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Group: Persona
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The Persona
How you found OZ: Advert in Legacy originally. Been lurking a while.
Expectations in OZ: Mostly, I wanted to find a Pokemon roleplaying site that had something new to offer - and this really is it. As far as expectations go, I expect to have fun, really.
Your Roleplaying Style: For this character, it's easiest on me to go all 1st person and such. It's not always the case - normally I do third person, though I've been known to slide into first fairly easily. Description is being done third person because it's a bit easier to get it in more human terms this way - but the rest is in first person.
Reason for choosing [your] character: I was reminded of the wood-sprites from movies such as Princess Mononoke, and wondered what would happen if one of those sprites grew strong enough, perhaps wise enough to exist away from their trees - to become, in essence, something else. Then I wondered where 'she' could be played...she demanded to come here.
Mod Preference: None, I like the differences that people can bring to the table.
Oracle Guide Color: Powder blue, please and thank you!
Difficulty Mode: Da Best
Comments: This is likely to be rather involved, because this character likes my muse. Or my muse likes this character, they haven't decided yet.
The Character
Name: Korupi
Age: Unknown
Birthdate: November 21
Sex: Female, in human understanding.
Hometown: Somewhere in a forest far far away...
Description/Sprite: Korupi is...unusual, to say the least. She's evolved, so to speak, far enough from her previous form that she's not the tiny, diminutive (but still powerful and mischievous) Kodama that she used to be. She still has some of the features of a Kodama - most notably, the round head and round, oddly shaped eyes (one larger than the other) that show what's behind her rather than an actual eyeball. Also kept is the ability to spin her head entirely upside-down, though she can only do that in one direction at a time (in other words, she can't spin it in a full circle), and the pure white body of the tree spirits.
She's lost the ability to go completely invisible, though she can become misty in form. Her other powers she kept - namely, the power to speak the languages of the trees and plants and convince them to grow strong and healthy. Sometimes she can speak to the creatures, Pokemon as humans call them, and understand what they say in return. This gift is sadly not as accurate as it once was, but it's more accurate than charades. Her powers only really work with plants and lesser animals, and the earth. She can't turn a desert into a forest or anything like that, but she can talk the bushes in a desert into drawing up water for her or her Pokemon, or find food easier than most.
Besides traits that she's kept from her ancestry, she's evolved her body beyond what one would expect from a Kodama. She's managed to take a humanoid shape, said shape based off of those she saw from her hiding places amongst the various trees and shrubs of the region she came to claim as her home. Her head was a bit too round, and her eyes way too odd, but she found that she could blend in with a bit of practice - so long as she kept her body to the size of a young child, no older than six or so.
She chose this age because children typically have a larger head in proportion to their bodies than adults did, and their heads tended to be more round as well. She didn't quite get the nose right on her face (it always came out a bit too flat), her smile didn't always involve facial movements, her ears were a bit too pointed, and her long, straight dark brown hair acted more like tiny vines a lot of the time, but she tried her best to emulate the human body. She did manage to form her body into a very close human form, with arms and legs and fingers and toes, but she didn't quite understand what lay underneath the skin, and as such her fingers and toes were far more flexible than a human's, and her arms and legs tended to bend at impossible angles when she wasn't really paying attention.
Still, she tried, and was mostly successful at being able to blend in. For clothing, it was typically made up of bright green leaves and almost invisible spider silk, the only thing she really had on hand - and it was a lot tougher than one would expect, having been infused with the natural sort of magic of a kodama. Even when she'd started her journey and made money to buy actual human clothing, she kept to her leaves and spider silk, as it reminded her of her forest homeland.
To hide her very odd eyes she couldn't really think of anything, so she decided that she'd just have to bear the staring and get used to it. Her voice, once she started to develop it, carried a sort of oddity to it - clicking and such from her previous form blended into her voice, making it even more obvious that she wasn't human. It wasn't something she could (or wanted to) get rid of; just another thing that would set her apart from others.
She carries around a fairly large bag in which she keeps important things, and which is also made of leaves and spidersilk (but darker leaves than those that she wears). As far as accessories go, she's sometimes known to wander with flower bracelets and the like on - nothing man-made, almost universally.
