N i e n n a Tatica || Venteval

[Nienna]

<sup>In Character
Full Name: Nienna Tatica
Gender: Female
Species: Venteval
Colouring: The Venteval has a coat of black. In the right amount of sunlight, it can have a brown tint, but it is naturally black. Each of her legs have white stocking except for her right hind leg that is black. Her black mane and tail aren’t as long as others Venteval, but they are still classified as long.

Sample Post: This is from a Pokemon RPG. Yes, a pokemon. It was the most recent and best sample I have.

The blanket of darkness. All seemed calm with the sounds of nocturnal animals, finishing up any tasks that needed to be attended to before the sun came. Inside that darkness, a silent chaos seemed to thrash wild in the darkness. The annoying Hoothoot calls seemed to cry for help. It was all too depressing for her uncurious mind. Soon the darkness spread out, almost knowing that it was coming. The very thing that drove the darkness away everyday. It had to flee. Flee from the approaching dawn.

Her eyelids, the thinnest skin in her entire human body, squeezed tight together, twitching too. Sunlight was baring down on her body and directly in her eyes. Lenne's mind finally awoke. Without thinking, she held a hand up above her eyes to shield the light from her eyes. With her free hand, she pushed herself from the hard ground. Suddenly, her spine began to burn with pain. 'Brilliant idea, Lenne,' the young woman thought to herself. 'Sleep against the tall tree with rock hard bark. It will keep you safe.' Totally brilliant. The pain would go away with time. Lenne was too exited about her destination to think about anything.

Her goggles were around her neck. Not a very comfortable position to her. She moved them above her forehead. Taking a lock of her bangs on each side, placing the goggles behind them. The new trainer didn't need to look in any mirror to see if her appearance was perfect. Any outfit of hers was perfect as long as she wore her goggles. After slinging her backpack onto her right shoulder, Lenne started to head off in the direction of the Lab. Soon, she recalled the discussion she had with Grandmother Zee before departing.

...

'Lenne, dear, why must you take piece of metal junk?' the soft voice of her grandmother said as she remembered her brushing her fragile, yet old hands through her own Delcatty's fur.
'Grandmother. For the last time, it is a capture stylus, and it is not junk,' she said, tucking the powerless device in her backpack and giving Grandmother's Espeon a soft pat on his head.
'In Fiore, it was a Capture Stylus. Here, in Remoor, it is simple junk. In Remoor, you are no longer a Pokemon Ranger so stop acting like one.'
'I'm still a Pokemon Ranger. No matter where I am,' Lenne remembered muttering.
'Why are you doing this anyway? Because they suggested it.'
'I'm doing it for Mother.' That was the last thing she remembered before storming out of the old house.

...

Jerking her head side to side, she snapped out of the flashback. That was in the past. Soon the lab in which she would meet her lifetime friend became visable. With a burst of energy, Lenne rushed over to the entrance to the Lab. Ignoring her astonishment at her sudden burst of speed without any breakfast, she held a clenched fist and knocked on the door three strong knocks.

Out Of Character
OOC Alias: Angel or Tassy
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