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Name: Tina Burch Nicknames: Tiny Tina, Lady Tina of Blowupyourfaceheim Age: 13 Gender: Female Birthplace: Survival Area, Sinnoh Family: Roland Lloyd (Host Parent), Parents (Deceased)
Trainer Orientation: Chaotic Neutral Trainer Class: Gunsmith, Lass, Engineer Starter Pokémon: Buneary

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Mushy Snugglebites [Female Lopunny]: Now this fine lady knows wha’s up. She got legs strong enough to bust a fool no sweat. Girl always down to jam, good to fight, or have some crumpets. She always gon’ be there when I need her. She’s my main squeeze, gut full of dynamite and a booty like POOOW! I recommend not gettin’ in her way Felicia Sexopants [Female Lopunny]: Felica is a fine as hell lady too. She’s not as great as Mushy Snugglebites, but she’s more than you could handle. Aint nothing like some rivalry, and she’s got a bit of a grudge with Mushy. Probably knows she’s my fave. Helps her go that extra mile though. Always good in a pinch. Sir Reginald [Rotom]: Now Sir Reginald is a more esteemed compatriot. A fine gentleman from a prestigious wealthy family of potentially scandalous affairs. Or I dunno, somethin' like that. Reginald’s always doin' some crazy stuff round the workshop, usually playin' with my new toys. Don’t let his gentlemanly nature fool you though. Boy is ready to throw down whenever he’s gots to. Princess Fluffybutt [Female Drifblim]: Now the Princess is a real particular girl. She knows what she likes and knows what she wants blown up. Girl got a nice big figure, but she rocks that shiz like it's nobody’s business. Gonna warn ya’ to look out if she’s comin' at ya’. Y’all don’t wanna be on the receiving end of her pain train. Plus she’s gotta explosive personality. Real bang-up girl.

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Tina, as her nickname would suggest, is a rather petite girl. She only reaches 4’8” unless she throws on some boots to give her a lift, and even one she does she’d be lucky to reach 4’11”. To compliment her small stature, she only weighs in at 100lbs. That said, she’s got a lot of muscle built up for her age. She’s had a hard life, and getting strong was the only real option she had. As such she’s covered from head to toe with bruises, scrapes, cuts, and burns. All of which have done minimal damage to her girlish figure.
He blond hair is incredibly unkempt and wild, having been maintained by her since she was six. She keeps it out of her eyes by using pink bobby pins, a couple red tattered ribbons, and a mask that she has resting on the left side of her head. The mask was made by someone she didn’t know or can’t remember. Having come about it on one of her scavenging trips when she was little, and she added it to her look as a way of seeming scarier. Rarely does she actually wear it as a proper mask though. Instead, it remains clear of her face, leaving her pale blue eyes clear, and the bandage over her nose clearly visible. Her left eye occasionally wandering due to intermittent exotropia.
Tina’s overall choice in clothing is incredibly mish-mashed. Nearly nothing in her wardrobe is matching, having been completely pieced together from what she’d been able to piece together over the years. She’s a clear fan of the color pink, with most of her outfits having that as a common color; typically in her shirt and socks. She almost always wears some form of a skirt over a pair of shorts that are tied up with a belt around her waist. The belt home to a small fanny pack, her pokeballs, and at least eight sticks of dynamite. Her socks and shoes never match if she can help it, although she likely only has one matching pair in her wardrobe, to begin with. Lastly, she always has a tattered brown backpack that’s decorated with numerous bunny themed pins.


Artwork by Flick-the-Theif.

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Tina is a rather, odd, girl by most accounts. She doesn’t suffer explicitly from a split personality disorder, but she has four distinct, often stereotypical manners of speech that she’ll often fluctuate between in a single interaction. Her normal way of speaking that most will deal with upon first interaction is that of a stereotypical inner-city American girl. This is not her normal means of speaking, but it’s what she’s made her normal, likely due to enjoying it too much to stop.
Occasionally she’ll break out in more characteristic speech patterns of a little girl, very similar to that of a six or seven-year-old. This is most likely caused by her brain jumping back to memories around the time of her parents' death. Notably, when Tina holds her Tea Parties or addresses certain Pokémon or people, she throws on a hard stereotypically pretentious British accent. This is likely the most contradictory accent to her overall appearance, but ultimately she doesn’t care. Her final noteworthy mannerisms come about in her fits of rage, where she becomes randomly violent and murderous. One of these fits is what ended up getting authorities involved, and kickstarted her rehabilitation program.

