Post by Robina Ockham on Jul 5, 2009 2:39:29 GMT -5
Name: Robina Ockham
Alias/Nickname: None
Age: 16, September 19th
Sexual Background: Bisexual
Profession: Trainer
Appearance: Robina's exterior is as icy and fastidious as her personality. Her straight, hip-length black hair is never loose; it is kept in a scalp-acheingly tight burn, every hair sealed in place with a somewhat excessive amount of styling product. Her eyebrows are meticulously shaped and maintained, the delicate skin around them often pink from her frequent plucking and waxing. Her skin is extremely pale, cheeks almost constantly flushed a bright pink, annoying her and leading to frequent attempts to conceal this with makeup. Her dark indigo eyes are set wide apart, her nose large and somewhat hooked, her lips pale and narrow, with a fuller bottom lip. Robina's face might easily be described as striking, though few would go so far as to say pretty. Though not by any means ugly, her expression is often somewhat cold and indifferent, intimidating those who might otherwise have sought her friendship. She is of medium height, at 5'4, with long, toned arms ending in unusually small hands, often described as 'tiny' and 'childlike'. Her nails are short but, like her eyebrows, extremely well-maintained; even and softly rounded, Robina devotes so much effort into maintaining their shape that occasionally the skin around them bleeds. Self-conscious of her small hands and disliking to casually touch things, she is accustomed to wearing a pair of pale dove grey, wrist-length leather gloves, her initials monogrammed on the backs in silver thread. A gift from her mother at age 13, they are one of her most prized posessions after her PDA.
Her build has the hard, graceless look that one often sees in the bodies of obsessive gymgoers, firm but completely untested in any actual life settings. The muscles of her legs are particularly toned; after a youthful classmate had made a careless comment about her legs being flabby, Robina had worked them even harder than the rest of her frame, resolving to make it so that nobody would ever have the slightest reason to mock them again. Her bust is small, her hips considerably more prominent, with her measurements roughly around a 36-29-40. Her feet are similar to her hands, in being of an unusually small size for a mature individual; her shoe size is 3 1/2, leading to the majority of her shoe purchases being through the internet since most attempts to locate attractive, mature-looking shoes in that size tend to end in failure for Robina. Her clothing is generally extremely clean, neatly-pressed, formal, and non-revealing, more like that of a young businesswoman than that of a teenager. Dark grey, navy, black, and burgundy skirt suits with crisp white buttondown shirts, black hose and black pumps with a low heel are her favored manner of attire, though when pressed, she will remove the suit jacket, though will generally complain loudly about feeling indecent in such circumstances. When forced into swim attire, she favors dark-colored one-pieces, though this perhaps has as much to do with her bad body image as it does with her sense of professional modesty.
However, since the realities of travel through a harsh environment dictate a somewhat more relaxed outfit, when traveling, Robina generally wears long-sleeved cotton Oxford shirts tucked into belted knee-lenth khaki skirts, along with thick, dark-colored stockings and brown leather loafers, similar to an outfit a private school student might have worn. She does, however, keep her favorite skirt suit, a bright red one with a somewhat shorter skirt (that is to say, slightly above the knee) handy for the occasional social engagement she expected to attend when she left home. Mainly due to her rigorous self-maintenance, Robina often smells strongly of chemicals, though she makes an effort to conceal it with a fairly strong floral perfume, of the type generally associated with old ladies. After years of orthodontic work and thousands of dollars, her teeth are quite straight, and have been laser whitened on several occasions despite there being little significant staining present.
Personality: Robina is, if nothing else, a consummate control freak. She plans for every possible eventuality, almost neurotically afraid of what might happen if she did not have a plan for something that could potentially happen. She thrives on strict scheduling and regimentation, to the point that, when she is in a situation with little of this, she will in most cases take the lead and create schedules for herself and everyone with whom she associates on a regular basis. She does not seek friends, but rather respectful coworkers, viewing herself as naturally fitting the role of the impersonal boss in any group. While she does make a fairly successful leader, she has suffered from an inability to sympathize with her followers, instead insisting that they follow her orders to the letter despite any (even avoidable) negative results they may lead to. However, despite her cool melieu, when her authority is challenged, she reacts with complete blind panic, arguing completely with anything the other person might attempt to suggest, utterly refusing to allow any compromise to occur. In her world, things must always occur her way, or they will surely lead to hell for all involved. She adopts this 'coworkers' relationship with Pokemon as well, though often treating them with far more affection and sympathy than she would a human peer with whom she was forced to work. She does not like the idea of having tons of Pokemon, or even a full team, rather having just two or three and devoting massive amounts of time to ensuring that their abilities and teamwork are completely established.
