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Endora Wilkerson

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Apr 30 2018, 10:27 PM
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<p>Ever since the school had announced a special Easter surprise that involved eggs, Endora's ekans had been in a tizzy. He loved eggs. Loved. It was an obsession, really. On the one hand, it was extremely annoying for his human. The snake was constantly going after anything vaguely egg shaped, which had caused more than one mishap. There was the one time he'd tried to eat a soccer ball, and then there was the fiasco that had been her adventure in a hot stone massage. Just remembering the work it had taken to get those smooth, oval stones regurgitated made her wince. There was also the cost of replacing them but really that was a non-factor, all things considered.

<p>On the flip side of all that, it was stupidly easy for her to get rid of all the pokemon eggs that seemed to somehow float into her possession. Sure, she tried to sell them for a little while - she was always looking to make a profit - but if she couldn't she at least had the safety of knowing she wouldn't be saddled with a useless pokemon she didn't even want.

<p>So when the school announced the egg thing, Endora figured that's what was going to happen. The did like to give away eggs that needed hatching. She very much doubted they meant for the eggs to become food, but they should really have been more specific about what was to be done with them. That was their fault.

<p>"<b>Alright, Nightshade darling.</b>" the coordinator told her starter, her hand resting on his head as he curled around her leg. "<b>The hunt said midnight beaches, and I can't think of any place more midnight than this. So I suppose you'd better go hunt for your eggs. Try not to steal them out from under anyone though, alright? Some of these fools might actually want an egg to hatch, and I'd rather not deal with anger and stupidity at the moment.</b>" She gestured around the black sands before pulling out the overly large picnic blanket from her equally overly large bag.

<p>As if she was going to be digging around in the sand like a toddler! The idea made her laugh. And there was no way she was going to <i>sit</i> in the sand. No, she spread the blanket out, then very carefully kicked off her sandles to not track the dark stuff into her space as she stepped into the middle of the blanket.

<p>No better time to work on soaking up some sand and relaxing. Both she and Nightshade were going to enjoy themselves this afternoon.

<p>@Daryn Cleary

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<p>"<b>Ugh.</b>" That was really the only word to sum up this entire situation. The entire, terribly unpleasant, situation. Endora's nose wrinkled as she observed the Day Car for as safe a distance as she could possibly manage. "<b>What a horrid place.</b>" There were little things running around everywhere, and the smell to go with it. How could anyone subject themselves to this day after day? Willingly? She could already tell that her outfit was going to have to go straight into the incinerator after this. There would be no washing out this filth.

<p>Why are we here again? the salandit at her side wondered out loud, her head tilted so that she could scratch at the scales along her neck.

<p>Becausssse our human likessss her money, was the reply, the ekans it came from curled comfortably around the girl's shoulders.

<p>The salandit, who'd recently realized that she was expected to answer to the name 'Jasmine', gave a huff and shook out her body as her leg fell to the ground with a thump. I fail to see what that has to do with me.

<p>Her money isss what paysss for your oilsss and prettiesss. Not to mention the treatsss.

<p>Jasmine considered that for a moment, then nodded to herself. That was a pretty good reason to help out. That oil sure did help with her itchy scales, and there was no way she was giving up the yummy deliciousness this human often served up when she was pleased.

<p>She was brought out of her musings by the sharp snap of fingers. "If you two are quite finished...?" Neither pokemon was stupid enough to think that this was a question meant to be answered, and after a moment of silence Endora tipped her head in satisfaction. "In that case, let us get this ... trial ... behind us, shall we?"

<p>There was some grumbling from all present, but the fire lizard fell into step as Endora approached the building that masqueraded as an office. Inside was a rather frazzled looking ranch hand who was either dumb enough to ignore or stupid enough to be oblivious to another presence behind him.

<p>Which meant that they had the satisfaction of seeing him jump out of his skin when the girl pointedly cleared her throat. One eyebrow went up as she watched him stutter and stammer as he tried to gather the papers that had gone flying out of his hands. After a moment, she sighed. Why was it her fate in life to deal with incompetent fools?

<p>"I hear you have a rodent problem?"




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Salandit officially named <I>Jasmine</I>!
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Endora branched into Ghost pokemon in the hopes that one day she will find the spirit of the people whose deaths were attributed to her 'curse', so she can apologize.
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Mr. Wilkerson was a pokemon trainer before he met Mrs. Wilkerson and moved to the States.
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Ekans forever!
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PoisonParade
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First glances at this woman generally note her as a fragile little lady. Endora is thin boned and not all that prone to padding, despite her penchant for sweets and food. She stands above average for what's normal of women, but she carries herself with pride and poise, her head always tossed back, her back straight. She has an air about her that belies the strong woman beneath the delicate frame, but there is absolutely no denying that it looks as if a strong gust of wind could knock her over at a moment's notice.

