Post by katemanners on Nov 28, 2012 14:36:38 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2l9bt.gif); width: 400px; border: 2px solid #fff, bTable][STYLE= font: 20px/5px Courier; color: F7F7F7; text-shadow: -1px 0 #6B6656, 0 1px #6B6656, 1px 0 #6B6656, 0 -1px #6B6656; padding-left: 30px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -3px; ]tristan[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #ffffff; border: 4px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -15px; text-align: center; width: 415px; margin-top: -10px; ]  [/style][STYLE= font: 20px/3px Serif; color: F7F7F7; text-shadow: -1px 0 #6B6656, 0 1px #6B6656, 1px 0 #6B6656, 0 -1px #6B6656; padding-right: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -3px; line-height: 30px] I'm not looking for answers, but dear God, why did you choose her? [/style] | |
| [cs=2][atrb=style, background: #fff; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.7; ][STYLE=height: 50px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; width: 400px; ]FULL NAME; Tristan , GENDER; Male, AGE; Seven SPECIES; Cubone [/style] | |
| [atrb=style, background: #fff; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px; ][STYLE=height: 200px; width: 175px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 000000] SEXUALITY; Bisexual LIKES;
DISLIKES;
POSITIVES;
NEGATIVES;
HABITS/MANNERISMS;
FEARS;
SECRETS;
[/style] | [atrb=style, background: #fff; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px; ][STYLE=height: 200px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; width: 175px; ] HEIGHT; 1'05 WEIGHT; 15.2 lbs IDENTIFYING MARKINGS; None ACCESSORIES/ITEMS;
TM/EGG MOVES;
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| [cs=2][atrb=style, background: #fff; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.7; ][STYLE=height: 150px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; width: 400px; ]HISTORY; At first, it was just Natasha and her mate. The Marowak enjoyed her relationship with a Charmelion named Jonathan, but he was a traveler, so often was gone. They were young and stupidly in love, so she waited for him- he came back every once and a while bringing nice gifts. He terrified Tristan, and he would hide whenever his father came home. Natasha would laugh and coax him out, promising him that everything was all right. Her so was timid, but eventually warmed up to Jonathan- though every time he came back they had to do it again because he’d be scared again. She loved her little son, and nurtured the intelligence she had passed onto him. She had made for them a small underground home, and there the little family was safe and warm. Tristan was quiet happy, even if he never ventured out from their little home. He was happy where he was, safe with his mother. Why did he need to meet other Pokémon? He helped his mother build things for their little home and listen to her tell stories of her many adventures. Eventually, Natasha forced her son out of their home; he had to see the world she told him of so often. She went with him, showing him how to gather things and how to use his moves. Eventually, he became brave enough to venture out on his own. One day, a Charzard came down from the sky to meet him, and in terror, he ran. The larger Pokémon followed after him, calling for him to come back, though much of his words were lost by the sound of Tristan’s heavy breathing and the crashing of tree’s. The large Pokémon tripped on one of the wires Natasha had set up around the house, and fell to the ground with an earth shaking crash. Tristan ran back home and discovered the new wing that she had been digging had caved in. With no supports to keep it up, the vibrations of the Charzard’s fall had trapped Natasha under rock and earth. He dug her out, but she had already been crushed, suffocated in the dirt. Tristan cried and wailed for hours, begging for her to wake up, apologizing that he had lead the intruder so close to home. He stayed there for a few weeks, collapsing the front entrance and digging out a new one in case the Charzard was still looking for him. Eventually, he left his little home, taking only the skull of his mother and her old club to keep him safe. [/style] | |
| [cs=2][atrb=style, background: #fff; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.7; ][STYLE=height: 50px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 000000; width: 400px; ]KATE; AGE; 18 (19... almost... so close...) GENDER; Imma YEARS ROLE PLAYING; over a decade now WHERE DID YOU FIND US?; Ad OTHER CHARACTERS; None o: [/style] |
