Post by Hotaru on Apr 18, 2010 16:06:40 GMT -6
[/font][/b]Hanakonoe Hotaru
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance : At first glance of this natural beauty, most are able to ascertain her privileged upbringing. The first thing many recognize about Hotaru are her silken raven tresses which elegantly flow to the small of her back. Next would be her eyes, dyed a rich auburn hue which reflect an almost otherworldly depth. If, by chance, one was to peer beyond these nefarious optics, they would encounter a refined kindness deep within the girl. Her skin is a supple peach pigment, devoid of blemish or any other flaws. The young heiress stands at just 5' 5", however, she is still able to hold the attention of a large crowd thanks to her larger than life personality.
Equally impressive is her extravagant attire. A crimson shirt tightly hugs her torso, accentuating her already voluptuous feminine wiles. Just above her bosom is a gold and mother of pearl ornament, created to match the bangles worn down her left arm. A simple sable cotton skirt hangs delicately from her hips and cuts off just north of her knees. A thin leather belt is obtusely draped over her waist, trimmed with gold spun thread. High alabaster socks crawl just below the fringe of her skirt, and luminescent obsidian shoes cover her feet.
In addition to her daily wear, Hotaru travels with luxurious and high end equipment to help "ease" her way through her journey. Her pack is a crimson drawstring bag that hangs comfortably off the back of her shoulders. A spacious, luxury, weatherproof tent for two is also carried with her, however Hotaru cant seem to figure out how to assemble it so it often stays rolled up tightly to hang below her knapsack. A matching weatherproof sleeping bag sits perched atop her pack while she travels and is used every night when she is forced to camp.
Shoved to the bottom of her drawstring bag are a few changes of clothes, as well as a coat for chilly region, designer boots for treks through muddy trails, and a small collapsible umbrella to fend off sun and rain alike.
Personality: Much of her personality is derived from her upbringing. Spoiled from birth, Hotaru has had little experience with cooking and cleaning…making travel unpleasant for her and anyone so fortunate to accompany her. The heiress’s communication can only be described as direct. Her sharp tongue is often mistaken for arrogance or sheer rudeness, despite the fact that most everything that leaves her lips is laced with some truth. Sarcastic and witty, many find her prickly disposition unpleasant, and often try to avoid displeasing the girl to prevent a verbal assault.
Another defining characteristic of Hotaru is vanity. Though she feels a small tinge of guilt, nothing pleases her more than looking her best. Her vanity is perhaps only matched by her pride. With a slight superiority complex, the girl has trouble accepting others are better than her, even if she is clearly outmatched.
Despite her mortal sins, Hotaru isn’t a bad person. A genuine and honest girl, those who can tolerate her cactus like personality will find an ally and a friend willing to stand up for them should the situation arise. The idea of chivalry has been instilled with her since birth, and the heiress works to repay debts she has incurred.
Background: The biography of Hanakonoe Hotaru begins long before her birth. Deep within the verdant lands of northern Harushima lay the small region known as “Chrysolite Forest.” The Hanakonoe lineage began here with an ordinary man named Matsuda. A run of the mill farmer, the man ran a small plot of land with the help of his pokemon. Spending most of his time far away from civilization, the man had created many remedies in order to avoid arduous and lengthy journeys to pokemon centers. Many years passed as the man happily lived in solitude, constantly developing new and improved herbal formulas to cure his pokemon’s maladies.
One fateful day, a young girl lost her way in the forests, clutching the slumped form of an oddish in her arms. Crystalline tears streamed down her face as the frantic lass aimlessly meandered through the woods. Out of sheer serendipity, she stumbled upon the Matsuda’s cabin. Because of her frantic state, the medicine man was well aware of her arrival before her fervent assault upon his door began. As soon as the door opened, the girl burst into the rustic home pleading for help. After a quick and calm diagnosis, a special supplement was removed from one of the many jars that lined the walls of the room. In mere hours, the creature had made a full recovery, intriguing her to learn more of these plants. Dedicating her time to be the man’s pupil, she studied her master’s methods and in time, developed some of her own.
