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In-Character Information
Name : Blacky
Game/Series: Pokemon
Canon Point: Who cares bro she's an OC. But it has been a few months longer for her than it has been for SBG. Let's thank Dana's hissy fit for that one.
Age & Teaching Position: FOREVER ALONE 35, Basic Psychology... once she remembers that part.
Living Arrangements: A dorm I guess
Personality: At first glance, she seems to be a somewhat socially awkward woman who's trying too hard to impress any theatrical talent scouts in the vicinity. Nearly her entire afterlife has been spent in a theatre, and so all of her observations of social interaction have been scripted scenes played out for an audience or strange improvised warm-up games, which she tries to mimic in her own interactions with people - something that proves more difficult than it looks, given that it goes against her timid nature. She speaks loudly without shouting, her vocabulary is formal and verbose, she makes exaggerated gestures at times... and she almost never directly faces the person she's speaking to. This is a mix of being shy and feeling like she should open her body to the “audience” (wherever the largest group of people is). If there is no audience around and she is familiar enough with whom she's speaking, she will have her body facing her companion, but will never make eye contact. She feels that if she looks into someone's eyes... something bad will happen. Maybe it already has and she just forgot about it. There's a lot about herself she feels she doesn't know.
Yeaaah, it's kind of jarring for your earliest memory to be squealing tires, intense pain, and then feeling nothing and floating above a bunch of concerned-looking people. There has to be more to that story, and her mission in life death is to find out just what the heck happened. Even if she knows it would be a lot easier to end the nightmares and confusion and loneliness by just letting her necklace be destroyed (in turn destroying her soul), she can't do that until she solves the mystery, no matter how long it takes. That and her instinct to keep the necklace safe at all cost overrides her higher thinking. Kind of like a Bulbasaur's bulb or a Charmander's flame, but much more stylish. She doesn't care for any material possession but that necklace.
As a Misdreavus, she has a natural disposition toward sneaking up on people in the middle of the night and screaming in their ear or giving them a quick shove or something like that. A girl's got to eat, after all, and fear is delicious and nutritious! Once she learns about the kind of theater that shows movies, she's going to be all over jump-scare horror films. It's like a freakin' buffet in those. But besides it being necessity, she finds enjoyment in scaring the crap out of innocent victims. She's not malicious; it's more of a game than anything else. How many different ways can she come up with to creep someone out? Are big tough guys susceptible to the same things as little girls? How many times can she use the same tactic on one person before they start to predict it and don't care anymore? The possibilities are endless!
Besides being a prime time to scare people, something else about the night calls to her. That big bright orb in the sky, the moon. Ghost types generally don't have any special bond with it, but she can't help but feel some kind of connection. Maybe it's a clue to her former life. Or maybe it's just really pretty. Maybe her ashes rose from the dead and the moon is now populated by tiny space Umbreons. Either way, seeing the full moon always puts her in a better mood.
Being dead and having no memory of her life, she has difficulty connecting and sympathizing with the living. She's much more likely to find companionship with another ghost than with someone with a beating heart, but that doesn't mean she's adverse to making living friends. “Friend” being a loose term. If they can hold an intelligent conversation and don't try to get too personal, she's fine with them. If they cry and run away the second she appears, that's also fine because it's an easy meal. If they try to attack her, verbally or physically, well that is just not okay and she'll try to avoid them. If they talk about love and trust, that also sets her off for reasons she just doesn't understand. If there are copious amounts of PDA or if someone makes a promise to their lover, she gets irrationally upset and will wail, throw things, and generally pitch a fit until she gets tired or someone else manages to subdue her. On a subconscious level, she's positive she's been betrayed before and can't bear to see it happen to herself or anyone else again. This doesn't translate to her surface thoughts and it just makes her confused and panicked. Nothing else upsets her like that.
She does get frustrated easily, however. Whenever she can feel herself on the verge of remembering something but just can't quite get it, that bugs her. When she doesn't get her way, when someone troublesome won't leave her alone, when she loses a game or other challenge - all of these things make her sulk. Having to learn everything all over again makes her feel like some lost little child, or at least what she assumes one would feel like. Maybe it just makes her feel stupid, then. Either way she doesn't like it.
The things that comfort her most are the full moon, peaceful music featuring the piano or violin, and sleeping in complete darkness. They don't exactly make her happy or anything, but she does enjoy them. She is also very fond of pretty things, and while she doesn't care much for material possessions she is likely to collect coins and jewelry just to admire their sparkle. She is more fond of trees than flowers; trees look at their best as they're dying, but flowers just wilt and become ugly. Dead things shouldn't have to be ugly. She doesn't want to be ugly.
