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Quinn Liberati Jul 24, 2021 5:50:47 GMT -7

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Post by buggygardener on Jul 24, 2021 5:50:47 GMT -7

Quinn Liberati

Nicknames: Q, Quinny (sister’s nickname for her)
Gender: She/Her/Hers
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs
Age: 20
Birthday: 5/28
Home Town: Black City
Orientation: Asexual
Likes:
Science
Truth
Research
Likes Steel-type Pokemon, although also has a fascination with man-made Pokemon
Logic[al thinking]
Scientific progress
Professor Juniper, Professor Magnolia, & Professor Sonia (as well as other female professors)
Has a great respect for other scientifically-minded women

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Dislikes:

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Religion
Over idealism
Emotional people
Especially those that "let their emotions cloud their judgement"

Her fear of death

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Generally dislikes ghost, psychic, and fairy Pokemon as they tend to break scientific "rules"

Her parents

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Fears:

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Death
[Her] Emotions
Losing her sister

Goals/Dreams:

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To make scientific breakthroughs in Pokemon research
To become a renowned Pokemon Professor

To create her own perfect Pokemon

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An undying, logical entity

To be fully liberated from her parent’s control/influence

Skills:

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Stoicism (remaining logical)
Highly intelligent, both of the natural world (Pokemon) and of machines (human/unnatural sciences)
Martial arts
Computer Science

Status:

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Trainer
Researcher

Theme Song: Battle! Colress (B2W2)

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Favorite Type(s): Steel

Least Favorite Type(s): Ghost, Fairy, and Psychic types

Personality:

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Cold and often judgmental, often analyzing people and Pokemon with a scientific lens
Stoic and robotic
Generally speaks with a monotone voice, but does occasionally lapse and becomes noticeably annoyed/irritated with people that clash with her perspectives
Working on better controlling her emotions and keeping them in check

Difficult for her to express her emotions, especially since she represses them generally effectively

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Leads to awkwardness regarding human and Pokemon connection
Also leads to awkwardness in response to shows of affection from others

Can sometimes lose control of her emotions when she feels disrespected, especially regarding her scientific opinion or from potential colleagues

Appearance/Physical Description:

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Quinn is a sleekly built woman of above-average height and fair skin. This gives her an air of condescension towards others, as if she is looking down on them, not only because she literally is much of the time, but because she is always analyzing and judging others, though she can hide this well if desired. Her hair is a sleek, medium, straight bob cut and of a jet black color. Her eyes are also jet black in color and she often wears red lipstick
She wears a white lab coat with red triangular motifs on it, adding a sense of her own style and character to the coat. To add to the sharpness of her look, she wears triangular, silver glasses (although these are more of an accessory and she doesn’t actually need them to see and they work more like a magnifying lens for small objects up close). The clothes she wears underneath her coat are black with red accents. Her top is a suit vest (sleeveless) with a v-neck that is form-fitted and has a red lining on the inside as well as a red trim on the edges of it. Her pants are form-fitted and mostly black, with a triangular split in the hem of each leg on the outer side. From the hem split, a series of small, red triangles cascade up the pant leg. The white gloves she wears continue with the sharp, triangular motif, having a red triangular pattern on them. Her pumps add four inches to her height and have pointed closed toes and go up to her ankles, with flaps that come back over the top of the shoes. They are white in color and also have red triangles on them, similar to her gloves and lab coat. Around her neck is a rather simple silver necklace holding a singular, red triangle on it

History:

