Name: Evanna Hart
Age: Twenty (20)
Gender: Female
Personality:
Evanna is quiet – she's the book worm type, though she's by no means unfriendly. She's just a quiet person, really. She'd rather sit to the side and read a book than deal with a crowd, and she likes to enjoy herself more than to stress out. That's not to say that she's a slacker – she's actually the opposite. She'll get things done as soon as she can so that she won't have to worry about them later. She is prone to forgetting things, especially losing things, but that's one of her goals – to get better about that.
Evanna is more likely to deal with a select group of close friends than to have a massive group of semi-friends. She prefers familiarity, that feeling of knowing almost everything about whoever you're with. She's happy-go-easy, though not bubbly. Call it a unique upbringing, but hers was one that shaped her personality. She has two families – two sets of people that love her. She's got a semi-adopted brother... Needless to say, she doesn't really have problems getting along with people so much as understanding them.
Her private school education kind of helped with that. She stuck to her books, while others (richer others, really) stuck to themselves and their friends. Evanna is somewhat withdrawn, preferring to be spoken to before she speaks, but she's not afraid to make first contact. Once she makes her mind up to do something, despite her education, she can be stupidly stubborn, though Tres figured out when they were younger that shaking her (yes, physically shaking her) can sometimes make her rethink things.
She's got a bad habit of trying to do everything at once. She's trying to focus on one thing at a time since she's arrived here in Kutho, trying not to overwhelm herself. The last thing she wants to do is run back home to her mother and admit defeat – she's also ridiculous about things like that, too. She hates to lose.
Appearance:
Once upon a time, Evanna focused a lot more on her appearance. Now, however, that she has no appearances to keep up or people to impress, she's a lot less 'perfectly thrown together' and a lot more 'thrown together.' Her hair is black – not anything special by any means, just a very average black. It's not thick and it's not thin, but it's certainly there. The last time she bothered with getting it cut, it was layered, so now that it's grown out, she's got several layers of hair that occasionally manage to flip in any direction that they want to. In school, she was sometimes called the 'kin of Medusa,' because when her hair wasn't restrained into a messy bun or a tight ponytail, it had a mind of it's own. It's not curly, but isn't really straight... It more depends on the weather than anything.
Her eyes are a nearly clear blue, nearly unnaturally so. She's got ocular albinism, a genetic condition inherited from her parents. Due to this, intense amounts of light can easily give her migranes, and her vision is far less than perfect. Her glasses are squared off, with thick black frames – not because they're old woman glasses, but because they're what's 'in-style.' Or, at least, what was at the time last year that she got the glasses. She's got a very heart shaped face, with a scar on the hairline of her left temple from that tell-all accident when she was seven years old.
Evanna tops out at five feet and three inches, and is considered short by many people. She's not thin, but she's also not overweight – health and fitness were always a big thing in the Hart house. When it comes to clothing, she tends to go for comfort and durability over anything else – of course, now that she's on the road all the time, that's a good thing. She's often been known to wander without shoes, as she hates them with a fiery passion rivaling a million red hot Charizards, but when the need arises, she will wear them. Call her a... casual hipster, if you will.
History:
The story of Evanna's birth is one of confusion, to say the least. The earliest details didn't come to light until later in her life. Gary and Melissa Rown brought home Evanna three days after she was born, the baby having been held for respiratory problems, being born nearly two weeks prematurely. All of the ultrasounds had the pair expecting a boy, so when they were handed a little pink bundle of female bawling, they were surprised; nevertheless, they loved her. They simply switched out all of the blues for pinks, and their little family was happy. She was an easy baby, never causing grief of any sort. Her preschool teachers loved her, and she got along well with the other kids in her classes. She was considered a rising star, always a step ahead due to the constant nurturing by her loving parents.
