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PKMNC TPC- Bambi Anthem

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*EDIT: Bambi turned 18


NAME: Bambi Anthem

SPECIES: #175 Togepi

GENDER: Female

BIRTHDAY: April 23

ZODIAC: Taurus

AGE: 18

NATURE: Brave

CHARACTERISTIC: Good perseverance

CATCHPHRASE: “brii”

JOB: Whatever she can to make ends meet.

HOME TOWN: Veilstone City



HISTORY:

Bambi’s mother was a small, kind Togekiss with a heart for dancing to the night sky. She would dance for herself, for her friends, and for anyone willing to stop and watch. It was her passion. Whenever there was a festival nearby, she would join in just for the chance of bringing a smile to somebodies face. And many times she did get to dance.

During one such event she met a tall, handsome Honchcrow. He walked up to her and bowed, asking with feathered wing held out to her, “May I have this dance?” Flattered, she accepted. It wasn’t often that she was allowed to execute a dance that required two Pokémon. They learnt then that they enjoyed each other’s company, and together they waltzed the night away. For months afterwards they met up often, and eventually were wedded.

As with many marriages nowadays, things just didn’t work out and they decided to go their separate ways. There was no arguing over the custody of their children because both of them knew that nether would be truly happy with the arrangement. They just did their best to be fair with the other. She calmly sorted her things before moving to live with her brother in Sinnoh, taking Bambi with her and leaving her son in the care of his father. The two got along fairly well after the fact, and decided that they were better friends than partners. Still, they didn’t keep in contact.




When Bambi’s mother passed away from a severe case of the flu, she went on to live with her uncle in Veilstone City. It was a quiet affair, and if truth be told she didn’t even remember it. She was too young for it to sink in properly. In the future, she would say that she was okay with what happened. She felt that nobody could love her more than her uncle did right then. She knew this, yet it didn’t keep her from hanging an old photo of her mother on the wall near the bed she slept on or from thinking of her often. She wanted to remember.



Bambi’s uncle was a gentle Noctowl with knowledge on a great many subjects. He would stop what he was doing to answer her questions (trust me, it takes a lot of patience to answer all the questions a small child can come up with), and though he didn’t mind them, he did try his best to find things to entertain her when he was busy. He taught her the traditional Veilstone pastime of carving little stones to make charms for necklaces and together they would wear her newest creations. He gave her chalk so she could draw on the plentiful amounts of pavement outside, but more often than not she ended up coloring on her own blank shell. The two of them would walk around the single park that the city contained and lie on the cool green grass. They were very close, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.



Bambi spoke very little as a child. Not because she wasn’t capable of speaking, but because she was embarrassed to do so. It all started one fine morning. She was singing a tuneless melody and digging up the flowers at the outskirts of her neighborhood park when an older kid came over with a friend of his and began teasing her about her voice. When she tried to defend herself, they only laughed and said that her speaking voice was just as bad as her singing one. Needless to say, she ran home crying that day.

Her uncle was quite concerned to see his little niece in tears. It took much coaxing to get her to tell him what happened, but his concern eventually won her over. He then made the two of them cups of hot chocolate and sat her down in his lap. Before he could get a single syllable out, Bambi spoke.

“I want to learn how to talk,” she said softly, fingering the edges of his shirt. “I want to talk like hearing-people do.” She turned to face him, ready to see what he had to say in return. She was indeed deaf, and while she couldn’t hear the responses of others, she could read lips superbly.

He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. No “What’s wrong with me?” or “Why can’t I be like everybody else?” No complicated questions, just a simple statement. A statement that, although he was unprepared for, he felt he could answer it much easier than what could have been said. “There’s a special school uptown where kids can go to learn to speak.”

“Can I go there? Can I go now?” She hugged his middle with one arm and looked imploringly at him.
He had hoped she would go to a regular school with the rest of the children in the neighborhood, but he didn’t have the heart to shoot her down. He heaved a small sigh. “Not right now, but you can go in the fall.”
Her eyes shone brighter than he’d ever seen them that day.



Bambi learned how to pronounce words by feeling the vibrations coming from her instructors’ throat and by judging how much air came out with each word. It was a long and difficult process, but it seemed to be seemed to work because everyone told her she was improving greatly. She believed them and was happy with her progress, but she still remembered that day at the park. She never sang.



Later Bambi built up the confidence to speak to others again. It took her little time to realize that she had all the words she needed to carry out a conversation, but lacked the social skill to forge a decent relationship. She just didn’t find people interesting. Instead, she buried herself in the happily-ever-after’s that fantasy novels from her uncle’s library provided. Oftentimes she skipped to the ending before reading the rest of the story. She only liked to read books that had a happy ending.

Her uncle noticed. The school she attended required that she spend the majority of her time with either her instructor or uncle (whom the instructor encouraged to participate in order to help his niece), both of which were versed in the proper vocal teaching method. She had spent so much time with them that she never bothered to learn how to get along with others her own age. He hoped that she would soon push past this and make up for lost time.



Bambi dreamed of flying. She wanted to do something that could bring her closer to her mother, and though she figured she wouldn’t make much of a dancer, she knew that if she evolved, she could fly. The thought brought her much joy. She had talked about her mother with her uncle, but she wasn’t content with secondhand information. She wanted to experience the night, to run with the stars, to feel what her mother must have felt, in order to really know what she was like. She wanted a passion she could share with the world, too.

She wished on the last star to leave each morning at every sunrise for a friend. Togepi only evolve once they’ve formed a strong bond with another being, and though she had no interest in others, she did need help to achieve her goal. She would often hold her charm up to the sky, the one she made herself as a symbol of her dream, and imagined the feeling of the wind beneath her wings. After all, in her books, wishes always came true.



One day, Bambi received a letter from someone she never expected to hear from. This letter just happened to be from her brother, Darby. She and her uncle had spoken about him and her father before, but when neither tried to contact her over the years she assumed that they didn’t have any interest in her. She was little resentful to hear from one of them now, but opened the envelope anyway. It might be worth her time.

As it turned out, Darby wanted Bambi to come visit him so he could get to know her better. The request was strange to her, but he seemed genuine. In his letter he wrote about making up for lost time and starting fresh. That struck a chord in her. She had spoken with her uncle about such things, so the idea wasn't new. Perhaps what she truly needed was to start fresh, in a new place, in a new town. Somewhere she could realize her dream. And maybe, just maybe, her brother could help her in fulfilling it. It was just like a scene in a fairytale. The hero goes on a great journey with an unlikely partner, and they set out to find their destiny. Who better to do this with than her own brother?



Bambi’s uncle was hesitant about her decision to move out at first, but quickly warmed to the idea when he thought it would be good for her. Going out into the world on her own might help her open up better to the people around her. He did his best to remain optimistic and support her. He even helped her pack her things. They parted with a warm hug. No words needed to be said.

Bambi boarded the train, stomach flipping with nervousness and excitement. This was the first chapter of her story. What would the characters be like? What adventures would follow? But most importantly, how would it end? She hadn’t the faintest idea, and while she watched her city fade into the distance, she decided that that was okay.



EXTRAS:
HOBBIES: Archeology, stone craft, and drawing a new chalk design on her shell every day.

FAVORITE FOOD: Macaroni and cheese

FAVORITE BERRY: Lum

ACCESSORIES: Scarf, charm

MOVESET:
-Ancientpower
-Mimic
-Psychic
-Wish
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What a cutie pie<33 Welcome! Cx