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Sept 22, 2019 19:57:24 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 22, 2019 19:57:24 GMT -5
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[attr="class","plotsub"] [attr="class","plotsubtext"] welcome to the panic room
[attr="class","plotbg"] ABOUT second commander of the cruor, the sharp knife, the red dawn, the conqueror of saffron. cherry rising is, to put it bluntly, quite vicious. she is strict and controlling about her work and takes no weakness. she prefers shades of red to all other colors, wearing a red body suit majority of the time. her temper is down right atrocious and she is the one girl who will 10/10 stab a bitch be warned. cher does not tolerate disrespect, dishonesty, or disloyalty and can be quite difficult to deal with when she perceives any of those things to be occurring. she's a fire and ghost type trainer with a special gift in the art of throwing knives. almost no one has seen her bad eye as she wears an eye patch wherever she does. her weapons of choice are a set of knives and a sharp mini scythe. tread carefully, her bite and bark are nothing compared to her knives. [break][break] FRIENDS cher doesn't make friends easily. in fact, she is rather indifferent to even having friends. that being said, she would more than likely be somewhat friendly with the other commanders of the cruor as well as their leader. she has a love/hate relationship with fayna but otherwise, she basically has no friends whoops. anyone in the cruor is more than welcome to try to befriend her but she might try cutting you first so be careful with that. she's not necessarily a bad friend, she just prefers to stay strictly business and keep others at the farthest distance possible since it's a bit difficult for her to open up or be vulnerable in the slightest. [break][break] ENEMIES if you're good, you're an enemy. sorry, that's just the way it goes! she definitely views most of the cruor as competition so she will be rather standoffish with them as well. basically everyone is an enemy if she squints hard enough. that being said, most of her enemies are the cruor's enemies so that makes things a little to keep track of. if she sees a pokedex holder or gym leader, she'd more than likely attack without a second thought so if anyone wants to spice things up and meet some of her knives, feel free~ [break][break] LOVERS love is wide open for cher but you would have to work really hard to get her to open up or care about you in this sense. she doesn't love easily nor does she feel easily so it'll be a real difficult task to achieve. i don't picture her being involved with anyone at the moment since she's so focused on work but maybe someone will come along and catch her eye enough for her to give it a thought...
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Sept 8, 2019 20:34:53 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 8, 2019 20:34:53 GMT -5
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Her quip is left unanswered, nothing more than a snicker escaping the blonde. Figures. Cherry never did expect her to allow the redhead to get the better of her. After all, where's the fun in that? Still... The response she does get almost rubs her the wrong way. Maybe the way Fayna is so nonchalant about it, examining her pretty manicure with little care for anything. Or maybe it's how demeaning the whole thing sounds. Meeting a guy at a bar... They're more than that lifestyle, Fayna's more than that little vermin. A look of disgust flashes across her features and disappears with a sudden quickness that leaves one wondering if it was merely a figment of their imagination. Easy as shuffling a deck of cards... Perhaps it's her nature that brings such simplicity to her emotions. If it isn't indifference, it doesn't belong upon her face. She's a Rising, after all.[break][break]
"Should I be surprised that's why you were late?" Her voice is cold, even in tone. Usually she would snarl, even bare her teeth but right now... Fayna doesn't get the satisfaction now. She draws closer, heeled boots snapping against pavement. Too much space means loud voices, the threat of being overheard looming over head. Some people are so nosy and she merely refuses to entertain their worthless lives. Part of her desires the distance, however. Is it to save the blonde from the sight before her? The disgusting carcass of an eye long past saving... Cherry doesn't even own many mirrors because of it. How could she face that reflection every day...?[break][break]
Her mind registers the reaction with mild surprise. Of course she would expect nothing less besides indifference to her appearance. Fayna isn't someone she would call an enemy, far from it actually, and the blonde certainly isn't stupid. Only a moron would have the utter audacity to openly gawk at her eyes... Especially with the arsenal of sharp blades at her disposal.[break][break]