However, when she meets an individual who manages, despite the difficulties, to attain her friendship and, in extremely rare cases, romantic feelings, her personality completely changes and she becomes soft, expressive, even coquettish, though this is far more an act than it is anything like her true personality showing. Despite how tricky she makes it for anyone to grow close to her, she greatly enjoys their presence when they do, and desires more than anything to keep them from leaving; it is, after all, far easier to change a plan to include someone than it is to rewrite it to disclude them. When faced with an antagonist, even a minor one, Robina will readily engage in physical violence, though in an extremely crude sense; lacking any real training in fighting, she will simply flail and bite and kick blindly, all whilst screaming only slightly vaguely related (and often completely irrational) things at her opponent/victim. If she is placed into a situation with an obvious pre-existing authority figure whom she will not be able to easily replace, she generally becomes something of a suck-up, in the hopes of gaining their trust and being able to subtly manipulate them towards following her plans in such a way. She enjoys performing domestic tasks such as cleaning and cooking, though the former has a tendency to lead to completely antiseptic results, and the latter bland ones. Though she is intelligent, she lacks any sort of creativity, and is often deeply offended if others press her to undertake anything of a creative nature, claiming that it is an insult to her time to spend it doing something so frivolous. Despite what one might assume, she is blase on the subject of classical music and literature, far preferring the musical genre of electro and the literary genre of science fiction. She does not have any particularly strong feelings regarding the morality of battling, viewing it as simply a method of self-advancement on par with being the coach of a successful football team.
History: Robina was born in Slateport, Hoenn with little to no fanfare. Her father was a mid-level executive in a large shipping firm based in the area, while her mother ran a small incense stall in the city's marketplace. The two were not married, nor were they involved in a devotedly romantic sense; their relationship was one more of sexual attraction and easygoing friendship, stemming from a few years spent as amiable rivals during their youthful, unsuccessful days as coordinators. Neither posessed any particular skill with Pokemon, though they enjoyed the thrill of entertaining an audience with flashy-looking appeals. Robina's birth did not change their relationship in any significant way; in fact, while she was under their care, she was treated more as a roommate than as a daughter. While neither parent disliked her or their responsibilities towards her, their personalities were the same as they had been all those years ago when they were still young and free. Neither household was very strict; on many instances, both parents encouraged Robina to behave rebelliously, even as a young child,viewing it as something that all children had to do to be normal. And in a way, she did; she developed intensely straight-laced mannerisms, seeking to bring order to herself when the attitudes of her parents seemed to be so very careless. Even before she started attending trainer's school, her attitude was more adult than that of most twentysomethings. Her favorite place to be was at the firm where her father worked; she admired its structured workings, the well-defined social lines, the clean practicality of it. She emulated the behavior and speech of the young businesswomen of the company, admiring their apparent strength and competence. At age ten, she developed a crush on the firm's accountant, Ms. Akemi Ito, whom Robin viewed as being the paragon of intelligence and beauty.
Unfortunately, her father agreed with her. Though Robina was not aware of it for the first two years, the two dated on and off, in some secrecy due to company restrictions on relationships between coworkers, with Mr. Ockham attempting to persuade Akemi to be his wife and another mother figure for his young daughter, who he had perceived enjoyed therole models presented by his workplace. Though this may seem a trifle shallow, Ockham and Ito shared geniune affection and feelings of love for one another, though Ito worried about how the girl would really react to having a woman other than her mother in her father's life. Though the young woman was right in worrying, it was not for the reason she suspected. Eventually, the two began dating openly and exclusively, the director of the firm having decided to allow the union due to the importance of the two employees in question and a friendship of sorts between himself and Mr. Ockham based around the occasional after-hours beer and Pokemon battle. With every idea that Robina would wholeheartedly support their relationship, her father told the girl that Ms. Ito was coming over for dinner that night especially for her, planning to introduce the relationship to her as something that would likely become an important part of her future life. Robina, by then thirteen and graduated from the trainer's school where all of her fellow students had regarded her as an uptight teacher's pet, was ecstatic at the thought of spending the evening with the young woman she had been in love with for years. That night was the complete opposite of the hopes of any involved; when Mr. Ockham introduced Akemi as his girlfriend and a very important part of his life, Robina, first shocked, then distraught, did the predictable thing and fled in tears to her mother's (far smaller) house on the other side of the city.
