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UPDATE 5-1-2015 : Changed her outfit for probably not the last time

Name: Hope Atherston
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Sylveon
Hometown: Perfect
Birthdate: April 4th
Nature: Naive
Personality: Hope is a sheltered little ball of sunshine, raised in a protective household, and taught to uphold only the most civil of mannerisms. She is polite, kind, giving, and open, honest, never seeking to prank or mislead. Her words reflect this, even her most angry of outbursts accompanied only by a "Oh, fluff!" She doesn't understand that people out there will trick or deceive her. Why would anyone do that? She's very fond of her stuffed animal collection, and melts over tiny, cute little things. While not a templar in the courage department, she will stick up for her friends. She has a gnawing hatred for sleep, however, and is often drowsy. Nightmares keep her. Sometimes Hope will trip up on what she means, stumbling over her words as her lips try to keep up with her brain, growing more and more flustered as she starts to loose track of where she was going. She thinks, truthfully so, that she has a firm grasp on what's going on around her, but the poor cupcake really, really doesn't. She'll take insults to the cheek, and never retaliate. She'll be struck down, and not get back up. She will never fight back.
Moveset:
Moonblast
Draining Kiss
Misty Terrain
Protect
History: "I was born in a town called Perfect.
"Weird, I know. From what I've been gathering, most people don't call their towns things like that. Its something fancy like... Toothville or ...Or Wishawasha. I think that's a legitimate town name?
"Oh, right! Sorry. So. I was born in a town called Perfect. My mayor told everyone it was because we reached a utopia. People there were perfect. The streets were perfect. The air was perfect. Everything about our village was perfect.
"Every night, daddy would tuck me and my sisters in to bed, reading from our many Perfect Approved books. We were very quiet and didn't fuss, and once he was done, he would give us each a kiss and tuck us in tight.
"Mom always told us to keep our heads down and our words polite. People in Perfect don't like it when you aren't perfect. I was always kind to everyone I met. I would always share our apples with my neighbors, and they've give me peaches back. They were very nice.
"Every once in a while, the Siren would go off. The Siren was loud and scary, and everytime we would hear it, no matter where we were, mom told us to run immediately home. Dad would shut all the doors and close all the windows, telling us that we were to 'Never look outside while the Sirens blared', while mom took us to the parlor. There we would sit, all of us on the couch, and wait. Once the Sirens stopped, mom would pick us up, kiss our heads, and tell us to run off.
"I didn't know what the Sirens were for until gradeschool. One afternoon, when I was eating lunch, this girl came storming through the hallways. She confronted a boy, a boy she liked, I think. She got really mad; she started hitting him, punching, screaming. Everyone in the school was scared. I was scared. What was she doing?
"The Siren sounded. Men came from outside, running out of these big trucks, all covered in dark suits, even the trucks. They scooted past all the kids that were watching, past me, and, without a word, they grabbed the girl. The grabbed her by the arms, and they lifted her up into the air. I heard my heartbeat, then. All sound stopped. The girl stopped screaming. Everyone stopped talking.
"The men took her away, then. I never saw her again.
"I'm not allowed to talk about it, though. You won't tell anyone, will you?
"That was the only time I saw the Siren. Every other time I was in my parlor, quiet and waiting, sitting on my couch, I promise.
"I grew up, though, in Perfect. I tried to be the most perfect sylveon I could be; I sung in the choir, I did all my homework. I got good grades, not the best, that was Faith, and I took every test Perfect assigned.
"When I was about ten, dad bought for me a camera. A polaroid camera. It was beautiful. I was amazing. I loved it so much. I took pictures of everything. I took pictures of all my toys, of my sisters, of my parents, and of me.
"Dad said I wasn't allowed to take any pictures of anything else.
"But I kept the ones I could take, and mom put them all over the fridge.
"Oh! And, when I was.. um... twelve, I think? Mom told us that they had finally gotten their sledding license! (It takes.. almost a good three years to get approved for the small Perfect licenses.) They took us sledding for the first time ever in my life ever, and, my goodness, did I love that! Up and down the three foot hill by the park, all day. We had to share with the Terry family then. They were the only other ones with licenses, so we had to take turns going down the slope.
"I didn't mind, though! It was fun to share. The eldest Terry boy even gave me a pin to thank us! (You know, the colorful things you pin to jackets next to your name badge)
"I thought I was going to stay in Perfect forever. I wouldn't have minded it. People there were always so nice. There was no crime. There was no litter. I hoped maybe one day to own a pet. (I heard from my neighbor Victoria that it can take almost a decade to get!)
"But it didn't work out like that.