<p>Everything about this woman practically oozes grace, from the pert, gently sculpted nose and lips, down her slightly pointed chin and smooth neck, all the way down to her long, long legs that always seem to go on forever thanks to the flowing pants and dresses that she tends to favor. Even her fingers, as calloused and scared as they are from her many years of plant and animal care, look to be soft and alluring.

<p>Do not, however, be misled by the rather picturesque image that this young woman paints at a glance. Look closer, and see her for who she really is. See the spider web of scars that mar her milky skin, thanks to the many mishaps and misadventures of her craft. Look too towards her eyes that are veiled and cold, always with a look that disturbs many and often makes it impossible for some to look Endora in the eye for very long.

<p>Notice her hair, which is always a flat, dull color, despite the care she takes of it. See how it falls past her shoulders without a single curl or wave, always as straight as her posture unless she spends hours commanding it. This woman always, always, always has some sort of decoration in her hair, for it is her one major vanity. The only time one will see her without something applied is if one makes the mistake of bothering her during her sleeping hours, during which time a demon is more likely to be the one to answer the door than the usually rather docile woman. Normally these decorations consist of silver baubles and colored jewels, but Endora's collection of hair pieces is quite vast.</div>
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Her curse catching up to her. She may not like people, but she doesn't want to be the cause of their death, either. There's a difference between death and revenge.
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Who this person seems to be and who she really is are two vastly different things, not that very many people know this. Endora has perfected her visual mask, able to school her face and body into whatever expression she feels the need to give without giving away what she feels beneath. She can make the worst of news seem like nothing really all that terrible at all, or can seem extremely grave while secretly being pleased as a kitten with a ball of string beneath her mournful face.

<p>On the outside, what almost all people know her as, Endora is a mild mannered woman who is quite caring and generous. As a makeshift herbalist healer, she is the one who many come to when they have aches and pains, and one would be hard pressed to find any that she has turned away in a time of duress. She often provides natural remedies that can be mixed into food and drink, either alleviating or curing ailments all together. The woman is also the picture of discretion, making her quite comfortable to speak with about more 'personal' problems that might afflict a person. If someone complains that she has demanded some sort of repayment for her remedies? Well, then that person would be the first, because no one has ever heard the faintest whisper of this kind person requiring any sort of retribution. She has, in fact, often times refused the gifts of those who might be grateful for her services, insisting that to see those around her happy and healthy is all the payment she needs.

<p>Her consideration does not just extend to those of the human variety, either. She is known to take very good of her pets. They are always fat and happy. It is not unheard of for her to take in the sick pet of someone, whether it be canine, feline, or lizard, and house them until the pet is well again. It is the general consensus of the public that Endora is a demur, polite young woman who puts the good of others above herself, and who cares about everyone equally, happy to share in both the trials and triumphs of any who might seek her out.

<p>Her mask is one of utter perfection.

<p>Beneath that mask, though, the real person lurking inside would shock and amaze. A tactful, ruthless woman hides beneath this kind facade. Someone who delights in the misery of others, who enjoys seeing pain, shame, and embarrassment. If she happens to be the one who causes those things, then it's all the more fun. She takes stock of everyone she meets, noting weaknesses, things that can be used to her advantage if she ever has need of them. That smile you thought was sympathetic when you came to the woman looking for a cure for your stomach problems? There was no sympathy in it, no concern. It was a smile of mocking as Endora had a private laugh at your expense. And that bowel problem you had, that she gave you herbs to cure? She failed to mention the fact that her 'remedy' would make you worse before it made you better. Yes, she will smile at you, but that smile will never quite reach her eyes. If it does, if her eyes sparkle when her lips quirk, just hope that smile isn't aimed in your direction.

<p>Beyond her trickery, because she really has no reason to hurt any of the people who come to her for help, not really anyway, Endora is cold at heart. She does not tolerate failure or insubordination, and is a most demanding pokemon trainer.

<p>It is advised that, not under any circumstances, should one get on this woman's 'bad' side. While for most, she simply uses them for her own forms of entertainment, anyone who makes a nuisance of themselves is not exactly want a person would consider 'safe'. If you sand in her way, if you challenge her, if you even so much as make a comment that this woman finds offensive... Endora has ways of dealing with these people. Her ways range from the mildly irritating to the downright dangerous, but she is not forthright when it comes to retribution. She is much more of a cloak and dagger type of person, preferring to watch her targets slowly fall to her will. Often times, it may not even seem as if a person is being undermined, simply that they have fallen into a bought of bad luck. How bad that luck is depends on just how far into her bad graces one has fallen.

