AUBRE

[Aubre [~]]

The Player

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OOC Name: Feather

Age: 16

Gender: FEMALE

Other Characters: None at the moment, I have some planned for later.

The Character

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Name: Aubre D. Erbuu

Aliases: Aub, Mouse, and Persimmon [ her father's nickname for her]

Age: 16 years old

Species: 1/4 Mouse Neebu and 3/4 human

Planet of Origin: Earth.

Gender: Female.


Current Standing: Part-time student [she mostly goes to online courses].


Detailed Appearance:
Allow me to introduce to the stage, a very unremarkable cross breed. For the most part our dear Aubre appears all human, and she sure as hell knows that her “race” has never helped her in any situation.

To begin with our dear friend is short by human standards, and only stands at 5’2”. Most of that is taken up by an non-muscular, undefined torso, and long spindly legs. Unlike most girls her age [human ones anyway] her breasts border on non-existent, and are usually covered up with the folds of an extremely loose hoody. The jeans she usually wears happen to be from her grandfather’s home planet, and have the consistency of silk. They may change but the hoody up top never does. The dark grey piece of fabric is littered with dry rot, and holes. Judging by the inside, and seams it was once a pleasant black color, but years of wear and tear has faded it to a storm grey. The hood is almost always pulled up, and obscures a lot of the girl’s hair and face.

Underneath the hood one would find a bright tussle of orange hair, it looks like it was cut in a horrid pixie cut. The bangs hang down in front of her eyes at random lengths, obscuring her dark lashes, and dark green eyes. A few scars are also obscured by the bright locks the gingery color gets her teased more than anything else. Underneath the mess of hair one would find two little discs, which happen to be mud brown in color, and covered in soft velvety fur. Don’t Pull on them, they happen to be attached. The only other part of her grandfather’s heritage one can find is a thin wormlike tail. Or maybe her mousey personality.

The girl is dotted with freckles, a few happen to be grey, and scars run down her face, and a few tiny ones up her arms. For the most part she is unremarkable, and constantly hiding herself behind big baggy clothes, and an amazing ability to blend in with the walls around her.



Strengths:

• Intelligent
  
• Polite
  
• Easily goes unnoticed
  
• Happens to be good with plants
  
• Good at sneaking around

Weaknesses:

• Shy
  
• Only understands how to take orders, and is terrified to think for herself.
  
• Paranoid
  
• Horrid with cooking
  
• Has a hard time standing up for herself
  
• Terrified of dogs and cats.
  
• Unable to swim.

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Personality:
Aubre sweet Aubre. Our dear little girl is much more reflective of a mouse than either her father, or her grandfather. While they were rather popular kids, who later went o n to save others in the military, Aubre has always been rather stand-offish, or at least she has been so after the "incident".

Now my friends Aubre is commonly called "shy". The thing is she is not afraid of talking to people, but is afraid how they will react when she talks to them. The girl prefers to keep her mouth shut, and reply with mindless "yes"'s then take a chance at angering the person she is currently conversing with. While most people would laugh when someone was annoyed or embarrassed by what they said, Aubre curls in on herself, and drops to her knees to kiss some ass. The girl is afraid that every stranger is a possible abuser, and a criminal in disguise.

Now most people consider a vivid imagination a good thing, not our darling here. The morbid imagery that constantly has a grasp on her head makes her life next to impossible. Every time she talks to someone, she begins to imagine gruesome scenes, and horrid things they do for a living. The gothic kid down the road--yes he is a devil worshipper, who believes in virgin sacrifice. No doubt he is currently examining her for te next meeting, and offering. The ideas range anywhere from simple liars, to all out serial killers. While to us it may be humorous, the girl is plagued by these images, making proper communication difficult. A vivid imagination cages her in, clips her wings, instead of freeing them.

Now Aubre is not all bad qualities--in fact she is extremely polite with her words. Being born on her father's homeland, she still occasionally trips over the customs of Earth, but for the most part is a very polite girl. So polite in fact that she seems to be more of an example from a manner magazine than a real person. Now her posture tells how anxious she is to run away and hide, her eyes constantly move while she talks--but at least she is never mean.