Until someone commented that she looked nothing like either of her parents when she was five years old. Both Gary and Melissa were born and raised in Goldenrod City, where they still lived. They were both brown haired and brown eyed – nothing spectacular on any front. So when her second grade teacher commented that the then seven year old, black haired, blue eyed girl looked absolutely nothing like her parents, the hard questions started bouncing around in their heads. Evanna never noticed that anything was wrong until her father was screaming accusations at her mother, who was hurling things across their living room. Melissa Rown filed for divorce the next morning after dropping Evanna off at school.
The seven year old was convinced that she'd done something wrong, so she tried to talk to them about it. Together, apart, neither of them would listen. Two days later, when her father had finally finished packing his things and was in the process of moving out of their medium-sized apartment, Evanna finally realized that it was really happening, that her daddy was leaving her. Blinded by confusion, misery, and guilt, Evanna took off down the stairs and into the street – both of her parents didn't even notice that she was gone until they heard the squeal of the tires.
She was taken to the emergency room of the same hospital that she'd been born in. She'd been hit by a large truck – it was a miracle that she managed to survive at all, let alone sustain the minimalistic injuries that she did for such a potentially fatal accident. In total, she had four broken ribs, a shattered collarbone, three breaks in her left leg, a concussion, some minor internal bleeding, and nerve damage that seemed to be preventing the total motor functions of her right hand. Both her mother and father had attempted to be blood donors to save their daughter's life, but it was discovered that their blood was incompatible. Both of them were O+ donors, while she was an O- receiver – there was no way that she was their biological child. She was kept in the intensive care unit for three days before she was moved to a regular room, which she shared with a boy that had the same birthday as she did.
She was still mortified about her parents' pending divorce, so another kid's presence in her life, no matter how short it may have been, was appreciated. They spent a total of three days together in that room, both bound to their beds, before their mutual birthdays. Her parents were still shell-shocked over the news that she wasn't actually theirs, but at the same time, they still came to visit for her birthday. They met her room mate's parents in the hallway, and that was when Melissa finally understood.
Sarah and Marcus Hart were both dark haired, and Sarah had the same blue eyes that Melissa had always marveled at on her daughter. She stopped them all in the hallway, told them what she thought. It all seemed to make sense, so the four parents went to the hospital administration and demanded to see the records of births from eight years (to the day) before. Sure enough, there were discrepancies – highlighted. The hospital staff had noticed their mistake in handing off the wrong babies to the couples, but no one had ever informed any of them. Melissa and Gary were the boy's biological parents, while Sarah and Marcus were Evanna's.
It was decided that day that they could switch their children back – that eight years wasn't too long, that they could all be right again. It was crazy news for the children – Evanna had found out that her roommate's name was Tres – to try to comprehend, but while they remained in the hospital, their things were switched, and Evanna was taken home with Sarah and Marcus while Tres went home with Melissa and Gary. It would be another year before either of the children saw each other (or the parents that had raised them from infancy) again.
Each year, on their birthday, they would be brought together. Melissa and Gary, having realized that their reasons for fighting were false and that they still loved each other, had terminated the divorce proceedings, and Tres got along well enough with them. Evanna had problems with her biological parents, at first – being immigrants from Saffron City themselves, they did things in more odd ways than she was used to. These problems continued to escalate until she turned ten, when she first attempted to run away.
She didn't make it far. She hit one of the city's underpasses and found a homeless man's corpse – shaken, the girl could do nothing but sit and stare at it. Nearly six hours passed before her mother found her – Marcus had gone to the Rown's home, hoping to find her there. Evanna and Sarah sat there for another hour, talking about Sarah's mother and the sanctity of death and the afterlife. Evanna's grandmother had once been one of the trainers that trained at Sabrina's gym – Sarah had been taught of ghosts and death early on, which was one of the reasons that they lived so differently than Evanna was used to. Instead of avoiding things that were unpleasant or ugly, the Harts embraced them, made them a part of life. Sarah's ghost type Pokemon had always frightened her, but now she somewhat understood.