<p>Almost the only thing genuine about this woman is her drive. She gets things done, and that is no lie. No matter what it takes, underhanded or righteous methods, if Endora puts her mind to something, it will be done. She can be trusted with difficult tasks, because anything under this woman's keen eye will be done well, and done right the first time. Saying what needs to be said and doing what needs to be done has become something of a fine art for this woman, and woe to anyone who stands in her way.</div>
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Growing up an orphan is never easy. Especially when you end up being one of those kids who gets left in the cracks somehow or other. Or when there's some sort of enigma attached to you that you cause death and destruction wherever you go.

<p>Death and destruction are exactly what Endora stands for. Some say she's cursed, others say she's a devil spawn who spreads blackness into the hearts of those around her. Still others say she causes the incidents on purpose, but really, how could a one year old baby cause a car crash? Perhaps if she'd screamed loud enough to shatter glass, she could see it, but that wasn't in Endora's repertoire of tricks back then, or even now.

<p>That's when it all began, with that accident. Her parents had her in the back of their car, heading to the grocery store when they were hit head on by a semi truck held in check by a sleep deprived driver. The car was, naturally, destroyed. Her parents were as well. Endora, tucked safely into her baby carrier, survived with nothing more than a few scratches and bruises. It was a miracle, they said. She had a guardian angel, everyone insisted.

<p>How leaving a baby with no family and no one to look after it was a miracle, Endora hadn't ever figured out. So, lacking the blood relatives, she went into the system. Being the 'miracle baby', she was adopted right away.

<p>The couple dying in a house fire a few months later ended that rather quickly. Back in she went. It was slower the next time around, but the 'miracle baby survives again' story circulated, and eventually a couple who 'didn't believe in that nonsense' adopted her. Of course, when a mugger sent the man into the hospital a few weeks before the adoption was finalized, they decided they really did believe in the curse.

<p>Needless to say, that adoption never went through.

<p>After the mugging, Endora went from being a miracle to a curse. She was bounced around various foster and group homes. Unfortunately, every time something off or 'bad' happened, she was shoved out to the next one, claiming simply that the curse had struck again. It didn't take long for the children to pick up on the aspect and, as children are want to do, Endora became the brunt of every joke, the target for every bully.

<p>The girl coped by fighting back. When the adults wouldn't help her, she turned to words. She became a mean, cold hearted sort of girl. But that didn't forestall anything, and fighting with her fists was only getting her in more trouble. Eventually, around the age of twelve, she stumbled across a chapter in her biology class. It detailed how common plants, flowers, and other things like that could be poisonous to the human body.

<p>Intrigued by the thought, Endora began to research poisonous plants. Secretly, of course. She learned many things about fatal poisons, but she also learned about how small doses and certain combination could make people sick, or not die. The symptoms ranged from mild discomfort to serious illness.

<p>In that, Endora had her way to fight back.

<p>She learned to recognize the plants, roots, and berries that could cause harm and whenever she spotted them, she would pluck a sample and store it for when she needed revenge. It didn't take long for people to learn that whoever messed with Endora often became ill soon afterwards. They attributed it to her curse, and never stopped to look further into things. It made her chuckle. What she had once attributed as the most horrible thing in her life had become her saving grace.

<p>Eventually, the city of El Paso ran out of homes that would house her. So Endora was moved to Dallas. This ended up being the turning point of her life. For once, the rumors and accusations of her 'curse' didn't follow her. She had the chance to start anew. At the age of fifteen, she knew the chances of getting adopted were slim. So instead of keeping her cold demeanor, she began to practice the art of deception. She learned to control her physical reactions to things, how to twist her lips into a smile when she really wanted to sneer, how to appear concerned when all she wanted to do was laugh in the face of someone else's misfortune.

<p>It served her well when the elderly Wilkerson couple decided they wanted to adopt, but felt they were too old to deal with the energy of a young child and the angst of a pre-teen. Endora ramped up the charm for them, and eventually they decided to adopt her. Of course, she hadn't anticipated the need to continue her charade, but that was an over site on her part.

<p>It was Mr. WIlkerson who first introduced Endora to pokemon. As the years wore on, he told many stories of the interesting creatures. When she learned that there was a whole slew of pokemon that were purely poisonous, she was enthralled. She became so interested, in fact, that the well off Wilkersons decided to send her into the regions to gain experience for herself. It didn't take long for her to fall into the coordinating circuit, and she followed that path for a while.

<p>But, like most parents, the Wilkersons worried for their daughter. They didn't want her to continue to wander on her own, and eventually forced the girl to return to the States where they felt she was safer. This didn't deter her from her fascination in the least. So she put her mind do it and found a solution. Alaka'i University. She could continue her work with pokemon, but there would also be the safety her parents required.

<p>A bargain was struck, an application accepted, and in no time at all Endora found herself back where she wanted to be.</div>
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