The more of her life she remembers, the more aspects of her old personality might peek through - confidence, charm, a sense of humour - but it will be very gradual, and she'll never be the same as she once was.
Backstory: You know the story. A sickly runt of an Eevee hatches from an abandoned egg in the Viridian City Pokemon Centre and despite all odds she survives and gets well enough to leave with a young boy who came to visit her every day. So they go on a Pokemon journey! Sort of. The other two Pokemon on her team do all the fighting while poor little Eevee has to hang back so she doesn't hurt herself.
They take on the Elite Four! And get their asses kicked. A lot. So it's off to Smash Academy to get stronger and smarter and even learn how to turn human, WHAT. That part was a surprise. It is in this time that young Eevee finds a passion for theatre as a form of escapism! She also evolves! She is also so sick for most of her senior year she has to repeat it before she can graduate! Her trainer formally releases her so she can continue her education without realizing the HEARTBREAK he just caused her! At least they keep in touch for the next several years.
She finishes her education! It's expensive so she takes up a job as a sexy dancer! She needs a stage name for this because plain old Umbreon is boring. Once upon a time a little girl in the hospital called her Blacky, mistaking her for her aunt's Umbreon. Blacky is a cool name, let's go with that! She keeps the name even after she quits and continues to use it when she becomes a psychology teacher at Smash Academy!
That's the story you probably know from previous applications. But a lot happened during her years as a teacher...
Her teammate, Golduck, was captured by Team Rocket. The big brother she looked up to and tried to model herself after. He was cool and confident, while she was meek and clumsy. This devastated her team of course, but after a year of reward posters and waiting for the police to take Team Rocket down once and for all, they gave up hope. Even years later, after Giovanni's defeat at the hands of some young kid, Golduck was nowhere to be found.
She gradually created a public persona for herself. Instead of being the shy, submissive little girl she became a flirty, charming, independent woman. She used said charm to manipulate people into giving her what she wanted (usually food or material items) and learned to ignore the guilt that came with doing such a thing. It even became fun for her.
One of her plays made it onto a stage! Sure, it was a dinky independent theatre and it was running a new works festival, but hey! She still got to see her own stories come to life before her eyes! It was MAGICAL. Remember this, this is important.
A bunch of craziness happened at the school which is just business as usual, really. Teachers and students came and went, while she remained, whether in the school or in the hospital. Story of her life amirite. Nothing of note happened for several years until she got apped into the game and playable events changed her life FOREVER.
She developed an obsessive crush on a certain cowboy repairman! She knew she couldn't have him, but that was all part of the appeal. It wasn't so much the challenge as it was knowing that if she ever got into a relationship she would be betraying her trainer and that would be AWFUL. They went on some dates and had a crazy heart-swapping adventure and his kids hated her, that was great.
She laid an egg! See, when a girl Umbreon and a boy Ursaring are effected by cupid bots... Yeah, Valentine's Day was fun and all, but Blacky was not expecting that little surprise to literally pop out of nowhere. She had absolutely no parenting skills so she did the responsible thing lesser of two evils and sent it off to her trainer's son. She met her laser-eyed son a few times over the next few years, but never actually got to be his mother, and she deeply regret it and took out her maternal urges on Lash's Skarmory hatchling and Silver and Gamera.
Aparoids attacked the school! Blacky took part in a battle and wore herself out so she had to be stuck in the infirmary the rest of the time! Except she totally did some sneaking out to wear herself out MORE and after the war the doctors were like “dude, if you keep this up you won't last two months” and she took it to mean SHE HAD TWO MONTHS TO LIVE. So Shocky dropped for a few weeks to make some improvements in her personal life and Blacky did the melodramatic thing and went back home to die at her Master's feet, where her sister Raticate prompty told her to stop being such a whiny little bitch and not to just lay down and die. So she went back to the school.
One day she found Falcon's blood outside leading into the forest! That was a most mysterious mystery, so she decided to be a gigantic snoop and ask the janitor what he knew. He offered to tell her. At the amusement park. On a date. This was the first step down the terrible angst-ridden path that would be Blacky and Raiden's relationship. There were untruths and secrets and cheating and paranoia abound! But there were also some happy times. Eventually Blacky decided she trusted Raiden enough to let him be her trainer. Granted, she also thought she was dying of poison at the time, otherwise she would have waited until he truly earned it. And despite the whole relationship being an affair in the first place she was also having an affair with Leon on the side. Sorry Jack.
