Cayenne | Explorer

[attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ DESCRIPTION ◂

[attr="class","explorerbox"]Aha! Come to lay eyes upon this daring, dashing, dapper, dougheyed do-gooder, have you? Well you're in luck, citizen - Cayanne's true strength lies in her ability to seem completely innocuous. Spy you a lopunny skipping her way through down, dressed in an apron and carrying a small box of baked goods? That's her. She's hard to miss, with a tall and svelte body, athletic in build and decently toned - with well defined, strong legs built for thumping earth and kicking the living daylights out of outlaws. Of course, hidden under a generous asset - a warm mass of brown fur the same color of freshly warmed gingersnap and spice pokepuff (a deep,  dark, chocolatey brown), with voluminously plentiful and slightly curled puffs of heavy cream colored fur around the ears, upper arms and most of her legs (from the knee downwards), creating a fantastically fluffy appearance - especially when you add those big bushy brows of hers, crests of lucious fur that stand tall and proud like the antlers on a stantler.

Of course, to look upon her face, is to look upon the face of bravery. Which is to say, to look upon the rounded, slightly doughy features of a lopunny. Her muzzle is tilted slightly upwards upon her teardrop shaped head, ending at a point on the end of her snout, with a noticeable pink dot of a nose. Dipping under it are a pair of soft black lips, almost naturally curled into a slight smile, often hiding a pair of elite carrot assassins (pronounced little buck teeth) and framing it all are a set of all seeing justice-peepers (that is to say, a pair of eyes) with a mysterious black sclera and an almost luminous pink-violet iris with a perfectly round dark pupil in the middle. Those who are devious and skullduggerous enough to work their way to her back would notice a spine who's dorsal fur is almost always a little frizzled. See that small puff-like brown tail waiting below? That is forbidden. Look away.

Ah, but what valorous pillar of the community is ever seen without an outfit for the ages? Sure you could go around in your fur like a common naked civilian, but where is the expression in that? Cayanne can be seen in one of two outfits, you'll know if you're in trouble if you find her in the latter. First is the one she's typically seen in around town. Which is a bright and slightly sequined pink ensamble - a long pink apron with a little peony fire symbol sewn into the breast and little peppers decorating it's sides. It's hems are pleated and slightly lacy, with straps meant to convey the mental image of strawberry licorice. What do you mean that isn't a thing? Ahem. Anyway. As for the other outfit, why that would be her adventuring gear. Or more specifically, the moment Cayanne stops being Cayenne, and becomes Hotspur - savior of the downtrodden and retriever of dropped items. Typically she wears a red and gold themed full spandex leotard, with a little half-face mask covering mostly her upper features, including little glassy ampules over her eyes to give them a slightly redder tint. The half-mask itself appears to have a fire-y motif, with little flames decorating the edges, cresting along her brows - and markings of little flames coming from the bottom of her eyes - all trimmed with black. Her body is usually clad in a suit largely covering her from the middle of her throat down to the ends of her thighs, which features an elaborate flaming heart around the chest, with white wing line protrusions over a black backdrop. This continues down towards her legs, the tops of which are decorated with a firey wing motif. Of course, there's little black trims at the spots where limbs pop out, but it all ties the outfit together very nicely.   

[attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ PERSONALITY ◂

[attr="class","explorerbox"]Cayenne is a curious thing to behold. A creature that seems so passive and friendly that you'd hardly think she has a violent bone in her body. In fact most would certainly find Cayenne to be a bit of a pushover, not helped by the fact she's a lopunny of fancy. She's soft spoken, jubilant, quite talkative, very romantic and often times takes great pride in her work. In time, she has cultivated the persona of a hard working baker who wants to spread joy to the people of Gentle Falls and is often quite charitable - even to her own detriment. She enjoys pleasant conversations - and boy does she enjoy conversation in general. She could talk any pokemon's ear off with enough time, and it'd be her pleasure to do so. Given that, she's the perfect companion if you like sweet treats, a warm drink and some pleasant company to wile away a picnic with.

She has a flair of the theatric, often times being very physically expressive, reacting quite explosively and getting lost in fits of bubbly excitement or just outright joy. She is quite easy to upset, especially if she feels she's not lived up to expectations or sleighted someone by accident. In fact it isn't entirely out of character for her to end up finding flaws in the very things she makes and fretting about them endlessly, which tends to land her in a bad mood - a mood often dealt with by means of eating a lot of baked goods and pouting to herself. Cayenne is also infamously...obsessed. Most pokemon that have made themselves her 'friends' know that Cayenne loves attention - and loves giving attention twice as much. She often follows pokemon she knows around, fawns over their achivements and knocks on their doors at inopportune times to deliver them free snacks and ask literally every single detail of how their day went. Some would call this adorable, others would call this intensely annoying. Cayenne is also almost unrelentingly ditzy. She forgets some of the simplest things at times and seems to pay very little attention to mistakes she's made. It can be as simple as forgetting to whisper a password or not taking the hint when asked to leave someone alone. 

