GIJINKA, victoria carter

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VICTORIA

CARTER

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WELCOMING TO THE STAGE... UM, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? ►	Ya' know, at first I was confused. I mean, why interview me out of all the loonies out there? Guess I'm just as worthless as the next stranger you're going to interview, then, huh? Everyone calls me Victoria Carter – Tori for short – though, a long time ago, I went by Reshiram.
WELL, THEN, HELLO! NOW, THIS MAY SEEM RUDE, BUT... WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME YOUR GENDER? ►	Aha, I'm guessing these are the questions you ask everyone? Or are you just trying not to step on my toes if I'm trans- or agender? If I told you I was actually the second one, but go as a female in this body, would that weird you out?
SORRY ABOUT THAT! CAN YOU TELL ME YOUR AGE? BIRTH DATE? MAYBE EVER WHERE YOU WERE BORN? ►	Oh man. Age? Birthday and place? That's a little tough to answer. Let's just say I'm twenty, I was born on the thirteenth of may, and I was born somewhere in Unova.
I MIGHT HAVE TO GET YOU A BIRTHDAY PRESENT THIS YEAR! THAT ASIDE, HOW DO YOU ALIGN YOURSELF? ►	Ha! You're going to flat out ask my if I'm “good” or “evil”? Even if the world was as black and white as that, what sort of idiot would actually tell you they were bad? I'm gonna say it's safe to label me as chaotic, neutral, but I do try to do at least one good thing every day. As for these stupid Minder or Besser groups, I couldn't care less. As long as they're not steppin' on my toes, we're all good.
SO WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION? GOT ANY SKILLS? ►	I'm actually a gijinka. Not born that way, though my hair has always been this white. Pretty weird, huh?
HAVE YOU GOT A FACE CLAIM? CARE TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD? ►	fujiwara no mokou from touhou as victoria carter.

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■ realistic[break] ■ ambitious[break] ■ courageous[break] ■ vivacious[break] ■ honest[break] ■ hard-working[break] ■ humble[break] ■ persistent[break] ■ self-reliant[break] ■ perceptive[break] ■ greedy[break] ■ reckless[break] ■ blunt[break] ■ violent[break] ■ haphazard[break] ■ critical[break] ■ resentful[break] ■ gullible[break] ■ stubborn[break] ■ pessimistic[break] ▲ TELL ME A BIT ABOUT HOW YOU ACT. Likes, huh? Well, fer starters, fire is probably my favorite things in the whole world. There's just something so... awesome about lighting something up and watching it blaze. My favorite Pokemon type, though, isn't the fire-type – it's actually dragon-type Pokemon, since they're closer to me than a blob of magma in a rock shell. I love money, almost as much as I do fire; if I could have my way, I'd be wealthy for the rest of time and space. Smoking is supposedly bad for my body, but the immediate stress relief really balances out future health problems, especially when this body is so disposable. Lastly, I guess I like... helping people out. It just... gives me a warm, fluffy feelin' inside, ya' know?[break][break] Things I don't like include stinkin' Zekrom. I'll get my revenge on that piece of [poop] someday... Rain is wet and cold and gross and puts out my pretty fires. It also comes with lightning, which comes with Zekrom, and... * pretends to gag * I hate reading, and any sort of book. They make better burning material than learning material, if ya' know what I mean! The color blue is really ugly. Dunno why it bothers me so much, but whatever. And, most importantly, there is nothing I hate in this world more than liars. Let 'em all burn, I say! ▲ INTERESTING! WHAT ARE SOME THINGS YOU LIKE AND DON'T LIKE? Fears, ya' say? Eh, don't got much of those. I guess gore really sets me off, and really scary horror movies can make me a little jumpy read: very jumpy, but I ain't scared of 'em or nothin'. Goals, though... Well, my first goal is, like I said earlier, to get revenge on Zekrom. He's beaten me once – no, twice! - already, and that's two times too many! Like I said even earlier, though, I try to do at least one good thing a day, just to try an' counter all of the bad things I did in my last human body. … It's gonna take a while, that's for sure. ▲ WHAT ARE SOME GOALS OF YOUR'S? FEARS?