Personality: I've always been a calm creature, calmer than most of my brothers and sisters - other than my mischievous streak that caused me to play pranks on harmful visitors to my forest, that is. Even now, away from my old forest, I'm no fan of humans. I don't try to stay away from them or anything like that, as that would be impossible now. Instead, I do my best to make those I don't like have a hard life through relatively minor things. For instance, making food hard for them to find while they travel, or talking relatively strong Pokemon into attacking - not killing, typically, but harming and possibly forcing back into town.
As for other things, I like to play tricks on people. People I like don't get the harmful tricks (those are saved for trainers and their like, most of the time), while those I do like get the less harmful tricks. Minor pranks and the like; sometimes I use my powers to become almost invisible (something that works only when I'm not wearing anything man-made) and hide, to spook someone. Sometimes I place buckets of water above doors, letting the buckets fall when said door opens and cause unlucky people to become soaked.
But I'm not always mischievous. I like to sit back and relax now and again, in conversation with the very few I've been able to call friend. Now that I've been taught to read, I also spend a good amount of time outdoors, reading. People find me strange and an enigma because they don't understand me, don't realize that I'm not even partially human. I may look like a six-year-old, but even I don't know how old I am - beyond hundreds, likely thousands of years. My forest grew up with me, after all, and it's certainly a magnificent forest.
I don't believe in senseless violence. I'm not a pacifist, not really, but not too far off. I can understand the occasional need for violence. Say, pitting one Pokemon against the other in the name of training, and making one or the other faint, I can understand. But I can't understand why so many trainers are so content to leave the 'losing' Pokemon on their own after they've caused it to faint. Don't they understand that it's a death sentence for a wild Pokemon? I understand that humans don't typically have the money to take care of every wild Pokemon that they harm. But the least they could do is stick around until the other Pokemon wakes up and give it a bit of food and water, right?
Likes and Dislikes:
[+]watching people
[+]reading
[+]drawing
[+]playing tricks
[+]making life difficult for trainers
[-]Trainers and those who leave fainted Pokemon in the wild
[-]Those who don't show respect to nature
[-]Those who abuse Pokemon or people
[-]Most metals, doesn't see the point
[-]man-made food
These are only the most important ones, of course, as even one such as I must have my secrets.
Fears:
I fear for my brethren in the forest that I once lived in. My fate, live or die, is no longer tied to my tree, but their fate is tied to their trees. If my old forest dies, so do they.
That after all my adventures, I will die. I fear death not because I am scared of it, but because I do not know what, if anything, comes after it for one such as I. But I know that even once I do die, whenever that is, it will only be after many thousands of years.
Wishes:
My main wish right now is to see if it isn't possible to cure these humans of their silly ideas of actually having to kill living things to do more than 'survive'. I understand that they will not likely give up their homes, but why did they decide that killing other living beings was necessary to truly live? Some understand my point of view - namely, the breeders that I have followed and spoken to. It gives me hope that, given enough time, humans can come out of this barbaric-ness.
History: Since the time that I came into existence, the time that my original tree took root, I've only ever cared about my trees and the animals that choose to stay in my forest - and to spread my forest as wide as I could get it. I used my influence in the forest, my power to speak, to help out those creatures in need. I haven't always been successful, of course not, but I've only ever tried to help, to send those nasty humans, with their pollution and their stealing of our animals to fight against each other and their insidious natures.
There have only been a handful of humans worth helping in my forest, those who respected the trees and the animals enough to do their best to cross without causing damage. Those we let pass freely, and helped when they asked for it. But any other stinking humans, no, those we refused to help and caused trouble for. Humans, thinking their the highest forms of life - they disgust us. We came into existence thanks to our trees, so of course we thought highly of the trees - but they came into existence, it always seems, to cause us harm and to keep us from spreading our forest like we were supposed to, like nature told us to.
So successful were we, in keeping our little protected forest alive, that some of us began to change. I was the first, as I was the first to come into existence with the first original tree of what was now a magnificent forest. It began with small things - I started becoming curious of the humans, wondering what they were doing and why they kept invading my forest. It was soon after that, while I patrolled the borders of our land, that I started watching, peering out from the safety of the forest in wonder.
