» Name: Chia
» Sex: Female
» Species: #66 Machop - The Superpower Pokémon
» Affiliation: Unaffiliated/Aspiring Carpenter
» Level: 5
» Energy: 19 BE ( 14 BE + 5 )
» Ability: Guts
- Low Kick ( Lvl. 1 )
- Leer ( Lvl. 1 )
- Focus Energy ( Lvl. 3 )
- Meditate ( Egg Move )
» Natural Feats:
Guts: Chia’s attack power rises, should she contract any major status ailment.
Gym Lyfe: Machop’s body is composed entirely of muscles. Though small in stature, they possess a phenomenal, superhuman-like strength.
The Grind Don’t Stop: A ‘chop’s muscles never get sore from vigorous exercise.
Biological Mother: Yasha ( Machoke, NPC )
Biological Father: Pao ( Mienfoo, NPC )
Maternal Figure: Basil ( Comfey, NPC )
Other Gaurdians: Klaus & Flurry ( Binacle, NPC ) Ukiki ( Simisear, NPC ) Titus ( Tropius, NPC )
Chia is known for her well-mannered demeanour and the strong (perhaps idealistic) incentive she exhibits to aid those in need. While Chia’s relatively soft-spoken, she, in turn, bears a natural inclination to socialize and finds that the idea of conversing with a complete stranger or mingling in large crowds does little to deter her easygoing state of mind. On the contrary, her interest in others is quite genuine, oftentimes to a fault. Chia's altruism and capacity for empathy may leave her susceptible to being, at times, overbearing and needlessly concerned with the affairs of her peers.
This ignorance for boundaries is also apparent in the girl’s interactions with those she considers her friends. You may not notice it at first, but with time it becomes very evident that Chia is not one to shy away from being physically affectionate with her buddies. She may even be guilty of doting on her friends in a weird, motherly way from time to time; she’ll take it upon herself to fuss over that smidge of dirt on your cheek or that scratch on your arm—well-intentioned gestures that, unfortunately, aren’t always met with gratitude.
Apart from being a big softie, Chia is also quite the visionary. Though she enjoys coming up with new ideas and does prefer to think and strategize before making rash decisions, she finds that fussing over the smaller details of a plan or project becomes can be exhausting. She's very disorganized and can be a bit scatterbrained as a result.
Woodworking: Though Chia is by no means an expert in this field, the occasional job calling for meager repairs on—say, a broken cartwheel or a rickety floor panel has given the girl some considerable proficiency with a hammer. She prides herself on being self-taught, and finds satisfaction in the feeling of accomplishment that comes with the finished product.
Meditation: Chia was drawn into the practice at a very young age by her father. She tries to devote an hour of every day to meditation, finding that it helps her collect her thoughts.
Flowers: Ever since Basil convinced her father to take up gardening, their home has flourished into a vastly more cozier living space, a much-needed change from the lonely abode it once was, and she can’t thank the Comfey enough for it. What's not to like about flowers? Each and every kind are beautiful in their own way, as cheesy as it sounds. That, and they smell pretty nice.
Rebellious Types: Living in a town that captures the literal essence of paradise means that you can just about expect anyone to come wandering down the road, and while the arrival of any newcomer excites Chia, she finds herself a lot more enraptured by the, ahem, “defiant” kind of folk who’ll show up from time to time. Of course, while their troublesome and brooding behaviour is the cause of many eye rolls, Chia finds there’s a certain...charm to the persona. Her life is rather simple compared to the lives that outlaws and brigands will boast, and because Chia knows next to nothing of the world outside Rainfront, the dangerous allure draws her in like a Venemoth to a flame.
Bananas: On the rare occasion that grouchy ol' Titus would let her pluck a banana off from his ample supply, she's never once been dissatisfied by the taste of this delectable snack.
Taking Charge: To Chia, the idea of leading or directing a team of ‘mon is kind unnerving. She finds that she's a lot more comfortable taking orders rather than giving them. If she's ever thrusted into a situation that calls for her guidance, she'll probably become overwhelmed in a matter of minutes.
Reading: It may come as no surprise to learn that a fighting type has no patience for books, but in Chia’s defence, she’s quite assured that a hands-on approach is a much better way to tackle a new concept.
Confrontation: She isn’t all that prepared for verbal disputes, let alone physical ones. Unpleasant conversations tend to embarrass and discomfort her, and so she’s quite willing to take the unfair treatment of her friends if it means they don’t have to talk about it, or worse, argue.
The Idea of Traveling: The years that followed her mother's departure were painful, to say the least. Her decision left Chia with tremendous heartache—but it wasn't just the girl who was bittered by her mother's choices. It was the selfishness of someone else that lead Chia's father on a downwards spiralling path into depression. What followed was years of reclusive, hermit-like behaviour from her father, as he began spending his days cooped up in the quiet seclusion of their home. It took years, but with her undying reassurance and with Basil's persistence, they were eventually able to break the Mienfoo's terrible habits. Though her family might be well adapted to the changes now, Chia has become frankly terrified of the concept of so much as stepping a foot beyond the threshold of her home. She's seen firsthand the consequences that come with such selfish thinking. To put her father through that kind of pain again...she can't bear the thought.
