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"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I lift my lids and all is born again.
I think I made you up inside my head."

NAME --

Clementine Isabella Shoemaker

NICKNAMES/ALIASE(S) --

None

GENDER --

Female

AGE --

19

POKEMORPH --

No.

"I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
I think I made you up inside my head."

APPEARANCE --

Clem is but a wisp of a woman. Skinny shoulders hover over a flat chest, slender neck extending into a softly rounded face. Large, violet eyes peer beneath her bangs, pale eyelashes growing long and thick. High-set cheekbones end in a long, pointy chin. Her small nose turns up at the end, her forehead small. Small, pink lips protect a small mouth full of small teeth. Tiny, barely pointed ears rest beneath her hair. Her entire face is just, well, small.

Clem's hair is thick and straight, naturally such a pale blond it seems white. It falls to her chest, her bangs cut thick and straight across her pale eyebrows. She often wears various hats, hair falling in her face as though she's attempting to hide. This thought is given more by the large, dull shirts she often wears to swallow her. Her skin is so pale it's nearly translucent, and blue veins can be seen stretching across the length of her arms and legs.

Her torso is long, often arched in bad posture. She doesn't stand too tall, at just below five feet, but her skinny legs are the longest aspect of her being, her knees large and knobby. She stands a bit pigeon toed. Her arms are also long and skinny, her tiny wrists and hands appearing extremely weak. She gives off an aura of delicacy and fragility, as if any sudden movement may break her.

Her voice is just as small as the rest of her, every soft word carefully chosen. She barely parts those tiny lips when speaking, voice inaudible more than she herself would like.

The main thing the girl has going for her is her ability to bond quickly and strongly with Pokemon. For as long as she could remember, she had attracted the phenomenal creatures, big and small. She has always loved them fiercely, and always will.



PERSONALITY --

Clementine, always having been sickly and weak of body, has grown to be extremely strong of mind. Holed up in her childhood home, Clem did little more than read and breathe. She was a sponger, soaking up every bit of information she could on history, Pokemon, mathematics, and any other subject you could think of. She's a walking fountain of useless knowledge. Though she is seemingly naive in the way of the vicious world, Clem has never met another human able to meet her brain in combat.

Although the girl is kind of heart, she is blunt, unaware of most social boundaries. She speaks her mind, and her mind is usually correct. If she finds something repulsive, or unattractive, she lets it be known. She lacks the filter most humans her age have developed, and this often leads her into some bad situations.

Soft-spoken and sheltered, the small girl is often very shy around humans, especially men. She has little experience in the department of maintaining a relationship, since most of her life was spent with nurses and nannies who were as exchangeable as clothing.

"I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
I think I made you up inside my head."

HISTORY --

Nineteen years ago, fragile little Clem was born one month earlier than planned in Lilycove, just at the edge of the Hoenn region. Due to complications during the premature birth, her mother, Suzanne Shoemaker, passed away from internal bleeding. Clem herself, small besides the early birth, was so bad off her own father, Donald, was unable to touch her for over a month.

After the little girl pulled through, she was taken home by a mourning man with no concept of how to raise a child, let alone a little girl. He was stern, a lawyer, and very, very wealthy, both from his own volition and the great inheritance his own father had once left him. He set the small baby up in a pink nursery, hired three different nannies and a stay-in doctor to care for the sickly babe.

As Clementine grew, weak and sick, nannies came and went like flies. They'd swarm around her for a few weeks, cooing and loving, until her obsessive father grew paranoid of their presence and fired them. Another woman would arrive within the end of the day. In Donald's mind, they all wanted his money, and his jewel of a girl.

A jewel he considered her, yet no attention did he pay her. Clementine was lucky enough to see him moving about every so often in the dark mansion they lived in. He took to consuming large amounts of wine and shutting himself up in his own room, or disappearing for days at a time. The little girl grew up alone, suffering in silence.

When Clementine's father died of a long and painful bout of stomach cancer, all of the estate and money went to her. She had just turned nine. She didn't cry, or mourn, she simply said goodbye.

She began to request that Pokemon, which she'd only read about, visit her. The nurses arranged this, asking neighbors to come and bring their Pokemon, promising great sums of money to anyone who could please the strange little girl. Men and women came from all over the city, allowing their Pokemon to spend hours with the girl. A new side of Clem shown through, playful and energetic, and her health seemed to improve greatly. She began taking short trips outside with the neighbor's various Pokemon, walking about the well-kept yard until she tired. It was as if she were a new person completely.

They hired teachers to come and tutor her, and the girl excelled in all subjects. She quickly grew bored, however, as she read more and more. She learned of people much younger than her leaving home, and going on wonderful journeys.

So, ten years after her father's death, she left. She fired the people who buzzed about her mansion and took off to an entirely different region, ready to make her own way in the world.

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE --

Clementine had felt a bit uneasy when she entered the swamp. The boots she'd chosen for this expedition didn't quite seem to be as great as the shopkeeper had promised, because already they'd been soaked through with something. Hopefully it was just mud. As she found herself perching on a small area that was a bit more stable, Ione frowned up at her. The poor Drowzee had mud caked all over his lower half.

"I would let you go inside your Pokeball, but... honestly, I'm a little scared."

This place made her uncomfortable. There was something sad about it. It frightened her much more than the caverns they'd been in last time had. The feeling she got from this dying place was negative. Clementine did not feel at home.

When Clem admitted to her fear, the frown on Ione's dirty face twitched. He didn't want his lovely to be scared, and if he must suffer through dirt and grim to make her feel better, than so he would suffer. He reached up and lent her his hand, the two of them standing side by side on the tiny knot-hill they had discovered, looking out over the decaying landscape.

"I hope there are even Pokemon here, Ione."

"I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I think I made you up inside my head."

[ZOM]

looks lovely!! <3 accepted! make sure to put a link in your signature and make her a PC thread, then you'll be all set to visit the lab!