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◗Name: Branwyn Quinn
◗Gender/Sex: Female
◗Birthday: June 15th
◗Age: 122 years (young for a Ninetales but well preserved)
◗Height/Weight: 145 lbs / 5'10"

◗Species: Ninetales #038
◗Type: Fire / Psychic
◗Ability: Flash Fire
◗Weaknesses/Strengths:

Strengths: Grass | Bug | Ice | Fighting | Poison | Steel
Resists: Bug | Steel | Fire | Ice | Grass | Fairy
Weaknesses: Dark | Bug | Water | Ground | Rock | Ghost

◗Nature/Characteristic: Gentle | Alert to Sounds

◗Personality:

Bran tends to go by the basis of, "you do you". she's quite mellow with her beliefs and traditions, not letting a lot that's going on in the world affect her if it isn't hurting anyone. She's hard to anger and speaks in a quiet-to-medium tone, rarely raising her voice unless absolutely necessary. She doesn't condone bullies, but knows better than to fall for their trickery. Not a big fan of violence, she rarely battles for leisure.

If faced with a threat, she will flee if at all possible. However, if decent people are in danger she won't leave them to suffer, but will assist in assuring everyone makes it out in one piece.

◗History:

First thing she remembers were the candles.

Branwyn was born to a Ninetales and a Musharna, in a cozy cave sheltered from the rest of the world. As she grew, the nature grew with her and the young Vulpix learned to speak to it to find company. Even her mother, old and wise as she was at the time, couldn't answer her questions about the scars the earth and it's inhabitants carried with them.. Not that it mattered to her in the very end. She spent her days learning, exploring, absorbing information from both of her parents like a hungry feral looking for its next meal.
First passed her father.
Then the sicknesses the ferals carried got to her mother.
but she still had the cave, the forest, and the candles.

The young woman continued living in her childhood home, meeting the occasional travelers on their way to somewhere else, sometimes leaving the cave for weeks on end to travel to nearby towns for supplies or safety when the ferals got especially ravenous. She got older, wiser, evolved yet kept her life the same. She watched the townsfolk change, the nature run its course, but none of it prepared her for one fateful visit to a nearby settlement.
A group of raiders had made camp on the outskirts of the town, and they weren't only looking for supplies.
In the dead of night she was abducted along with other townsfolk, taken away and stuffed into the caravan before being dragged off to a life none of them wanted.
Be it a blessing or a curse, her long life kept her going for over fifteen years under the slavers' power before finally after countless tries, on a break out of the shackles used to keep them from running, she managed to slip out.
And boy, did she run.
She ran more than she'd ever run before.
Muzzled and with her arms tied he ran until her legs couldn't carry any longer, unfamiliar forests welcoming her in a bittersweet tone.
She'd escaped, but would she ever make it to anyone who could help?
Little did she know, she'd ended up on the outskirts of a safe haven.

Home.

◗Moveset:

Quick Attack
Baby-Doll Eyes
Will-O-Wisp
Confuse Ray
Flamethrower
Flame Burst
Hex
Feint Attack
Hypnosis (Egg)
Energy Ball (TM)
Calm Mind (Mutation)
Miracle Eye (Mutation)
Psybeam (Mutation)

◗Job: Aromatherapist / Masseuse / Energy healer (she'll make you chill out)
◗Class: n/a

◗Extras/Fun facts:

-Due to a Musharna parent and following additional psychic typing, Branwyn can create small amounts of Dream Mist.
-Moreso than religion, she believes in nature and it's energy flows as what makes the world go round. She believes Mother Earth is looking after herself even after the catastrophe.
-A practisioner of natural witchcraft, she thinks most religions are too out there and not enough closeby where it matters.
-Is a hobbyist painter, though her works are mainly very... Eccentric.
-Has a habit of smoking herbs on a pipe to relax.
-Also usually has a distinctive scent of herbs and/or incenses about her since she spends a lot of time surrounded by them.
-Isn't shy of mentioning her background as a slave upon inquiry, but does not speak of it fondly.