Several years ago, a rough and tumble band of nomads wandered out of the Icy Lands. From the wintry region’s spill of woods came forth an unlikely team of seven, all of whom were incredibly weary, frostbitten, and deprived of any means to satiate the mounting hunger gnawing away at their stomachs. Along with their lack of food, they were without all other possible supplies to boot, leaving nothing in their possession apart from a single egg—an egg that belonged to the party's own two fighting-types: They were Yasha, an assertive Machoke who more or less guided the team, and her partner Pao, an unassuming Mienfoo with a more calmer air about him. Alongside its parents, the egg was just as beloved by the rest of the party, who were all, at this point, incredibly desperate to draw this perilous journey to a close, and so they were quick to seek out help from the very first settlement they came upon. Sure enough, their trail would lead them right to a quaint little town on the coast. Rainfront, a beautiful oceanside resort, provided these foreigners with a breathtaking atmosphere all too reminiscent of home. Following their arrival, they were met with a surprisingly warm welcome from the locals, some of whom were kind enough to aid these new faces in their time of need. What was only meant to be a short stay became an indefinite residence when Chia's egg began to hatch. In an instant, the shared dreams and ambitions of these lost, awestruck travellers were being set aside in favour of a spur of the moment decision to settle down—to provide their new child with the best possible life.
As one can imagine, Chia was brought up in a rather crowded home. Alongside her mother and father, there were five other miscreants present, and none of them —quite frankly—knew what the hell they were doing. Traversing the unknown and squaring off against powerful enemies, that was one thing—but this? Raising a child? It was a strange concept, to say the least, for this band of wanderers who were more familiar with the sight of the open road than they were with domestic life. Yet in spite of their uncertainty—Arceus be damned, they were going to see this new chapter in their lives through to the end.
So when it quickly became apparent that the costs of living weren’t going to pay themselves, Chia’s mother, Yasha, as well as the rest of her companions wasted no time seeking employment opportunities around town. Her mother’s raw strength made it easy for her to secure a job being a pack mule of sorts for one of the local businesses. When Chia wasn’t busy stirring up trouble with Ukiki, collecting seashells with Klaus & Flurry, flying on Titus’s back or running errands with Basil, she’d accompany her mother while she worked—occasionally offering up a tiny hand when it came to lugging around smaller bits of the merchandise. Boring as the work may have been, Chia loved spending time with her mother— that, and chipping in this way made her feel helpful. Not only did this kind of physical prowess come naturally to her kind, but by making use of it this way, she was doing others a good service.
For a time, Chia’s youth had been devoid of worries; she cared nor wanted for nothing—content with the easiness and serenity of her simple life. And so while she spent her days lazing by the beach or spending them with friends and family, she remained oblivious to an issue that threatened the relationship of her parents. Unbeknownst to her daughter, Yasha was growing more discontent by the day, for she had become tired of the tediousness of domestic life, and her yearning to get back out onto the road again was reaching its boiling point. Her father, Pao, was a lot more perceptive of his partner. He did all he could to dissuade her from these childish wants for adventure, but trying to change her mind would quickly prove to be a fruitless endeavour; he endlessly sought to talk her out of it, but time and time again his pleas were met with an unyielding wanderlust. 'Course, while Chia's mother may have been...unfit for parenthood, to say the least, she wasn't heartless. The Machoke had enough of a grasp on the situation to recognize that she still had her little one to care for, and so she came up with a proposition: Say she were to revive her old team, then, take them to seek out the supposed guild located a little ways out beyond Rainfront in a town called Grassveil? If they were accepted, Yasha could provide for her family here, back home, while taking on work that was far more suited to the needs of her and her team. While it may have sounded like an ideal plan to Yasha, Pao thought otherwise. To think, the mother of his child was so desperate to relive the 'glory days' she'd prioritize these fantasies over her own daughter. Enraged, the Mienfoo's calm disposition was forgotten in favour of voicing these frustrations. Heated arguments followed. In the midst of her mother and father's turmoil, Chia's 'extended family' were there to play with her, to keep her mind at ease and off the issue. However, while none of them dared to intervene, all but one of Yasha's former companions shared similar sentiments to their leader. In the end, Yasha had made up her mind.
In an instant, her once carefree childhood soured into something a whole lot worse. Her mother, alongside four of the ‘mon who’d all raised her from infancy, were suddenly gone. What followed was an immense period of frustration and anger, potent emotions that welled up in her eyes and threatened to burst from her chest. It was a droning, miserable experience—an experience that probably would've been severely damaging, had it not been for Basil, the only one of her mother's companions who had decided to stick around. Chia had always seen her as family, but with the absence of her actual mother, Basil was quick to step in and take her place. Throughout the heartbreak, Basil had been there to console her, to soothe her through the rage and despair.
With time Chia would eventually grow accustomed to these unfortunate turn of events. Though, she had newfound independence, a drastic change of pace from constantly relying on the word or decisions of the adults in her life. Out of habit, she continues to lend her hand in various tasks around town, sort of carrying on her mother's legacy of being dependable muscle. While her father began relieving his stress through new hobbies such as cooking and gardening, Chia has found that her own interests lead her towards the complexities of woodworking and carpentry. Though she hasn't much of a mind for intricate mathematical schematics and whatnot, you could say she's become pretty handy with a hammer—and not even in a destructive sense. Once in a blue moon, her mother and her old playmates will return on occasion to visit. Sadly, she feels as if the relationship has worsened with the passage of time. Today, Chia continues to live a simple, underestimating life in Rainfront town with her father and Basil, sustaining her family by undertaking whatever job comes her way.
» Other: The 'Chop likes to adorn herself in a simple, beige-coloured pair of trousers. For a belt, she uses a lengthy piece of nautical rope, it’s ends are tied together at the front of her hips in a nice bow.