Let me clear up Aubre for you. If she was being held up by a man with the gun, and he dropped it, she would pick it up. When he asked however, she would quickly hand it back to him. No need to make him angry.

The girl tries her best to be a fly on the wall, to blend in, but her heritage sometimes makes it hard.

Aubre is terrified o f most earth animals. In fact they are one of the reasons she likes to stay inside.

Wow what a shitty life, bowing and scraping to everyone. Aubre did have friends, and is sometimes downright adorable with her bashfulness, and her easiness to tease. The only thing is, she is not used enough to earth to really trust anyone. Try. You'll be amazed, though occasionally you might be "Rapist" instead of "Rupert".

Prized Possessions:
Irguu the Bonsai Treetle - It is a crossbreed of a turtle and a bonsai tree, and moves once everyday. In Aubre's small apartment it happens to be her only friend. The tree has a name, and happens to be extremely well taken care of. Occasionally it opens its eyes and toddles about the room, but for the most part it is a stationary little landmark in her stark room.

The Hoody- It was what she wore on the day her parents left, and she hangs on to it as some kind of good luck heirloom. It now serves as a security blanket, and a reminder of how cruel the world can sometimes be.

History:

Her grandfather fell in love with a human girl, and had three children. One of those children stayed with him, while the others went to earth. Twenty years later one of those who had went to Earth came back with a baby in his arms, and a wife at his side.

Allow me to introduce Aubre's parents. The girl spent most of her young life with the Neebu , and was constantly picked on and harassed. So much so, that she developed a fear of people and their lashing tongues. Her father and mother fared no better, and after seven years the pair gave up and returned to earth.

Three years later they disappeared into military service, leaving their daughter with a dear family friend, one who happened to own a flower shop. The girl never got over the feeling of being abandoned, and clung to the hoody that she had worn on their last day to remind her how much her life sucked.

The girl smelled of mouse to the creatures of Earth, and she repeatedly assailed by dogs, snakes, and cats.

About three years ago her mother and father sent home an allowance, and wrote at the bottom "for a pet". The girl promptly went to the pet store, where the animals instantly began to riot. Terrified she ran toward the counter, bumped into the owner, and knocked a flower pot to the floor. The clay shattered on impact, the tiny willow tree, on a shell began to move, causing AUbre to shriek.
"OH MY GOD DEMON TREE!"
Feeling extremely bad for the odd creature, she bought it from the shop , and went home. A few days later she named it IRGUU , the name for a species of tree on her home planet.

The letter never arrived.

To be more accurate, another letter never arrived with money.

The letter that told of her parent's death in a battle against pirates was lost as well.

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At fifteen school , and the remarks became too much, and she promptly dropped onto an online course.

Her parents faded from her memory. Irguu and the somewhat cold Tam [her benefactor] were the only things she had left.

Her parents abandoned her [ in her mind] and likely became strippers.

None of her school friends call any more...

It's rather lonely you know?


[IT SUCKS. BUT. I need to get this puppy done, and open this place up, so WA-LA]


Roleplay Sample: It was nothing like home--and it did not even hold a candle to that dump. Nada Citadel. The second was filled with horrid stenches, stray mangy pokemon, and poor peasant like people packed into buildings like sardines in a can. The roads were nothing but cracks with band aids of dark tar smeared over them. The sidewalks were more grass than cement, hardy little shoots tickled at feet exposed beneath sandal straps. Everyone looked haggard, and the glass ceiling was covered in mud splatter, and streaks from poor glass cleaning. The school was nothing more than a waste of space filled with slacker teachers, and morons. What an absolutely wonderful place. Don't you agree?

This. This--junkyard--could not so much as hold a match to that dump. It had no streets to speak of, no cans to pack the sardines in, the sidewalks were nothing but large boulders thrown up against shacks. The grass was not overgrown, the trees had stretched out their grubby little roots into the derelict buildings themselves. People resembled something from the seventeen hundreds, or at least their dirt covered doors did. A few rows of vegetables grew to the side of the boulder path, and a few lithe figures lay bent over the greening leaves.
"...disgusting."
These. These righteous, mindless fools. Pravus had offered every one of them a decent job, where they could put their brains to use, and instead here they squandered it tilling up dirt and growing cabbage. Scientists and their morals--no , no-- scientists in general were disgusting creatures.