Giovanni came to the school! You know, that guy behind Team Rocket. The team that stole her brother. THAT BASTARD... His son was also in the school, so she and Silver hatched up a scheme to hurt Giovanni: a fake kidnapping with a ransom price of all the Pokemon TR had ever stolen. Blacky didn't expect anything to come of it but Giovanni's suffering, but wouldn't you know it, a few Pokemon did get returned. And Golduck was among them OH MY GOSH... Except years of experimentation and mistreatment kind of messed him up big time. Blacky couldn't bear to see him broken, and she was even more pissed at Giovanni than before, and a confrontation after class one day led to a total blood brawl and it was only because of the intervention of several people that the two didn't kill each other. Blacky was not pleased with the way that turned out.
Then Golduck died, she disowned her previous trainer, and she fell into a depression. Then there was some tension between humans and non-humans, and Blacky was one of the victims beaten up and left tied to the statue in the cold. She woke up in the infirmary only to find Raiden had already left for New York the day before. He was gone when she needed him. But how was he supposed to know something like that would happen? She was still sad over it though. Then Raiden was gone for such a long period of time that she lost hope that he was ever coming back. And then Silver left and that was the final straw. She just needed to forget everything for a while. And who just so happened to stop by a few minutes after her writing that than Uxie himself? So he was nice enough to mindwipe her! And then she was completely confused and frightened and when Lash, Leon and Max burst into her room she didn't recognize them. So she panicked and ran out of the dormitories, out into the roads, and... got hit by a car. Oh.
So ended life as an Umbreon.
But it's okay! She became a ghost! A ghost with no memories of anything but the instant of her death, but at least she didn't just fade out of existence or anything like that. Said ghost wandered the city in a state of confusion, high above the traffic this time, until she found herself drawn to a dinky little theatre. I told you it would be important. For reasons unknown to her, she felt some kind of emotional attachment to the place, and decided it would be a good home. She kept to herself for the most part, scaring the cleaning crews for nourishment at night and sleeping during the day. Some days she would be awoken by people on the stage, going through the same actions and conversations again and again. She watched with curiosity, wondering who they were and why they were stuck on repeat. Whoever they were, they were fascinating, and the stories they played out were often dramatic, sometimes funny.
But sometimes they would act out love scenes. These bothered the ghost, but she continued to watch, trying to ignore the rage building up inside her. One night she couldn't take it anymore. That night just so happened to be opening night for the play! As the scene played out in front of an entire audience, as the male lead cupped his co-star's cheek and tenderly promised he would come back for her... The ghost snapped. She shrieked and tore down the curtains, threw sandbags down to the stage, and broke several of the wires holding props above the stage. It was a miracle nobody was injured (beyond one actor's sprained ankle and a few audience members being shoved in the rush to get out of the building). Actors are a superstitious lot, and while the director demanded that the house be cleaned for the next day's showing, rumours of a haunting circulated around the cast. And haunted it was! When the same thing happened the next night, the building was evacuated and condemned. They couldn't exactly afford to hire The Ghostbusters or anything, so it was time to move on out.
Not even the janitors or security guards came by anymore. With nobody to scare, the ghost grew weak from hunger. Eventually she retreated into her necklace and slept...
One night, a couple of crazy teenagers decided it would be fun to break into the supposedly haunted building and do some silly old rituals. Of course, said rituals were bogus and nothing happened beyond the kids freaking out at the sounds of the building settling, but at least they found a really nice necklace on one of the seats. One of the teens was going to give it to his girlfriend, aww.
As they walked on home, the ghost in the necklace stirred and realized that she was moving. This was not right. Someone was touching the necklace. She had to protect it! She materialized around the jewelry and shrieked at the boys, scaring them into dropping it and running away. Aah, it felt good to do that again! But where was she now? This was definitely not the theatre. But she could sense that there was something important nearby. Something... familiar. That something was a large building. She approached it, the moonlight glinting off the plaque above the main entrance.
Smash Academy...
Anything Else?: -Level 8. :'|
-Timid nature; highly curious.
-Growl, Psywave, Spite.
-She generally doesn't smile. Or show very much facial expression at all. It's not that she isn't capable, she just doesn't feel strong enough emotion to warrant showing. The exception being her rage at doomed love and empty promises, of course. This is subject to eventually change.
