Post by CHELSEA THOMAS on Feb 18, 2010 13:51:39 GMT -5
Played by: Nami from Harvest Moon
100% reason to remember the name
Name: Chelsea Thomas
Alias/Nickname: N/A
Age: 20 years
Gender: Female
Occupation: Team Rocket Officer, former Trainer
Badges: 6 from Kanto
If you see me, you might want to run
Hair Color: Naturally blonde, now red
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance:
Even at 20 years of age, a legal adult, Chelsea still has a rather childish look about her. She’s short at just around five and a half feet and has a rounded face that softens all but her most hateful looks. Despite her small size, she’s fairly strong and with her muscle weight comes in at about 140 lbs.
As a child, she was praised as a classic beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes. This changed after the divorce she had with the law, where she cut her hair short and became a redhead. She also stopped wearing practical clothing suited to a temperate climate and began wearing the clothes she had when she’d lived on Cinnabar; shorts, t-shirts, all clothing adapted to a hotter environment. She also keeps her colors light and often times cheerful because she alleges that dark, heavy colors weigh her down more.
This is me, for good or bad. Don't care if you don't like it.
Attitude:
Perhaps it comes from living trapped on an island, or from growing up with two protective older males, or perhaps it’s something else altogether, but Chelsea has an obsession with feeling free. She hates being confined to small spaces (though not to levels of true claustrophobia) and hates being told she can’t do something. It’s likely the reason she joined Team Rocket, where the laws wouldn’t apply to her.
It wasn’t just freedom that drove her to joining the crime syndicate. It was members of Team Rocket that saved her from the police, after all, and she owed them. Chelsea can’t just ignore a debt and hates owing anyone anything. It’s less straight-out lilliputian pride (though that is part of it for sure) than it is her hating anyone having that kind of power over her. She gets enough of that from her superiors, thank you.
As a trainer, Chelsea is very competitive in a fight. It was for this reason she ordered a pokémon to strike a human, and she certainly has had no qualms giving the order again against either do-gooders that get in her way or grunts that are out of line. She doesn’t shrink away from violence, that’s for sure.
Around others, Chelsea can be moderately sociable and does enjoy being around others from time to time. She's usually less friendly around those lower than her in the Team Rocket hierarchy so as to keep her sense of authority, but she can be something like friendly if pressed and is polite to the faces of those out-ranking her.
Surprised that not everyone in Team Rocket had an abusive, poverty-stricken past?
Home Town: Cinnabar Island
Parents: Unknown (Deceased)
Adopted Father: Mark Thomas (deceased)
Adopted Sibling: Ian Thomas (living)
Other(s): May have living blood relatives, but it’s unknown
History:
When Mark Thomas heard about the boat crash at sea, he flocked to the Pokémon Center along with his young son and half the island. Some, like Mark, had loved ones on the approaching vessel. Others were there to comfort those waiting for news, while some just didn’t know what else to do than to take comfort in numbers. Eventually, the news came that only a boatful of people had survived.
Mark left Ian in the care of another islander and ran to the dock. He scanned over those coming in several times, but didn’t see his wife among them. He questioned Officer Jenny, who only shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mark,” she said sincerely, a bundle in her arms. It was a young girl, likely no more than a year old, whose family hadn’t made it. Mark offered to bring the youngest survivor to the center and, from the moment she snuggled into his strong arms, he knew he would take care of her no matter what.
Days went by, a mass funeral was held, and life went on. Weeks came, and no one called in to claim the girl. Eventually, Mark approached to adopt the baby, and was granted the joy of adding Chelsea as a member of the Thomas family. Ian was initially resentful, angry that the annoying bundle of sobbing and pooping would dare try and replace his mother. Mark, wanting his son to understand, explained to Ian that Chelsea had lost people too, and that they needed to look out for one another. Ian faked being unconvinced, but soon came to love the new baby with the same fervor as his father.