Truth be told, she doesn't know much of her counterpart's history besides the obvious involvement with the Cruor and her residence being this current city. She never really... bothered to ask. It isn't that she doesn't care necessarily, just that she didn't find it important. Everyone has a past, a history, a dirty secret or twelve. She has just as many skeletons in her closet as the next person and to bother someone with spilling their guts? It just isn't in her character. Still... The answer that escapes the first commander's lips is puzzling to the redhead. She knows there's a story behind it, there always is, but what? The sudden, inexplicable, urge to ask just why she finds this so difficult rises without a second thought. Cherry knows better, though. Knows better than to pry and bother and dissect the girl before her. Besides, she would cut the fingers off of whoever tried to pry about her eye. "I'm sorry to hear that," she murmurs, genuine sympathy seeping from her lips. The second commander understands, to a degree, and an apologetic response is certainly better than no response. "Any updates on the mission front?" She glances up toward the midnight sky, stars diminished from their glory with the pollution of city lights. Awkwardness is foreign to her, emotions even more so. The uncertainty of how to react in this situation, with both of them so exposed, is apparent in the way she shifts her weight with unease.[break][break]
The question takes her by surprise, singular working blue eye widening slightly. The spotlight is back on her and she just... isn't sure how to respond at this point. With an eye patch on, she can do anything, be anything, say anything. With both eyes on display, however... It just isn't as easy as usual. And so, with little effort, she brushes her bangs over the damaged organ in an attempt to regain her composure. She will always need a shield over it, if not for herself then for others. "Fine," she grits out. The sincerity of it all. It's so unlike them. Teasing and threats are their usual go-to but this? It has never fully happened before. They never express... feelings toward each other. "Things are fine. The boss was happy with Saffron, which is nice." Cherry glances at Gengar before looking back to Fayna with a raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile. "Almost ready for your turn?"
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Sept 7, 2019 22:58:25 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 7, 2019 22:58:25 GMT -5
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She regrets leaving her good eye patch home. This one is too tight, too annoying for her liking. Part of her is ready to just rip the damn thing to shreds and let the destroyed eye breathe. Most of her knows the general public isn't exactly ready to see what's beneath the shield. It's not like it's super bad but... It's certainly not good either.[break][break]
A snarl rips past her lips into the open air around her and she all but tears the worthless piece of cloth off her face. "Stupid thing," comes from gritted teeth. Screw it. She isn't here for the disgusting citizens of Goldenrod anyway. Well... She's here for one. Fayna. That irksome blonde. Anger simmers within her veins at just the mention of her name. God, who does she think she is? Some sort of idol? The whole thing disgusts Cherry. Pretty princesses don't belong in this line of work. Isn't she worried she'll break a nail or something? The soft sound of a scoff resonates in her throat as she turns away from the sight before her. The skyline of Goldenrod... Most love the city, find it breathtaking with all the glorious buildings. Her? She couldn't care less. If it isn't Lavender town, she just simply couldn't be bothered to pay it any mind.[break][break]
"Gengar," her voice is a hiss as she glances to the shadows around her. The faint echo of snickers are the only response she gets as her faithful ghost type reveals his head from the darkest part of the alley. "Find her yet?" The purple Pokemon merely shakes his head and she growls, gloved hands curling into tight fists at her sides. Does she have any sense of time? She specifically said to meet at midnight as to not be disturbed by the pests that occupy the city. To be kept waiting... The girl better pray she doesn't piss Cherry off more. After all, she did just happen to have sharpened her blades for the occasion. Pity to carve such a pretty face.[break][break]
The tap of heels against pavement alert the red bodysuit clad girl to company and she knows who it is without even turning around. "Don't you own a clock?" She snarls, patience already thin as paper as her fists uncurl. "You can't even use trying to be fashionably late as an excuse, either. Your outfits are ugly," The snark is out in full force tonight, bark almost matching how vicious her bite is. A knife is pulled out and twirled within previously idle fingers in one fluid motion. A warning... She turns then, red hair swirling around her shoulders at the motion. Gengar fully appears at her side with a mocking salute and malicious grin toward the blonde. "How are things?" It sounds uncomfortable coming from her lips. Politeness is not normally something she does but she feels a certain kinship with the girl, she supposes. Maybe that's why she even bothered showing her face in this god awful city. Nevertheless the commander continues to play with her knife as she waits for an answer, one eye focused on Fayna's face while the other is a bloody mess of shattered blue. Is this what it's like to feel exposed...?
