Lucia Application

Here's Lucia, a Litwick who became unafraid to live her life thanks to the wise words of a friend. She loves dressing up in old vintage clothes she found in the attic of the antique shop. She is not particularly powerful or talented as a pokemon, but her wax body makes her pretty resistant to injury, she is a candle after all. She doesn't have parents, but that doesn't make her an orphan. Im pretty sure lots of ghosts don't have parents, and I asked my lavender scented candle on my dresser if it had parents, it said no.


- NAME: Lucia ( Pronounced Lew-sha)
- NICKNAME: Lush
- AGE: 102 (ghosts are basically undead, so 102 is not too old for an eternal life.)
- BIRTHDAY: April 13th
- GENDER: Female
- NATURE: Bold
- POKEMON / HUMAN: Litwick
- HOMETOWN:Lavender town
- HISTORY:
Left to right, and stretched out before here was the golden glimmer of countless candles. A litwick for every grave, solemn and mindful. Lucia stood dutifully in front of the same tombstone day after day, vaguely remembering why she was even there anymore. The faded grave behind her only said three words " My Good Friend" etched deep into the stone. She never questioned her purpose, she just continued to keep her post in her place in the Pokemon tower.

Many passed through the halls of the tower, trainers, priests, and pokemon as well. One older pokemon visited frequently, helping sweep the floors and relighting litwicks whos flames had gone out. On a clear indigo night illuminated by a half moon, he found himself standing at Lucia's quiet grave, pondering. He whispered to himself "Ghost pokemon are never born, they are only the passed on, reawakened from their dreams." He left the tower slowly, carrying his age like a burden.

Lucia pondered his words for many days, so long she could not keep count. One night she looked out a window to the sky, a half moon shone brightly, and sparked the memory of the old pokemon. Did he say what he said to console himself? To extinguish the fear of death? As her mind wandered she suddenly felt a shock of realization flow through her body. He had been speaking to her. She began to move. The pokemon tower Litwicks seldom moved, she did not even know she could. She took one step, then another, feeling bold and alive. She turned back to her grave, kissed it lightly and said " I will miss you, my good friend, but I will not stray too far, I promise."

When she took her first steps into the chill of the night, a gust practically blew out her flame. Anxiously, she hid in the nearest house she could find. The inside was bare and dusty, except when she reached the attic, which was brimming with trinkets. She ended up spending quite a while time there, every day opening a new box and finding something curious and interesting to tinker with. She read old books, tried on vintage dresses, and tried her best to repair some of the more worn out antiques. That was all fine and good, until she heard stirring in the home below. A crafty old ghost and an elderly pokemon spotted her. "I was here first" She claimed in a startling and bold manner. " You do not have to leave.." said the elderly pokemon," But if you stayed you would be a great help to us by working in our shop downstairs, you see most of us pokemon are very old, and a young spirit like you lights up a room... literally." She agreed, and eventually found herself happy to aid the pokemon in need.

The shop ran well for a while, until a letter was delivered to their shop one day, stating that the Pokemon tower was to be demolished and replaced with a radio tower. All surrounding homes would be demolished as well, without much consideration to the inhabitants. Lucia Volunteered to move the goods to a new town, and set up shop where people wouldn't dare knock down someone's home. The others would follow at their own pace, and meet her there someday, she hoped. She packed up the shop, and looked at her friends. She wasn't sure if he recognized her, but she knew the old one that had found her in the attic was the same one who had spoken to her in pokemon tower.


- HOBBY: patching up old clothes from the attic, and telling ghost stories
- JOB: (City job) Clerk at the Red Gem Antique Shop, all of the members wear red gems as a symbol of comradery.
- FAVORITE FOOD: Chili peppers
- FAVORITE BERRY: Rabuta berry
- CATCHPHRASE: flambeau! (a french word pertaining to flames )
- ACCESSORIES: Her red gem

ps: An apology, I know I'm a huge fan of parenthesis, har har.