Liv Sheridan Jan 26, 2020 0:25:30 GMT
Post by Liv Sheridan on Jan 26, 2020 0:25:30 GMT
April 25, 1994
Celadon City, Kanto
Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself?
"Well, that's a pretty easy answer! I'm amazing!" She beams a bright smile across the table to the interviewer, letting a loooooong pause hang in the air. The longer it hung in the air, the more it seemed that she was entirely content with that answer. It’s only after another dozen seconds on top of the first dozen does her smile begin to falter, her eyes blinking in some semblance of disbelief as she shuffles in her seat uncomfortably, finally clearing her throat. "—That was a joke, sorry," she finally, and quickly, adds on, letting her head drop slightly.
Yet for some reason, an air of disappointment clung around her. She probably wasn’t joking. "I guess I'd say that I'm the kind of person who likes to look on the bright side of things, like a real go-getter. I’m always trying to be the best version of myself, no matter how hard or... annoying things get."
There was some major venom in those words, despite the... pleasant? Sure, pleasant smile.
Why are you interested in the class you've chosen?
This question brings about a huge glimmer in her eyes, making her stand and plant her hands firmly into the table she's seated at. Loudly. "Have you seen how amazing the world can be? I grew up in Celadon, wandering off and taking in the surroundings a lot as kid, so it's only natural that I'd be doing the same right?" Just as she seats herself again, and the interviewer starts to make an effort to ask the next question, she jumps to her feet again. "And some people don't even get that, did you know that?! So, I'll write so much about how amazing everything is that they'll have to see what I see!"
Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region?
"To get a fresh start and begin from scratch," she quickly says, idly twirling a strand of hair from her pigtail in her fingers. A flash of annoyance seems to perk up on her countenance, as if remembering a really bad meal in the past. "I feel like it's easier to get a feel for what I want to do if I'm not weighed down by the people I saw every day growing up, and it's probably good for them too, you know? And as far as I’m aware, this is probably the best region to do that."
What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else.
Any sign of annoyance from her previous answers evaporate in an instant, a wry smile slowly spreading across her lips as she drums her fingertips against the desk idly. “Ohhh, I wouldn’t know where to start. I think I’m pretty solid when it comes to doing the things that I’ll say I do, whether that’s keeping a promise to someone that I care about, or chasing after my dreams. If I wasn’t good at that last part, I wouldn’t be here either, so there’s more proof!”
She laughs, as if she put down the most certain evidence she could in a trial. It doesn’t last long, thankfully.
“I’d like to think I’m very resourceful too, you know. And that I’m very, uh… patient is a good way of putting it. Some people back in Kanto can be very polarizing in attitude, and you either do your best to put up with them or run away from them,” she then emphasizes with a wild arm gesture that can only be taken as an explosion of some kind. Then another long pause, before, “Not that I ran away!”
What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now!
“I’m too kind,” she flatly states aloud, nodding to herself with what could only be described as an aura of smugness that seems to permeate through the entire room like a bad odor. When it starts to pass, it’s only then that she realizes that maaaaybe she should be a little truthful in her answers, not that she didn’t believe the only thing she said thus far.
Because, oh boy, she does. Especially when she thinks back to how many chances she’s given some people in her life.
“And maybe, just maybe. A teensy, little maybe. I might have a short temper sometimes.” The look on her face, especially as she constantly adjusts the distance between her fingertips to illustrate how much of a maybe she meant, describes how much of an understatement that could be.
What was your childhood like? How was school?
Propping her elbows onto the desk sloppily, and resting her chin in her hands, she immediately sounds disinterested. “It was okay. I had plenty of friends and like to think I did okay growing up. I think I tried spending most of my free time wandering around Celadon until I was old enough to be alone during the day,” which is when a smile begins to spread to her face, one of nostalgia. “That’s when I started leaving the city in secret without anyone knowing, looking around and finding all sorts of cool Pokémon that no one in the city was walking around with.”
Then her expression drops to one of annoyance. “And then one time… one time!” She straightens up, pounding a fist on the desk. “You get lost one time as a kid, run from the search parties, and then you’re not allowed to wander around by yourself anymore! Talk about restricting…” She settles, leaning back and crossing her arms.
Might be a sore spot.
How is your relationship with your family?
“Don’t get me wrong, I love them and care about them a whole lot, but they’re really clingy,” she waves a hand dismissively, “and a little controlling at times. I mean, obviously not while I’m here in Arciel, but back home for sure. Some space ought to do all of us some good, especially since I’m an only child.”
Surely none of that has to do with getting lost outside of the city when she was young.
What do you like to do for fun?
Knocking her sunglasses from her head down to the bridge of her nose, she gives a wide grin. “Collecting these! Did you know that there’s so many shapes, styles, and tints to sunglasses? And most of them look great on me and any Pokémon I’m with! You could swear we’re twins, honestly.” She gives a curt nod, her expression clearly giving away her wild imagination firing on all pistons.
“Camping out is pretty great too,” she trails into, prodding the side of her head with a finger. “That’s when all your best ideas come to you. All the quiet, and just writing down all the thoughts coming into your head mixed with all the amazing things you can only see off the beaten path. Nothing like it in the world.”
What are your feelings on romance?
She carefully leans forward, leaning on the desk.