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Sept 7, 2019 15:57:12 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 7, 2019 15:57:12 GMT -5
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They infiltrated the city.[break][break] Destruction lies ahead, buildings crumbling and burning, bodies littering the streets. Blood runs like a river and a single eye patched woman stands in the center of it all. Her orders, her mission, her ruins. The leader said to kick things off with a bang... And so she did. Several of them, actually. Lining the city's outskirts with explosives was genius on her behalf and then to seal it all off from the outside with a psychic barrier? Man, she's really outdone herself now.[break][break] "Cruor," she coos into the headset nestled into silky red hair. "Join me in the center! Let's look over our work." The transmission ends with that sentence, pride seeping from every word. Of course she's proud. Why wouldn't she be? The start of a war... All at her hands. The rest of Kanto watches in horror as Saffron City begins to fall. Every now and then a few grunts pop on the other line to inform her of the headlines. They merely fuel her arrogant pride. Carnage in the streets of Saffron. Terrorist attack in Kanto. Explosives decimate a whole city. Do the papers want a comment? She'll give them several.[break][break] Screams still echo throughout the city as she perches herself atop a pile of rubble. Legs swinging, she lies in wait for her subordinates to arrive. They best not keep her waiting... And what if the vermin find her instead? The Pokedex Holders and their cute little followers. She'll crush them all. Their corpses won't even be identifiable when she's done with them.[break][break] "Gengar, Arcanine," she murmurs as two members of her Pokemon team approach. She had originally sent them out to keep watch while she moved to a location suitable for a meet-up and finally, they were returning. Gengar appears from the shadows with ease and a sinister snicker while Arcanine leaps from her spot atop the nearest building. Her lovely Pokemon... Such talents they are. Eyes from above and eyes in the shadows have always been her most reliable ways of gathering intelligence and her team had been specially trained for such tasks. "Find any trespassers?" She looks between the pair, murmuring her approval when both shake their heads. "Good. Wouldn't want anyone interrupting our little party now would we?" With that, she turns her attention back to the abandoned ruin of a street ahead. Arcanine joins her side while Gengar disappears back into the shadows to watch her back as she waits.[break][break] Smoke weaves through the streets and as she finally sees the faint outline of figures approaching in the black clouds, she slowly rises to her feet. A malicious grin curls upon her lips and she, with all the authority she can command, stands tall on her pile of ruins. Let them come. Greet your commander, sing your praise...
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Sept 5, 2019 22:37:07 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 5, 2019 22:37:07 GMT -5
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Sept 5, 2019 15:10:48 GMT -5
Post by CHERRY RISING on Sept 5, 2019 15:10:48 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","revcall"] [attr="class","revcalltop"] [attr="class","revcallimg"] [attr="class","revcallname"]CHERRY RISING [attr="class","revcalllyric"]WELCOME TO THE PANIC ROOM [attr="class","revcallbar"] [attr="class","revcallbar1"]
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-goody two shoes[break] -boredom[break] -guns[break] -losing[break] -disrespect[break] -attitude (unless it's hers)[break] -showing her bad eye[break] -the color yellow
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[/PTab={background-color:transparent;width:598px;height:400px;padding:0px!important;margin:-23px -3px -3px -3px;}] [PTab= [attr="class","revcalltab"][attr="class","fa fa-book"] ] [attr="class","revcallbio"] PASTThe Risings were always residents of Lavender Town, spanning back generations of fire type trainers. They kept to themselves mostly, loner types with a rough exterior. Most of the town loathed them and their detached ways of functioning within the small society. Ever since Cherry could remember, she had always broken the mold of her family name. Sure, they weren't rich or socialites, but they still carried themselves to a very high standard. Never show your emotions. Stay neutral and you will survive no matter the obstacle... It was a bunch of bullshit if you asked her.[break][break] She had been bursting with energy and liveliness even as an infant. Her parents, despite their cold natures, loved her in their own special ways. She was their only child, after all, blue eyed with fiery red hair. They believed she would be the strongest of their family. There was a certain fire in her eyes that both terrified and excited them... How were they supposed to know what the future held for their little fire girl?[break][break] Childhood was normal for the most part... Well, until her accident anyway.