GIJINKA, Willow Mantell

Willow Evelyn Mantell



THE BASICS


"you'll burn this time
Seeing the violence
It's feeding my mind
No one is saving you
How can you find
A heaven in this hell?"

"welcoming to the stage... um, what was your name again?"
My name is Willow Evelyn Mantell. Please don't ask again, I hate repeating myself.

"well, then, hello! now, this might seem rude, but... would you mind telling me your gender?"
...Are you blind? Or just stupid? This body is obviously female.

"sorry about that! now, can you tell me your age? birthdate? maybe even where you were born?"
This body is 13 years old, born on January 3rd in Celadon City in the Kanto region. As for my real age and birthplace, I don't feel obliged to tell you.

"i might have to get you a birthday present this year! that aside, with whom do you align yourself?"
...I'm neutral.

"so what's your occupation? got any special skills?"
I'm a legendary Gijinka. Mewtwo.

"now, are you a canon character? or an original character?"
...Original.

THE APPEARANCE


"Leave it behind
Hearing your silence
It screams our goodbye
Cannot believe it's an eye for an eye
Life is gone to waste"

"can you tell me the shortest description of yourself as you can?"
My physical appearance... I'm a female with long, silky black hair and violet eyes.

"you got a face claim? wanna share it with the world?"
HOMURA AKEMI, PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA as WILLOW MANTELL.

"what kind of clothing do you like best?"
The clothing I wear is always the same. I wear a purple, black and white schoolgirl uniform-looking dress, with black tights that have purple diamonds on the sides of them. My sleeves are long. I have a purple ribbon on the back of the dress near my lower back, and a purple ribbon on the front of the dress near my collar. My black shoes have heels on them, but aren't too big. I also wear a black headband in my hair. To see for yourself, click Here.

"any defining physical traits?"
I'm short, about 5'3, but that's only natural for a 13 year-old girl. I'm rather thin, but not awfully skinny. This body may look petite, but never judge a book by its cover.

"what about the hair and the eyes?"
My hair is black and quite long, and is always down. It's silky and quite soft, and often attracts a lot of attention from women and other girls. My eyes are a violet color, and yes, they're natural. *crosses arms*

THE PERSONALITY


"Angels have faith
I don't want to be a part of his sin
I don't want to get lost in his world
I'm not playing this game"

"tell me a bit about how you act."
...

+Strong
+Determined
+Protective
+Truthful
+Righteous

-Vengeful
-Hateful
-Blunt
-Cruel
-Rude

"hm... interesting. what are some things you like and don't like?"
Likes:
-Solitude
-Night time
-Dark and Psychic-type Pokemon
-Singing (when she's alone, of course)
-Watching Pokemon

Hates:
-Almost all of the human race
-Any sort of war
-Stupidity
-Emotions
-Anyone who captures Pokemon (not just trainers)

"what are some fears and goals you've developed over the years?"
...
(Willow's main fears are not being able to find Arceus, and for something bad to happen to Marley. Whether she be found out, or something even worse, she always fears this.

Her main goal is to protect Marley at all costs. Finding Arceus is a goal, like all the other legendaries, but it's not her main goal.)

"got any quirks? and we all have some habits - what are your's?"
I don't have to tell you things like this. *flips hair*

(Willow's first reaction to almost everything is to attack it. She'll see almost anything, and everyone, as a threat. That's a quirk, right? xD)

THE HISTORY


"When the shadows remain in the light of day
On the wings of darkness he'll retaliate
He'll be falling from grace
Till the end of all his days"

"now onto more... personal things. mind telling me who your parents were? any siblings?"
I've never had any parents or siblings of sorts. I don't know who they are, or where they are. (Willow's parents died when she was very, very young. She was admitted to an orphanage and never had any actual parents.)

"anyone else of importance in your life?"
Other than Marley, no one. *frowns* Is that a problem?

"now, tell me about your past. don't leave out any details!"
I don't need to tell you my history. In fact, I won't tell you. *turns away*

(Bleh, do I gotta tell another character's history? *sighs* Alright, here it goes! Listen carefully!

Willow Evelyn Mantell was born to a middle-aged couple who had thought that they couldn't have children for many years. The couple were overjoyed when they discovered that they were going to have a baby. The pregnancy went without any complications, and Willow was born a normal, healthy baby. For the first two years of her life, the black-haired girl grew up a normal, happy life. However, tragedy struck one night when the couple went out for the night and left their daughter with a babysitter. They were hit by another car, and the impact was so hard that they were both killed instantly. Having no other family to turn to, 2 year-old Willow was brought to an orphanage.