As Chelsea grew, she loved her father and brother in return. You know what else she loved? Pokémon. She loved to watch seasoned trainers coming to battle Blaine, or other natives starting on their journeys. When Ian turned fifteen and was given a Charmander, she became envious. She hated waiting to get her pokémon. He left, but continued sending letters on his journey, which always increased her impatience.
But on her own fifteenth birthday, her wait was rewarded with a shy Poliwag. She thought it was pathetic compared to her brother’s starter, but didn’t say anything as she left Cinnabar on her own journey.
Upon reaching the mainland, she met a coordinator and traded her Poliwag for a Pikachu who loved to prospect of a battle as much as she did. She built up a team and went from gym to gym, evolving her Pikachu when she finally got the money.
After six badges won, she planned to return home to Cinnabar for her seventh. But fate, as it is often does, intervened. She got into a battle before boarding the boat. It was a tough fight, with adrenaline charging through her veins every second. It came down to the wire, depending on which trainer could call attacks faster. Unable to let herself lose, Chelsea ordered her pokémon to attack the other trainer. It obeyed, badly maiming the young boy.
Realizing the consequences of her actions, but in no part regretting them, she ran to Johto to try and shake the law. She might not have succeeded if she hadn’t been offered help by a group of rogues that hid her for a few days. They were members of Team Rocket, an organization she’d heard of only vaguely. They spoke of power and a life without limits. Chelsea drank it up, all too eager to sign up.
She ended up meeting Ian in Goldenrod one day. He was the one who told her that their father hadn’t survived the eruption of the volcano and that she had been missed at the funeral. She was hurt at how distant they were, but gave him the cold shoulder anyways. It was the last time they’ve spoken to date.
These days, thanks to hard work, she has managed to obtain the rank of Officer and dreams of maybe someday becoming more.
That was Chelsea, and this is me! ...with a little more Chelsea. And cake!
Your name/nickname: Aki, or whatever you want to call me; I respond to just about anything
How many years you've been rping: 5-6 or so
Role Play Sample:
“Alright, put what you’ve got in the chest, all of you!” Chelsea’s voice, normally quiet, carried above the low din of the grunts in her charge for this assignment. The raid seemed to have gone well, but the measure of their success couldn’t be known until the pokéballs were checked for their contents. She watched as the other Team Rocket members came over, depositing their stashes.
Raichu stood at her side, his tail waving gently every few seconds to show his contentment. She reached down to pat his head and he thrust his nose into her palm lovingly. “You did good today, Raichu,” she praised him, straightening. She shifted her shoulders, moving the weight of the pack she held that contained her pokémon egg. Along with Raichu, it was one of the few things she always kept with her.
She waited as the line dwindled quickly to the last few. They were few on this mission, which required stealth instead of sheer numbers, though both were Team Rocket specialties. Hopefully the figure she knew only as The Boss would be proud; she’d never met him…her…it before; she was only an Officer. Some said that The Boss was just a threat made up by the Admins, but Chelsea was sure such a figure existed.
Scanning her teammates, she noticed one man she didn’t remember coming up. He had three pokéballs on his belt…but she recalled him having only one pokémon. Stealing from Team Rocket for his own gain? She mentally tsk-ed. Grabbing out a pokéball, she threw it in front of her. In a flash, her Absol appeared, its red eyes furious. “Night Slash, Absol!” She pointed to the traitorous grunt. He tried to flinch away, but Absol was too eager; her claws gleamed with dark energy before she slashed at the man, growling furiously. Before she could try another assault, the red light of her pokéball claimed her.
“Get them, Raichu.” The electric rat darted forward obediently, plucking the two pilfered balls from the man’s belt and bringing them back to his mistress. Chelsea picked them up and dropped them in the chest before closing it. She didn’t say anything more, and she didn’t have to; the ripped clothes and traces of blood on the victim were message enough.
“Good work, Raichu.”
Sorry, the cake was a lie...want a cookie instead?