-She is going to spend her first little while wandering the school and scaring people. No computer until she remembers her name and how to use a computer.
-Her dorm will mostly be for keeping her computer and what little material possessions she'll end up owning. She's bound to spend more time in the haunted dorm or in the rafters of the auditorium.
-Don't let her sing at the prom you guys you'll all DIE
-Remember how she used to be weak and sickly? Dying kind of fixed that!
-Even more morally ambiguous than ever. There's no right or wrong, just what she does like and doesn't like.
-There's a small part of her that's reluctant to find out the truth about her past. That's her main goal in unlife, sure, but what will she do once she finds out? Will she just... exist meaninglessly? Will she discover she was a terrible person and forever be tormented by that fact? Will she go into the light? What's even on the other side of that light thing anyway? WHAT IF IT'S A TRAP... Yeah, she doesn't acknowledge this fear on a conscious level but it's there.
-Being so detached from the living means she often forgets that they even have feelings. This may lead to a few ~wacky scenarios~ in which she comes across as an insensitive ass. She doesn't mean it. Really.
-Even though she can't identify with them anymore living people just fascinate her because of how different they are and how differently they react to things from ghosts. When she does remember they have stronger emotions than she does, she likes to experiment with them just for curiosity's sake. SCIENCE.
-She has a not-so-mysterious fear of traffic. She probably won't even be able to set foot in the parking lot without flipping every shit.
-She is still nocturnal. Now that she's a ghost, the daylight MAKES HER SPARKLE is warm on her skin in the unpleasant, sunburning kind of way. Also her eyes are more sensitive to bright lights of any kind. She can see in total darkness just fine though.
-Even Uxie couldn't get rid of her deep-rooted abandonment issues. They're not half as extreme as they were in life, but the more she remembers the worse they're bound to get. What a baby.
-For that matter, she is still snoopy and stubborn as heck.
-She's going to remember herself through a series of horrible flashbacks and journal entries she finds on a quest from her former self to go down into the inner sanctum and kill Uxie, all the while trying to outrun a living nightmare. There will be naked monsters and torture chambers and non-traditional fire.
- Here is a very non-canon example thread. Here is a DR post with threads that might be canon if the involved muns want. Bumped to a post-accept date, of course. :U
-I do like the idea of the quest for the truth turning into a quest for happiness. Whether it happens exactly as in that DR thread or in another way entirely remains to be seen, but it WILL happen sooner or later.
In-Character 1st person writing sample (journal): [Once she finally gets around to using the network:]
Hello. Even the clicking of the letters beneath my fingers strike me as familiar. How mysterious. I digress.
My name is Blacky. Beginning today I am a teacher here.
[And that's it. :| ]
In-Character 3rd person writing post: As far as she could remember, Blacky was only accustomed to gorging on the fear of poor unsuspecting souls. Solid food was something she'd only witnessed being eaten by the living, but today she was going to be daring and try some. She must have had a favourite food in life; rediscovering that might jog her memory a bit. The question was... what could that food possibly be?
She stared up at the cafeteria menu, none of the meal names meaning anything to her. Pepperoni Pizza? Chef Salad? Gutted Rat? Jell-o?! It was all very daunting. But the impatient grumbles of those in line behind her gave her the feeling she should hurry it up. Time to take a leap of faith.
"I shall sample the hot wings," she decided, holding her tray out as she had seen the others do. The Ursaring on the other side of the counter regarded her with a melancholy look - nothing she hadn't already experienced from others who once knew her - and set a plate of reddish-looking meaty things on the tray and sent her off. Blacky raised an eyebrow at her meal, wondering how she ever could have found something like this appetizing. But, as the saying went, looks were deceiving.
She took a seat as far away from the crowds of strangers as possible and picked one of the wings up, noting in disgust that they were covered in a slimy sauce that was now all over her hand. MAN. What was she supposed to do with it now? Take a bite out of it? Suck on it? Lick it? Licking seemed like a good way to start.
Except it turned out to be a mistake. Mere seconds after her tongue made contact with the wing an unpleasant tingle spread across it, quickly developing into a painful burning. She dropped the wing and abruptly stood up, looking to put as much space between herself and the evil food as possible. Oh no the burning was just getting worse. How could she make it stop?!
She stormed out of the cafeteria, wailing in frustration. A few students stared after her in confusion.
Dead or alive, Blacky hated spicy food.
