Post by Celia Silkwood on Dec 30, 2013 14:11:45 GMT -6
CELIA SILKWOOD
Age: 27 years old
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Profession: Survivor
Occupation: Cultivator
Appearance: Celia is rather hard to miss and not because of her pleasant face. Standing at 5’10”, she has surpassed her siblings in height but where they are strong, she is weak. Only lean muscle clings to her long bones although she has the potentail as anyone to gain bulk over the coming years (if she ever so chooses to find a spot in the hardest of tasks the fields offer). Although her skin is light during the rest of the year, summer is the time where she is the color of a Krabby thanks to her inability to secure a nice, even tan and keep it before the season is done. Because of this her face, shoulders, and arms are peppered with freckles.
Celia has a welcoming face but with sharp angles that lends a resemblance to a bird of prey. Her cheekbones are high and rounded but, opposed to her pointed chin, seems off balance. Her eyes are equally as sharp though more in the sense of expression than form. Their dark brown hue goes well with Celia's light complextion. What they don't go that well with is the dark tone of her hair. It's worn up in a pony tail though pieces too long for bangs and too short to be included in the hair tie frame her face and add a balance to the sweeping long locks of hair that reach mid-back.
Everyday Clothes: Celia’s outfits are all of tough durability and styles. She chooses pants over skirts despite her mother’s protests due to her occupation of choice and loose fitting tops with sleeves rolled up or down depending on weather. She does sport capris, however, and the occasional shorts if the weather gets too hot.
Formal Garbs: Any formal outfits that comes into Celia’s possession is typically spiffed up everyday clothes. How and what options she has are limited to the availability of replacing the clothing and the availability of items to use on such. For now, she has none.
Pack: Celia’s pack is a basic rucksack with the capability to stretch thanks to the pliable fabric used on the sides. It is mostly used for carrying food and supplies though she has a habit of stuffing in any odds and ends she comes across as long as there is room. Large enough to carry two months of food and one change of clothes when fully expanded (this excludes anything held in the one outside pocket located on the front). Her pack is a dull purple color with some wear and tear around the seams. Anything extra is carried in the pockets of her garments or, if applicable, latched onto her belt to freely hang or strapped across her side.
Personality: Celia is much like her parents: proud, egotistical, and ambitious. Of course, she isn't like her parents at all in the fact that she would much rather live a life that she builds from the dirt up rather than given premade. It's in this mindset that she's as much her own person as a daughter of a once-prosperous Silkwood man.
Her pride is as much a help as it is her downfall, same with her ego. Celia is very much a product of her environment having learned to lift her head in dignity rather than shuffle off to admit defeat in a waterfall of tears. Because of her parent's teachings, she is as proud as a Purugly. Very rarely will she admit her downfalls (and thanks to her ego, Celia is less likely to listen to those that try to point out her mistakes). It's these two traits that lend a hand to her stubborness which, if allowed to run free without a leash, often leads her to wear herself thin over fretting, fixing, and re-starting her goals or tasks in order to ignore any previous mistakes.
It may be this same stubborness that drives her love towards hard work. Celia prefers to live a life surrounded by the product of her own hands rather than a life reflecting materialistic self-worth that means little in the long run. When it comes down to it, Celia is very ambitious though for her own reasons rather than wishing to do good for the whole community. Solitude, silence, and a beautiful garden is all she really wants in life and she'll do anything to see her world prosper, even if it's only for herself.
Likes: Gardening, hard work, simplicity, soft-flavored foods, plants/flowers, spring, little pokemon
Dislikes: Dirty equipment (even though she's a gardner and works with dirt), lost money, dull colors, leadership, sour foods (and people)
Backstory: Celia was only two when humanity was led through the portal. What she remembers is nothing more than glimpses of family life and even then it is trivial points in her life. A laugh, a smile, some pokemon she can't seem to remember. Her parents tell tales of how amazing life was, easy to be specific, but Celia chooses to take their word with a grain of salt. Life on Pokearth couldn't have been that easy that everyone decided to populate this new world, Mi-aro. In fact, Celia was sure they were simply too proud to admit their mistakes or the mistakes of the entire human population. She came up with her own conclusions about the rise, fall, and re-start of man, eventually learning the true reason behind the migration. It was with this knowledge that drove young Celia to dream of a life full of greens, blues, yellows, and all the other colors that prosperous life creates.
Sadly, it wasn't as easy as she thought.
Celia was well into her twelfth year of life when her father finally let her help him with his garden. Hours under the sun, staring down the aging man's meager produce, opened her eyes to the seriousness of cultivation. It spurned her away from her childhood dream for a moment as she took up crafting with her mother until her eighteenth birthday. It wasn't what she had in mind and honestly, she found it dull and boring; tedious jobs weren't her cup of tea. She learned little about gardening during those years from watching by the sidelines and eavesdropping on the conversations between her father and siblings. Celia grew listless, pacing around her house during the breaks between craftmaking. This surely wasn't the life meant for her, right? By the time her nineteenth birthday came around, Celia was determined to fulfill her goal whether she liked it or not.
It started with returning to her father's side in the yard, watching him rather asking a plethora of questions. It was easier on her young mind but soon she found herself wanting more. After a good deal of begging, Celia's parents allowed for a small corner of their lot to be turned into her very own garden. It was small but it was a start. She went through many courses of trial and error but after three years of learning the ropes and perfecting her technique to the best of her ability, Celia took her first harvest to market. It wasn't bountiful nor did it bring in sacks of money but the young woman was well on her way to becoming what she dreamt of as a child.
Now, years down the road from her first harvest, Celia is on her own. Having left her parent's home in place of becoming an independant adult, Celia's goal still thrives in her heart. It all depends on how well she copes with the ever-changing world around her.
