Prissy's App

For those interested here's a close-up of her-[link]

Okay I know I said I wouldn't join any more groups. But this concept is so cute and clever I couldn't resist.

EDIT: I made it in! Look out Zaphary Forest-here comes Prissy!

Name: Pricilla Posy Prissypaws the Fourteenth (Please call her Prissy. Call her by her full name and she’ll throw a hissy fit).
Age: 16
Edition: Special
Gender: Female
Species: Skitty
Accessories: Her purple dress, a bag, her parasol, all her bows, a sunhat
Personality: Prissy is what you could call “a spoiled brat”. If you say hi to her she’ll respond with at least one thing that she finds “displeasing” with your attire. She’s lazy, inconsiderate, stubborn and is mostly found bossing other people around. If you inquire about this she’ll claim that she doesn’t want to get her dress dirty and is filling the role of “superior supervisor”. Prissy’s opinion is always right. If you disagree she’ll wack you with her parasol. And that skitty hits hard.

Despite all them…um…”unattractive” qualities Prissy is nice and caring to a few selective people. To the few friends she has (that can look past her unsightly presence) she’s eternally loyal. If you’re a friend of Prissy’s and in trouble or in some need of assistance the skitty is there to lend a hand. She also has a soft spot for giant pokemon. During experiments involving them Prissy would engage them in conversation rather than fight, much to the anger of the scientists. Finally the skitty has an extremely picky palette. Because of her refusing to eat "common" food such as acorns or seeds she has to work harder for her meal than the other collectors.

History: Prissy was released as a limited edition, one-of-a-kind toy. She had genuine diamonds for eyes, golden bells for her tail and a wardrobe complete with fourteen dresses and a tea set. From the beginning the little skitty was living the high life. When she sold to a home ran by a stuffy woman of a government official, she was kept on the shelves as a collector’s item. The lady would frequently show visitors Prissy, pointing out all of her various features and stressing how “valuable” the toy was. “Is she for sale?” The guests would ask. To this the lady would laugh.

“Of couse not. She’s priceless!” Priceless Prissy loved that word. It made her feel special and superior. The stuffed toy absorbed all the admiration, inflating her ever-growing ego. Despite her always being the center of attention Prissy was…lonely. The only company she had was an antique tea set and a priceless vase. No one was allowed to touch her out of the lady fear of “decreasing her value”. So years past and Prissy sat on those shelves. Then came Lucy.

Lucy was the lady’s niece. Every Tuesday she came by with her mother. Despite the constant warning of “no touching” Lucy took Prissy off the shelves, entranced by the toy’s diamond eyes. At first Prissy hated her presence. She fretted when Lucy tugged at her dress. She flinched when the girl poked her eyes. And oh did she hate her new name. “I’m gonna call you Pricilla Posy Prissypaws the Fourteenth!” Yet despite all of this the skitty soon grew to like the girl. She gave the toy a sense of purpose and belonging, a nice change from being on that shelf all day long. She grew to look forward to Tuesdays and of Lucy with her various make-believe games.

But one day she didn't come. Words consisting of “family feud” and “money-grabbers” filled hushed conversation. Prissy was deflated. She tried replaying all the games she and Lucy played but it was hard to do considering she couldn't move. After what seemed like an eternity Prissy was taken off the shelves once more. She was put on a table where the lady closely examined her with a man. Their talk was filled with numbers and estimates. Suddenly the lady let out a scream. “Her…her ear! Its…its torn!” Prissy looked up. Out from her left ear stuffing was coming out. Her mind flashed back to a particularly rough playtime with Lucy where she was a fighter pilot. The man adjusted his glasses.

“That’ll probably cost a few thousand or so. You’d be lucky to get her at half the price she originally was, even with repair.” The lady sunk down on her knees and sobbed. As if on cue two men in lab coats walked through the door. After some brisk conversation and exchange of a sizable wad of bills Prissy found herself being carried away, far away from the lady, Lucy and her rich, lazy life as she knew it.

After she was brought to life the skitty was put to test after test. At first she refused to do it them but after some…”extreme” measures Prissy was running mazes and collecting various objects, swearing and cursing under her breath. So when she heard of a prison break naturally she had to come along. Any place was better than that stuffy laboratory.

Hobbies: Bossing people around, trying to get out of doing work, complaining, hunting for exotic delicacies (berries, candy, etc.) that she can feast on.

Things of Note:
-Prissy still has her golden bells on her tail. Because of this she’s very bad at hunting (the noise gives her away) so that’s why she decided collecting was more her speed.

-Prissy’s eyes are light blue since her eyes were originally diamonds.

-Prissy is short. Really short. To make herself seem taller (and superior) she wears high platform shoes. This makes it very hard to walk through the mud and she's always being left behind by her peers.