Why was it, I wondered, that the humans sought to capture the animals, the creatures they called Pokemon? I followed a couple of those 'Trainers' through my forest, followed by my fellows who were changing as well, and watched as they used their own creatures to battle creatures of the forest. Sometimes they left the creatures for dead once they were fainted - these we called upon our brethren to help and to heal. Sometimes they captured the injured creature, and we felt mild anger (overpowered by our curiosity) towards them. We wondered what they were doing, why they felt the need for this.
We also watched those that called themselves 'breeders', and came to realize that these humans that were respectful of our forest, were the ones we inevitably came to care for. These were the ones who pitted creature against creature - yet, once the other creature fainted from exhaustion and sheer damage, they came forth to use their odd mixtures - the spray bottles and such - to heal the damage that they had caused. We came to realize that there were many different kinds of humans in the world.
Most of us, after coming to this realization, were then content to go back to their old lives. However, I was not of this group. My curiosity didn't wane - I continued to watch the humans, to learn their ways. Over time, my body shaped itself to look more like them. It took many, many more years before I felt that I was strong enough to actually leave the trees, though I could not do so for long periods of time just yet. I needed more time, but that was okay - I had all the time in the world, so long as my forest lived.
I delegated my tasks out to those I felt were worthy, something that I had never done before. Our kind were born of the forest, were meant to stay in the forest. But I felt some odd sort of call, and I knew that my ending, whenever it came, would not be tied to the forest and would not come while I was in the forest. So it came to be that instead of my forest, it became our forest. Over time, it even became their forest. With this squared away, I let myself leave the confines of the forest for trips amongst the humans.
This time was spent exploring and finding out more about these humans. My disgust for the majority didn't wane, not even when I found out that those that we hated the most, the most destructive humans, called themselves 'trainers'. These trainers felt that it was necessary to nearly kill wild creatures ('Pokemon', I continued to remind myself - I wanted to be able to blend in, as much as possible for one of my kind, with these humans someday) via using their own cre-Pokemon, in a sick sort of training exercise.
While I 'studied' these humans, they never seemed to have a very easy time of it - the cr-Pokemon they came across were more vicious, stronger, than expected, or they tripped over seemingly nothing. They almost never had a good night's sleep - unexplainable noises kept them up late, or something of the kind. Food was hard to find almost always, except the kind that Pokemon ate that never seemed to taste good to humans. A lot of little things added up, in other words, to make their lives horrid.
I understood that these c-Pokemon became stronger after each fight, but I didn't understand why the trainers felt that it was okay to leave the opponent Pokemon there, injured to the point that would mean death for the average, and not try to help. It wasn't until many years later, nearing the time for my leaving of my beloved forest, that I came to understand that most of those trainers were naive, and didn't realize that their way would kill off so many. It didn't excuse them of their acts, but it finally made sense why these Pokemon were being more or less killed so often.
The breeders, on the other hand, were ones who seemed to understand that Pokemon, if left injured so badly, were likely to die. Over time I decided that when I took off on my journey, I would masquerade as one of these breeders, as their relatively caring way was more to my liking. It would give me freedom to raise Pokemon, something that I was planning on doing anyways, without senseless killing.
During the time that I made these short ventures, I was not strong enough or human-esque enough to be able to actually venture into towns. My spying of a sort was only on those who wandered on their own journeys - almost always, those that I followed were trainers or breeders.
It wasn't for a good many years, even after my decision that I would journey beyond my forest as a human-ish breeder, that I felt strong enough to leave my forest behind for good. I said my goodbyes to my brethren, explaining that I likely would never be back - not because I didn't want to, but because there was a whole world out there for me to explore. They didn't really understand, not having the curiosity kindled in them as I had, but I hadn't expected them to.
The first place that I went to, once I left, was a city close to the forest. Mostly, I was going to test out my ability to blend in with others. My first steps were hesitant, my eyes kept to the ground thus lowering my head a bit, but I didn't seem to have attracted too many odd stares. The longer that I stayed in this town, the more comfortable I felt; it wasn't home, but it wasn't too much of a danger to me. I began to learn small things, like the fact that I should teach myself to speak and that humans didn't eat the things that I did (though that, I couldn't help).