“perhaps god gave the answers to those with nothin' to say.” [break] They have only ever lived to serve.[break][break] The Creator breathes life into them in centuries long passed, two souls living in perfect harmony in the empty husk of a body It has not finished making for them. They share a single mind – a balance of truth and ideals, willpower and restraint, empathy and justice – and the Lord they so readily serve believes that It has finally created a deity worth shaping in his image. They are the most beautiful of dragons, shining bright in the night and shading the blinding light of day, and as It sends them off to the mainland to preach his ways to the arrogant humans who have taken root there, they revel in the way the maggots bow at their feet. For generations, they spread the word of their Maker to the people, and not a day passes that they do not enjoy their purpose. Their servitude to the Original One.[break][break] But not all of the humans fear the brilliant beast that has been sent down to teach them. A pair of brothers, twins, perhaps not arrogant so much as they were ambitious, appear before them and do not tremble like the rest. The twins speak of a land they envision, one separate from the mainland where it may flourish in its own right and develop beyond the other regions that may drag it down. They beg them to give them aid, to use their godly powers to break a part of the land away so that the dream they both have envisioned may finally become true. A balance of wonder and hesitation is what leads them to seek the council of the Creator, and it is will his blessing that they use the powers of fire, thunder, and ice to shake the earth, split the land, and begin their rule over an island isolated from all else. They work with the twins to establish order, much like the perfect order that they, themselves, represent. The initial hysteria subsides, and what was just another area in Johto has burned away to give rise to a new power: the region of Unova.[break][break] As the heroes that worked to create and maintain the region, however, watch their years slip by them through loose fingertips, things begin to change. As children and young men, they could always see eye to eye. With time, though, the things they hold dear began to shift and change.[break][break] Truth?[break][break] Ideals?[break][break] Which one is more important?[break][break] For years, the two combat each other over this, their close relationship shattered and the structure of the region that relied on their unity shaken. Frightened, the great joint dragon try to figure out which truly took precedent over the other. A perfect balance of empathy and logic does them nothing, provides no clear winner, and in their desperation, they split into two: she, white, truth; he, black, ideals. As the Creator mourns the split of yet another failure of his creations and the twins both she and he broke apart to support wither away to the natural laws of life, both dragons part ways. Unova, too, withers in their wake. In time, however, it will rise again without the aid of its makers, and only then will it prove to be the region the brothers had forseen all along.[break][break] Three masters she has served, and in less than three centuries, she has failed them all.[break][break] “who am i foolin' - i'm king of the ruins.” [break] It is a pleasure to burn.[break][break] She burns the agony and the hate from the region she has helped to build from nothing, and the world reveres her for her dedication, her grace, and her honesty. She brings them fire to warm themselves, fire to light their way, fire to light the sky so they may marvel at its greatness. Together with the rains and lightning that the deity she was once joint with lays claim to, they brighten the path that Unova must take, and their people reward them with names. Long ago, they had shared one such title – too elaborate and holy to be spoken by human tongue, to be comprehended by human mind – but she accepts her replacement because it is one that belongs to her and her alone.[break][break] Reshiram.[break][break] The masses build them twin towers, one on each side of the globe, where they may watch over their sheep from a height fit for gods. She settles herself in a place they call the Dragon Spiral Tower, and it is from there that she spends her days: teaching, watching, aiding. They love her as much as they fear her, and she thinks of them as all of her children. Perhaps she has failed the expectations of the Creator, yes, but the way the old and the young and the strong and the weak love her for her honesty and empathy most certainly makes up for her failures of the past.[break][break] Where she can see beauty in what is, however, her fellow deity – Zekrom – can only see beauty in what can be. He is the ideals that contrast her truths, and he preaches to his follows on the eastern shores of Unova what will happen once they sacrifice their ways in exchange for advancement. For years, fear of change leaves the odds in her favor; though, when her fires begin to destroy as much as they help, her children turn their back on her and face toward a future of “might be”s and “perhaps”es. Needless to say, she is furious with her equal, especially as she watches the humans die needlessly for his cause.