Description

◗Name: Branwyn Quinn
◗Gender/Sex: Female
◗Birthday: June 15th
◗Age: 122 years (young for a Ninetales but well preserved)
◗Height/Weight: 145 lbs / 5'10"

◗Species: Ninetales #038
◗Type: Fire / Psychic
◗Ability: Flash Fire
◗Weaknesses/Strengths:

Strengths: Grass | Bug | Ice | Fighting | Poison | Steel
Resists: Bug | Steel | Fire | Ice | Grass | Fairy
Weaknesses: Dark | Bug | Water | Ground | Rock | Ghost

◗Nature/Characteristic: Gentle | Alert to Sounds

◗Personality:

Bran tends to go by the basis of, "you do you". she's quite mellow with her beliefs and traditions, not letting a lot that's going on in the world affect her if it isn't hurting anyone. She's hard to anger and speaks in a quiet-to-medium tone, rarely raising her voice unless absolutely necessary. She doesn't condone bullies, but knows better than to fall for their trickery. Not a big fan of violence, she rarely battles for leisure.

If faced with a threat, she will flee if at all possible. However, if decent people are in danger she won't leave them to suffer, but will assist in assuring everyone makes it out in one piece.

◗History:

First thing she remembers were the candles.

Branwyn was born to a Ninetales and a Musharna, in a cozy cave sheltered from the rest of the world. As she grew, the nature grew with her and the young Vulpix learned to speak to it to find company. Even her mother, old and wise as she was at the time, couldn't answer her questions about the scars the earth and it's inhabitants carried with them.. Not that it mattered to her in the very end. She spent her days learning, exploring, absorbing information from both of her parents like a hungry feral looking for its next meal.
First passed her father.
Then the sicknesses the ferals carried got to her mother.
but she still had the cave, the forest, and the candles.

The young woman continued living in her childhood home, meeting the occasional travelers on their way to somewhere else, sometimes leaving the cave for weeks on end to travel to nearby towns for supplies or safety when the ferals got especially ravenous. She got older, wiser, evolved yet kept her life the same. She watched the townsfolk change, the nature run its course, but none of it prepared her for one fateful visit to a nearby settlement.
A group of raiders had made camp on the outskirts of the town, and they weren't only looking for supplies.
In the dead of night she was abducted along with other townsfolk, taken away and stuffed into the caravan before being dragged off to a life none of them wanted.
Be it a blessing or a curse, her long life kept her going for over fifteen years under the slavers' power before finally after countless tries, on a break out of the shackles used to keep them from running, she managed to slip out.
And boy, did she run.
She ran more than she'd ever run before.
Muzzled and with her arms tied he ran until her legs couldn't carry any longer, unfamiliar forests welcoming her in a bittersweet tone.
She'd escaped, but would she ever make it to anyone who could help?
Little did she know, she'd ended up on the outskirts of a safe haven.

Home.

◗Moveset:

Quick Attack
Baby-Doll Eyes
Will-O-Wisp
Confuse Ray
Flamethrower
Flame Burst
Hex
Feint Attack
Hypnosis (Egg)
Energy Ball (TM)
Calm Mind (Mutation)
Miracle Eye (Mutation)
Psybeam (Mutation)

◗Job: Aromatherapist / Masseuse / Energy healer (she'll make you chill out)
◗Class: n/a

◗Extras/Fun facts:

-Due to a Musharna parent and following additional psychic typing, Branwyn can create small amounts of Dream Mist.
-Moreso than religion, she believes in nature and it's energy flows as what makes the world go round. She believes Mother Earth is looking after herself even after the catastrophe.
-A practisioner of natural witchcraft, she thinks most religions are too out there and not enough closeby where it matters.
-Is a hobbyist painter, though her works are mainly very... Eccentric.
-Has a habit of smoking herbs on a pipe to relax.
-Also usually has a distinctive scent of herbs and/or incenses about her since she spends a lot of time surrounded by them.
-Isn't shy of mentioning her background as a slave upon inquiry, but does not speak of it fondly.