HESPER WILDA-FROND BALDER

NAME — Hesper Wilda-Frond Balder

NICKNAME — Hess, Winny, Fonda, Junbug

AGE — 19
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Heterosexual
TRAINER CLASSES —  Hunter   Morph - Misdreavus 
AFFILIATION — Unaffiliated (but please Crux me for plots)
OCCUPATION — Runaway/One woman search party/Overly attached self proclaimed girlfriend


HEIGHT — 5'4"
WEIGHT — 113 lbs.
HAIR COLOR — Sooty ash / black slate with a few pale ends
EYE COLOR — Cranberry jelly
SKIN COLOR — raw cherry wood, a natural pale but rosey peach
ABNORMALITIES — simple band tattoo on her ring finger

Hesper at first glance reminds you of one of those old ladies at the community center craft shows that sit behind their stall of handmade goods with a single stare that speaks a thousand words. Mostly the kind that guarantee damnation and a redemption trip to church the following Sunday. Her hair is done up in a simple bun that sits high on her head, mimicking a long forgotten Victorian look, or perhaps a modern take on the beehive, who knows with Hesper. Long layers of dark eerie fringe fall on either side of her temples covering the front of her ears and lie thickly across her forehead in a manageable swath of bangs drawing your attention down to the cranberry colored eyes that look like a heavily steeped tea. Delicate hands that are clearly no stranger to work are usually covered in a grey suede set of working gloves which only completes her ensemble as she is constantly bundled up like it's always cold.

Morph detailing - Eye color of cranberry, the whites of her eyes turning yellow when she's feeling sick from not consuming fear making her look a bit jaundice. A few chunky ends of her hair holding a pale strawberry shade that are mostly hidden by the style of it being in a high bun on her head.    Plz ignore this


Independant and self sufficent are two words that can immediately describe our adorable little granny smith crab apple. Knowledgeable of the outdoors and yet a forest fire waiting to happen Hesper isn't one that Smokey the Beware would want as a campaigne buddy. She has quite the silent arsenal of stares in her inventory all of which interpret the situation differently from what's going on. Extremly annoying or embarassing for anyone who's around her long enough. She's no stranger to "NOT LIKE THAT!" or "WILL YOU STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" "THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT!" being yelled at her.

Quite and of few words at first glance leaves you dependent on her methodical and sometimes inappropriate actions to speak for her. Those that continue to be around her will find that she has a consistent library voice that utters some of the most jarring lines that will leave you doing a double take. Her headstrong nature and unfathomable loyalty is what breaks the mold of cute mature girls that like to hang outdoors. She's searching for someone. Someone very important to her and come hell or high water she will find them. Even if she has to camp the entire Stellara Region.

Hesper also has a penance for ghost stories, folklore and fear. Unlike most people who would turn tail and run or avoid such things Hesper seems to almost challenge the dark. Daring it to scare her. She seems to enjoy watching others suffer in fear or being scared. Not that she'll go out of her way to promote misery or instill it amongst the masses, but that when it does happen she takes comfort in it, enough to enjoy a cup of tea at the victims expense.  


Hesper grew up in an off grid community several miles out from any true state of civilization between [it's a secret to stay hidden from Crux spies]. A single foot path lead to the village, from off the edge of the road. No signs, no signals, just a well walked stretch between the weeds across a ditch and into an undisturbed forest. Miles in the trees would break into a medow like grassland surrounded by pines on three sides. The houses were built close together in the earth with just the roofs and part of the upper walls sticking out. One home lead into another through a single door. You could practically walk the village just by passing through anothers home. Which happened a lot in the winter to save on heat. Generators ran to provide power, satellites mounted to wooden spires acted as homemade antenna. Large labor bearing pokemon owned by several elder members are used to bring in supplies weekly. But for the most part they farm, hunt, and make their own goods. Why do they do this? Are they perhaps just wanting to escape society? Government? or perhaps make their own way in life and actually live with a feeling of accomplishment daily?

The answer to that is not so romantic nor straightforward. They are morphs, most are native to Stellara's land, the others are completely new to this lifestyle. Once human, they are nothing more then frightened experiements who escaped from one of Crux's many test labs.

Lab XV, undisclosed location where doctors and scientists both willing and unwillingly worked on native and normal folk. Pushing the limits and boundaries of genetics, breaking through the DNA coded walls and learning from failures. It was a terrifying place, for no one, not even Crux were safe from the head doctors antics. Former members now caged, it was here that one of the female interns hired to assist in the workload ended up falling for one of the 'lab rats'. Taboo of the highest caliber but through a year of careful planning and secret meetings and messages she was able to set up what would be known only internally amongst Crux as a "leg breaker".

The people of Hesper's village are those who made it out of Lab XV. Those who were able to get away or fight Crux off used their new found skills to buy as much time for the rest to run as the Lab burned in their wake. The dark was alive with red and orange, the cries of the desperate and dying filled the air as smoke burned noses and lungs.