“You need to heavily vet your partners and everyone else around you else you end up with someone giving you the worst possible ‘gift’ that makes you wish you were muscular enough to casually toss them into the sun,” she states flatly and quickly, her expression giving no leeway to her thoughts on the matter. After a moment of pause, she leans back into her chair. “Trust me on that.”
She outright refuses to elaborate and answer any further on that. Time to move on.
What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term.
“As if I didn’t already allude to this…” She seems annoyed by the question, considering it already answered, and boy, does she let that be known with a scoff and eye roll. “I want to write, write, and write about everything that the normal person doesn’t see when they walk down a route, tossing Pokéballs around all willy-nilly. The way some rocks lined up might make the perfect silhouette of a Pikachu, or the amazing hidden caverns full of unknowns. I want to make everyone understand the beauty of the world that isn’t just people like me.”
She has been rising out of her chair as she spoke, raising her arms up to encompass just how passionate she is about it. “Both short-term and long-term, I’m going to make the world know my name for one reason, and one reason alone! My writing will make everyone understand why I decided to get lost as a child!” As if she had a choice in that, what with wandering off in the dark.
“They’ll see! They’ll all see!” She dramatically slams her hands onto the desk, though despite her efforts, she only affords herself a quiet ‘thud’ from it. “Trees can be just as cool as television, okay!!”
After a moment, she shakes her hands and mutters a quiet, “... ow.”
If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why?
“Ooh, that’s a really good question,” she elates, sitting down in her seat. Taking a moment to think, twirling a strand of hair again as she prods her brain for something, she begins to rap her knuckles on the desk in front of her. “I can’t believe this is actually a really tough question too… I feel like a Grass-type wouldn’t be right, and I can’t think of any specific one— Wait! Don’t get too excited, but I just figured it out.”
With a wide, almost self-confident smile, she leans forward and points at the interviewer. “Flying. Wouldn’t that just be the best? Being able to soar where ever you please, looking down at everything and everyone and not having to deal with crazy things like… like… tripping. I’ve tripped enough times for a lifetime, so I’d be totally down with being a Flying-type like Pidgey.”
And then she could wear the strongest sunglasses: tinted goggles.
What do Pokemon mean to you?
“Isn’t that obvious?” She crosses her arms in her chair, nodding to herself as if she had unlocked one of life’s most mysterious questions with such a simple answer. The kind of answer that would come to one’s head while alone with oneself, such as in the shower. “They’re partners, whether it’s literally or figuratively.”
She doesn’t know what she meant by figuratively, but it sounded good.
“Er… like, they’re no different than people. Making bonds with them, taking them along on any wild rides and adventures. That’s kind of the typical stuff, isn’t it? But I think they’re invaluable parts of this world and accepting everything for what it is: amazing!” She waves her hands around enthusiastically. “Let’s say there’s an amazing waterfall hidden away in some remote, mountainous area. It’s probably beautiful to look at, right?”
She nods on behalf of the interviewer, leaving no pause unlike when she would compliment herself. “But trying to tell other people about how different and amazing that is from… a waterfall falling from somewhere near a beach, which everyone’s seen, is really hard. But what about the way the Pokémon that live near or know about that waterfall interact with it? The way they appreciate it like no one else does?” Snapping her fingers louder than she could ever pound her fists on the table, she lets out an excited laugh that puts her previous excitement to shame.
“That’s something that someone can visualize!”
Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go?
“No, but…” She trails over, leaning back into her chair for the nth time during this interview. “How’d I do? Did I pass? Yeah? No?”
She pauses, before realizing that she couldn’t possibly have an answer so quickly after getting all the answers. In fact, that realization makes her face turn a bright shade of pink before she abruptly rises to her feet, clearing her throat and flicking her sunglasses over her eyes.
“You know what? I think I’ll wait to hear back on a more official sentiment. To make it feel more… official. I said that, didn’t I? Yeah. Thanks for the good time, you…” She made zero consideration to learn the interviewer’s name, which only adds on to the embarrassment like a shovel full of snow piling on top of her every single she stands there. “You.”
Someone could not possibly leave the room faster than Liv does.
5'4" / 165cm
Thin, slight curves
She has a fair complexion with long, blonde hair that reaches to the middle of her back, usually tied up with braids into two large pigtails. Her soft face usually has a thin layer of make-up to hide blemishes or bruises from her many outdoor escapades. Her legs sometimes sports small cuts or bruises as well, but she does well to cover them up with clothing. Her attire leans toward more earthy and dark colors like greys, browns, and greens. She has a pair of black sunglasses that she always wears, either on her face or resting upon her head, no matter the time of day or weather.
Several shades of green, from dark to light, flowing through itself at random intervals like a moving gradient. The aura itself is serene in flow as it washes about like a slow creek would. When tempers are flared, it erupts toward a solid brighter green and grows more rigid in appearance.
Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety
0 - Neutral
Liv left Celadon City to get a fresh start (and away from certain people) and embrace her love for wandering alongside nature, and naively wants to try to turn that into a whole profession without trying to bring it up to anyone or even trying to see if anyone wants a novice journalist who only wants to write about nature and the things she finds. That obviously won’t stop her from trying.
She’s a bit naive in general, and very prone to embarrsses herself, yet has a strong sense of self-confidence that stems from the people she surrounded herself with back home. It’s less vain and more… unfounded.
Despite how she comes across with her attitude, her love for nature and Pokémon is very real, and Liv and her short-temper will defend it until the day she dies.