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Tina was born in the not so hospitable Survival Area in Sinnoh. Her parents were part of a small but well-funded research team with the mission of exploring and researching the less hospitable areas of the large Island that was just off of the main part of Sinnoh. Tina was born during this expedition as the crew was well trained and believed her parents' aid would outweigh the challenge of caring for a baby. So Tina was raised in the atmosphere a harsh place surrounded by scientists and engineers. All of whom took time to help raise her and teach her as best they could from an early age.
Things went surprisingly well all things considered. The team had made numerous discoveries and Tina was already six. Their work had gone swimmingly and they’d made great progress in previously unexplored territories. It was questionable if a child belonged in such a harsh place, but Tina was hardened by the environment into a surprisingly hardy girl despite her petite size. Faces had come and gone from the team, each one always seemed to bring new knowledge and experience Tina could pull from. However, things couldn’t go so smoothly forever.
A newer member of the crew who was one of the pathfinders for the crew was a less than honest man. He’d managed to join the group as part of a local crew of bandits as a sort of guide, posing as a far more legitimate man than he actually was. A few months prior a rival company approached his group and proposed that they’d help him infiltrate and sabotage the research company. In exchange for technology, research, and its destruction, they’d be paid handsomely. They quickly agreed to the deal and the man was given a false identity to infiltrate the team.
He lead the company on a two-day trek that would lead them into an ambush. They were taken to a dead end path with the exit sealed behind them, they had no chance of getting out. The security detail was targeted first, then came the research crew who were considered far more helpless. However many members were trained and armed which resulted in a conflict that stretched into the early morning hours. Tina’s father was one of the last men standing but was gunned down like his companions. Once the battle was over, there was only 8 survivors total. Tina, her mother, and another scientist whose arms had been broken in the conflict, along with the five last surviving members of the bandit group.
Battered and beaten, the five men took the three survivors to gunpoint. All their comrades were dead, and they were going to make the last three pay. First, they killed the cripple, but not until after they tortured him for a solid ten minutes. Then came Tina’s mother. By now, she knew her fate was sealed, if no action was taken, she’d simply die and her little girl would be killed or worse. She had to do something, but as the men surrounded her and held her down, she was helpless to do anything but scream for her little girl. She couldn’t help but spite God for what came next.
She screamed out to her daughter to grab the special ball from her dress, the last ditch effort taken by her father to keep her safe, a grenade. She encouraged her little girl to pull out the ring and toss her the ball, to play catch one last time. It sounded like such nonsense to the men, at least all but one of them. The young man had the best view of Tina, but he couldn’t act until it was too late. The grenade was airborne and he was out of time. He dived away from the others, leaving them and Tina’s mother to be caught in the blast. He looked back at their mangled bodies as the last man of a group that had been thirty strong. His gaze then turned to the girl. Her eyes running with tears aimed directly at him, as she lifted a silvery handgun out of the dirt and aimed it squarely at him. Her hands shook as the water poured down her face. She wanted to pull the trigger just like she’d seen the others do, to make sure nobody else could be hurt, but she couldn’t do it. The young man scrambled to his feet and ran, he ran as fast as he could. Leaving Tina to sit alone in the dirt, her only company, the corpses of everyone she’d known and loved.
Ask anyone, and they’d tell you a traumatized six-year-old wouldn’t survive out there. The harsh unforgiving terrain would swallow her up like the numerous hikers and adventurers who thought they could face the harsh reality of nature. But Tina wasn’t swallowed up. This world was all she’d ever know, and she would survive for those she’d lost. Tina would spend the next seven years surviving. She met her Pokémon, she constructed a home, and she made tools to survive. She became a bonafide badass who let nobody threaten her, ultimately searching for the man who had run away all those years before.
Finally, she found him, the bastard she held responsible for killing her family, and she was going to make him pay. He’d done what he could to appease the company that hired his group and had tried to recover what he could to form a bandit gang like before. It was nothing compared to the prior group though. Only eleven individuals were part of it and no real sense of leadership was present. Soon, nobody would be present. Over the next two weeks, Tina picked off the members one by one until only the man remained, alone yet again. She was going to savor her revenge. However, a two-week murderfest does not go unnoticed, and authorities were en route to try and stop the situation.
When they arrived, the found Tina standing over the body of the last member of the bandit clan. A dirty silver handgun in her hand, his blood splattered on her face. She didn’t resist the authorities who ushered her into the police cruiser. She didn’t even hear the words they said to her. Her mind was a void where nothing existed, she’d gotten her revenge, her family could rest in peace now. Once she came around again, she learned that the authorities pinned her with no charges, thinking she was a victim or hostage taken by the gang who had fought her way out. She, neglected, to inform them of what had really happened, not wishing to get into more trouble.
She was placed under the care of a man named Roland Lloyd for a brief period. After working out some details, and signing a few agreements, Tina was allowed to go off on her own so long as she maintained regular contact with Roland. She first went back to her home and began the process of moving house. Taking her belongings and moving them to a trailer home. A large amount of her workshop couldn’t be taken, but it just gave her a place to go back to and call home. Roland then helped Tina take the trailer to the mainland of Sinnoh and set her up someplace nice so she could work and live on her own. Always willing to come and help her should she need it.