"One day, or.. wait, was it night? The Terry boy that gave me my pin took me outside. Yeah. I think it was night. It was starting to get dark out.
"Anyways, he took my hand, he was really gentle, and told me he found something he wanted me to see. It would only be fair of him to share, right? He said he was afraid his mom and dad wouldn't understand.
"And.... What... What did we do? I.. I remember he took me to The Fence. The really, really tall Fence. The one that looked like it tickled the clouds, it was so tall. I... I think we stood there for a while. I think... I think we saw someone? Someone walking? Maybe. Maybe? I think there was a light... Voices....?
".....
"...I'm sorry. What were we talking about?
"Oh! Oh yeah. So after that night, maybe about a day later, dad woke me up. It was really weird. Normally we never get up before seven. The neighbors say the Siren will sound if your lights are on. But dad woke me up anyways. He spoke really quiet, whispering. Mom was there too, but I think she was crying? She wouldn't come near me; she kept holding her hand to her mouth.
"Dad didn't tell me anything. He said something about keeping my jacket with me, but taking off my name card? And that I wasn't allowed to talk for a while.
"He said for me to pack my things.
"Dad and mom helped me pack my toys, my clothes, my camera, and my blankets. They packed it all tight, as tight as they could, into two suitcases.
"I didn't really realize how little I had.
"I was really tired, so mom carried me most of the way. I slept for the trip; we walked there. Dad had my suitcases.
"We have a train station in town. Its one of those um.. things that run on a big rope. The one that hangs as it slides down the mountain? Yeah, one of those. Dad put me in it with my bags. He gave me bells. He gave me three tickets.
"Neither of them said goodbye. Dad only said four words. "Don't come back, sweetpea." The train pulled away from the station, from Perfect.
"Where am I now? I've been on this ground train for a while. Are we stopping soon?"
Extras:
Hope takes a great deal of pictures with her camera. She likes to send them back home, to her family so they can enjoy all the amazing things she's seeing. She addresses mail to them daily, letters covered only with "Family - Perfect"
She adores frosting.
Hope has nightmares on the regular. Night horrors that will cause her to jerk awake, screaming, coated in a sweat. After a few blinks and a calming pat, she doesn't remember any of them. These are sometimes allayed with the comfort of her stuffed Wooper, Charles.
She still has no earthly clue why her parents sent her away from Perfect, but she's too obedient to go back.

Description
UPDATE 5-1-2015 : Changed her outfit for probably not the last time

Name: Hope Atherston
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Sylveon
Hometown: Perfect
Birthdate: April 4th
Nature: Naive
Personality: Hope is a sheltered little ball of sunshine, raised in a protective household, and taught to uphold only the most civil of mannerisms. She is polite, kind, giving, and open, honest, never seeking to prank or mislead. Her words reflect this, even her most angry of outbursts accompanied only by a "Oh, fluff!" She doesn't understand that people out there will trick or deceive her. Why would anyone do that? She's very fond of her stuffed animal collection, and melts over tiny, cute little things. While not a templar in the courage department, she will stick up for her friends. She has a gnawing hatred for sleep, however, and is often drowsy. Nightmares keep her. Sometimes Hope will trip up on what she means, stumbling over her words as her lips try to keep up with her brain, growing more and more flustered as she starts to loose track of where she was going. She thinks, truthfully so, that she has a firm grasp on what's going on around her, but the poor cupcake really, really doesn't. She'll take insults to the cheek, and never retaliate. She'll be struck down, and not get back up. She will never fight back.
Moveset:
Moonblast
Draining Kiss
Misty Terrain
Protect
History: "I was born in a town called Perfect.
"Weird, I know. From what I've been gathering, most people don't call their towns things like that. Its something fancy like... Toothville or ...Or Wishawasha. I think that's a legitimate town name?
"Oh, right! Sorry. So. I was born in a town called Perfect. My mayor told everyone it was because we reached a utopia. People there were perfect. The streets were perfect. The air was perfect. Everything about our village was perfect.
"Every night, daddy would tuck me and my sisters in to bed, reading from our many Perfect Approved books. We were very quiet and didn't fuss, and once he was done, he would give us each a kiss and tuck us in tight.
"Mom always told us to keep our heads down and our words polite. People in Perfect don't like it when you aren't perfect. I was always kind to everyone I met. I would always share our apples with my neighbors, and they've give me peaches back. They were very nice.
"Every once in a while, the Siren would go off. The Siren was loud and scary, and everytime we would hear it, no matter where we were, mom told us to run immediately home. Dad would shut all the doors and close all the windows, telling us that we were to 'Never look outside while the Sirens blared', while mom took us to the parlor. There we would sit, all of us on the couch, and wait. Once the Sirens stopped, mom would pick us up, kiss our heads, and tell us to run off.