Unable to face society again, too afraid of being found out, the brave would venture forth from the woods, at first stealing and finding supplies from neighboring homes, farms, or unattended stock trucks. Small things that people would eventually miss or find missing but stuff that were desperately needed in order to start life over. What money the female intern was able to get a hold of from the 'disappeared' peoples bank accounts was spent sparingly as the huddle of people became established.

Hesper was a child born of such a place, too young to remember anything she grew up in the wilds. Her birth mother dying a few months after bringing her into the world of infection leaving her to be raised by the village, in particularly an adoptive Burmy father and Murkrow mother. Couples didn't have to follow their egg grouping in the fallout village, love was love however her new mother would soon find out that her father was better off in a cage as he had an itch that rendered him unable to stand staying the same place for too long. She remembered the day he wander off, never thinking that he wouldn't be coming back.



They still get postcards from time to time from him. Who knew her father would be so ballsy to venture clean to Vega, the city of lights and sin. Then again, she wouldn't put it past him. Her mother didn't take his absence well, nor did she appreciate his random notes of 'still living' arriving in the post.


It was strange to grow up in a place where everyone in the community sort of took responsibility over raising you. Their 'deformities' or 'scars' from the genetics lab only building onto their character which they would subconsciously use to help mold you. Into who you were. Hesper was one of the few 'normal' people living in the village yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it but there was something, off about her. Her mother was human as far as anyone knew, and since they hadn't access to any lab equipment DNA testing or research was out of the question. Children were children unless they had something directly showing otherwise. Yet there was Hesper, dark slate colored hair, rosy peach skin, the only thing jarring was her eyes, that held an unnatural shade of red. Perhaps it was a fluke of nature, a shade of brown that only the Stellara region could muster out. No one can be sure, but until actual genetic testing can be done Hesper will continue to live as she's always have,Oblivious and in her own world. 


Between her crow mother swearing that she was truly cursed with bad luck and wistfully watching the jewelry spin and glitter on the home shopping network channel of the community TV to get her fix; Hesper found herself entertained by another offspring a few years older then herself. 


She was fifteen at the time, he came in from the outside to help with harvest, winter logging and summer seed sewing. He had a poor attitude, didn't care about much, didn't fear Crux or the outside world like she and her people did. He found their way of lifestyle unnecessary but it did have a means to and end. Despite his crass nature, they paid for his help well, and even though he seemed aloof to their ways if you watched him long enough you could pick out what he found interesting and neat about them. That they could survive so well without needing much of anything.

Hesper became intrigued and though she was of few words the two seemed to enjoy one another company. It wasn't that the village had a no visitors policy, or that no one could leave. It was that you had to be careful. Crux was out there, and it was highly possible they were still looking for them. All of them. The leaders wouldn't put it past Crux to want to get them back if only to put an end to them by their own hands. 

This was only a matter of time, the summer came and went, and fall approached like any other, Hesper waited for her friend to arrive but he never came. Others did though, and when she recognized one of them asked where he was. At first nothing was said but her persistence on the matter rewarded her with news that he had gone missing several months ago. Something about weird people coming in scoping the town out and asking questions. Hesper assumed it was Crux, and so did her community elders. Stressing that they had to go after him the village decided against getting involved and labeled his sacrifice a noble one. Hesper refused to accept such a thing and in the early hours of dawn with the red sunrise she left home. 

Her destination unknown as she set out towards the nearest town looking for landmarks that he spoke of. Things that could be of use and familiar to her to help find him. The only thing she did find was his pokemon, Rio. A loud mouth of a bird who seemed just as upset as she was about his absence. Assuming the worst, that Crux had gotten him Hesper and Rio teamed up and with a backpack, road map and a moped ventured forth into the great unknown searching for her future husbando. 

 


NAME — Rio Siracha Flamencio Gordito, the Oricorio
LEVEL — 5
SPECIES — Dance Pokemon
TYPE — Fire Flying
EGG GROUP — Flying
ABILITY — Dancer
HELD ITEM — NA
GENDER — Female
HEIGHT — 1'7"
WEIGHT — 6.6 lbs.
MOVE LIST — Captivate(egg) Pound, Growl, Work Up, Calm Mind
PERSONALITY — Angry Latino that has a burning passion, literally she likes setting things on fire. Like junk mail, bills, important insurance papers, leaf piles and trees of cheating boyfriends with their current lovers. With a been there done that attitude, Rio is a late afternoon soap opera star with a fiery temper of a queen and utter need to be the center of attention. Constantly chatty even into the dark of the night Rio never seems to run out of gossip or something to bring up. Like, she can never put the phone down. She is pure jalapeno from her beak to the tip of her tail feathers in a feathered Gloria Estefan.  Requires a baby blanket covered in tacos with little sombreros and mustaches to be tossed over her to get her to stop/calm down/go to sleep.
THEME SONGS — Rosanna, Rio, Conga

PLAYED BY P♥PPLE