The next three years were something of a misery for the young teen. With little better to do, she applied for and gained an internship at the firm, and spent much of her time there pretending not to notice either her father or Ms. Ito. However, it was far harder to do this during the weekends she lived at her father's house, when it was becoming more and more apparent to her that the two were headed towards eventual marriage. After the first year, they were living together. As Robina began her sixteenth year of life, Akemi and Mr. Ockham announced their engagement. The teen's attitude towards her father and future stepmother became outright hostile. Upset, and seeking to mend the rift that seemed to have occured between herself and the girl that she had thought looked up to her, Ms. Ito chose a quiet, private time to talk to her stepdaughter-to-be and asked if there was anything she could do to make things easier for Robina. The teenager, unable to handle seeing the two together anymore, asked to be allowed to start out on a Pokemon journey somewhere far away, ostensibly for the learning experience it would offer. Happy to be able to do something, the woman bought the girl she thought of as her daughter a one-way ticket for the newly-discovered region, Minako, and sent her off with a hug.
Happy to be able to do something, the woman bought the girl she thought of as her daughter a one-way ticket for the newly-discovered region, Minako, and sent her off with a hug.
Robina, tears dripping from her eyes, watched the woman she cared for grow smaller as the ship that was carrying her to her new life set sail. That night, as she gloomily ate dinner in the cruise ship's steakhouse, a strange boy of roughly the same age as herself sat down unbidden at her table. "So," he asked, "Are you running from the Jennies, or something? With that look on your face, you look like an axe murderer." Looking slowly up from her potatoes, the teenager fixed him with a look far more frightening than the one he had been referring to. "My name's Robina. I'm not running away from anyone. I'm running towards something." And as the realization that she was free slowly hit her, the realization that she would never have to face the humiliation anymore, that she could be anything she wanted, she smiled. "I'm going to be the champion. Now get off of my table."
Other/Misc: Robina's favorite color is beige, she is allergic to plums, and she prefers pen to pencil.
Alias/Nickname: None
Age: 16, September 19th
Sexual Background: Bisexual
Profession: Trainer
Appearance: Robina's exterior is as icy and fastidious as her personality. Her straight, hip-length black hair is never loose; it is kept in a scalp-acheingly tight burn, every hair sealed in place with a somewhat excessive amount of styling product. Her eyebrows are meticulously shaped and maintained, the delicate skin around them often pink from her frequent plucking and waxing. Her skin is extremely pale, cheeks almost constantly flushed a bright pink, annoying her and leading to frequent attempts to conceal this with makeup. Her dark indigo eyes are set wide apart, her nose large and somewhat hooked, her lips pale and narrow, with a fuller bottom lip. Robina's face might easily be described as striking, though few would go so far as to say pretty. Though not by any means ugly, her expression is often somewhat cold and indifferent, intimidating those who might otherwise have sought her friendship. She is of medium height, at 5'4, with long, toned arms ending in unusually small hands, often described as 'tiny' and 'childlike'. Her nails are short but, like her eyebrows, extremely well-maintained; even and softly rounded, Robina devotes so much effort into maintaining their shape that occasionally the skin around them bleeds. Self-conscious of her small hands and disliking to casually touch things, she is accustomed to wearing a pair of pale dove grey, wrist-length leather gloves, her initials monogrammed on the backs in silver thread. A gift from her mother at age 13, they are one of her most prized posessions after her PDA.
Her build has the hard, graceless look that one often sees in the bodies of obsessive gymgoers, firm but completely untested in any actual life settings. The muscles of her legs are particularly toned; after a youthful classmate had made a careless comment about her legs being flabby, Robina had worked them even harder than the rest of her frame, resolving to make it so that nobody would ever have the slightest reason to mock them again. Her bust is small, her hips considerably more prominent, with her measurements roughly around a 36-29-40. Her feet are similar to her hands, in being of an unusually small size for a mature individual; her shoe size is 3 1/2, leading to the majority of her shoe purchases being through the internet since most attempts to locate attractive, mature-looking shoes in that size tend to end in failure for Robina. Her clothing is generally extremely clean, neatly-pressed, formal, and non-revealing, more like that of a young businesswoman than that of a teenager. Dark grey, navy, black, and burgundy skirt suits with crisp white buttondown shirts, black hose and black pumps with a low heel are her favored manner of attire, though when pressed, she will remove the suit jacket, though will generally complain loudly about feeling indecent in such circumstances. When forced into swim attire, she favors dark-colored one-pieces, though this perhaps has as much to do with her bad body image as it does with her sense of professional modesty.