The wilderness would have done better to have swallowed this entire place whole. The thing that had given it life, the thing that had put this shoddy little village on the map, was now nothing more then a junk heap to the south.
--

The man that currently strolled through Barkwish did so with confidence. The dress shoes that drug through the dirt path did so evenly, and with self assurance. The pants that licked the ground directly above them were caught somewhere between suit pants and jeans--delicate little ivory pinstripes were visible in the storm colored fabric. The black shoes were matched perfectly to the tailored dress shirt that was wrapped around the man's torso. A vest of the opposite coloring of the pants sat at the fellow's waist. The hat upon his head had been switched from the normal top hat to something resembling a fedora. A silk band wrapped around its base, ending in a delicate bow on the left side. The gloves at the ends of the ebony sleeves were ivory, and currently resided in the vests pockets. Occasionally muscles were visible just underneath the fabric. Golden eyes slowly shifted upward, settling on a glowing pile up ahead. The messenger bag at his side swung to a stop in time with his legs.
"...Hrmm. Innuendo. What kind of fools would let that building turn into scrap metal?"
Irritation was now visible in his pursed lips, and hooded eyes. With no reply from the creature beside him, the man continued on.

The people that walked by stood shoulders above him, and a few even offered friendly smiles to the "child". The Pravus official merely nodded back, the smile not returned.
"Minds wasted and turned into useless piles of flesh...."
The man murmured to the bird at his side, lips pulling down in a frown. The landscape changed from packed dirt to padded, green grass. Dandelions and a path alike were crushed beneath his feet, rocks themselves seeming to move out of his path.
"Innuendo--you're trailing off the path ..right.."
The man murmured, the ears beneath his hat twitched underneath the metal holding them underneath the hat. The spring gren hair seemed to stand on end--but the man never once turned to look at the Xatu. How had he known it was going the wrong way? Intuition.

Shoe shod feet came to a stop, one planted on a former window frame, the other on a plate of shattered glass. The gloved hands slid from their pockets, as the man knelt, and opened up the bag at his side.

Wide childlike eyes turned toward the building, the golden eyes glimmered deep in a child's face, and only the thin, scarred lips spoke of experience. That. and the fact that the eyes lacked any form of emotion.

The claw like fingers slowly closed, and tugged upward.

--

The bird behind the Pravus official walked forward in a brisk manner, the smile on its beak was filled with gaiety. A faint blue glow emanated from around its feathers, filling the sky with glitter. The bird towered above its trainer, bright feathers practically the same shade as the "boy's" green locks, pink beak remained stubbornly closed at the questions. No doubt Enigma knew how much he felt the same. The bird was the same as always except for the bright white top hat that perched upon his head. Occasionally the Xatu whistled.

Underneath the shadows of the hat's brim a black band was tightly cinched around the bird's eyes. The bird was blind. Which would explain it wandering off course every once in a while, but its psychic vision would let out a gentle tug and pull the Xatu back on course.

The bird stopped right behind its master, wings folded over its chest, wing tips pressed together solemnly.
"...You are not the only one who admired him.."
The lyrical voice murmured quietly, its trainer replied coolly:
" I know."
The voice was too deep, too self assured, and much too manly. It did not match the slight lithe frame in the least.

Gloved hands opened back up, and a bouquet of vibrantly colored flowers dropped onto the ground at his feet.

A sign glittered above the expensive greenery:
" Professor James--Remoor Scientist. Remoor's Pokemon Lab."
The original starter lab lay on the ground in front of Enigma, metal twisted into sculpture like shapes, the edges blackened by heat. After a few moments of silence the odd, dead, voice spoke out again--the words shocking even the Xatu nearby.
" The man was a worthy adversary.."

--

The Pravus official had turned away from that however, and now stared into the encroaching forest.
"Spying is not the least bit polite."
"It sure isn't~ come on out doll~"

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A brown shape currently leapt from shadow to shadow down in the village, bright eyes glittering in a football shaped face.
"..so nice to be out..now what was it I was supposed to get..pokemon hyrdazoniors or whatever it was poor cruel master said?"
No one answered--of course.

[Fiuth]

Very long and descriptive-ish, Feath. By the power in vested in me by you....I approve.