That is, of course, Cayenne. Hotspur, on the other and, is an entirely different story. Some could almost call this change of outfits an almost beatless change of personality. Within a heartbeat, the sweet talking, saccharine Cayenne becomes the trash talking brave fighter Hotspur. An alternate identity - one that appears far more confident and far more brash than their original identity. Hotspur is the brave heroine, the confident maiden of justice that seeks out the asses of badness to kick most thoroughly. When this, Cayenne instantly becomes a lot more confident and a lot more - shall we say - theatrical. Most would consider it more of a show, considering her larger-than-life persona, penchant for loudness and dynamic poses. But there's more to it. Here she lets her true feelings come to light. A vehement disliking for ill deeds done to others. Be they by circumstances or - worse - others. Hotspur could almost be easily dismissed as an almost comedically incompetent persona who likes to play at being hero.

Except, this is also were Cayanne's training comes to the forefront. Like a trigger, she becomes far more willing to engage in battle - and openly does so with the intent on beating an opponent into submission or simply making them surrender. She is relentless, easily underestimateable and quite keen in her own clumsy way. She is fully willing to sacrifice her own wellbeing for others, gladly leaping into sticky situations to pull others free from danger. She seeks to inspire others, to provide pep talks and hopeful witticisms. However, this personality IS born out of genuine dislike for the foul deeds pokemon would commit upon their fellows. And there are times were Hotspur begins to fade from being a charming heroic personality into a violent vigilante, willing to fight as emotion dictates instead of actual rules and regulations. The worse one's crime, the less composure she seems to have - and the more reckless she tends to be, if such a thing were even possible. It should also be stated that even in this form, she has absolutely zero forms of self-awareness, and is quite easy to trick with a little bit of work. 

[attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ FREEFORM ◂

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• Mother - Nutmeg - Raichu
• Father - Mace - Diggersby

As far back as Cayenne could remember, she'd always loved adventure. Of course, that didn't really sit very well with her parents, now, but it didn't really stop her from taking those first few steps out the door when she was freshly hatched ( and almost getting runover by a Tauros) or climbing the tree at the back of their house (and almost falling off) when she was still learning to hop! Born as a loving daughter to Mace and Nutmeg, Cayenne could spend ages talking about how sweet her parents were. Her father, Mace, spent most of his life working in home renovation, digging out spots for ponds, helping to clear landscapes for development, that kinda thing. Her mother, Nutmeg, was a fierce and well known personality - a raichu with a lot of attitude and rough n' tumble lifestyle. Not what you'd consider a fitting match for a relatively passive, hard-working diggersby, right? Well, it worked - apparently! Mom gave up being an explorer to get with dad - and they followed his dream...to open a bakery right near the center of Gentle Falls. The two were a sight to behold. Opening the Creamy Cupboard Family Burrow & Bakery, Mace seemed quite indellably in love with rich, sweet baked goods whilst his wife seemed interested in making spicy, flavorful baked goods. You can guess which one of them Cayanne would pick up after...that's right! Both of them. Admittedly, Cayenne was a happy bundle of joy, a pleasant surprise for them considering their age. As such, they were quite protective of their little buneary. With her father in particular always getting his ears in a knot over the wellbeing of his little creme puff!



Of course, this didn't stop Cayenne from getting out and about once in a while. She made friends with a lot of the locals, who came to know her as the little girl with the bake oven always trying to offer people her failed sweets - and trying to coax hugs out of others. Her mother had become worried, seeing her reaching an age where most young pokemon would be thinking about their future, yet she was still lost playing about in her fantasies. And she would have stayed in those fantasies, had it not been for one particular fateful night.



Cayenne thought it was a warm summer night like any other. She couldn't fall asleep, even half buried in her covers, and she was dying for a warm glass of milk to help her get through the night. Unfortunately, this may have been the worst choice of her life. At the very same time, a group of outlaws known as the Red Streak had broken into the family home. Unbeknownst to the inhabitants. Cayenne at first hardly noticed the pokemon shuffling about in the dark, until she realized there was a pangoro the size of a wardrobe standing in front of her whilst she had a glass of milk in her paws. What followed next was a sudden flash of movement. She bounced as if she were on a spring, promptly hiding herself in a dark corner between the oven and the fridge, trembling in absolute fear as she tried to coax herself into ease with her glass of milk. Unfortunately she was so scared she started almost instantly gurgling and choking on the milk, soon almost becoming frozen in place as the massive brute...entirely ignored the sound and kept snatching goods off the nearby counters. Phew. Crisis averted...she thought, not realizing he was aimlessly fishing around in the dark for stolen goods. She soon found herself being lifted in the air by a massive paw, one that grasped her by the ears and flung her into a large cloth sack, believing her to be some sort of decorative statue or plush toy or something. 



