Much to the surprise of everyone, I am not dead.
I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo. I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone. I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times. Yep.
Hey, I'm very sorry to do this out of the blue and after sliding in a sheet last minute, but unfortunately I think I'm going to have to bow out of this RP. I've been incredibly burnt out with work and some other responsibilities of mine, and it's been difficult to juggle all of the roleplays I'm in. I wish you all the best, and hope everyone has fun, though!
That was, actually, something that Colette could more easily find herself sympathizing with. Though she didn't have enough coin to drown a fluke in, boredom (and the avoidance of) had been behind many of her more ostentatious actions. Chasing after your whims kept life far more flavorful, after all. Even if it occasionally blew up in her face. Occasionally. At any rate, wasn't boredom the whole reason why she was joining in this whole contest anyway? It wasn't as if she was in desperate need of a palace for herself.
So, when Colette nodded, there was an understanding behind it. "Well," she said. "We can't be having /that/, can we? I-"
She frowned down at her misbehaving glove, giving it a gentle tap with her finger. "Hey. What've I said about biting strangers?" The glove, for its part, rolled its eyes, and gave a grumbling huff. Colette attempted, for a moment, a more stern expression, but the fond glint in her eye didn't do her any favors. She gave Avernius an apologetic look. "Sorry about that. He doesn't bite as hard as he used to, but he's still a real feisty one." She scratched it at a spot just at her wrist, which seemed to melt away any attitude the glove had.
She was distracted enough by this that it was fairly easy for Avernius to start pulling her along, though even then, Colette showed no signs of resistance. She let herself be led along, flicking a curious gaze down at her companion before scanning the crowd. "Cheers to that," she said, amiably. "I absolutely mean to brag, but I think I've got a good amount of brawn on me, and we've got the eye-candy covered between the two of us."
Her delivery was entirely matter-of-fact, with not a trace of humility- or even flirtatiousness- to be found. She may as well have been commenting on the colors of their hair.
"Might be good to pick up a scholar with us. Someone from the University, maybe, or-" Colette brightened. "Maybe even someone with an eye for the Correspondence? Could come in handy."
"Must've been real torture," Colette assented. She liked this Lord Valentine, she decided. She often liked a lot of socialites- not the kind with ramrod straight backs and a habit of scoffing and sneering if you so much as set your spoon in the wrong place, but the more...detached was probably a good word for it. Yes. Detached, from the world of your every-day worker and zailor and honest-to-goodness tradesmen. Their world was ages away from where Colette herself lived, and she found them all the more delightful for it. It added variety to the world, and the people she usually associated herself with. And what was variety, if not the spice of life?
Colette returned Avernius' bow with one of her own, sweeping her hat from her head and holding it for a moment to her chest. "Captain Colette Lovette. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, m'lord." The hat was promptly returned to its rightful place as she straightened, and then offered a gloved hand for the man to shake. It was a gamble on whether he'd actually take it or not, but however he reacted, it'd tell her a lot more about the type of noble Mr. Valentine was.
She was well aware of the din that was growing around them. Once she'd wrapped up her introductions with Valentine, she was half-tempted to plant a few rumors of her own, here and there. Nothing major, of course. Maybe something about Devils, or the Masters. Both were mysterious enough that people believed just about anything you had to say about them.
But that would come later. The present came first.
"Looks like there's gonna be a lot of competition," she noted. "You planning on working with a team, or are you gonna try and go it alone?"
@LuckyBlackCat I'm down! @TheNoCoKid Also, I'll try and get my intro in soon. I have a very writing intensive job and I'm involved in probably way too many RPs for my own good, so it's a bit of a juggling act.
"Son of Duke Valentine", eh? And recently booted out of the estate, to boot. It explained why the man had no problem tossing his Echoes around, at least.
Captain Colette Lovette was never one to turn down an opportunity- especially when said opportunity had to do with free booze- and as such, had been floating about the wine garden for some time before the announcement'd rung out. She had contented herself to lounging on one of the many benches that decorated the place, a glass of freshly poured Greyfields in one hand, the shoulder of a doe-eyed young man in the other. It wasn't often that she was able to take shore leave in London, so she was ready to make the most of it, here on this fine Neathy day.
Of course, the thing about London- or anywhere else underground, really- is that you should always be prepared for the unexpected. Like an announcement from the Ministry, for instance. She didn't get why they had to be so vague about it, though. A "miracle" could mean a lot of things up on the Surface, let alone down below. Did the Devils decide to shut down the trains and let the damned go free? Did the Bishop find the face of God in his slice of early morning toast? Is a Master announcing a whirlwind romance with a scullery maid?
Well, there was only way to find out.
So, Colette had uncrossed her legs, snuck her companion a kiss and a coy wink, and slipped off to join the crowd on their march upstreet. She was pleasantly surprised to find that, while she wouldn't consider what they found at the end of the road a "miracle", it definitely looked like it'd make a great afternoon adventure. She wound through the crowds like a buttered eel, and came to a stop in eyeshot of the sign.
Seven heroic deeds, huh? Yeah. Yeah, she thought she could give that a pretty good go.
She watched with some amusement as a few suited gentlemen tried to struggle their way up the fence, only to be held back by some invisible force. It was hard to say what the Mysterious Palace could consider "heroic", given that was more of a matter of perspective than anything, but, still. It was worth a shot. Even if she didn't succeed, it would at least be a fun way to spend the day, and she'd be bringing a little bit of good into the city, too. That seemed fine to her.
"Short a palace?" Colette piped up, above the din of the crowd. "I'm surprised you've been able to last this long in those conditions."
