[ COORDINATOR ] ♔ SINCLAIR, penelope

♔ Penny is tall. Like, almost six feet tall. And she likes to accentuate it with large heels and creepers and pumps. Height is intimidating and dominating and she prefers it that way. No need to mingle with the little people if she doesn't have to.

♔ Her hair, naturally a very light blonde but dyed (daily) to keep up the beautiful pastel pink that she loves so much. She trims her bangs every couple of days and hasn't had a real haircut in a while, preferring her almost ridiculously long hair. At least an hour every day is devoted into taking care of her hair, and she loves it.

♔ Large, soulless, black eyes adorn her face, always a little blank because she's really bad at ... feeling things? Generally, her smiles look disconcerting, because they never reach her blank eyes.

♔ Her mother taught her that her looks are her most important asset and feature. As long as she stays pretty, she can get anything she wanted.

♔ As tall as she is, it does make every other part of her long and spindly, and she's always hated her hands and their long fingers, wishing she had little petite doll hands.

♔ Penny does have a little crown head-piece to wear on the days she does feel like royalty.

♔ Penny is crazy unstable. Never diagnosed with anything in particular, as her mother thought doctors were all a scam, but Penny has extreme emotional mood swings, with manic highs with manic depression in seconds.

♔ Narcissism is her sin. Well, one of her biggest sins. She loves herself and things much too highly of herself. Very proud and rather unable to admit any faults.

♔ But being selfish is the only way she knows how to survive. She doesn't know how to make connections with other people, nor does she know how to think of anybody but herself first. When you are born into a broken home, you have to grow strong to survive.

♔ Quite particular about certain things, but with how volatile her whims can be, they can vary from day to day.

♔ Penny is quite sensitive, but not very emphatic. Despite giving off a rather confidant and strong exterior, she really can't handle any criticism, and is prone to lashing out because of it. It can make it difficult, being a coordinator and whatnot, but the people who don't like her can just burn and die for all she cares.

♔ Her sense of humor is sadistic and dry and really inappropriate sometimes. Pain is amusing, especially if it isn't her, but then there are a couple of puns and "normal" jokes that fly right past her head.

♔ Penny likes to write a little crown symbol by her name, to remind people that they are dealing with royalty today.

♔ YEAH MAYBE SHE IS KIND OF A BULLY. SO WHAT.

♔ Really, Penelope lives in her own world, kind of. Her own movie where she's the star. Nothing else matters or deserves a second of her time.

♔ Penelope likes to hurt things for no reason, other than relishing the fact that she's hurting them.

♔ She hates being alone. Alone is when things get quiet and all the voices in her head start talking, so she much prefers to be around company, even if it's just her Pokemon.

♔ Penelope hates the nickname Penny. It reminds her too much of her mother, who was the only one to call her that in her childhood--and she hates her mother.

♔ Perhaps because she's been taught to value her appearance over anything, she can be judgmental and rude. But don't take it personally, because she didn't mean anything about you as a person--no, wait, yeah, take it as personally as you want.

** tiny trigger warning for abusive homes. downplayed, but like, still. :V **

As far as Penelope is concerned, she was born when she was eighteen. She just walked off the ferry one day and that was that. No family except for Lady Princess and no home except for the PokeCenter bed she was renting out. Penelope does not like talking about her past.

In all honesty, if you knew the truth, you'd understand why. She was born into a dysfunctional family, where her entire existence was a mistake and her parents preferred to pretend she didn't exist. Her mother was an emotionally abusive drunk, and her father barely existed. If she tried to remember him, he was nothing but a blank face and a dark suit, filling doorways for a moment before disappearing. Penelope saw him far less than the random men her mother brought home, peeking through the cracks of the closet door her mother told her to stay in until she was told.

Penelope started school 2 years late, her parents forgetting--or perhaps honestly not realizing--that she was supposed to start at the age of five. Late to everything, Penelope found it hard to adjust to being around children younger than her (for at the age of seven, 2 years is a long time) who were all smarter than she was and happier than she was. Needless to say, she didn't make any friends at school. Having had very little engagement with other young kids, Penelope didn't know how to make friends.

Her best friend was her mom. The only person she ever really talked to. She also absolutely hated her mother. But it was as if her mom was really two people in one body. In the morning, she might be yelling and screaming, throwing dishes at Penelope as she ran out the door to go to school, but at night, she could be singing in the kitchen, cooking dinner and with a present waiting for Penelope--usually a nice dress. Every day, walking home from school, Penelope would pray for her good mother to be home.

Raised on nothing but junk food, sporadically and on an unstable diet, Penelope had been a rather plump child, and it was for that reason that at very young age that her mother started to pay attention to her and her appearance. If she was going to have a daughter, she was going to make sure she was at least presentable. Eventually, Penelope got used to her nitpicking, even learning to enjoy the rare moments her mother paid attention to her. "You're my lucky penny," she would say, "My shiny pretty penny."

In secondary school, Penelope found social life much harder, and she was often called to the office to talk to the principal and the nice lady in the black dress about her "outbursts." Penelope never talked to them, refusing to even meet their eyes. She told her mother about the meetings one night, tentatively recollecting some of the probing questions. Her mother grew passionate by the minute, and Penelope relished in the idea of her mother being passionate for her.

It was in high school where her anti-social nature became a bigger problem. At first, everyone thought she was the quiet girl, shy, but like, really pretty? Having moved schools again, no one knew what she was like in the past. She made friends easily enough, now quick to copy their mannerisms and say what was expected of her. Then she found out how much power lay in friendships. People would do anything for you, if you were close enough. If they needed you enough. If they were scared enough.

Somewhere along the line, people started to catch on and avoid her again. She found that everyone had left her. Again.

Everyone except for Princess. Lady Princess, the stray Glameow she had found one day and smuggled home, hiding her from her mother who thought all Pokemon were disgusting creatures. Maybe they were, but not Lady Princess. The kitten had grown into a strong cat and brought little broken presents to Penny all the time, and knew just when her mother was coming down the hall to jump out the window and hide.

On her eighteenth birthday, she packed up one backpack and left the house. Her mother didn't notice until the next morning, only because she wanted someone to make her breakfast.

Penelope got on the train, then the taxi, then a ferry until she landed in Unova, starting off as a coordinator.

Penelope's bae. She's thinks Lady Princess is the prettiest thing in the whole wide world (second to her, obviously). Had her as a Glameow since she was young, didn't evolve until much recently, and it wasn't until then that Penelope kind of "found her style" as a coordinator.