Returning home from that experience was one of the hardest things that she'd ever done, but it was easier afterward. Nothing particularly important happened – she continued her visits with her 'brother' and her one time parents, though they became more often as the families became closer. She grew into a strong, independent, and somewhat knowledgeable young woman, getting accepted into a private high school when she was fifteen. She graduated there with top marks at seventeen and then spent two years at home, helping her mother and father pay the bills by getting a job as a helper in a local Pokemon daycare. Once she turned nineteen, she had saved up enough money for the trip to 'start her life,' as she'd started saying, referring to her intended trip to the Kutho Region. Realizing that she was an adult and was capable of making her own decisions, Sarah and Marcus let her go, reminding her that she'd always have a home to return to.
Rival's Name: Tres Rown
Rival's Age: Twenty (20)
Rival's Gender: Male
Rival's Personality:
Tres is quite the loud one – the opposite of his semi-sister in every way, he loves the crowds. He loves attention, and has a rather interesting habit of making grand entrances. Considers every moment practice for his acting career, and lives those moments to the fullest. Breaking his neck and being confined as a boy made him realize exactly how fragile his life really is, so he doesn't bother with any of those stupid 'social rules.' If he thinks you're a fat sow, he's going to call you a fat sow. He's very prioritized – step by step, he always goes in order.
He's a very nice person. He'll offer you the shirt off his back if you're in need of it, but the first time that you take advantage of that, he won't ever forgive you. Ever. He holds grudges and resentment like no one's business, and isn't afraid to yell and scream to get his point across. You don't threaten him, or his Pokemon or friends, without getting a rise out of him. But for all that it's entertaining, Tres is a big fellow, and he took judo back in Goldenrod. He'll whoop up on you if it's needed.
Despite his step by step, nice guy ways, he can still easily forget the important things. Like feeding himself. His Pokemon, he'll remember, but himself, not so much. His current goal is to find himself a Pokemon that will get him noticed, get the spotlight put on him. Since he doesn't have a Pokemon of any sort yet, that's the only thing he's really thought of – step one, get a freaking awesome Pokemon. Step two, be the greatest actor ever. And that's as far as he's gotten.
Rival's Appearance:
Tres is a bright, noticeable person. His goals in life have always been to be noticed, and this is obvious with his rather... interesting choices of clothing. He'll wear a scarf in August, and usually, most of his clothing doesn't match. It doesn't clash, because he's not a total idiot when it comes to fashion, but at the same time, nothing really matches. It all usually blends.
He's got brown hair and eyes, and much like his parents, is nothing spectacular. He's recently been measured at six feet even, so he looks down on a good number of people. Not personality wise, of course, but literally. He's got a few acne scars, and is rather scrawny and lanky. He likes to pop his neck in front of people – ever since he's broken it, the pops are disgustingly loud and odd sounding. So he gets reactions out of people with that, and he likes it.
Tres is a very... expressionful person. He makes odd faces at just about everything, and he tries to be the joker, even though he's just not that funny sometimes. Quoting books and movies are big for him – after all, he's going to be a star!
Rival's History:
As you might imagine, the story of Tres's birth is identical to Evanna's. He was a much more difficult baby to deal with, as he constantly screamed and wanted attention from parents that were far too mellow to deal well with such a... loud child. They loved him, though, despite having been prepared for a girl. They lived in a fairly large house in Goldenrod City, the money from Sarah and Marcus's trainer and contest days running long into gym and business investments. They never really wanted for anything – everything was well and good.
Until the day that Tres decided that he'd rather be a bird Pokemon than a human and tried to jump off the second story roof. He was seven years old, nearly eight, and had managed to break his neck. When they took him to the hospital, he was kept for days, scanned infrequently to make sure that there was no major nervous system damage. He was placed in a room with Evanna, who was too injured from her car accident to even get out of the bed – Tres was quick to get up and entertain her, despite the strict orders from the doctor that he stay in bed. The pair made friends quickly, and while their parents were in the halls and the offices of the hospital finding out the truth about their children, the pair was talking about their futures, what they wanted to do. Tres's first comment was that he was going to be the greatest actor of all time, second to his desire to be a good Pokemon trainer. Evanna commented that she wanted to be a writer, and they started making plans, as children do, of mutual fame while she wrote the parts that would make him a star.