[break][break] When they battle, it shakes the earth and heavens, and thousands of humans and Pokemon alike are slaughtered in the fray. Electricity against fire, ideals against truth. For five whole years, they lock themselves in combat, and it is only when she falls to the ground that an unclear winner is decided. He moves to slay her, to end the only threat to his idealistic world, but quick thinking and quicker movements allow her to flee from the scene before her existence screeches to a halt. Returning to the Dragon Spiral Tower would be too predictable, and he would surely follow her there to finish the job. Instead, she attempts to hide in the masses, humbling herself and approaching before the humans who serve her.[break][break] A god among men hardly goes unnoticed, Reshiram realizes quickly, and as the black dragon she's once been a part of tears across the land in search of her, she realizes what she must do.[break][break] “if you wanna cut the cards, sammy's gonna up the odds” [break] It takes quite a bit of time, and more corpses than she'd like to admit to – any are too many, truly – but the effort pays off in the end, and she finally discovers the secret to merging with the body of a human.[break][break] Victoria Martz is the name of the first human she takes control of, casting out the soul that had originally been there and adopting not only her name, but her life. The wife of one of the wealthiest men in the region, possibly the world, the extravagant life she leads while hiding away from her vengeful partner is not much of a step down from her deity-like status. No longer can she burn things whenever she so feels like it, and her adopted husband seems to catch on to something not being entirely right with his supposed “wife” from the day she takes over, but as time passes, she begins to enjoy her time spent in the lap of carefree luxury. Zekrom ceases his pursuit no more than a decade later, yet she decides that a few more years as the lovely Mrs. Martz would never hurt anyone.[break][break] No, no, it's not her snatching the body of an innocent passerby that hurts anyone. It is, instead, the greedy murder of Mr. Martz and the loss of everything she owns to the thieves that show up in his murder's wake.[break][break] It all happens so fast, she feels. One day he's there, smiling down at her as she picks flowers in the garden, or makes a joke right up his alley, or is simply there. The next, he is being taken away to be prepped for a funeral. The one after that, she comes home to an empty home. All of the restraint in her body and soul can't keep her from collapsing to the floor and bawling, mourning for something that was never really her's to begin with, but feels so wrong to be without. To leave her host's body and allow the real Victoria's soul to return now would be a crime she would never forgive herself for. All of the grief in her heart is dulled by the fact that she has been here for only a fraction of the time as the real one, and the love she held for the family and the servants and everyone associated with her vessel is halved – at best.[break][break] Instead, she leaves what little she has to her “children” and her “servants” and heads for the streets. It's here that she hopes to start over, to build a life of her own from the ground up. For all of the realities that she's so painfully aware of, for one time in her life, she gives into idealism: if she works hard enough, maybe; if she's kind enough, maybe; if she prays to the Creator enough, maybe; perhaps she will be able to start over and carry on her life as a human until the day her vessel breaks down and dies. If only the portraits that fantasies painted depicted something that could actually bear results.[break][break] The characters without a home or without work do not accept her in the way she had envisioned, and more often than not, she is attacked by men and women alike on a near daily basis. They cut her hair, steal the few things she acquires, mock her for her lost status and family. She learns that, to wear one's heart on their sleeve is to have their heart stolen, mutilated, and returned in peaces. She learns that kindness is about as far from a virtue as can be when one is clawing for scraps at the bottom of the barrel. She learns that all of her grace, all of her empathy is wasted. Truth hits her like a bullet in the back, and she wears it like a mask to cover up the traits society deems as weaknesses.[break][break] It starts with miniscule thefts. She pickpockets a knife from one of the passerby and uses it to steal the gold from the people who are unfortunate enough to pass her by. So little, however, does she actually earn; upon learning this, she ups the odds. She breaks into homes, takes their silver, and sells it for her own personal gain. It isn't until she is nearly caught that she is forced to resort to murder to keep her identity as hazy as she can keep it, but even that quickly becomes routine. Before she knows what is happening, the name Martz has become feared – whispered in hushed tones on the streets, in homes – and she revels in this new found treatment. Even the law cannot reckon with a god in sheep's clothing, and the whole region trembles at her feet in a way they haven't since she was a god in god robes. Only this time, its different. Her flames are not met with joy, but with terror.[break][break] And as centuries pass – her body never aging, “Martz” becoming the enigmatic “Lady in White”, the guilt over crimes ebbing way to indifference and even pleasure – she thinks she likes terror even better.