Ilma Forest Nov 11, 2019 20:11:29 GMT
Post by Ilma Forest on Nov 11, 2019 20:11:29 GMT
October 31, 1993
Pewter City, Kanto
Despite ever rarely speaking, Ilma is wholesome and supportive at her core. She only wants the best for others and she wants to do all she can to help them, so no one has to go through what she's been through. She has a gentle disposition on most things, and because of that also lacks motivation when it comes to her future. It's enough if she helps others thrive. When she's close to others, she's fiercely loyal and has a surprisingly good memory when it involves anyone but herself.
Though her memory is impressive, it's still fickle. Her lack of sense for self means remembering things that have to do with only her are difficult at best. And whenever she's frightened, she tends to forget a lot more then usual -- which isn't the best, considering she's easily frightened. Especially when it comes to commitment. Despite her efforts she finds it difficult to commit to long term goals and any form of relationships, continuously worrying about being a burden.
Her past has affected her quite deeply, and because of that she's a delicate person. It's easier for her to get sick and injured, and she's more easily shocked by words, actions, and visuals. But despite all this, she tries her best to be brave.
Ilma was the first born to a lonely and single mother. She grew up with her Grandparents, who quickly treated her as their favorite. While they were spoiling young Ilma, the child forgot she had a mother due to never seeing her around. There was a woman who came and praised her every now and then, but her two jobs kept her away from Ilma since the two could remember. In reality, her Mom was working hard saving up enough money to live on their own so she could spend more time with her child, but there was no way for Ilma to know that at the time.
When Ilma was eight years old, the woman named Ma and her moved away from her only family and into a home of their own. Her grandparent's health was starting to fail, and they weren't able to take care of her like they used to. By this time, Ma had found a well paying job and had more time together with Ilma. It took a few years, but Ilma soon started seeing her as a family member as well. They had long talks about her dreams and goals, sharing smiles and tears with time.
Unfortunately, everything changed when Ilma turned ten. On her tenth birthday, Ma gave birth to her younger sibling. All of Ma's free time went to the new baby, and soon Ilma found herself without family again. It was Ma and her child, with Ilma living there as well. Their long conversations turned into arguments, which often turned into one sided yelling fits. She was encouraged to stay quiet and out of the way, being punished every time she was heard. "You must be quiet for the baby," Ma would always say. And one day, she took it to heart, and stopped speaking all together.
As Ma's child grew, they became the favorite and were spoiled quite heavily. The best of the best and only the newest for them, while Ilma was left with whatever was in the lost and found wherever she went. Her shabby appearance began to be an insult to Ma, and Ilma was regularly berated for it. This lasted until she was eighteen, when she moved out with out notice. It was heard that Ma was bragging about having more room in the home that same week, and soon started saying she only had one child.
The years of mental trauma from Ma had brought out a natural skill in Ilma, and she found herself able to communicate without speaking. At first it was rough and gave her a headache, but the more she tried to reach out to others, the better she became at it. This helped her gain some friends, and couch surfing between their homes was her primary method of living. Sometimes these friends would become lovers, sometimes they wouldn't be. When one relationship ended, Ilma would pick up her broken heart and move onto the next couch that would have her, hoping for a different outcome this time.
The last partner she lived with became controlling, toxic, and abusive. During this time, Ilma took to singing as a coping mechanism, as it seemed to satiate her partner as well. It took her about two years to build up the courage to leave, and she did so with a restraining order. That didn't stop them, though, and she had to flee her home region for her safety. She took the cheapest she could, to a region she's never heard of before.
Her ability to speak without using her voice garnered a lot of attention, and despite her constant worry about not deserving the conversations, she learned a lot while on the way to her new home. For the first time in her life, thanks to a stranger, she had a goal in life. Since she's able to communicate with both Pokemon and people, she wants to understand their relationship from both points of view. Quietly, somewhere deep in her thoughts, she's hoping she'll learn her point of view along the way.
- Make some friends
- Learn confidence
- Find a place to call home
- Research the connections between pokemon and people
5'00" / 153cm
Thin and frail
With a short and thin frame that barely has any curves to it, Ilma is quite petite. Her short brown hair that looks auburn in the right light and her vibrant hazel-brown eyes give her an appearance that's more on the cute side of things. Her lack of self confidence makes her usual wardrobe quite plain, but she still looks presentable enough. There's rarely any pattern, logo, or images on anything she wears or brings with her. Due to her plain wardrobe, she's easy to lose in crowds unless you know her well enough.
An interweaving, chain-like mist that fades between the colors pale blue, light gray, and a shimmering silver.
Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety
Telepathy (Level 1) (Cost: 10)
0 - Neutral
- While Ilma's voice does work, and she's good at singing, she uses telepathy, sign language, or writing to communicate. She has selective mutism and can only speak using her vocal cords when she's alone with someone/people she trusts, feels safe, and doesn't feel pressured to speak. Even then, her voice is light and almost whisper quiet.