It was a joke, when they were nine, when he called her sister. The first time that they'd seen each other in a year. But it seemed to stick, and she started calling him brother as well – and it fit, as they both shared two sets of parents. The years continued on, meetings becoming more frequent, him getting on quite well with his biological mother and father. He graduated from the public high school when he was eighteen, having saved up money to go out adventuring. Always making plans, he was, but the first one was to get himself a Pokemon that would get him noticed. One that people couldn't ignore. So, on a whim and a dime's worth of a dream, he bid farewell to his families (the same day that Evanna had) and started off – the problem was, neither himself or Evanna knew that they were both going to Kutho.
RP Sample:
It most certainly wasn't her first time flying. Mama and Papa had taken her to Saffron City to visit Grand-mere several times over the years, and Melissa and Gary had taken her places when she was a girl. Maybe it was because she was flying alone that she was so nervous – the plane was massive and there wasn't a familiar person in sight. She'd miraculously gotten a window seat, which she was incredibly pleased about, and the flight attendants had all been nice... Staring out the window at the runway where they were set to land and ignoring the click of the business man's keyboard (he'd been quite enough, thankfully) that was tittering beside her, she swallowed, realizing that perhaps it wasn't so much the flight as it was the idea that she was totally along in an entirely new and strange place.
Wasn't the first time, in her opinion, but still. The plane landed, the jostling making her grit her teeth (like it did every time, she'd noticed) and blink hard as they waited to dock. Once everyone was getting off of the plane, she remained, waiting for the crowd to clear a bit more before she tried to get her things down and ended up making someone angry at her for clogging the exit. Once she was sure that she had enough time, she reached up and got her bag out of the overhead bin, shouldering it with ease. She only had two – it wasn't like she was going to be moving into a place or anything, so she only really had what she needed. Money, clothing... the essentials. Everything else, she'd been assured, would come to her.
Finally off of the plane and enjoying the air (not that it smelled that great, in an airport this crowded) outside of the plane, she looked around, heading to pick up her other bag before anything else. Just from her glances around, there seemed to be a large number of people here that were her age – the sun glinted hard though the window and she squinted, having to turn her head to the side so that she could continue to watch for her bag. Sure enough, just a few minutes later, it popped into her sight, and she trotted over to get it, dodging people that were much larger than she was. Checking the name on the bag just to be certain, she slung it over her shoulder, pulling her mother's note out of her pocket so that she could make sure she did everything. (1) Get bags. Check. (2) Exchange money. She glanced around, squinting at the signs that were just beyond her vision as she tried to locate the kiosk.
She sighed, starting towards the nearest airport employee as she noticed the other girl. However, before she reached the girl, the sign she'd been looking for hit her notice – she turned towards the indicated direction and grimaced, catching on a monitor in the corner of her eye that the next flight for this terminal wasn't due to land for another three hours. Maybe the Arceus awful crowd would be gone from there by then. She found herself a chair and sat, pulling a worn book from her backpack. Old stories of knights and princesses and Rapidash... When she lifted her attention again, there were only two people waiting at the kiosk. She put her book away and set off towards the place, getting her money exchanged in no time. Once she stepped away, she looked at the note again.
(3) Get starter items. Okay, she could do that now. The line was a bit longer, but it was only about a ten minute wait, and soon enough, she'd received her PokeNav and the two potions... for Pokemon that she didn't have yet, sure, but that would all be remedied soon enough, right? She made her way out through the terminal exit, gazing around. Okay, so it was crowded out here too. She glanced back at the note. (5) Visit the Professor or something! Okay, so Mama wasn't so clear on that one. Another line was beneath it, a phone number. ”Oh, Mama.” She sighed, putting the number into her PokeNav and calling the woman to let her know that she'd arrived alright and that everything was going well. So far, so good!
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