[break][break] “standing in the afterglow - i guess we gave 'em quite a show” [break] The world passes into the modern age, and it's on a thrown of wealth and corpses that she wonders if she has taken things a bit too far.[break][break] A bullet wound through the chest and a dead vessel provides a clear “yes”.[break][break] “i've been waiting, long forgotten, shipwrecked on a distant shore” [break] The air in the Dragon Spiral Tower has never felt more heavy.[break][break] Zekrom's tower has long since been destroyed, but he'd left her own vacant in the instance that she returned. In fact, she's surprised to see him not there for unofficially “welcoming party” of her back to her god-like status. She floats through halls and rooms, up stairs and out doors, and marvels at the plethora of dragon-type Pokemon that have made themselves at home in her absence. It's of no concern to her, though; so long as they are not human, they matter little to her superior mind.[break][break] Victoria speaks little to her consorts as time inches slowly by. Instead, she wallows in solitude, a deep rooted need to return to her malicious ways dragging down at her mind and making anything and everything seem a chore. Her children, the ones she lived amongst and betrayed for her own sick amusement – despite being unaware that it was their white dragon god that had preformed such crimes over the centuries – begin to view her as a malevolent deity. Her fire is destructive, and her harsh realities even moreso. They do not praise her as they had in days long passed, nor do they fear her for all their power. Instead, they spit and kick on the tower their ancestors had built in her honor, leaving her to hiss and growl in their wake.[break][break] By the time he arrives, Reshiram has come to the conclusion that she despises these miserable creatures. As such, the strange man with hair the color of young spring leaves is not well received, especially when be starts to spout nonsense about a world to quixotic to possibly be real. A world where Pokemon and humans were in perfect balance, rather than the former being enslaved to the later. She scoffs at his dream, mocks him for such an unattainable goal.[break][break] “And how, might I ask, do you plan to accomplish all of this frivolity?”[break][break] “... With your aid.”[break][break] The dragon cannot help but to laugh at the notion of her assisting him, and laughs even more at the face he makes as a response. What he says next, however, managed to catch her off guard. “This might sound very foolish to you, but that is exactly why I came here to ask for your help. Zekrom governs over ideals – but I already know what is ideal. What I need is truth to make it a reality.”[break][break] Not long later, she casts him away from her brilliant tower alone.[break][break] She tells him, however, to call for her when it is time to make his dream real.[break][break] “never burn the bridges before you if you've burned the ones behind” [break] Zekrom meets her in battle that day, paired with a boy who knows that Pokemon and humans are already equal, and the bitter taste of defeat catches up with her once again. It is with heavy lids that she watches this boy, this child conquer the rest of Natural Harmonia Gropius' team with surprisingly little struggles, watches as his face twists and the room fills with strangers when Ghetsis' evil intentions came out for all to see, watches as he is thrown into just another battle and defeats the corrupt man. And, as they take the aforementioned man into custody and out of the castle, Victoria can't help but marvel at the prodigy her fellow dragon has chosen as his hero.[break][break] He is from a different crop than the humans she so readily wrongs. From a different crop than she, herself, had been while wearing sheep's clothing.[break][break] She carries N off and away, taking him to wherever his heart so desires as compensation for his loss. He, however, does not see it this way; he talks in a voice that mirrors the wonder she felt watching their battles transpire, speaks of having lost and learned. As they part ways, she muses over how she, too, has lost – but what, yet, has she learned?[break][break] Two years have passed when N returns, begging for her help once more, and she still hasn't the slightest clue.[break][break] “see my name upon your soul's marquee: i am agony and ecstacy” [break] “wE wIlL bE WhOlE.”[break][break] She burns away the cold with the heat of a thousand suns, and saving the child takes a back seat when making way for her undying need to make this creature of ice pay. It has frozen the entire surrounding areas, terrorized cities she had sworn to protect in centuries long gone, and it's service to a man who had used the only human she has ever befriended has put it at the top spot on her death list. As the two green-haired males speak to one another in seething tones, the stranger looking on in horror as a result of their near death experience, she focuses on looking as threatening as she can, fire spilling from her muzzle and tail already burning an angry read. In turn, it stares, empty, and breathes cryptic words as cold and dead as the area around.[break][break] “dO yOu NoT rEmEmBeR mE?”