In-Character Information
Name : Blacky
Game/Series: Pokemon
Canon Point: Who cares bro she's an OC. But it has been a few months longer for her than it has been for SBG. Let's thank Dana's hissy fit for that one.
Age & Teaching Position: FOREVER ALONE 35, Basic Psychology... once she remembers that part.
Living Arrangements: A dorm I guess
Personality: At first glance, she seems to be a somewhat socially awkward woman who's trying too hard to impress any theatrical talent scouts in the vicinity. Nearly her entire afterlife has been spent in a theatre, and so all of her observations of social interaction have been scripted scenes played out for an audience or strange improvised warm-up games, which she tries to mimic in her own interactions with people - something that proves more difficult than it looks, given that it goes against her timid nature. She speaks loudly without shouting, her vocabulary is formal and verbose, she makes exaggerated gestures at times... and she almost never directly faces the person she's speaking to. This is a mix of being shy and feeling like she should open her body to the “audience” (wherever the largest group of people is). If there is no audience around and she is familiar enough with whom she's speaking, she will have her body facing her companion, but will never make eye contact. She feels that if she looks into someone's eyes... something bad will happen. Maybe it already has and she just forgot about it. There's a lot about herself she feels she doesn't know.
Yeaaah, it's kind of jarring for your earliest memory to be squealing tires, intense pain, and then feeling nothing and floating above a bunch of concerned-looking people. There has to be more to that story, and her mission in life death is to find out just what the heck happened. Even if she knows it would be a lot easier to end the nightmares and confusion and loneliness by just letting her necklace be destroyed (in turn destroying her soul), she can't do that until she solves the mystery, no matter how long it takes. That and her instinct to keep the necklace safe at all cost overrides her higher thinking. Kind of like a Bulbasaur's bulb or a Charmander's flame, but much more stylish. She doesn't care for any material possession but that necklace.
As a Misdreavus, she has a natural disposition toward sneaking up on people in the middle of the night and screaming in their ear or giving them a quick shove or something like that. A girl's got to eat, after all, and fear is delicious and nutritious! Once she learns about the kind of theater that shows movies, she's going to be all over jump-scare horror films. It's like a freakin' buffet in those. But besides it being necessity, she finds enjoyment in scaring the crap out of innocent victims. She's not malicious; it's more of a game than anything else. How many different ways can she come up with to creep someone out? Are big tough guys susceptible to the same things as little girls? How many times can she use the same tactic on one person before they start to predict it and don't care anymore? The possibilities are endless!
Besides being a prime time to scare people, something else about the night calls to her. That big bright orb in the sky, the moon. Ghost types generally don't have any special bond with it, but she can't help but feel some kind of connection. Maybe it's a clue to her former life. Or maybe it's just really pretty. Maybe her ashes rose from the dead and the moon is now populated by tiny space Umbreons. Either way, seeing the full moon always puts her in a better mood.
Being dead and having no memory of her life, she has difficulty connecting and sympathizing with the living. She's much more likely to find companionship with another ghost than with someone with a beating heart, but that doesn't mean she's adverse to making living friends. “Friend” being a loose term. If they can hold an intelligent conversation and don't try to get too personal, she's fine with them. If they cry and run away the second she appears, that's also fine because it's an easy meal. If they try to attack her, verbally or physically, well that is just not okay and she'll try to avoid them. If they talk about love and trust, that also sets her off for reasons she just doesn't understand. If there are copious amounts of PDA or if someone makes a promise to their lover, she gets irrationally upset and will wail, throw things, and generally pitch a fit until she gets tired or someone else manages to subdue her. On a subconscious level, she's positive she's been betrayed before and can't bear to see it happen to herself or anyone else again. This doesn't translate to her surface thoughts and it just makes her confused and panicked. Nothing else upsets her like that.
She does get frustrated easily, however. Whenever she can feel herself on the verge of remembering something but just can't quite get it, that bugs her. When she doesn't get her way, when someone troublesome won't leave her alone, when she loses a game or other challenge - all of these things make her sulk. Having to learn everything all over again makes her feel like some lost little child, or at least what she assumes one would feel like. Maybe it just makes her feel stupid, then. Either way she doesn't like it.
The things that comfort her most are the full moon, peaceful music featuring the piano or violin, and sleeping in complete darkness. They don't exactly make her happy or anything, but she does enjoy them. She is also very fond of pretty things, and while she doesn't care much for material possessions she is likely to collect coins and jewelry just to admire their sparkle. She is more fond of trees than flowers; trees look at their best as they're dying, but flowers just wilt and become ugly. Dead things shouldn't have to be ugly. She doesn't want to be ugly.
