Special notes about pairings/romance/and sexuality with this character:
While aware of the facts of life through rather coarse means Green isn’t interested in a partner. It’s a mix-match of her being young enough to have the subliminal baggage of “eew cooties” when thinking of any stereotypical romantic motion. When exposed to anything suggestive between adults it either skates of her head, she gets it, and ribs the person in front of her about it because any leverage no matter the topic will be taken up with both hands.
Race:
Human
Profession:
Minor Student –part-time-, emancipated minor via Pokémon Trainer Laws
(Special note: presently unsponsored, -circumstance of her contract breaking is elaborated in the fic, as are the legalities about her emancipated status-)
Base/fandom setting: Pokemon Manga, AU set after the events of Soul silver/Heart Gold
Physical description/Garments/base personality notes:
A young, rather nondescript girl, with long brown hair and blue eyes. Heart-faced shape with a smattering of freckles, there’s a thing, almost paper cut thin, line that runs from behind her ear, under her jaw to her other ear. And pale near-colorless spans on her arms, that look like claw grip points. The skin in these areas is white and stands out when she gets a tan; so she makes efforts not to do so. Favoring oversized hats and glasses to better avoid the sun. She has small scars on her arms, back, and hands, gifts from her hard upbringing, and Mask’s insistence she learn to fight with knives. Her small lopsided smile is more from learning how to smile wrong more than anything and gives her a devious look to those watching her. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and regularly dart about. Her fingers twitch from time to time when around others as old habits scream that she should snatch and grab, snatch and run, so she has bells sewn onto her gloves and wrists, little reminders that she doesn’t have to steal anymore...
She favors long fingerless gloves over long-sleeve shirts. Dark colors, black, browns, and blues, with short skirts and a belt with a Pokeball holster to carry her team. (the short skirts are more for the shock value and winding up old coots than any sense of style). She takes serious pains to wear feature hiding hats, scarfs, and the like, so much so there are no pictures of her online or in her family's possession.
History:
Her childhood ended at age five, a victim of a madman’s whim who had by some twist of luck gotten the means to command a Legend. And so Pryce, a distant League Member of Jhoto, set the bound Legend through Viridian, through Kanto, snatching up “promising” children for his plans. Trapping them in cells of ice, he strained their bodies, until their minds and morals were accessible to his manipulations. Once broke he tried to wipe them clean, purge them of history, compassion, and reason, save for his reasons and demands.
In Pryce’s ice prison she stayed and suffered. While the Gym Leader, under the guise of “Mask of Ice”, scraped away a great deal of Greens morality, he made one mistake in regards to her placement.
She wasn’t alone.
He’d lobbed a three-year-old in her cell with her and told Green that “that if the boy died she would too” and while a vile base for compassion, her desperation in keeping Silver alive lead to her holding on to her compassion when so many of the other children in their icy cells let theirs die.
It took years to get the courage and tools to break free, years of pretending to go along with the Mask’s plans, heists, and ideals. And in the silent watches of the night, where the sane would sleep, Green stayed up, whispering tales of the outside world, of what she remembered of her family, to Silver. Part so he knew what the outside world was like (because he recalled nothing, no mother, no father, he barely had words at first. The shock of a Legend taking him having reverted Silver’s mind to so young he’d been like an infant) and part so she wouldn’t forget.
On her last night, when she’d overheard their guards talking about “putting down” an ill Silver, Green slipped out, taking her team, and her freedom, and bringing the other younger child with her.
Once Silver was well, and they were both beyond the Mask’s reach, Green settled into a path of minor thievery and scams to get herself and her “younger brother” Silver steady food, clothes, and a shaky sort of shelter. They broke into abandoned homes, apartments, testing for utilities and living like “real folks” in bits and bobs. When their luck was low they made lean-toos in construction zones, gathering up the scratch in warmer months so they’d have enough to pay the rent in the cheapest of hotel rooms throughout the winter.
One year, passed, two, a few after that, and first Green, then Silver, started selling stolen goods to the various black markets about Kanto. Overconfident and ambitious, Green hatched a plan, get a powerful ‘mon, pretend to do the gym journey, and try to find her way home. She vaguely recalled Viridian, that her family might have moved to Pallet, but her memories were at best sketchy. She wasn’t even sure of her last name.
Still, she went and did and got caught by Oak stealing a Squirtle, but at first, she didn’t know. He let her go, saving the video footage and eschewing a confrontation to better research Green.
And there was a data trail, reports here and there, petty crimes, pickpocketing, and it was only chance that she hadn’t gotten caught.
Armed with his research, sure of her villainy, Oak engineered a scene that was part public humiliation, part trigger pulling. Preying on her fear of birds, and while Green was in shook he accused her of thievery and worse. Only thinking the child needed to be scared straight.
