Lavinia Vexavi

[lavinia]

About You
What you want to be called;; Camilia
Roleplay Experience;; Sorry kiddies, but that's a secret~
Other Characters;; Unomar "Uno" Ignis & Eauna Halitus

About Your Character

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Name;; Lavinia Vexavi
Nicknames;; Lavi, Vex
Age;; Fourteen
Gender;; Female
Sexuality;; Heterosexual

Appearance;;

Body;;
It is not her youth that makes her short, its her bad luck and not-so-good genes. Poor little Lavi stands at a short 5'2". Luckily, in her case, she lacks the youthful chub most girls her age and height adorn. Instead, she's scrawny! Skin and bone. Poke her once and she might be sent off the face of the planet. That or leave her in a place filled with bird-type PKMN. One is bound to scoop her up, thinking that she'd make a decent meal. But then.. She might not be that unlucky! Her slim figure makes her seem a bit taller.. a really small bit.

Skin;;
Always being the outdoor kind of person, Lavinia has a fair, healthy skin tone. It is of an average complexion with a few flaws here and there. Then in a couple of places, she has sun spots or burns of sorts, most likely the product of forgetting about the magical invention of sun block.

Face;;
Lavi's face is thin, yet has a little bit of that childish roundness to it. A just plain happy or down right look of confusion is usually slapped upon her. With enough light, a few darkened areas of skin can be noticed. They're usually on her cheeks or nose. Sun burns they are, something she gets on a daily basis.

Hair;;
Stuck in a permanent state of electric shock and hat mode, Lavi keeps her hair pulled back by a single hair clip. In colour, it is a dark forest green and tends to glow blinding bright in the sun. When out, it sticks here and there, around and about, hither and fither, to and fro, and all that jazz. To put it simply, its a mess. Her bangs are separated into 'sections'. The main section covers most of her forehead and reach just passed her eyes. They're parted away from her face. Then on both sides of her face, there are fringes that reach towards her chin, almost cradling her face.

Eyes;;
Shining in a bright golden-yellow, Lavi's eyes are always wide and open, showing her deep curiosity in anything and everything. Rarely does she ever look down as if she were sad, looking up at all times is how she goes! She can't really look down, though, anyway. She's one hell of a clumsy little thing and would just tripping over her own feet from staring at them.

Clothing;;

Sweater[/b]
Well, probably overshirt is the better term for it, but the thing has more over a sweater-like feel to it. In colour, it is orange with golden-yellow hems around the sleeves, collar, and 'waist' line. Its collar reaches upwards to the middle of her neck and downwards into a V-shape.

Undershirt[/b]
Beneath her "sweater", Lavinia wears an orange-red undershirt. It reaches to her actually waist line line any other shirt, but doesn't really have a collar. Instead, there's a triangular shape going upwards, right beneath her collar bone.

PokeHat
One of the two causes of Lavi's bad hair rests atop her head. Its kind of a bulky hat thats a bit too big and tends to flop everywhere at the worst of times. Along the front, visor, and a small PokeBall shape in the back, its orange-red. Then on its band and backside, its white.

Capris
Like any other pair of capri, Lavi's reach just passed her knees. They're black with three bands of orange-red going downwards from her mid-thigh, to her knee, and the last at the ending hem.

Shoes[/u]
The style of Lavi's shoes are somewhat similar to that of the Converse brand. They're black with white souls and hems. Orange-red bands go across the tongue and serve as 'laces' to keep the shoes comfortable closed around her feet. On the each sides of the shoes are gold five-point stars.

Poketch
On her left wrist, Lavi wears an orange-red coloured Poketch with small lightning bolts (that she added for her own amusement) on the sides around the screen. Very interested in the small contraption, she's constantly trying to make her own APPs for it.

Belt and PokeBalls[/u]
Bouncing between her waist and abdomen is a taupe brown belt with a silver semi-circle buckle. Like any other trainer, she uses her belt to carry her PokeBalls. The PokeBalls she uses are custom decorated. They have orange tops with a single gold star right above the release button. The rest looks similar to the average PokeBall.