[break][break] Cherry was ten at the time, working hard to prove to her parents that she was worthy of being a Rising, worthy of the power they achieved with their Pokemon. Her father was a blacksmith at the time, crafting a beautiful array of weapons and shields for various companies. The police from the next city over frequently asked him to help make stronger shields and sometimes, he even let Cherry assist him. Maybe that was why she found herself practicing with throwing knives... They were beautiful things of cold steel with sharp blades and curving handles. In her spare time, she had always preferred to twirl a knife around rather than anything else. Something about the sharp, cool blade was so alluring to her... Even after all this time she still carries those knives around... Her father's knives, holders of both cruel and fond memories.[break][break] He had left her unsupervised one day, mentioning something about running an errand in the next town over. She mumbled her acknowledgement before he left, eyes roaming over a small blade in her hands. It only took an hour for him to get back, an hour for her to lose consciousness, and a mere hour for her life to be turned upside down. You see... While her father was gone, Cherry had decided to do some practice, same as she always did. This time, however, it proved to be a grave mistake. One of her knives had fallen to the ground, the hilt separating from the blade at the harsh contact with the floor. Anxiety flooded her system, blocking out all sense and logic... In a hasty attempt to pick up the broken pieces of her father's favorite blade, she blocked out all other obstacles with her focus sorely on fixing the problem before her father came home... Her focus fixated so badly, however, that she failed to notice the forgotten knife in her right hand or how dangerously close her elbow was to smashing into the floor. She made contact with the floor, left hand reaching for the pieces, while her right elbow collided with the floor. The unexpected shock wave of pain that erupted from her elbow caused her arm to jerk back toward her body, her right hand subconsciously jerking into her face with the movement. Her sight narrowed and the room spun, then, and it took a few seconds for the sheer agony to kick in...[break][break] Cherry woke up in a hospital room, groggy and extremely disoriented. A tight sensation wrapped around her head and cheek, rubbing against her skin and slightly pulling at her hair. Confusion set in, then, as she lifted a hand to feel just what was causing the weird sensation. Bandages. A plethora of them. Confusion switched to panic as she tried, and failed, to tear the bandages off. Nurses started shouting, struggling with the young girl to stop her from revealing her new deformity... A doctor yelled something, a nurse scrambled out of her area of vision to her left, and the room faded back to black in moments.[break][break] It took a year for her to understand what losing sight in one of her eyes meant but it took years for her to truly understand that it was a mere accident.[break][break] An eye patch became her most common accessory, shielding herself from the judgement of strangers and most importantly... The judgement of herself. Her parents had told her the story over and over of how it was just a freak accident. A misjudged calculation of perception on her part for thinking the floor wasn't as close as it was. It could happen to anyone... A bunch of lies. She did it to herself. She stabbed herself in her left eye, permanently blinding the organ, in a panicked attempt to escape her father's temper. How was that not her own fault? If she hadn't been so careless and dropped his favorite knife... Maybe she would still be able to see out of her left eye.[break][break] Years later, she had finally left home in search of something... What that was, she wasn't sure. Maybe something that seemed bigger than her and her problems? Something that would truly excite her again... Her physical appearance wasn't the only thing that drastically changed that day, after all. Her personality became something her parents almost didn't recognize. She grew to become colder than before, ruthless in a way that was almost terrifying. Part of her had wanted to see others experience the pain and emotional trauma that she did... Most of her wanted to be the cause of that suffering, the same way she was the cause of her own.[break][break] She joined the Cruor a year later with her team of fire and ghost types. A grunt at first before climbing to the position of third commander in three years and soon, her desire to inflict suffering with her own hands was close at hand... PRESENTCurrently, Cherry is busy preparing for the beginning of war. Excitement fills the Cruor headquarters in Kanto with each passing day. Part of her is just impatient at this point, wanting to begin and get to breaking some bones... The other part is almost nervous to jump start this war. What if they don't succeed? What will happen to her then? She has always survived but will she survive this? Will anyone..?[break][break] For now, she is merely carrying out orders. Small attacks at first... Soon, she will be a catalyst for what is to come with a bigger attack. A large scale act of terrorism upon the unsuspecting civilians of the Pokemon world, at her orders, with her own hands. Maybe then she will feel the pieces of her that decayed with her eye begin to slowly come back to life... pokemon [/PTab={background-color:transparent;width:598px;height:400px!important;padding:0px!important;margin:-23px -3px -3px -3px;}] [PTab= [attr="class","revcalltab"][attr="class","fa fa-user"] ]
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