The more of her life she remembers, the more aspects of her old personality might peek through - confidence, charm, a sense of humour - but it will be very gradual, and she'll never be the same as she once was.
Backstory: You know the story. A sickly runt of an Eevee hatches from an abandoned egg in the Viridian City Pokemon Centre and despite all odds she survives and gets well enough to leave with a young boy who came to visit her every day. So they go on a Pokemon journey! Sort of. The other two Pokemon on her team do all the fighting while poor little Eevee has to hang back so she doesn't hurt herself.
They take on the Elite Four! And get their asses kicked. A lot. So it's off to Smash Academy to get stronger and smarter and even learn how to turn human, WHAT. That part was a surprise. It is in this time that young Eevee finds a passion for theatre as a form of escapism! She also evolves! She is also so sick for most of her senior year she has to repeat it before she can graduate! Her trainer formally releases her so she can continue her education without realizing the HEARTBREAK he just caused her! At least they keep in touch for the next several years.
She finishes her education! It's expensive so she takes up a job as a sexy dancer! She needs a stage name for this because plain old Umbreon is boring. Once upon a time a little girl in the hospital called her Blacky, mistaking her for her aunt's Umbreon. Blacky is a cool name, let's go with that! She keeps the name even after she quits and continues to use it when she becomes a psychology teacher at Smash Academy!
That's the story you probably know from previous applications. But a lot happened during her years as a teacher...
Her teammate, Golduck, was captured by Team Rocket. The big brother she looked up to and tried to model herself after. He was cool and confident, while she was meek and clumsy. This devastated her team of course, but after a year of reward posters and waiting for the police to take Team Rocket down once and for all, they gave up hope. Even years later, after Giovanni's defeat at the hands of some young kid, Golduck was nowhere to be found.
She gradually created a public persona for herself. Instead of being the shy, submissive little girl she became a flirty, charming, independent woman. She used said charm to manipulate people into giving her what she wanted (usually food or material items) and learned to ignore the guilt that came with doing such a thing. It even became fun for her.
One of her plays made it onto a stage! Sure, it was a dinky independent theatre and it was running a new works festival, but hey! She still got to see her own stories come to life before her eyes! It was MAGICAL. Remember this, this is important.
A bunch of craziness happened at the school which is just business as usual, really. Teachers and students came and went, while she remained, whether in the school or in the hospital. Story of her life amirite. Nothing of note happened for several years until she got apped into the game and playable events changed her life FOREVER.
She developed an obsessive crush on a certain cowboy repairman! She knew she couldn't have him, but that was all part of the appeal. It wasn't so much the challenge as it was knowing that if she ever got into a relationship she would be betraying her trainer and that would be AWFUL. They went on some dates and had a crazy heart-swapping adventure and his kids hated her, that was great.
She laid an egg! See, when a girl Umbreon and a boy Ursaring are effected by cupid bots... Yeah, Valentine's Day was fun and all, but Blacky was not expecting that little surprise to literally pop out of nowhere. She had absolutely no parenting skills so she did the responsible thing lesser of two evils and sent it off to her trainer's son. She met her laser-eyed son a few times over the next few years, but never actually got to be his mother, and she deeply regret it and took out her maternal urges on Lash's Skarmory hatchling and Silver and Gamera.
Aparoids attacked the school! Blacky took part in a battle and wore herself out so she had to be stuck in the infirmary the rest of the time! Except she totally did some sneaking out to wear herself out MORE and after the war the doctors were like “dude, if you keep this up you won't last two months” and she took it to mean SHE HAD TWO MONTHS TO LIVE. So Shocky dropped for a few weeks to make some improvements in her personal life and Blacky did the melodramatic thing and went back home to die at her Master's feet, where her sister Raticate prompty told her to stop being such a whiny little bitch and not to just lay down and die. So she went back to the school.
One day she found Falcon's blood outside leading into the forest! That was a most mysterious mystery, so she decided to be a gigantic snoop and ask the janitor what he knew. He offered to tell her. At the amusement park. On a date. This was the first step down the terrible angst-ridden path that would be Blacky and Raiden's relationship. There were untruths and secrets and cheating and paranoia abound! But there were also some happy times. Eventually Blacky decided she trusted Raiden enough to let him be her trainer. Granted, she also thought she was dying of poison at the time, otherwise she would have waited until he truly earned it. And despite the whole relationship being an affair in the first place she was also having an affair with Leon on the side. Sorry Jack.