Over time, most of it spent lingering around this town that was fairly close to my old forest, I learned to speak and to perfect my image of being human. The food I ate I couldn't help, nor could I help what I looked like or sounded like, but I did manage to blend in in a couple of more minor ways - such as body language, and learning when to keep quiet and when to speak up. As I was seen as a child in these humans eyes (I amused myself by thinking of their reactions if they found out), any slip-ups were passed off as me just not knowing any better.
As for a name, I called myself 'Korupi'. I liked the way it sounded, and knew these humans would need something to call me. I didn't choose a 'surname', as that would cause assumptions of me being birthed at some point; while it would help me blend in better, I didn't want to offend myself at the simple thought of being born instead of coming into existence as I had.
After I became comfortable in my new body, and around people, I began to ask questions. Simple questions, of course, things that didn't seem strange to come from a kid. Over time my questions became more complex (even though my body never seemed to age), and I began to learn of this thing called a 'library' that could, as I was repeated reminded, answer all of my questions.
My first venture into the library taught me that I would have to learn to read, as I'd never though about needing to before. As a kodama, we spoke a dozen different languages to each other (though no human could come to speak them) and to the Pokemon of the forest, and we never felt the need to write anything down, as we were never-aging as long as our trees lived, and there was no need to pass messages on, as our forest was never too big for a kodama to cross almost instantly.
I found myself a tutor in one of the breeders that lived in town; he was one of the few people that I met that I could call friend. He didn't question why I would want to read, having heard stories from others about my endless questions, nor did he question why I showed such intelligence. Even to this day, I think that he knew - knew that I was not human, was far, far older than I should be for the form that I took. Of course, just one look at my eyes would tell you that, but most humans never seemed to see what was right in front of them.
So over the next couple of weeks, I learned to read and to pronounce the words that were on paper correctly. In thanks to the breeder, I gave him a couple of recipes for his Pokemon that would keep them healthier than anything else ever could, with the stipulation that this stayed between me and him. I gave him the freedom to share the recipes with fellow breeders, but asked that he keep the source to himself, and to never share with a trainer. He didn't question this either, just smiled and agreed, and told me that it was our little secret. I really did like this guy, by the way.
Now able to read, I entered the library once more, intent on perusing some of the 'myths' and folklore. As a child to the eyes of men, I knew that I wouldn't be questioned to carefully if I kept to this - but really, the reasoning behind this was different. I simply wanted to know more about what people thought of as myths, and this was a convenient way to do so. Of course, I never expected to find this odd little book, this journal-like book called 'The Oracle Zone'. Nor could I explain the sort of pull that I had towards it; I knew that it wasn't something...usual, to say the least.
I picked this book off of the shelf and took it to the front, smiling brightly at the librarian, not caring that my smiles were a bit creepy in the fact that they didn't always involve facial muscles. Another thing that I could do nothing about. The librarian smiled hesitantly back at me and I inwardly sighed; she quickly had the book checked out to me and then I was on my merry way.
I went outside and settled beneath a tall oak tree towards the outskirts of town and opened the book, not knowing what to expect...
The Contract
Have you read the THE IDIOT'S GUIDE TO RULES: Of course!
If you mysteriously vanish, could OZ use your character as NPC? How long shall we wait, if yes?: Yes, and I'd recommend waiting at least 6 months unless I say otherwise at some point in the future.
OZ has a beta CharCom or Character Community system where all approved characters are used as NPC in everyone's journeys. In this, your character may have different roles in someone's life in a character's journey. When your character is used, you would be paid royalties (depending on how major and how active the [your] character is). The timeline/universe won't be changed, which can affect joint journey processes. If you are unwilling on some points, you could compromise with us, like have a post involving your character be approved by you first and so on. You can ask us to limit your character as minor or static if you wished. If this idea totally doesn't appeal to you, you can flat out refuse. Write your answer below.
I agree to this, but I ask that you send anything related to my character be sent to me first. If I don't reply within 3 days, then go ahead and post it - I really don't know what my schedule is going to be like in a couple of months.
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Korupi