Her lips were parted into a wide, toothy grin, peligin eyes shining with good humor. Depending on what kind of person this "Lord Valentine" was, the comment would either go very well, or very poorly. Either way, though, it was always a delight to meet new people.
(I used a picrew because finding good faceclaims is hard. It can be found here!)
(Art done by shinaka on tumblr!)
Quote: "You're free to admire us as long as you want."
Name: Colette Lovette
Status: Third Year Student at Knight's Academy
Appearance: Colette isn't exactly someone you can lose easily in a crowd. Part of it is due to her size: she shot up to a massive 6'5" through the past few years, not only putting her taller than most girls her age, but many boys, to boot. She has a slender, athletic build, with the sort of lean muscles built up over years of training, exercise, and running around like a Pachirisu struck by lightning. She has waves of chocolate brown curls, long enough to reach the small of her back, though she often keeps it tied up out of practicality. Her eyes are a bright, mischievous green, and her skin, a shade of warm tawny, is smattered over with freckles. More often than not, her mouth is set in a broad, crooked grin, like she's in on a delightful secret you'll be figuring out very soon.
Rather than dress in skirts and gowns, she prefers to wear trousers, tunics, and coats, thanks to the sheer mobility they offer. She does enjoy getting her hands on new dyes, however, and coloring her outfits as bright of shades as she can possibly manage.
Personality: The first impression most have of Colette is that she's certainly a, ah. A rather...colorful sort, to say the least. An upbeat young lady, Colette marches to the beat of her own drum, and is quite proud to do so. She's bold, a complete social butterfly, and exceedingly playful, prone to lightly teasing the people around her. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, whether for better or for worse. While not unintelligent, she's also terribly reckless, and prone to biting off more than she can chew. Additionally, she's also incredibly confident, and doesn't hesitate to talk up what she sees as her best qualities. Given her cocktail of traits, some might assume she's a bit of a ditz, if not an unfortunate queen bee type.
Colette, thankfully, is not.
While self-assured and careless at times, Colette is also a friendly young lady. She's as quick to praise others as she is herself, and does her best to be mindful of the feelings of the people around her. Insults and barbs often roll off her like water off a Ducklett, though if they're directed towards someone else, she will step up to bat if and when necessary. She's also quite clever when she needs to be, with a strong interest in the study of Pokémon, and the dichotomy between different types and species.
Biography: Even at a young age, Colette was surrounded by Pokémon.
She was born and raised in a small village, to parents who devoted their lives to working with Pokémon- albeit in different lines of work. Her father was a medic, tending to the sick, and patching up the wounds of travelers and townsfolk, along with their close companions. Her mother, on the other hand, devoted her time to researching Pokémon, studying them and diligently writing down her findings. Because of this, it wasn't uncommon for the locals to see a baby Colette toddling after much larger creatures, climbing over them, or, later on, following them up trees.
Colette was still quite young when she first met her partner Pokemon. Still a Larvesta by that point, Dustball had had trouble hatching from his egg, and, as such, was taken in by her parents for supervision. The two immediately bonded, developing a cheerfully vitriolic friendship. Sometimes, after all, your adorably fluffy pet decided to bite you. Or burn you. Or chew your clothes. Isn't that what friendship is all about?
One day, when exploring the woods, Colette found herself pursued by a very unhappy Pangoro. Dustball leaped to action to defend her, and in doing so, evolved into a Volcarona. It was then that the two discovered their Unity connection, much to their mutual surprise. Her parents were delighted when they found out, and wasted no time in shipping her off to Knight's Academy to better learn her abilities.
Partner Pokémon + Unity Abilities: Colette's partner is Dustball, her beloved Volcarona. He's, as Colette would fondly describe him, a bit of a bastard, prone to silent snark, acts of spite, and occasionally acts of (admittedly quite gentle) violence. For all of his attitude, however, he does display care and respect towards Colette, and obeys her when push comes to shove.
Colette's Unity Abilities are based largely around moving fast, and hitting hard. By performing lithe, rhythmic movements, she can pick up speed, and improve her magic temporarily. (Quiver Dance) However, the improved speed can backfire on her sometimes, as if she isn't careful, it can lead to her zooming headfirst into a wall. Another set of movements surround her in flames when performed, though if she focuses, she can instead concentrate this fire and spray it from her cloak (Fiery Dance). This gives her a projectile, at the expense of stripping away her defense. Finally, by striking an enemy with her whip, she can sap some of their energy to heal some of her own wounds, though it's by no means a full restore (Giga Drain).
Her cloak can also function as wings, allowing her to join her companion in the skies. Mostly because trying to use a Bug Pokémon as a mount would just hurt both the trainer and the partner.
Likes: - Bug Pokémon. While she likes all Pokémon, bugs are her favorite. - Clothes. She actually fancies herself an a bit of a seamstress, and happily makes herself new outfits whenever she has the time. - Dancing. This is partly out of necessity, and partly because she finds it really fun. - Exploring. - Celebrations, festivals, etc. - Performing stunts. - Getting to know new people.
Dislikes: - Deceit - Fashion faux pas - The kind of people who use unassuming innocents for their own gain. - When people are terrible for literally no reason. - Close-mindedness.
Quirks: - Soaks up admiration like a sponge. - Has a tendency to hang out with the wrong crowds. - Interested in using silk from Bug Pokémon for use in clothes.
[You can leave this empty for the time being. This section will be used to write down what your character thinks of other character in the rp whether they be PCs, or NPCs in the world of the Rallen Region]
Here she is! I'll probably pretty up the page tomorrow, but for now, I just wanted to get her page in before I went to bed.
I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone.
I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo. <br>I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone. <br>I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times.<br>Yep. </div>