Giovanni came to the school! You know, that guy behind Team Rocket. The team that stole her brother. THAT BASTARD... His son was also in the school, so she and Silver hatched up a scheme to hurt Giovanni: a fake kidnapping with a ransom price of all the Pokemon TR had ever stolen. Blacky didn't expect anything to come of it but Giovanni's suffering, but wouldn't you know it, a few Pokemon did get returned. And Golduck was among them OH MY GOSH... Except years of experimentation and mistreatment kind of messed him up big time. Blacky couldn't bear to see him broken, and she was even more pissed at Giovanni than before, and a confrontation after class one day led to a total blood brawl and it was only because of the intervention of several people that the two didn't kill each other. Blacky was not pleased with the way that turned out.
Then Golduck died, she disowned her previous trainer, and she fell into a depression. Then there was some tension between humans and non-humans, and Blacky was one of the victims beaten up and left tied to the statue in the cold. She woke up in the infirmary only to find Raiden had already left for New York the day before. He was gone when she needed him. But how was he supposed to know something like that would happen? She was still sad over it though. Then Raiden was gone for such a long period of time that she lost hope that he was ever coming back. And then Silver left and that was the final straw. She just needed to forget everything for a while. And who just so happened to stop by a few minutes after her writing that than Uxie himself? So he was nice enough to mindwipe her! And then she was completely confused and frightened and when Lash, Leon and Max burst into her room she didn't recognize them. So she panicked and ran out of the dormitories, out into the roads, and... got hit by a car. Oh.
So ended life as an Umbreon.
But it's okay! She became a ghost! A ghost with no memories of anything but the instant of her death, but at least she didn't just fade out of existence or anything like that. Said ghost wandered the city in a state of confusion, high above the traffic this time, until she found herself drawn to a dinky little theatre. I told you it would be important. For reasons unknown to her, she felt some kind of emotional attachment to the place, and decided it would be a good home. She kept to herself for the most part, scaring the cleaning crews for nourishment at night and sleeping during the day. Some days she would be awoken by people on the stage, going through the same actions and conversations again and again. She watched with curiosity, wondering who they were and why they were stuck on repeat. Whoever they were, they were fascinating, and the stories they played out were often dramatic, sometimes funny.
But sometimes they would act out love scenes. These bothered the ghost, but she continued to watch, trying to ignore the rage building up inside her. One night she couldn't take it anymore. That night just so happened to be opening night for the play! As the scene played out in front of an entire audience, as the male lead cupped his co-star's cheek and tenderly promised he would come back for her... The ghost snapped. She shrieked and tore down the curtains, threw sandbags down to the stage, and broke several of the wires holding props above the stage. It was a miracle nobody was injured (beyond one actor's sprained ankle and a few audience members being shoved in the rush to get out of the building). Actors are a superstitious lot, and while the director demanded that the house be cleaned for the next day's showing, rumours of a haunting circulated around the cast. And haunted it was! When the same thing happened the next night, the building was evacuated and condemned. They couldn't exactly afford to hire The Ghostbusters or anything, so it was time to move on out.
Not even the janitors or security guards came by anymore. With nobody to scare, the ghost grew weak from hunger. Eventually she retreated into her necklace and slept...
One night, a couple of crazy teenagers decided it would be fun to break into the supposedly haunted building and do some silly old rituals. Of course, said rituals were bogus and nothing happened beyond the kids freaking out at the sounds of the building settling, but at least they found a really nice necklace on one of the seats. One of the teens was going to give it to his girlfriend, aww.
As they walked on home, the ghost in the necklace stirred and realized that she was moving. This was not right. Someone was touching the necklace. She had to protect it! She materialized around the jewelry and shrieked at the boys, scaring them into dropping it and running away. Aah, it felt good to do that again! But where was she now? This was definitely not the theatre. But she could sense that there was something important nearby. Something... familiar. That something was a large building. She approached it, the moonlight glinting off the plaque above the main entrance.
Smash Academy...
Anything Else?: -Level 8. :'|
-Timid nature; highly curious.
-Growl, Psywave, Spite.
-She generally doesn't smile. Or show very much facial expression at all. It's not that she isn't capable, she just doesn't feel strong enough emotion to warrant showing. The exception being her rage at doomed love and empty promises, of course. This is subject to eventually change.
