her shoulder nimbly somersaulted downward, hiding his whole body behind Elizabeth's leg's, only peeking his head out when she spoke. Theodore, perched down beside her and still holding the masked blue egg protectively, regarded their new company with a calculating expression. The teen raised her hand to wave slightly, her expression, posture and tone completely amicable.

" Hay there! I'm Parker, and this is Mister. " She gestured to the Pichu behind her legs, who waved sheepishly with red tinting his muzzle, before speaking again.

" You wouldn't be up for a happy-battle, would you? "