However, since the realities of travel through a harsh environment dictate a somewhat more relaxed outfit, when traveling, Robina generally wears long-sleeved cotton Oxford shirts tucked into belted knee-lenth khaki skirts, along with thick, dark-colored stockings and brown leather loafers, similar to an outfit a private school student might have worn. She does, however, keep her favorite skirt suit, a bright red one with a somewhat shorter skirt (that is to say, slightly above the knee) handy for the occasional social engagement she expected to attend when she left home. Mainly due to her rigorous self-maintenance, Robina often smells strongly of chemicals, though she makes an effort to conceal it with a fairly strong floral perfume, of the type generally associated with old ladies. After years of orthodontic work and thousands of dollars, her teeth are quite straight, and have been laser whitened on several occasions despite there being little significant staining present.
Personality: Robina is, if nothing else, a consummate control freak. She plans for every possible eventuality, almost neurotically afraid of what might happen if she did not have a plan for something that could potentially happen. She thrives on strict scheduling and regimentation, to the point that, when she is in a situation with little of this, she will in most cases take the lead and create schedules for herself and everyone with whom she associates on a regular basis. She does not seek friends, but rather respectful coworkers, viewing herself as naturally fitting the role of the impersonal boss in any group. While she does make a fairly successful leader, she has suffered from an inability to sympathize with her followers, instead insisting that they follow her orders to the letter despite any (even avoidable) negative results they may lead to. However, despite her cool melieu, when her authority is challenged, she reacts with complete blind panic, arguing completely with anything the other person might attempt to suggest, utterly refusing to allow any compromise to occur. In her world, things must always occur her way, or they will surely lead to hell for all involved. She adopts this 'coworkers' relationship with Pokemon as well, though often treating them with far more affection and sympathy than she would a human peer with whom she was forced to work. She does not like the idea of having tons of Pokemon, or even a full team, rather having just two or three and devoting massive amounts of time to ensuring that their abilities and teamwork are completely established.
However, when she meets an individual who manages, despite the difficulties, to attain her friendship and, in extremely rare cases, romantic feelings, her personality completely changes and she becomes soft, expressive, even coquettish, though this is far more an act than it is anything like her true personality showing. Despite how tricky she makes it for anyone to grow close to her, she greatly enjoys their presence when they do, and desires more than anything to keep them from leaving; it is, after all, far easier to change a plan to include someone than it is to rewrite it to disclude them. When faced with an antagonist, even a minor one, Robina will readily engage in physical violence, though in an extremely crude sense; lacking any real training in fighting, she will simply flail and bite and kick blindly, all whilst screaming only slightly vaguely related (and often completely irrational) things at her opponent/victim. If she is placed into a situation with an obvious pre-existing authority figure whom she will not be able to easily replace, she generally becomes something of a suck-up, in the hopes of gaining their trust and being able to subtly manipulate them towards following her plans in such a way. She enjoys performing domestic tasks such as cleaning and cooking, though the former has a tendency to lead to completely antiseptic results, and the latter bland ones. Though she is intelligent, she lacks any sort of creativity, and is often deeply offended if others press her to undertake anything of a creative nature, claiming that it is an insult to her time to spend it doing something so frivolous. Despite what one might assume, she is blase on the subject of classical music and literature, far preferring the musical genre of electro and the literary genre of science fiction. She does not have any particularly strong feelings regarding the morality of battling, viewing it as simply a method of self-advancement on par with being the coach of a successful football team.