-She is going to spend her first little while wandering the school and scaring people. No computer until she remembers her name and how to use a computer.
-Her dorm will mostly be for keeping her computer and what little material possessions she'll end up owning. She's bound to spend more time in the haunted dorm or in the rafters of the auditorium.
-Don't let her sing at the prom you guys you'll all DIE
-Remember how she used to be weak and sickly? Dying kind of fixed that!
-Even more morally ambiguous than ever. There's no right or wrong, just what she does like and doesn't like.
-There's a small part of her that's reluctant to find out the truth about her past. That's her main goal in unlife, sure, but what will she do once she finds out? Will she just... exist meaninglessly? Will she discover she was a terrible person and forever be tormented by that fact? Will she go into the light? What's even on the other side of that light thing anyway? WHAT IF IT'S A TRAP... Yeah, she doesn't acknowledge this fear on a conscious level but it's there.
-Being so detached from the living means she often forgets that they even have feelings. This may lead to a few ~wacky scenarios~ in which she comes across as an insensitive ass. She doesn't mean it. Really.
-Even though she can't identify with them anymore living people just fascinate her because of how different they are and how differently they react to things from ghosts. When she does remember they have stronger emotions than she does, she likes to experiment with them just for curiosity's sake. SCIENCE.
-She has a not-so-mysterious fear of traffic. She probably won't even be able to set foot in the parking lot without flipping every shit.
-She is still nocturnal. Now that she's a ghost, the daylight MAKES HER SPARKLE is warm on her skin in the unpleasant, sunburning kind of way. Also her eyes are more sensitive to bright lights of any kind. She can see in total darkness just fine though.
-Even Uxie couldn't get rid of her deep-rooted abandonment issues. They're not half as extreme as they were in life, but the more she remembers the worse they're bound to get. What a baby.
-For that matter, she is still snoopy and stubborn as heck.
-She's going to remember herself through a series of horrible flashbacks and journal entries she finds on a quest from her former self to go down into the inner sanctum and kill Uxie, all the while trying to outrun a living nightmare. There will be naked monsters and torture chambers and non-traditional fire.
- Here is a very non-canon example thread. Here is a DR post with threads that might be canon if the involved muns want. Bumped to a post-accept date, of course. :U
-I do like the idea of the quest for the truth turning into a quest for happiness. Whether it happens exactly as in that DR thread or in another way entirely remains to be seen, but it WILL happen sooner or later.
In-Character 1st person writing sample (journal): [Once she finally gets around to using the network:]
Hello. Even the clicking of the letters beneath my fingers strike me as familiar. How mysterious. I digress.
My name is Blacky. Beginning today I am a teacher here.
[And that's it. :| ]
In-Character 3rd person writing post: As far as she could remember, Blacky was only accustomed to gorging on the fear of poor unsuspecting souls. Solid food was something she'd only witnessed being eaten by the living, but today she was going to be daring and try some. She must have had a favourite food in life; rediscovering that might jog her memory a bit. The question was... what could that food possibly be?
She stared up at the cafeteria menu, none of the meal names meaning anything to her. Pepperoni Pizza? Chef Salad? Gutted Rat? Jell-o?! It was all very daunting. But the impatient grumbles of those in line behind her gave her the feeling she should hurry it up. Time to take a leap of faith.
"I shall sample the hot wings," she decided, holding her tray out as she had seen the others do. The Ursaring on the other side of the counter regarded her with a melancholy look - nothing she hadn't already experienced from others who once knew her - and set a plate of reddish-looking meaty things on the tray and sent her off. Blacky raised an eyebrow at her meal, wondering how she ever could have found something like this appetizing. But, as the saying went, looks were deceiving.
She took a seat as far away from the crowds of strangers as possible and picked one of the wings up, noting in disgust that they were covered in a slimy sauce that was now all over her hand. MAN. What was she supposed to do with it now? Take a bite out of it? Suck on it? Lick it? Licking seemed like a good way to start.
Except it turned out to be a mistake. Mere seconds after her tongue made contact with the wing an unpleasant tingle spread across it, quickly developing into a painful burning. She dropped the wing and abruptly stood up, looking to put as much space between herself and the evil food as possible. Oh no the burning was just getting worse. How could she make it stop?!
She stormed out of the cafeteria, wailing in frustration. A few students stared after her in confusion.
Dead or alive, Blacky hated spicy food.