Appearance: Celia is rather hard to miss and not because of her pleasant face. Standing at 5’10”, she has surpassed her siblings in height but where they are strong, she is weak. Only lean muscle clings to her long bones although she has the potentail as anyone to gain bulk over the coming years (if she ever so chooses to find a spot in the hardest of tasks the fields offer). Although her skin is light during the rest of the year, summer is the time where she is the color of a Krabby thanks to her inability to secure a nice, even tan and keep it before the season is done. Because of this her face, shoulders, and arms are peppered with freckles.
Celia has a welcoming face but with sharp angles that lends a resemblance to a bird of prey. Her cheekbones are high and rounded but, opposed to her pointed chin, seems off balance. Her eyes are equally as sharp though more in the sense of expression than form. Their dark brown hue goes well with Celia's light complextion. What they don't go that well with is the dark tone of her hair. It's worn up in a pony tail though pieces too long for bangs and too short to be included in the hair tie frame her face and add a balance to the sweeping long locks of hair that reach mid-back.
Everyday Clothes: Celia’s outfits are all of tough durability and styles. She chooses pants over skirts despite her mother’s protests due to her occupation of choice and loose fitting tops with sleeves rolled up or down depending on weather. She does sport capris, however, and the occasional shorts if the weather gets too hot.
Formal Garbs: Any formal outfits that comes into Celia’s possession is typically spiffed up everyday clothes. How and what options she has are limited to the availability of replacing the clothing and the availability of items to use on such. For now, she has none.
Pack: Celia’s pack is a basic rucksack with the capability to stretch thanks to the pliable fabric used on the sides. It is mostly used for carrying food and supplies though she has a habit of stuffing in any odds and ends she comes across as long as there is room. Large enough to carry two months of food and one change of clothes when fully expanded (this excludes anything held in the one outside pocket located on the front). Her pack is a dull purple color with some wear and tear around the seams. Anything extra is carried in the pockets of her garments or, if applicable, latched onto her belt to freely hang or strapped across her side.
Personality: Celia is much like her parents: proud, egotistical, and ambitious. Of course, she isn't like her parents at all in the fact that she would much rather live a life that she builds from the dirt up rather than given premade. It's in this mindset that she's as much her own person as a daughter of a once-prosperous Silkwood man.
Her pride is as much a help as it is her downfall, same with her ego. Celia is very much a product of her environment having learned to lift her head in dignity rather than shuffle off to admit defeat in a waterfall of tears. Because of her parent's teachings, she is as proud as a Purugly. Very rarely will she admit her downfalls (and thanks to her ego, Celia is less likely to listen to those that try to point out her mistakes). It's these two traits that lend a hand to her stubborness which, if allowed to run free without a leash, often leads her to wear herself thin over fretting, fixing, and re-starting her goals or tasks in order to ignore any previous mistakes.
It may be this same stubborness that drives her love towards hard work. Celia prefers to live a life surrounded by the product of her own hands rather than a life reflecting materialistic self-worth that means little in the long run. When it comes down to it, Celia is very ambitious though for her own reasons rather than wishing to do good for the whole community. Solitude, silence, and a beautiful garden is all she really wants in life and she'll do anything to see her world prosper, even if it's only for herself.
Likes: Gardening, hard work, simplicity, soft-flavored foods, plants/flowers, spring, little pokemon
Dislikes: Dirty equipment (even though she's a gardner and works with dirt), lost money, dull colors, leadership, sour foods (and people)
Backstory: Celia was only two when humanity was led through the portal. What she remembers is nothing more than glimpses of family life and even then it is trivial points in her life. A laugh, a smile, some pokemon she can't seem to remember. Her parents tell tales of how amazing life was, easy to be specific, but Celia chooses to take their word with a grain of salt. Life on Pokearth couldn't have been that easy that everyone decided to populate this new world, Mi-aro. In fact, Celia was sure they were simply too proud to admit their mistakes or the mistakes of the entire human population. She came up with her own conclusions about the rise, fall, and re-start of man, eventually learning the true reason behind the migration. It was with this knowledge that drove young Celia to dream of a life full of greens, blues, yellows, and all the other colors that prosperous life creates.
Sadly, it wasn't as easy as she thought.
Celia was well into her twelfth year of life when her father finally let her help him with his garden. Hours under the sun, staring down the aging man's meager produce, opened her eyes to the seriousness of cultivation. It spurned her away from her childhood dream for a moment as she took up crafting with her mother until her eighteenth birthday. It wasn't what she had in mind and honestly, she found it dull and boring; tedious jobs weren't her cup of tea. She learned little about gardening during those years from watching by the sidelines and eavesdropping on the conversations between her father and siblings. Celia grew listless, pacing around her house during the breaks between craftmaking. This surely wasn't the life meant for her, right? By the time her nineteenth birthday came around, Celia was determined to fulfill her goal whether she liked it or not.
It started with returning to her father's side in the yard, watching him rather asking a plethora of questions. It was easier on her young mind but soon she found herself wanting more. After a good deal of begging, Celia's parents allowed for a small corner of their lot to be turned into her very own garden. It was small but it was a start. She went through many courses of trial and error but after three years of learning the ropes and perfecting her technique to the best of her ability, Celia took her first harvest to market. It wasn't bountiful nor did it bring in sacks of money but the young woman was well on her way to becoming what she dreamt of as a child.
Now, years down the road from her first harvest, Celia is on her own. Having left her parent's home in place of becoming an independant adult, Celia's goal still thrives in her heart. It all depends on how well she copes with the ever-changing world around her.