History: Robina was born in Slateport, Hoenn with little to no fanfare. Her father was a mid-level executive in a large shipping firm based in the area, while her mother ran a small incense stall in the city's marketplace. The two were not married, nor were they involved in a devotedly romantic sense; their relationship was one more of sexual attraction and easygoing friendship, stemming from a few years spent as amiable rivals during their youthful, unsuccessful days as coordinators. Neither posessed any particular skill with Pokemon, though they enjoyed the thrill of entertaining an audience with flashy-looking appeals. Robina's birth did not change their relationship in any significant way; in fact, while she was under their care, she was treated more as a roommate than as a daughter. While neither parent disliked her or their responsibilities towards her, their personalities were the same as they had been all those years ago when they were still young and free. Neither household was very strict; on many instances, both parents encouraged Robina to behave rebelliously, even as a young child,viewing it as something that all children had to do to be normal. And in a way, she did; she developed intensely straight-laced mannerisms, seeking to bring order to herself when the attitudes of her parents seemed to be so very careless. Even before she started attending trainer's school, her attitude was more adult than that of most twentysomethings. Her favorite place to be was at the firm where her father worked; she admired its structured workings, the well-defined social lines, the clean practicality of it. She emulated the behavior and speech of the young businesswomen of the company, admiring their apparent strength and competence. At age ten, she developed a crush on the firm's accountant, Ms. Akemi Ito, whom Robin viewed as being the paragon of intelligence and beauty.
Unfortunately, her father agreed with her. Though Robina was not aware of it for the first two years, the two dated on and off, in some secrecy due to company restrictions on relationships between coworkers, with Mr. Ockham attempting to persuade Akemi to be his wife and another mother figure for his young daughter, who he had perceived enjoyed therole models presented by his workplace. Though this may seem a trifle shallow, Ockham and Ito shared geniune affection and feelings of love for one another, though Ito worried about how the girl would really react to having a woman other than her mother in her father's life. Though the young woman was right in worrying, it was not for the reason she suspected. Eventually, the two began dating openly and exclusively, the director of the firm having decided to allow the union due to the importance of the two employees in question and a friendship of sorts between himself and Mr. Ockham based around the occasional after-hours beer and Pokemon battle. With every idea that Robina would wholeheartedly support their relationship, her father told the girl that Ms. Ito was coming over for dinner that night especially for her, planning to introduce the relationship to her as something that would likely become an important part of her future life. Robina, by then thirteen and graduated from the trainer's school where all of her fellow students had regarded her as an uptight teacher's pet, was ecstatic at the thought of spending the evening with the young woman she had been in love with for years. That night was the complete opposite of the hopes of any involved; when Mr. Ockham introduced Akemi as his girlfriend and a very important part of his life, Robina, first shocked, then distraught, did the predictable thing and fled in tears to her mother's (far smaller) house on the other side of the city.
The next three years were something of a misery for the young teen. With little better to do, she applied for and gained an internship at the firm, and spent much of her time there pretending not to notice either her father or Ms. Ito. However, it was far harder to do this during the weekends she lived at her father's house, when it was becoming more and more apparent to her that the two were headed towards eventual marriage. After the first year, they were living together. As Robina began her sixteenth year of life, Akemi and Mr. Ockham announced their engagement. The teen's attitude towards her father and future stepmother became outright hostile. Upset, and seeking to mend the rift that seemed to have occured between herself and the girl that she had thought looked up to her, Ms. Ito chose a quiet, private time to talk to her stepdaughter-to-be and asked if there was anything she could do to make things easier for Robina. The teenager, unable to handle seeing the two together anymore, asked to be allowed to start out on a Pokemon journey somewhere far away, ostensibly for the learning experience it would offer. Happy to be able to do something, the woman bought the girl she thought of as her daughter a one-way ticket for the newly-discovered region, Minako, and sent her off with a hug.
Happy to be able to do something, the woman bought the girl she thought of as her daughter a one-way ticket for the newly-discovered region, Minako, and sent her off with a hug.
Robina, tears dripping from her eyes, watched the woman she cared for grow smaller as the ship that was carrying her to her new life set sail. That night, as she gloomily ate dinner in the cruise ship's steakhouse, a strange boy of roughly the same age as herself sat down unbidden at her table. "So," he asked, "Are you running from the Jennies, or something? With that look on your face, you look like an axe murderer." Looking slowly up from her potatoes, the teenager fixed him with a look far more frightening than the one he had been referring to. "My name's Robina. I'm not running away from anyone. I'm running towards something." And as the realization that she was free slowly hit her, the realization that she would never have to face the humiliation anymore, that she could be anything she wanted, she smiled. "I'm going to be the champion. Now get off of my table."
Other/Misc: Robina's favorite color is beige, she is allergic to plums, and she prefers pen to pencil.