"I didn't know what the Sirens were for until gradeschool. One afternoon, when I was eating lunch, this girl came storming through the hallways. She confronted a boy, a boy she liked, I think. She got really mad; she started hitting him, punching, screaming. Everyone in the school was scared. I was scared. What was she doing?
"The Siren sounded. Men came from outside, running out of these big trucks, all covered in dark suits, even the trucks. They scooted past all the kids that were watching, past me, and, without a word, they grabbed the girl. The grabbed her by the arms, and they lifted her up into the air. I heard my heartbeat, then. All sound stopped. The girl stopped screaming. Everyone stopped talking.
"The men took her away, then. I never saw her again.
"I'm not allowed to talk about it, though. You won't tell anyone, will you?
"That was the only time I saw the Siren. Every other time I was in my parlor, quiet and waiting, sitting on my couch, I promise.
"I grew up, though, in Perfect. I tried to be the most perfect sylveon I could be; I sung in the choir, I did all my homework. I got good grades, not the best, that was Faith, and I took every test Perfect assigned.
"When I was about ten, dad bought for me a camera. A polaroid camera. It was beautiful. I was amazing. I loved it so much. I took pictures of everything. I took pictures of all my toys, of my sisters, of my parents, and of me.
"Dad said I wasn't allowed to take any pictures of anything else.
"But I kept the ones I could take, and mom put them all over the fridge.
"Oh! And, when I was.. um... twelve, I think? Mom told us that they had finally gotten their sledding license! (It takes.. almost a good three years to get approved for the small Perfect licenses.) They took us sledding for the first time ever in my life ever, and, my goodness, did I love that! Up and down the three foot hill by the park, all day. We had to share with the Terry family then. They were the only other ones with licenses, so we had to take turns going down the slope.
"I didn't mind, though! It was fun to share. The eldest Terry boy even gave me a pin to thank us! (You know, the colorful things you pin to jackets next to your name badge)
"I thought I was going to stay in Perfect forever. I wouldn't have minded it. People there were always so nice. There was no crime. There was no litter. I hoped maybe one day to own a pet. (I heard from my neighbor Victoria that it can take almost a decade to get!)
"But it didn't work out like that.
"One day, or.. wait, was it night? The Terry boy that gave me my pin took me outside. Yeah. I think it was night. It was starting to get dark out.
"Anyways, he took my hand, he was really gentle, and told me he found something he wanted me to see. It would only be fair of him to share, right? He said he was afraid his mom and dad wouldn't understand.
"And.... What... What did we do? I.. I remember he took me to The Fence. The really, really tall Fence. The one that looked like it tickled the clouds, it was so tall. I... I think we stood there for a while. I think... I think we saw someone? Someone walking? Maybe. Maybe? I think there was a light... Voices....?
".....
"...I'm sorry. What were we talking about?
"Oh! Oh yeah. So after that night, maybe about a day later, dad woke me up. It was really weird. Normally we never get up before seven. The neighbors say the Siren will sound if your lights are on. But dad woke me up anyways. He spoke really quiet, whispering. Mom was there too, but I think she was crying? She wouldn't come near me; she kept holding her hand to her mouth.
"Dad didn't tell me anything. He said something about keeping my jacket with me, but taking off my name card? And that I wasn't allowed to talk for a while.
"He said for me to pack my things.
"Dad and mom helped me pack my toys, my clothes, my camera, and my blankets. They packed it all tight, as tight as they could, into two suitcases.
"I didn't really realize how little I had.
"I was really tired, so mom carried me most of the way. I slept for the trip; we walked there. Dad had my suitcases.
"We have a train station in town. Its one of those um.. things that run on a big rope. The one that hangs as it slides down the mountain? Yeah, one of those. Dad put me in it with my bags. He gave me bells. He gave me three tickets.
"Neither of them said goodbye. Dad only said four words. "Don't come back, sweetpea." The train pulled away from the station, from Perfect.
"Where am I now? I've been on this ground train for a while. Are we stopping soon?"
Extras:
Hope takes a great deal of pictures with her camera. She likes to send them back home, to her family so they can enjoy all the amazing things she's seeing. She addresses mail to them daily, letters covered only with "Family - Perfect"
She adores frosting.
Hope has nightmares on the regular. Night horrors that will cause her to jerk awake, screaming, coated in a sweat. After a few blinks and a calming pat, she doesn't remember any of them. These are sometimes allayed with the comfort of her stuffed Wooper, Charles.
She still has no earthly clue why her parents sent her away from Perfect, but she's too obedient to go back.