So with that goal in mind the Professor offered her a path towards redemption. Work for him, help the other 'dex holders, and earn her squirtle and a path to a cleaner more moral life.
And if she had any objections he could call the police at any time.
She took the first option and got caught up in the varied disasters, Legend wrought, and otherwise, that peppered the Kanto region’s headlines. Going head to head against the League and Rocket with the “good guys” and trying to find her family in the madness.
But with other “bigger things” going on she wasn’t getting much support, and Silver, who she was trying to keep out of it, got dragged right in despite her protests he was too young.
In that final battle, in Ilex, when a Legend descended to wipe the slate clean, well things went bad for the Good Guys. Because the Legend of healing and light, cured the villain, the Rocket Boss, and left the 'dex holders, those seeking to stop one of humanity's “greatest evils” in shock.
Because Jirachi had healed Giovanni, granting him decades of continued life, and the man hadn’t repented a lick.
To put it mildly, Green was amused at the end result.
Her glee held five minutes, when Pryce and Lance appeared, throwing accusations of Giovanni and Rocket about being monsters while they themselves were worse monsters themselves. And that was when Green decided enough was enough.
So when Pryce simpered about “seeing the light” and “needing to be ready to face off the next evil” AKA Silver’s dad… Well, Green was about ready to let loose all the words she’d heard made adults blanch, she didn’t know what they all meant but she meant “Hell no”.
Pryce’s insane offer of training them, taking them back in froze her tongue in her head, broke her brain, she literally was blue screening in front of the Goodie squad and Lance and Mask and...
And Silver, whipped out Sneasel, summoned a squall of hail, and in the frigid downpour dragged them both off. They were on the run again, and as soon as they got to civilization found someone had tattled to Oak, and he, refusing to even consider there might be another side to it, had decided to cut them off.
The pair were with the teams in their pockets, the funds on hand, and the food in the packs, the good professor had locked own their temporary bank accounts, their phone service… everything they’d worked for, gone.
So they went back to old ways. Stealing and breaking in, scraping by, but now Rocket was watching them, as was Interpol, and the League, and the other Dex holders. They had to be so careful, daren’t get caught, and so they weren’t. By luck, Green found proof of her parents, an obituary of an aunt she sorta remembered that lead to a data trail, that lead to the possibility of going home.
So taking up her last bit of flagging optimism she offered Silver a place with her, at her home, in Sevii. Not too sure if it was really hers, or true, but she’d share if he wanted it.
He’d said yes like it was the only option and when she told him it wasn’t, he didn’t have to, he’d assured her, he wanted to.
“It’s not like I’m going with HIM,” Silver’d hummed, amused at Green when she’d asked him why he didn’t go home. They knew who his Da’ was, Rocket Boss or not, he was alive, and had sorta offered… Well offered to make Silver an Executive, whatever that was, but it’d been something. Home’d been alluded to at least.
But Silver hadn’t taken the offer. Turned down Rockets who approached him and fought back against the pushier ones who didn’t like his “no”.
“I’ve hurt enough people, I’m done hurting people, for the Good Guys and Mask and… I want to try home, can we try home?”
So they had, one last encounter, Interpol, trying to whine and dine them to their side and Silver’d used Sneasel to make it hail and they surfed a week.
From there it was a run of good luck. She’d remembered her name, remembered it right. They made it, they were home.
And what’s when all Hell broke loose.
Because Green’s family couldn’t deal with her absence or her return. They’d locked themselves into their own little worlds and small concerns to cope with her being dead and gone at the claws of a flying impossibility. Her trauma, and the “tagalong boy” who claimed (lied, he hadn’t wanted them calling Giovanni) he didn’t know who his folks, that Green’d saved him and he wasn’t going to be separated from her for anything, was a bit too much for them to deal with.
So they didn’t.
Refusing to believe, blurring the length of her absence in their personal narratives… They coped by embracing denial. She’d done her journey, was home, all could be well, could be normal, if only everyone’d go along with it.
So her parents tried to shovel first her, then Silver, into an idyllic life. Tweaking their personalities, expressing their expectations, rewarding them with affection and attention when they did good, were right…
It was gentler than what Mask had done to them but familiar, and Green’s response was to lie. Lie, and go along with it. She’d spent a childhood committing felonies, and they said they loved her, forgave her (didn’t want to hear which was wonderful because she didn’t want to tell) and as long as she was good they loved her. Being good wasn’t hard, didn’t hurt anyone. She could play this system, make it work.
Silver could not, would not.
Did not.