Personality;;
Lavi is your average go-with-the-flow kind of girl. On most days, she is laid back, but she isn't afraid to jump up, shout, and just be plain old happy! Despite all that, she does have a brain! Being raised in a family of Pokemon breeders, she has some pretty strong medical knowledge and Pokemon know-how. She even studies these things towards the point where her usual diet consists of Pokemon food and berries. Which might explain why she's so scrawny...
(Better description shall be typed later on. This was just a quick run through for now. I'm revamping some things with this and her History.)

History;;
Lavinia had lived a rather happy life, being raised by her mother alone. Her father had always been a mystery to her, but eventually, he was just another whisper on the wind. She's heard a few things about how he somehow disappeared while doing some reseach in an old cave and nothing more. She was never really alone, though, while her mother was always busy with the various Pokemon she breed. There was a specific Eevee that was always by her side. The Eevee belonged to her mother when she used to be a trainer. It was always like a mother to Lavi in a way, keeping a close eye, where ever she went.

Eventually, when Lavi was able to become a trainer, the Eevee became her starter Pokemon. And with her mother's approval, Lavi gave it a Thunder Stone, so it'd involve into a Jolteon that was soon dubbed "Raiya". Presently, Lavi has caught several other Pokemon and earned two badges. Becoming a "Pokemon Master" does't really appeal to her. What she wants to do is one day become a proffessor in Pokemon to Trainer relationships.
(Is currently under some heavy revamping. Will be billions of times better when I'm done. Just really wanted to get Lavi posted.)

The sun was rising as it usually did in the east. Which, sadly, was where the young ailuran’s room was positioned. The light teased at her soft eyelids, shining through them and penetrating through the pupil. Having fairly sensitive eyes, Vera had almost instantly woke up, eyes bloodshot. Good, miserable morning.. She thought as she slowly rose from her bed. With an unenthusiastic trudge, Vera went into her bathroom and took care of her usual morning business. Today was the day she was heading off to that Hallow Hill Mansion for some show.. Such a stupid name for a mansion, she had thought every day her departure neared. As she brushed her teeth, Vera wondered why she even bothered to accept the oh so generous invitation. I might as well add something different to this thing.. She thought to the rhythmic sound of her toothbrush against her teeth, remembering her exact words upon opening the letter. With a frustrated spit, she groaned and went back to her room to put her clothes on. They had been set out the day before, her being ready for everything early and having had no entertainment. They were set next to her bags and various other things she planned to take to the mansion. As she put them on, her mother had sounded from downstairs. ”Dottie! Si vous ne faites vite, vous manqueront votre vol!” Halfway dressed, Vera groaned and slowly rolled her eyes, Entrée, maman. She shouted back, trying to bite back another low groan.

“Essayez ne pas de tuer quelqu'un pendant que vous êtes disparu, Dottie,” Carmela had probably said for the millionth and last time as she and Giovanni finally dropped Vera off at the local airport. As usual, a simple car ride and turned into an all out argument. It started out with Mr. Gregory saying something along the lines of, ”If someone jus’ comes off a complete wanker, Vera, want a good idea a’ what to do? Jus’ reach down, get a good grip, an’ try to rip ‘em off. Works with the ladies, too. ‘Specially your mother. Makes ‘er go down wailin’ instantly.” Both of the women in the car were repulsed. Vera wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of grabbing someone’s junk and Carmela didn’t want her amazing sexual exploits with her husband known to their child, even despite her matured age. And so, the argument ensued. Vera made sure to enter her two cents into the entire matter. She didn’t sit back and listen like she did as a child and absorb the frightening happen. No. She had sponged that dry and could just as easily keep up with these things. If one were to just come across them and witness the odd argument, they’d think that the family was hellishly unhealthy. When in reality, this was simply how they bonded. Back to the present, Giovanni handed Vera one of her bags and gave her his usual wide smirk, ”Don’t listen to your mum. Sometimes, killin’ somethin’ is just necessary if you no longer want it bein’ a hassle.

[/color] Both females rolled their eyes and Carmela grabbed at her husband’s shoulder, angrily muttering something about how he needs to stop contradicting all she says. He grunted and replied with the fact that Vera was no longer two. Not bothering to get in on this one, Vera just rolled her eyes and left with her things to look for the terminal she was supposed to be boarding. Those two will never change.. She thought with the slightest of grins.