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Quinn was born to an upper-class family in the heart of Black City. There, her parents were excellent business people that had amassed quite the fortune early on in their lives. Although her parents had three children, her being the middle child, it was always clear to Quinn, who was the most astute of the three, that their parents never truly loved each other. While the two never fought nor were openly hostile towards each other, their interactions were also never warm or comforting. They had married each other out of business interests, merging their successful businesses together the day they officially married each other. Quinn’s mother was a fashion-forward businesswoman who made clothing for only the wealthiest of clients. Her father’s business worked heavily on the technology side and helped many, commonly-known companies with their successful inventions, for a price, of course. When merging their companies, they began to merge technology and fashion. Although they eventually branched out to granting these new products to common people, the top-of-the-line items were always reserved for the elite.
Quinn and her siblings were put into the most elite of schools in Unova. Competition at these schools was fierce and all three had private tutors working with them at home to keep them from falling behind. Their parents often held dinner parties where they boasted about their favorite child of the week in front of the other rich parents. This was not only meant to belittle the other elites but also belittle the children to make them try even harder to prove their worth to their parents. While this may have been intended to break the siblings apart and push them to try to outcompete each other, it actually strengthened their bonds to each other. The fierce competition with their peers at school along with a tight schedule full of studies resulted in their only companions being each other. Oftentimes, her older brother, Wren was the one her parents doted on the most. Since he was the oldest, he had the highest expectations set for him and was expected to eventually take over the company. That being said, their parents often used his sister’s successes to put him down. Their favorite way of doing this was saying how they may give the company to his sisters instead one day if he didn’t meet their expectations. While Quinn excelled in the sciences and Kiria, the youngest of the three, excelling in fashion design and other arts, Wren often came up short behind the other two despite him being 2 years older than Quinn and 3 years older than Kiria. This weighed heavily on him until he was eventually cast out of their home upon turning 18, being judged unfit to be a member of the Liberati family. Although it seemed bad at first to Quinn and Kiria, it became much worse when all records of his existence were erased from their home and any other form of record. Pictures of Wren were removed and destroyed. Those with him and other family members were professionally edited to remove him from the photographs. In fact, any mention of him was outright ignored by his parents at best or resulted in some form of punishment at worst. On the day her brother was cast out of their home, Quinn and Kiria made a vow to never forget him. At first, they often tried to find their brother and ask around for him, but this quickly resulted in punishments and tighter restrictions on their freedom than they had before. Eventually, they were guarded 24/7. To cope, Quinn decided it would be best to seal away her emotions and do her best to please her parents. She saw it as the only logical way to avoid their wrath for now and gain her freedom back later. Kiria, on the other hand, often rebelled, becoming what her parents labeled as a “problematic child.” That being said, this rage ended up fueling her art and fashion, causing her to create even better works than before, stunning the world with every new release. If it weren’t for her great success as an artist and fashion designer, Kiria, too, may have been disowned like her brother Wren. That being said, her parents are reluctant to let her continue down the path she has chosen for herself. Quinn, on the other hand, while being seemingly obedient to them, always tried to find her own ways to rebel in small ways. For example, she often models Kiria’s new works. In fact, her preferred wardrobe was entirely designed by her sister.
On her 20th birthday, Quinn was granted a surprising opportunity by her parents. Having apparently pleased them with her countless hours of study, research work, and publications, her parents announced that she would be allowed to be rid of her supervisor/bodyguard to continue her studies under the tutelage of a Pokemon Professor. Although Quinn thought this was too good to be true, she, rather recklessly, decided to push her luck and request that she be allowed to choose who she could study under. To the surprise of her and her sister, they agreed. Although Quinn and Kiria never figured out why exactly they had agreed to suddenly grant Quinn so much freedom, Quinn graciously thanked them for the opportunity. With the help of her soon-to-be former bodyguard, Quinn packed what she felt was needed and readied herself to start her new quest. Although Kiria would miss Quinn deeply when she left, she knew that this freedom was what Quinn always wanted. Quinn, too, felt saddened that she would have to leave Kiria behind with her parents, but she knew that the younger girl could handle them both as she always thought Kiria was the stronger of the two of them. With newfound hopes and dreams, Quinn readied herself and headed to the lab of Professor Juniper, the first professor she washed to study under.
The Day the Caged Bird Stopped Singing
I remember that day as if it were only yesterday. I had spent any little free time I had in the upcoming weeks thinking of, designing, and making the gift. Even then, though, it had to be under the guise of research and development so that my parents wouldn’t snuff it out before it was done.
My sister and I had discussed our gifts in secret too in the days leading up to that fateful day. We kept saying the other’s gift would be just as good as our own when we had doubts about our brother liking what we had prepared for him. Secretly, though, I think this was one of the few things we each wished we outdid each other on.