From the moment she arrived there, the girl was miserable. It wasn't the staff of the orphanage, or the other children that made her miserable. It was just life in general. After growing older, the girl would stare out the windows at other families, who held their child's hand and took them places. Why didn't she have a family? Did they not love her? Was she not good enough? No one knew about the fate of Willow's parents, and so she automatically assumed that she had been hated by her parents. Why else would she be in this stupid place? No one loved her, so what was the point of even living? For a few years, the girl actually considered suicide. She was an emotional wreck, and had turned dark and cold. Her caretakers had no idea what to do.

Willow, who was now twelve years old, wandered off one night away from the orphanage. It was obvious that no one wanted her, because she hadn't even been adopted. She wandered for days, and eventually came across Cerulean City. That night, she found a cave to sleep in. The girl was cold, miserable, and terribly hungry. She was awoken in the middle of the night by something speaking to her. She sat up and saw a sight that she didn't think was possible. There, standing in front of her, was the legendary Pokemon Mewtwo. Willow rubbed the sleep from her eyes, thinking it was a dream, until the legendary Pokemon spoke to her. It told her of the situation, and asked the young girl for permission to use her body as a vessel to keep its true form a secret. Willow knew that there was nothing else she could do. What else would she be able to do with her life? The answer was obvious: nothing. Joining with Mewtwo would be the best choice for her. So she agreed, and soon enough Mewtwo was on its way to the Lyeant region. This all brings up to now, where Willow is keeping a close eye over Marley, the Mew gijinka. She won't let her out of her sights for long periods of time. Thank you for listening~)

THE POKEMON


"From the ashes of hate
It's a cruel demon's fate
On the wings of darkness
He's returned to stay
There will be no escape
Cause he's fallen far from grace"

"you know, you kind of remind me of a pokemon! which one am i thinking of...?

Mewtwo, ?, Pressure
Psystrike, Shadow Ball, Aura Sphere, Electro Ball, Disable, Barrier

THE OOC


"ohhohoho"

"now, let's talk to the maker of this wonderful character. what's your name, sweetheart?"
The name's Night~!

"mind telling me how old you are?"
I'm 18!

"mhm. now, what words would you like under your username? for the mini-profile, that is."
Black Hole

"how long have you been doing what you're doing?"
Around 7, I suppose. :3

"can you show us how you write? something up to date, too!"

Hawkstrike's pace didn't quicken as he neared the border back onto his territory. It was early enough; even Windclan shouldn't be up, right? But, then again, Windclan were known to be the earliest risers. His fur bristled at the thought of a Windclan warrior catching him. Would they attack him, scold him and send him back over the border, or would they take him to get judgement from Stormstar? Any way that it turned out, he honestly didn't care. He wasn't even of clan blood. He wouldn't care if Riverclan kicked him out. He had wanted out for a long time. Would his sister, the only kin he had left, hate him for it? Or would she come with him? He always cared for his sister, no matter how different they grew apart from each other. That was why he always glared at all of the toms that looked at her longingly, scaring them away from her. He didn't want her to end up with a terrible excuse for a tom as her mate. If she were to ever have a bad mate that treated her like dirt, Hawkstrike wouldn't be able to keep his claws away from the tom's throat. And that was the last thing that he wanted to happen.

Suddenly, a small flock of birds flew out of a sorry excuse for a tree close to the dark tabby tom, making him jump. The fur on the back of his neck stood up as he realized that it was oddly quiet. Did he scare away all of the prey somehow? Anyways, it didn't matter. His border was now less than two tail-lengths away from him. Soon he would be back in camp, sharing his mouse with his sister. She deserved to eat nice, too. Out of nowhere a shape came blurring towards him, and Hawkstrike's icy blue eyes went wide in fright. He couldn't even move or say anything before the shape crashed into him. All of the air in his lungs was pushed out as the large tom was bowled over, the mouse in his mouth flying several tail-lengths away from him. After several moments he realized that the thing that bowled him over was another cat, and judging from the scent it was a Windclan warrior. Oh, foxdung. He growled in his mind. Shaking his head to try and clear the blurriness, Hawkstrike tried to sit up, his side aching from the impact just moments ago. His eyes went wide for a moment. The cat that had ran into him was like an exact copy of himself. Her fur was a little lighter, but she had the same eye color. It was a little startling. The tom tried to pull himself up, clenching his teeth with the effort. "Ugh... Ouch." He growled softly. He looked at the she-cat next to him, his now-fiery icy-blue eyes narrowing in anger. "What in Starclan's name were you doing? You could've killed me, you know." He growled. He didn't know who this she-cat was, but she must have had bees in her brain to be running around that fast.

Accepted
i'm going to humor the idea of a tiny little teddiursa appearing and her beating it to death with a stick, assuming it to be a threat. this sounds like the kind of humor that'd be right up shizu's alley. also, i think it's cute that she wants to keep marley safe. <3 accepted~!