It wasn't until the gang was back in their hideout that they realized they'd also kidnapped a little buneary covered in milk and glitter that had fallen out of it's hiding spot in the family's prize vase (what, where do YOU keep your glitter?). This lead to a noticeable argument between them, all whilst poor Cayenne hyperventilated on a stool, awaiting her fate. They were not the most pleasant of pokemon.

All of them spoke harshly, with little regards of what they've done. One of them, a scrafty (she'd guess, their leader?) was quick to point out the obvious solution...she was clearly some sort of rare hybrid - considering the glittering fur. And a local outlaw boss would pay big time to have a cloak made out of that material. Cayenne could almost see stars at this point. Was this it? Was she going to die here? The terrible suggestions they threw about included having the pangoro pull her fur off (and everything attached to it), or sew her into a bag and drop her down a canyon for good measure. They settled on something less cruel...taking her ears. So this little innocent buneary sat there, tears streaming down her face, covered in milk and glitter, as a massive brute soon reached down towards her, grasping her by the ears and lifting her up for her fate.



This would have been the end. Had the door not burst open at that very moment. She could remember the sight to this day. A flying red blur coming right for her kidnapper, a swift kick in the belly so hard it sent flames flying across the room and a pangoro through a wall. She remembered the group of explorers come to track her down, chief amongst them a towering blaziken she would later know as 'Blitz'.



Blitz's fighting style was awe inspiring. The way he kicked and struck his opponents with merciless efficiency, his speed, his agility. Him and his companions made short work of the Red Streak, and soon managed to begin the journey - returning her home. During the entire walk back, she bombarded Blitz with questions and attention regarding his 'badbutt moves', and insisted she knew how he came to be so strong. Put off a little at first considering the poor buneary and her sad situation, he eventually tried to keep her talking to get her mind off the situation she was just in.  Eventually this turned into quite the conversation, and she came to learn that it was Blitz who'd actually trained alongside her mother all those years ago. Thought her everything she knew? But she had to know more! 

Over the next few months, Blitz would receive no shortage of visits from Cayenne, even as she was still recovering from her ordeal. She hunted him down, waited at the Guildhouse for him and even tried to bake him appropriately spicy cookies (which knocked him unconscious instantly).



Eventually, he gave in and asked what it was she really wanted. To which, much to her dismay, Cayenne would admit - she wanted to become stronger. More like him. Able to stop others from going through what she did, and to stop herself from ever feeling weak and vulnerable again. A tearful request was enough to break down the blaziken's walls, and eventually - in secret of course - he began to tutor her in the finer arts of fighting. He became a mentor, one that thought her to always strike through, to always leave an impression on your opponents and always use your innate advantages against them. To that end, Cayenne had become quite the accomplished fighter by the time she'd reached adulthood, owing largely to the dedication she had towards becoming stronger.




She'd even gone out on a few 'missions' herself, even before attempting to officially become an explorer. Mostly small stuff, rescuing youths who'd gotten stuck on trees, retrieving balls that were kicked out of bounds or finding items that were dropped out in the woods, and bringing them back to be returned to their owners. These small good deeds warmed Cayenne up...but as she did more and more of them, she found herself becoming a little anxious about her parents. Her mother's health had taken a turn for the worse, a result of a long life of battle that left her quite in bad shape. Her father, wanting to take care of her, knew he couldn't run the business on his lonesome. So it was to fall to their daughter to take care of the family bakery. A prospect Cayenne was...enthusiastic about, but also dreading.




So she started working in the shadows. Put on a mask to hide her identity, a new personality to hide who she was and even changed her voice a little in order to throw people off. Of course, everyone knew it was still Chayenne. Eventually, she became emboldened. And by the time the family had officially gifted her the bakery (now called the Spice Rack), she was still setting her eyes on following in Blitz's footsteps, and standing up for pokemon in need. By this time, the bird had retired himself, so there was an opening she could easily fill. And so the local guild did receive a new applicant. A mysterious lopunny by the name of Hotspur! A larger than life, action loving personality who filled out their application dressed in what definitely was not an altered, self-tailored bathing suit combined with a very colorful mask meant for a completely different costume. She came with admittedly quite a few pathfinding skills, a willingness to fight for what is right, an active go-getter attitude and no known address or relations to report to! Mysterious. Well, it would be mysterious... if everyone didn't immediately recognize Cayenne through her paper-thin disguise. And the fact she then signed using her real name.

BUT! Through all of this - while one lopunny slipped on the apron, another slid on the cowl. Ready for duty, to protect and serve the pokemon of the  Lucerne region with a warm spice-muffin and a corkscrew kick to the face. Let us hope, at least, she can learn to keep herself safe whilst she's at it. Or this plan of hers is going right in the oven.