Post by Broadwaykat on Jun 24, 2010 20:59:40 GMT -5
Character
[/size]Name: Channing Baum
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Career: Coordinator
Appearance: Channing is about as exciting as white rice when it comes to looks. She is whiter than white bread practically all season long, save when she tries to tan in the summer - which is when she becomes burnt white bread, and a reddened, peeling mess. Years spent out in the sun has burned a band of freckles into her skin across the bridge of her button nose and across her rounded face. She has big, brown, puppy dog eyes - and altogether looks more like a stunned ten year old than a full-competent young adult.
Her size doesn't help either. At 4"9, Channing has forever been stuck with the stereotype of being the hopeless little kid. And not just little kid - little boy. Until she turned 16, and the puberty fairy finally gifted her with at least something in the chest department, her mouse-brown shag cut and admiration for a good pair of jeans and flannel shirts, gave her the appearance of a stablehand just comming off the farm. Her accent didn't help much either - while she dreams of making in in the major cities, she has a serious bumpkin inflection. If she actually dressed like a girl, or showed any feminine tendencies, she could possibly pass for being full of southern bell charm - but instead, she just sounds like a yokel.
Personality: For a tomboy who doesn't show off much physically, Channing has an odd aspiration towards Showbusiness. As a little kid, she liked rolling around and trying out little gymnastic moves - putting on "gymnastic" shows for her families. She tried her hand at singing, and even at a bit of acting in preschool, ending up in the crowning acchievement of, at one time, playing Peter Pan in a school play. Channing starved for the limelight, and even before working with pokemon crossed her mind, she knew she wanted to be on the world stage.
Starving for your work is a totally romatic idea for Channing. She never lived a life of luxury - growing up on a miltank farm as she did - but while she longs to be famous one day, she seems to look more forward to the struggle to get there than the reward, unlike Wilhelm. She flits around, full of unbrimming energy, finding new tasks, new ideas...just to keep the two of them going.
But Channing was never the sharpest tool in the shed. She's not braindead, but...she's too trusting - tending to believe people, and even believing blatant exhaguration as fact. And she was never that big of a classics reader, like Wilhelm. Her naivty tends to get her in a spot of trouble around the wrong people, and has tripped her up and into exploitation before. But Channing's a plucky sort, and while she still has Wilhelm at her side, nothing would ever want to stop her, for long at least.
History: Channing Baum was the fourth child of Abigail and Omar Baum, and the only girl. She was a bright eyed, fair-haired little girl, who's blue eyes would eventually darken to the muddy brown they are today - but not much else would change. And Wilhelm - as always, was never that far from Channing, spending the first five years of their life together as Whismur - his second favorite form before he settled.
As soon as Channing could practically walk, she was helping with chores and work around the farm - such was the way of the Baum family. She was the 'little baby', even after the last Baum son, Jerome, was born when she was seven. Her older brother, Jamie, Christopher and Charles, watched her like hawks, and Abigail and Omar kept careful eyes on their little cowgirl princess, and Channing repaid them in her own way. She liked working - something was peaceful in sweeping or feeding the pokemon stock that even the young girl could pick up on - and at night, she found she always had a captive audience for her activities.
She attended a small local school, but she never really showed any aptitude for learning much in the scholarly or advanced pokemon-care persuits at the time. She was good in the arts - but that was because that was how she mostly got attention.
Wilhelm, on the other hand, for a daemon, showed a keen interest in the learning aspects. Many figure it was at Wilhelm's constant prodding that Channing stuck it out in school with middle-level grades...until she dropped out around tenth grade.
Channing, at first, figured she would work on her family's farm for the rest of her life- she was comfortable there, and people paid avid attention to her. But one night, watching television, her mother switched on a Coordinator's competition. While she vaguely remember talking about this in school, Channing had never really paid attention - but the beauty and the artistic nature of this competition caught ahold of her heartstrings. By the next week, she set off with a guidebook to coordinating with pokemon under her arm, to start what she figured would be a glorious career as a coordinator.
The Dæmon
[/u][/center][/size]Name: Wilhelm
Form: Chatot
Appearance: Wilhelm is the perfect specimen of a male chatot - a fact that he is quite proud of. His feathers have a soft sheen to them, as he meticulously grooms himself as both a thoughtful habit and a nervous twitch. His feather coloring, if anything, is brighter than his non-daemon cousins - a mix of forest greens and sunny yellow on his chest, and a brilliant peacock blue on his regular wings, and a snowy-white ruffle around his neck - with the rest of him being a glossy black.
Perhaps the only hint to his being another other than a regular pokemon is the fact that, unlike with other chatots, his beak and feet match in a ruddy orange color (whereas, with the natural species, the beak is pinkish and the feet are yellow). He has 'bird-like' eyes that seem no more intelligent than any other chatots - save they are a remarkably shiny black, rimmed in slightly scaley white skin.
Personality: While daemons often mimic their human counterparts to a T, Chatot is more like the 'smart twin' side of Channing. While the young adult can be quite dramatic, Wilhelm is definately the 'Diva' of the two. He refuses to walk - why scuff up his perfectly shone claws on the dusty ground when he can be carried, after all? While he, too experienced the life of farmwork, he always enjoyed being coddled by Channing, and was often seen perched on the fenceposts or on Channing's shoulder while she did her chores, rather than pitching in. He claims to this day he was 'supervising'.
Wilhelm is quite the brilliant, if not brave bird. While Channing's past school-life is much of a blurr, he retained various speeches, books and signs - and being the windbag that he is, He will often recite them at the most inoppertune time. Channing finds it an interesting parlor trick, but other people find it annoying.
To Channing, Wilhelm is the aristocrat to her starving artist, and the braniac to her high school dropout.
Yet, the pair does share a few things in common. Both Daemon and girl thrive being around people, sharing big-city dreams of eventual fame and fortune that will come with their sure-to-be coordinating prowess, after leaving their home starry-eyed and determined. Wilhelm, though a lover rather than a fighter, would do anything to help Channing along; and when the girl is threatened, will fluff himself out and hiss - in mockery of an almost cat-like fashion (something Channing believes he picked up from her mothers, Daemon - a Meowth).
Mostly, he is the voice of reason to her crazy optimism, while he secretly, too, believes in the best of all situations, but while he proceeds with caution, he still, at heart, believes the best in people and their intentions.