I'm not sure yet if I will join ;v;
But here's an app while I consider.
- - - - Name: BruthildeAge: 21Gender: Female.
Species: GolbatHometown: Floaroma TownNature: BoldPersonality:
Confident, stubborn, and sincere.
Bruthilde is a woman who knows what she wants, even if it isn't the best for her. Confidence should be her name, for it makes up the majority of her soul. Once she believes in something, she can't be taken of track with ease. Meaning her opinion is rather difficult to change.
Delusion may also be a sad side effect of her conscious. More often then not she will consider those around her to be fans and will change their words to mean some amount of praise. Due to this, she does not feel sadness or disappointment often. She is an optimist, happy to encourage others to follow their dreams. However, which she does support someone's dreams, she will stick to her opinions stubbornly. You think the sun is good? Well it is not! You think tauros tastes better than caterpie? Sorry, no deal, you are merely incorrect.
While her dreams of an opera singer reign supreme in importance, other tasks fall short. Cleanliness is important to being famous, or so this Golbat believes. She adores keeping her home pristine and it is, perhaps, one of the few ways to spark her anger or frustration is to leave a dirty plate behind. Anger can also result from persistent insults to her vocal skills or cleaning. Moveset:
Once there lived the peaceful town of Floaroma in Sinnoh. It was a treasure trove not of coin, but of flowers and scents.Here would be a modest clinic, lit by the soft rays of morning light. Within were two parents, a Crobat mother and a Hoothoot father, and both smiles as a small Zubat girl was held in her mother's arms for the first time. They were sweet parents, flower farmers like many of the villagers. Producing the best looking beauties to ship across the regions and spread smiles across frowning faces. Her mother was soft in every way, even her gut, while her father was more trim and provided a good sense of reality to his dreamy wife. Together they raised their Zubat girl, and ultimately spoiled her.
Bruthilde, like most Zubats, was born blind. She had no sight, nor an understanding of it. Instead she knew smells, and she knew music. Both found a secure hold of influence in her life. She found scent could lead her around just as easily as her echolocation skills. However, while the sweet aroma that haunted Floaroma town never left her nostrils, music brought on a pleasant change. It was always morphing, changing, shifting! And her parents were quick to note their toddler's love of music, for it always brought a smile to her face when they could not get her to stop wailing over this or that.
One of the toys she can still remember to this day was a cheap plastic microphone that did nothing to amplify sound. It was merely there for looks and feel. Yet Bruthilde did not know any better at the time! She sang into that plastic toy every day. When the radio was on and playing a peppy pop tune, or when a slow singing lady came onto the television. The difference between the two devices? Well, she hardly knew, they both played songs for her, so she hardly cared. One was just boxed shaped, and the other like a cylinder. Man, did she know her shapes well!
As Bruthilde grew, she would be put in a dance class. However, this lasted about three months before tantrums plagued her parents. It didn't appear that the young zubat enjoyed dancing, perhaps because her partners often cried out as she stepped on their feet time and again. After that, at the age of eight, they put her in music lessons. It was good for her, and it gave the parents time to relax while their daughter opened her mouth wide and sang her heart out. While she had, perhaps, the most confident voice, it was only moderate in talent. Half of her class being better than her in several ways.
Through the years she would remain in her lessons, while at home she would be schooled by her parents or taught how to properly water the flowers or plant them. To which she would instead play and eat the bugs in the gardens rather than do much work.
Around the age of fourteen she would evolve. With the change in her body came a new sense. Sight. For the first time she could see! It wasn't...actually all that exciting because she found music really had nothing to be seen. People would dance, or merely stand still. However, flowers were gorgeous, and little grub like Pokemon were completely adorable! She could hardly believe she stuffed those cuties into her mouth!
However, another change came onto her new form. Her voice. While she did not notice it as much, others around her did.
It was also around this time she she gained an interest in opera. There was no official teacher of opera in this tiny town, but how hard could it be? She would practice on her own after lessons. She would ask her music teacher, who, for whatever reason, kept encouraging her to forget about opera. Her parents as well were starting to offer her more ideas for her life, though she dismissed them just as her lovely parents just worrying about her future. They didn't need to worry, for she knew very well her talent! They suggested being a chef, opening a flower shop, or helping them on their own gardens, but no no, Bruthilde was a diva and she knew it!
Learning opera from online videos, watching it on TV, and practicing on her own, this Golbat grew up with little success. She was praised for her cooking as she continued to age, even her flower arranging now that she could actually see what she was doing. It was obvious to see that they were growing jealous of her skills. That they had seen such a young woman grow into such a talented young star. Bruthilde would keep up this delusion till the very day she was run out of town. She could not take such a huge fan base! She couldn't take their adoration!
Though, in truth, they could not stand her. Neighbors came and complained to her parents. Her music teacher has let her go a three years ago. And even her loving parents had come to talk to her and either encourage her to move out of town or live a clandestine life as a flower farmer.
She knew they only wished to protect her from the effects of stardom, and so she yielded. For one more year she worked with her family on their farm, but she could not keep up this life! She had to reach for her dreams!
And so she told her parents, taking her saved up money, and a gift from them to head out into the world and find a new place. They were worried, and demanded she send them letters often on her progress. They feared she would fail, while she thought they were eager for news of their little darling's success.Extras:
- Bruthilde has a collection of umbrellas. She never did like the sun and prefers to be out during the night.
- She can cook rather well, but refuses to acknowledge it as her true talent.
- She cooks mostly bug-type dishes, meaning she eats insects for the most part.
- Neighbors came and went often in her small town, normally because they could hardly take her caterwauling in the night.
- Her eyesight isn't all that great. She should be wearing glasses, but she is too vain.
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Art, Bruthilde (c) me
Application (c) PKMNSkies