That girl was none other than one of Hotaru’s ancestors, and ever since her meeting with the hermit, the path of her family would be changed forever. As generations passed, the formulas became more potent, and the concoctions easier to create. It was Hotaru’s great grandfather that first began to turn the family’s unrivaled knowledge in herbalism into a lucrative business. A single shop was opened in another region, drawing customers from far and wide for the natural remedies to most any ailment known to man. In a few short decades, the shop had expanded into franchises that spanned the continent. The current president of the corporation is Hotaru’s father, who will one day pass on the responsibility to his only child.
Hotaru was born on May 24th to a wealthy man and his wife. The healthy child was taken back to the lavish mansion owned by the president of the medicinal corporation and placed in the care of the servants employed by her father. Sheltered in the grand estate, from a young age the child was educated by private tutors as well as her father. Most of her time has been spent studying, committing information on pokemon, mathematics, and flora that inhabited the world to memory. Though the family mansion is located in Floaroma City, the corporation headquarters is Sunnyshore City, causing her parents to abandon the girl often throughout her childhood.
The older the heiress got, the more she longed for the outside world. Despite her freedom to wander the expansive grounds of her estate, she has always wanted to journey beyond the groomed lawn and perfect flowerbeds she called home. Try as she may, she only had been able to squeeze a few brief and escorted trips to the beach with half a dozen of the servants.
On one of her frequent walks through the meadows, a curious sound danced on the gentle breeze. Intrigued, the teen followed the mysterious song, its enchanting melody guiding her to its source. A strange creature was floating through the air, ringing out a beautiful harmony as it wafted above the flowers. A single pokeball she had stolen from her father’s study expanded in her hand and was carefully thrown at her target. Despite her enthusiasm, the projectile sailed off target, clanking against a tree before opening uselessly on the ground.
Infuriated by her shortcomings, she stormed back to her father’s study and demanded permission to learn how to train and catch pokemon. After all, what good would a president of a Pokemon pharmaceutical company be without any pokemon. However, the young girl was met with stoic silence.
Since her father wouldn’t speak, Hotaru once again demanded freedom from the mansion and the opportunity to see the world before she was to take up the mantle of running a corporation. Astounded by his daughters tenacity, he would finally oblige her request, intrigued to see if his spoiled child would make it on her own in the real world. The most advanced equipment was purchased for her journey so she would be safe, and her new adventure would begin…
Prelude to Adventure. . . :
I hate the rain…
The young woman found herself quickly rushing over the rocky landscape of the forest, darting every which way in a frivolous attempt to avoid the liquid missiles plummeting from the sky. Her delicate garments became heavy with moisture, clinging greedily to her silken skin. It was quite a downpour; something that didn’t happen often this time of year. The heavy ablution began to form small puddles that would flare into a shower of misshapen beads of water as her ebony flats splashed through their surface. The nip of sylph’s cool breath bit her fingertips, causing her pace to hasten back to the cavern where she had been spending the night. Twin jet black tendrils danced in her wake as her strides lengthened, each strand of ebony hair enveloped in the tears of Mother Nature.
Of all the days for it to rain… Hotaru didn’t get out of the mansion as often as she would like to, her duties for extensive schooling made sure of that. Despite her devotion to her family's company, she found the mansion rather bleak and uninteresting. Carved from the bowels of a great mountain, the palace's sepia hues left the exuberant teen hungry for the prism of colors that thrived outside. The light cyan of the sky, emerald leaves on the sparse trees or even the nonpareil allure of a recherché flower sprouting from the rocky soil. Hotaru found life on the mansion grounds so boring she decided to venture out into the world. A right lot of good this has done me…. In fact, the older Hotaru got, the harder it became to find mirth with the mansion. One can only count the tiles that precariously loom over the grand rooms so many times before the sport is lost.
A sigh of relief fled her lips as she neared the threshold of her hide out. Soaked to the bone, her normally exiguous garb had only enhanced her décolletage now that it dripped with the weight of the rain. A final adrenalin enhanced leap placed her at the mouth of the cavern, the inside still veiled with blackness before her auburn optics had time to adjust. Always lost in thought (and in a hurry to escape the deluge) she hadn't noticed that her fire had been extinguished by the wind.
I have to be close to the laboratory by now… She panted, wondering just how far she would have to travel companionless before she was given a partner of her own. Running from the storm had left her exhausted, and in no time she had drifted off to sleep without changing into dry clothes or slipping into her sleeping bag. [/blockquote]