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Regular Abilities______________________________________ └-Skills, professions, knowledge and talents.
Demolitions Training: The training or study of explosives. If it goes BOOM. Tina knows about it. Even shit that isn’t supposed to go BOOM as its primary function. │ ├─Type: Talent ├─Category: Skill └─Level: Master
Craft (Gunsmith): Knowledge and meta-skill involving the skills required to create firearms from scratch. Tina’s Weapons all tend to be a little more “excessive” than conventional firearms. Typically with increased Ammo consumption of higher caliber that one would expect. Also pink, they will be pink, and that’s badass. If you think otherwise, you may file a complaint with her directly. │ ├─Type: Talent ├─Category: Knowledge, Skill └─Level: Master
Knowledge (Machinery): The knowledge of how to fix, maintain, create, and operate I wide variety of machinery. Mostly thanks to her father and reverse engineering what she could, Tina learned the ins and outs of what makes machines tick. She’d be out of her element with the pristine and precise machinery some companies use, but given time, she could likely monkey rig any machine back into working fashion │ ├─Type: Talent ├─Category: Knowledge, Skill └─Level: Expert
Martial Abilities______________________________________ └-Weapon specializations and fighting styles.
Firearms: The general use of firearms, be it rifles, shotguns or sidearms. Specifically Tina specializes in SMGs, Rifles, and Handguns. She also is fairly well versed in Grenade Launchers, LMGs, and occasionally Shotguns │ ├─Type: Physical ├─Category: Weapon Proficiency └─Level: Master

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Weapons_________________________________________________ └-Weapon and munitions.
Assorted Explosives: At least 8 sticks of dynamite and a couple grenades can almost always be found on her person. Unless she has to take a flight. Stupid security.
The Teapot: The name of Tina’s specialized brand of pistols that are modified from higher caliber handguns. All are increasingly deadly, and she always has at least one on her at all times. Typically a modified semi-auto .45 that takes both her hands to hold steady and fire.
Technology______________________________________________ └-Poké-tech, electronics, and gadgetry.
D374-TP Remote: A modified TV remote combined with a PokéNav that serves as a remote to control Tina’s homemade robot D374-TP (Deathtrap). A conglomeration of various parts from her parents' old lab combined with mining equipment. He’s largely non-functioning and serves mostly as a big ass paperweight and frisbee thrower.
Miscellany______________________________________________ └-Small items, tools, or other important belongings.
Mother’s Locket: A small silver locket that belonged to her mother that has a picture of her and her parents inside. Tina never takes it off, and it’s always tucked into her clothes as close to her heart as she can get it.

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“Wha-Where am I? What happened?” As the man opened his eyes regaining consciousness, he found himself bound to chair. Around him was a dark dank cave. Standing not more than a few feet in front of him was the petite figure of a rather disheveled looking girl. She held something in her hand, but everything was still so blurry.
“Mornin sleepy ‘ead. You woke up JUST in time for tea.” She was speaking in a horribly stereotypical cockney accent. A cheeky grin plastered on her face. “Well actually you’re a tad late. The others ‘ave already ‘ad their tea and crumpets, but it’ll still be warm for you.” Her attitude seemed to completely disregard the fact that the man was bound to a chair and couldn’t move anything more than his head.
“Where the fuck am I!? And who the fuck are you!?” The man was having none of what Tina was playing at. A bit of a shame, but Tina was gonna continue playing regardless. “A bit cranky are we? Of course, you aint ‘ad your morning smoke.” Tina then stopped twirling what had been in her hand as she grabbed the jaw of the man. SHe held it as open as she could as she shoved the red stick into his mouth. She was anything but gentle as she tried to get the stick in a place it would stay while she fumbled through her fanny pack for her lighter.
“Would you just sit still and let me give you a light!?” She’d now broken character and reverted to her usual tone as she tried to keep the man’s head still so she could light the fuse coming off the stick now wedged into his mouth. She was growing too frustrated to keep up with her accent. Finally, the flickering flame caught the fuse sparking it to life as it crackled and hissed. Now satisfied Tina backed away from the man who was now shaking with panic. Tina probably should have backed away more than she did, but she was opting to throw safety to the wind. Besides, she was a self-proclaimed professional.
She stared longingly at the man as the sparkling fuse disappeared into the red cylinder of dynamite. A moment of silent acceptance from the man before he was torn apart by the blast. Tina being blown on her butt by the force. A couple pieces of shrapnel clattering to the stone around her. She waited there for a bit, collecting all her thoughts as to what had just happened before her arms shot up into the air in celebration. “WHOOO! Daum that shit was loud. Maybe upping the grade was a bad idea, buuuuuuuut to late to worry about that now. Isn’t that right Mister Crater? Mister Crater? Boy, you still bad at making small talk.”
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