The plane ride was alright. Nothing too amazing or horrible worth mentioning. Both of her parents had to travel for work. And if she was on some form of break, she’d travel with who ever it was that was leaving; plane being the best form for long distance. Not to mention, her family was very diverse. Both of her parents were multiracial, having splashes of Ghanaian, French, Irish, Welsh, Egyptian, and various other things that Vera was most likely too lazy to list. Whenever there was some kind of a get together, planes were the way. With an impatient sigh, Vera stared out of her window. She wanted to just get to the place, so she could finally settle in and find something fun to do. That was all she could think about until there was a gentle vibration in her pocket. It was coming from her cell. And taking it from her pocket, she laughed; it was a text from her mother. Sorry for not giving you the proper good by, Dot. You know how your papa and I can get. Sliding open her phone, Vera turned it horizontally, so she could reply to her peculiar parent. Don’t worry about it. I kind of saw this coming. I love you, maman. The plane should be landing soon, so I have to turn this off.[/color] Doing so, reached up into the overhead carrier and grabbed her tote. In it, she had her wallet, feminine products, a brush & comb, very little make up, a DSi (for her inner nerd), a book; Nightlife by Rob Thurman, and
now, her cell phone.

"May I have your attention please. We are now landing. Please put on your seat belts and follow the signs above. No one should be standing at the moment, for it is quite hazardous. No electronic devices shall be used for the time being until off the plane. Thank you." The intercom chimed about ten or fifteen minutes later. Vera nestled her tote beside her and waited for the flying heap of metal to land. Upon arriving at her destination, Vera spotted someone around her landing terminal, holding up a sign with her last name. It was Christopher, someone that her mother worked with on business. He lived in the country and had offered Vera a ride, so she wouldn’t have to be near a complete stranger. Approaching each other, they exchanged a few words of greeting and Chris couldn’t help, but to tell Vera about how much she grew. Giving him a roll of her eyes and shoving a suitcase in his direction, she laughed and began to head out to the parking garage. The ride held much conversation. Vera; school, idiots she bitched out or beat up, parents, boys, and.. Girls. Chris; work, annoying women that wouldn’t stop hitting on him, ex-wife, kid. ”Thank God, Liliana looks nothing like you,” Vera joked. In her hand, she held a wallet-sized photo of a young girl, she was wearing a sunny yellow sundress. Her hair was long, reaching down to her hips and pulled back with ribbings in a pair of pigtails. Her grin was missing several teeth, but they were no big distraction when one gazed into her turtle shell gray eyes. Ironically, she looked like her father in hair and eyes, but had her mother’s face. All around, she was a gorgeous child. ”Ha ha, Vera Bee,”[/color] Chris chortled, using his passenger’s once over used childhood nickname. ”Looks like we’re here. I’ll take out your bags, but you’re carrying them inside by yourself for that comment.”[/color] Giving her almost brother-figure a punch in the shoulder, Vera got out of the now stopped car and went to the trunk for her things. Two suit cases, two duffle bags. They weren’t that much of a hassle, considering that the cases were on wheels and she could balance the bags on them, then drag the stuff up the road.

Finally reaching the house, she fished her key out of her pocket and entered, spotting no one. They’re either hiding in their rooms or not here yet..[/color] She thought as she pulled her things on in. The first thing she truly noticed were the stairs. There was only one way to carefully get up them, which was to bring one case and duffle bag at a time. Doing so had put her a bit out of breath, but she was still alive and kicking. Walking down the hall, she poked into a few emptied rooms, most likely for the guests. She chose a fairly simple one that had a rather simple design. The walls were painted a medium gray, but were accented with other neutral colours of furniture and decorations that were black and white. Dark purple bed spread, curtains, and a thistle rug really made things pop out. It was nice, but she wasn’t going to spend time going through things now. Setting her bags and suitcases near a wall, she took her tote, which had been on her shoulder since the plane, and rummaged through it. She took out her brush and walked over to the vanity, where she took off one of the hair ties she wore around her raised and pulled her hair back. To her, it had looked like a hot mess after the plane and car rides. As if she was going to present herself like that! With a few more touch ups and a quick straightening of her clothes, she saw herself ready and was prepared to greet the world. Or at least who ever was there. So, exiting her room, she began to explore the mansion.

”Anyone other than me here?!”[/quote]


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