[break][break] Ghetsis thanks his adopted son for bringing her there, and it only then that – between the sense of familiarity tickling her mind and the meaning behind the corrupt man's words – she begins to understand that something has gone terribly wrong. As he retrieves an object he refers to as the “DNA Splicers” and sets them into motion, she takes the opportunity to attack, fire spilling from her gaping mouth. They're deflected, however, by some horrible force caused by the strange item the trainer is using and the sheer power of the Pokemon she is trying to face. Ice shatters, revealing strange points on the gray creature's tail, and as its master calls an order to it, a barrage of pink energy beams come flying in her direction.[break][break] Reshiram's immediate reaction is to flee, taking to the skies and weaving an intricate path through the air. The beams follow her, however, and as more and more are fired, being caught is inevitable. With her energy drained, she is left as the mercy of a soulless monster, and as she reverts back into her stone form, all she can do is watch as it consumes her into its being.[break][break] “wE aRe OnE!”[break][break] “i look to the future with the eyes of the blind.” [break] N leaves for a second time, and immediately she knows what she must do. Being joint with and broken apart again from Kyurem was the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced, and to remain in her current form would be to risk another such encounter. She calls upon her memory, and gets it right the first time – white hair and red eyes, just like last time. She cares not for the story behind the girl she has taken permanent control over. Instead, she takes on the name Victoria Martz once more and prepares to bury herself in murder, theft, and alcohol as she had before Plasma had ever come to Unova.[break][break] The Lady in White has returned -[break][break] ( The rapid change of civilization in the time she spent locked up in her tower, however, slaps her in the face, and the closest term she can use to describe it is “culture shock”. She takes advantage of the kindness of an elderly couple – eats their food, wears their old clothes, sleeps in their beds – and steals away into the night with as many objects of value as she can possibly carry with her. There's thrill she gets as she bags their paintings, their electronics, anything that she can sell, and makes her way back onto the streets she is so accustomed to. She feels as though she is on fire, the fear of ice and gray and monsters melted away in the presence of a drug she has missed for so long.[break][break] The police find her, however, laughing like a maniac down the streets of Nimbasa City at night. They take her bag, her weapons, and arrest her immediately when she shamelessly admits to such blatant theft. Humiliated, the deity spends her third night in her new human body in an empty jail cell. Taken aback, the deity spends her fourth morning in her new human body gawking at the sight of the young man who had taken her in. He pays her bail, takes her out into the street, and returns to her the things she had made off with.[break][break] “This is your new start,” he says with a sad smile, as if he can see everything she has ever done and everything she could ever possibly be. “Don't let it pass you by.” )[break][break] - and leaves as soon as she has come.[break][break] Victoria stares at her gifts, face reflected in almost each and every one. Where there was a thrill, there is suddenly a void. And it persists – she pickpockets an old man on the street, and the ache gets worse, and it's only until she taps his shoulder and offers it back with an, “excuse me, mister, but I think you dropped this,” does the pain finally die back down to a dull emptiness.[break][break] In days long passed, she served masters, and she had children who loved her as much as she did they.[break][break] … Whatever happened to the deity whom all of Unova so readily praised?[break][break] “i'll be right there, i'll never leave. all i ask of you is: believe!” [break] When Arceus disappears without a trace, Reshiram teaches the other legendaries the art of hiding in human bodies. None seem too keen to execute this at first, but when the Creator fails to show any signs of coming back, they all slowly give in. When Kyogre finds a clue, or Diance finds an elemental plate, the whole lot of them grin with new found joy, and something warm floods her chest.[break][break] It never ceases, either. She helps the man that trips on the street get to his feet, and the flame of a tiny candle warms her from the inside. She offers her leftovers to the stray Poochyena on the street, and it grows. She drops money she has found in the mug of the homeless woman on the street, and when she thanks her with a decaying grin, she can't help but start to grin back. There had been a thrill she'd gotten from committing crimes and doing wrong, but where the joy of acquiring a new necklace from the woman she'd shot was temporary – always more to steal, always more to kill – it was the little things she'd never thought of before that are what give her lasting joy.[break][break] And, as their search for the Original One whisks them away from their homes to the distant region of Lyeant, Victoria shrugs her past off her shoulders and adopts the surname Carter, swears to make up for the horrors she has done. After all, she'd been given a new start – what sort of fool would she have to be to waste it?

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VICTORIA RESHIRAM ● FEMALE ● TURBOBLAZE[break] BLUE FLARE ● FUSION FLARE ● OUTRAGE ● FLAMETHROWER ● FIRE BLAST ● DRAGON PULSE

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THROW YOUR HAIR BACK AND LET THE WIND RUSH BY - AND YOU'RE ALIVE!

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