Taking his team Silver slipped away one night, and kept remote contact with Green. Reconciling with Yellow, dragging Green to reconcile with Yellow. They BFFed over snipping about how crazy the 'dex holders were, how weird Oak was, how silly Jirachi was, and battles and ‘mon raising, and Yellow had so many joltic she was crazy like that, and Sne’sne was going to eat every bird in Viridian, just watch her.
Green’s life was Silver, and Yellow and lies. Phone calls and texts, emails and pictures, and trying to “fit in” and relearn how to be normal.
And for a little it worked, everything was fine, everything was good.
Until one day, right after school, when she picked up her cell phone, expecting a telemarketer, or Silver, or Yellow, something sane..
And found Giovanni on the other line, idly wondering if he could talk to Silver.
“After all, she’d left with him, hasn’t she?”
She hung up, knee jerk to the ultimate jerk. He’d deserved it she was sure. And she panicked, because how had he known… He called back, offering to make her a deal, acting oblivious all the while.
One meeting, he’d help her explain anything she needed to her disbelieving folks, acquit her of any crime, give proof for the impossibilities of her life so they’d better understand and help her, and she, in turn, would give him what she knew of Silver.
And if she wanted to help him long term, in finding Silver, getting him home, her choice, no pressure.
And he’d pay, handsomely for her assistance, all it would take was one talk and her parents would be on board, she’d get what she’d wanted and he’d get what he wanted, then they’d be quits.
She gave him a time a promise of a call back. Nothing else. Then she let him go, not believing, not trusting, he was a criminal after all. The second he was off her phone Green called Silver… After all, it was Silver’s life, his freedom, and so it was as much his choice as hers.
“See what he wants.” The redhead had drawled, amused anyone actually cared, and curious to see where it’d go. “But try to get a million, a million sounds like a lot and we could share it, buy a permanent license, maybe even get a double battle license and try a new type of journey. That sounds fun.”
And it had, so she did, and that’s where the story Roost picks up per Greens perspective.
Personality/Psych notes:
Green is a rather anxious girl and hides it with a front of sass, humor, and pranks. If there’s a big red button she will press it, or blackmail someone else into doing so for giggles, and blame the fallout on others because she can.
She nurtures Silver and Yellow, a bit protective and hovering, part due to her parentification and part due to the fact she can’t really function as a child anymore. Having fun for fun’s sake baffles her. She always has a plan, an angle, or is ferreting other’s out of them for amusement or her own gain. Fond of the finer things in life, she’d not above stealing for the thrill or for the luxury that the money gathered after can net her. A hedonist, she lives for her senses and goes out of the way to indulge all the pleasures simple or otherwise. She dreams of having a private tropical island and a mansion with anti-bird catapults, canons, and traps (just in case oh-ho comes back) and hopes to never see another winter ever again.
Dreams of her own private island retreat, being filthy rich, and killing the Mask, are her main drives and deepest ambitions. And it’s only her fear of getting caught by the police or Rocket (and giving Gio way too much leverage over her) that’s stopped her from enacting her vengeance fantasies.
She’s utterly baffled by her two friend’s views in life. Silver just wanting stability and affection and Yellow wanting to save every wild wounded ‘mon and tree in her beloved Forest. She thinks they’re weirdos but loves them anyways… and has rooms planned out for them in her dream home in her head.
And a big training yard, and some sort of greenhouse conservatory for Yellow and…
“And while we’re at it we can have a stable of ponyta?” Silver would chime in at her, teasing her about her cloud in the sky castle thingie.
Which it wasn’t, it was on a beach, thank you very much, and…
“How many horses?”
“None Green, because I was joking…”
“No seriously I can add it to the west wing and… There’s space and…”
“NONE GREEN, I don’t like fire types, remember, Sne’sne, she’s an ice type…”
“What about those electric horses from Unov’”
“None Green, zero, no horses!”
Green’d never get why Silver was such a wet blanket at times.
Greens Team:
Jiggly, a jigglypuff, used for singing, stealth, and limited flight, her cuddle buddy ‘mon.
Nido, a nidorina, the special sweeper of her team, tricked out with what TMs she was able to steal and get her up to speed with. Specialized in training with escapes, digging, and special moves.
Blasty, a blastoise, stolen from oak, her physical brute with a water slant and a perchance for rain dancing.
Ditty: a ditto, she uses Ditty to obscure her looks (pretending to be accessories, hide the color of her hair, ect), break into things by acting like a key, and various other illegal activities. Ditty likes to shift into mini versions of ‘mon on walks and be playful. His role is mainly pet and secret weapon for Green and is the most playful of her team.
Sne’sne: Silvers Sneasel, shared between the two of them in all honesty with Silver now but responds to her as much as him and as much her partner in crime as Silver’s.
Her other team members were locked up then released into the wild by Oak.
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