I was the first to know of what happened to my brother Wren. My parents had announced earlier that day that we were to all eat dinner in the main dining hall that day. However, something must have happened that caused them to take action before then. I was passing by the eating quarters on the way to get my sister Kiria for dinner when I heard my father shouting within. I hid the present I had for Wren in the pocket of my dress before peeking through the door. Within, I saw my brother standing in front of my mother and father. He had his head down as the two of them yelled viciously at him. I was mortified, but I couldn’t look away.
My sister must have heard the loud noises from above and eventually came down with her gift in tow but with haste. I tried to tell her to be quiet and watch from the side, but she refused and burst through the doors. “Why are you yelling at him? It’s his birthday!” She yelled trying to hold back tears.
I followed behind her trying to explain that I tried to stop her from interrupting. My parents didn’t seem to care for my words though, nor my sister’s. They paused their yelling for a moment, though to address us both. My father cleared his throat before speaking to us, “I am afraid you two no longer have a brother as of today and we no longer have a son.”
“I don’t understand. What is wrong with Wren?” I asked seemingly too much of a lout to realize what my parents thought should have been understood by that point.
My mother hastily walked towards me with pure wrath on her face and unexpectedly slapped me, knocking me to the ground. Kiria came to my side, even more confused and concerned than she was before. “We said that you two no longer have a brother and us no longer a son. This fool is no longer welcome here nor does he have the right to exist in our presence! You shall not speak his name again!”
She then snapped her fingers and several servants appeared and began to remove any images of Wren from the walls. It was at this point that the three of us finally grasped some semblance of what our parents had meant. Wren got on his knees and begged his parents for forgiveness and leniency, but they refused to even look at him for more than a glance of disgust. “Stop! You can’t do that!” Kiria said as she tried to keep the servants from removing Wren’s photos.
While distracted by this task, my mother snatched the gift she had made for Wren from her hands, “You have no need for this anymore,” and then walked towards the nearest window of our highrise and tossed it out. My sister tried her hardest to stop our mother from doing so but could not pry the gift out of her hands. She could only watch as the small red box fell out of sight into the dark, stormy night.
Kiria then ran out of the room with tears streaming down her face. I was about to speak when my father gave a quick, scornful glance at me, causing me to lose any will to speak, and simply felt the still stinging pain on my slapped cheek.
Kiria did not have to witness what happened next. I was too afraid to even speak up against what was done. I watched as a couple of the larger servants removed Wren from my parents’ feet, where he was still begging for forgiveness, and carried him out the main door. I followed as far as I could, feeling as if this was all some sort of terrible nightmare. I saw as they carried him into one of the elevators of the highrise. I managed to push myself into the elevator with them before it closed. I stood there stunned as I heard Wren yelling to be released and forgiven, but the two servants remained stoic. It wasn’t until the doors opened that the two servants moved and carried him once again. He tried his best to escape, but could not. I tried to follow, but a couple of other servants had moved to block me from moving more than several feet from the elevator. I looked on as the two servants threw him out of the front door of the building and locked the doors behind him. He banged on the doors violently with tears, hoping anyone would let him back in.
Suddenly, the elevator door reopened and there was someone next to me. I looked up to see my father there, face still red with anger but otherwise looking as calm as ever. He adjusted his tie before saying aloud, “That is what happens to those that disappoint and disgrace the Liberati name. Remember this, my daughter.”
He guided me back to the elevator and we rode up back to our home in silence.
Wren beating on the doors of the highrise is the last memory I have of him. After that day, I sealed away my feelings so that I could better protect myself and my sister. We both devoted ourselves even more to our work and studies, but while I silently rebelled against our oppressors in tiny ways, she was much more vocal in her disagreement. If she weren’t as talented as she was and me being in good favor with my parents, she would have also been erased from our house long ago, much like our brother. I don’t think I could have survived losing both of them. After that day, none of us saw my brother ever again. Any mention of him was quickly met with a punishment of some kind until we learned to simply never talk about him. It soon became, just as they had said, like he never existed.
It didn’t occur to me until later that horrific night, once the chaos had subsided, that I never got to give Wren his gift. Thankfully, neither my father nor mother found it before I could remove it from its packaging. It was a simple silver chain necklace with a red triangle on it, red being Wren’s favorite color and the three points of the shape representing each of us siblings, together a fuller picture than 2 points in space. Since that day, I have worn it in plain sight of my parents as a symbol of my silent rebellion against them and as a reminder of my brother. In fact, when my mother first made a comment about the necklace while we were all eating breakfast together one morning, she asked, “Oh, what a beautiful necklace. Where did you get it from?”
Before I took another sip of my coffee, I casually replied, “Oh, my sister helped me make this with a new technique I developed,” as I glanced towards my sister.
Her face was in shock at first and grew pale before father replied, “Well, I quite like it. Simple, yet elegant.”
“As do I. Hopefully, your all’s cooperation with this technique can lead to big breakthroughs,” Mother said, returning back to the paper she was reading.
At that moment, my sister knew that we were forever united in our rebellion against our parents, even if I wasn’t so obvious in my ways. Our bond has only grown stronger since and we knew neither of us would ever forget.

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