Name: Fressa
Age: 19
Gender: Transvestdite <- [No one knows that 'she' is a 'he'...]
Pokemon: Frosslass
Hair Colour, Length and Style: Short hair in the back that dips and becomes long in the front. Some of her hair is in buns that have long-ish ponytals coming out of them. It is a light blue, "Like the color of the sky on a cloudy winter day, where you just want to snuggle and watch some soaps!" She comments.
Eye Colour: Blue
Appearance: About medium size (5 feet 7 inch), pale, pale skin, almost blue-ish. Purple circles under eyes.
Personality: Purvy, arrogant, but still classy, Fressa lost her self-asteem long ago, but still cares about her self image. Slightly annoying and usally smiles like an idiot all the time, even without knowing it.
Likes: Berries, singing, really corny things or jokes, and red string...
Dislikes: Lakes, a summer that is too hot "Like, 103D is too hot! No way I'm going outside!" She often whines.
Fear: Atychiphobia or Kakorrhaphiophobia
Attacks: Icy Wind, Ominous Wind, Shadow Ball, Attract.
Clothes: A pure white kimino with the Froslass-sleeve-pattern on the long, drapy sleeves and the bottom of the gown. A red sash tied with a bow in the back around the waist.
Background: She lost her honnor terribly bad one unfaithful day. It was so bad she had to go into hiding as the oppisite sex. This tragic event reshaped her personality, which used to be simple-minded and plain. Her family is not even sure of her whereabouts.
Anything else: No one, yet, knows of her gender. This will soon roll along with the storyline.
