Jam New App

New art! Thought she deserved some. You can't see it, but she has a green stripe across her dress.


Name: Strawberry Jam

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Pokemon: Shelmet  

Height: 5”8

Bodystyle: Skinny

Birthday: April 18

Home Island: Affection Atoll

Personality:

 Jammy is about as sweet and hard as a piece of taffy. Well, I guess that depends on your taffy. She’s not one for confrontation or tough love or tense situations due to her Docile nature, but if you need boundless affection, she’s your gal. She has an odd aesthetic sense as well, seeing Pokemon like Gyrados and Druddigon to be “absolutely adorable.” Her innate curiosity, low attention span and poor sense of direction work together to get her lost, even when going to the grocery store. Although she’s motherly to a fault, Jammy can just fall to pieces when confronted, unsure and indecisive. She can weather most trouble with a blithe and carefree attitude, but personal arguments get her flustered. Despite that, she's probably one of the best listeners you can find. She's always more than willing to lend an ear and some comfort for a friend or even a stranger. All in all, she’s a lot like somebody’s grandma.

History:

 She was named Strawberry because her last name was Jam, which tells you a lot about her parents’ sense of humor. They seemed nice enough, but Jammy was sort of a whim of theirs, which quickly turned into a burden that weighed on their obsession with world travel. They left her off at her mother’s sisters’ place and swooshed off to their next stop on their extended honeymoon. Mrs.Jam was definitely the black sheep of the family, as her two older spinster sisters were both frail of temperament and constitution. Thankfully, Jammy proved easy to raise, being a docile child and a mild-mannered teenager. Although her neighborhood was populated only by the elderly with no playmates to speak of, Jam was more or less content. More or less. Her aunts were nice but a bit high-strung. She was the resident “fetcher” and “doer”, carrying out the tasks they could not (or would not) do due to their age. Her duties started to extend to the other elderly members of the community, often being recruited to round up Mr. Burbank's small flock of pet Mareep or hunting down and retrieving Dr.Holston's pair of ornery Skiddo.  It was during one of these arduous tasks- she was cleaning the roof gutter- that she somehow banged the top of her helmet against the edge of the roof with such force that it slammed shut and couldn’t be opened for a while. She was pretty blasé about it, and to this day, the hinges aren't exactly perfect. If Jam didn’t fulfill her jobs properly or accidentally messed up part of the ancient house’s arrangement (as children are wont to do), such gnashing of teeth and wailing of souls could be heard for the rest of the day as Jammy would run and hide, taking solace in her pastoral books and her pet Meowth. Those books painted a romantic scene of farm life and rural towns, leaving Jammy with a love of fluffy Mareep and a wish for a plot of her own.

As the years went on, this desire grew stronger. Occasionally the aunts would mention something about Jam moving out, she was a young woman now after all, and Jam would agree, and then they’d drop the subject. No one really made a move until her 28^th birthday when it hit Jam: She was two years away from 30. SOMETHING had to be done.

Jam poked around for a while, but was hampered by her lack of knowledge of farming lands. The breakthrough cam when she finished collecting Mr.Burbank's Mareep for the umpteenth time. He noticed her uncharacteristic melancholy and inquired to the reason. Jam told him of her hopelessness of ever moving to a farm. Mr.Burbank went inside his house and came out with a crumpled map of a place called Raccolto. He gently told her of his days as a Mareep rancher, and gave her the map as a way of thanking her for all her hard work. The aunts barely knew what happened as Jammy packed her bags, kissed them both on the cheek, and whisked off to meet the boat.

Job: Mareep Rancher

Ranch Name: Sweetiepie Ranch

Dog/Cat Race: Meowth

Dog/Cat’s name: Sweetiepie- is not a sweetiepie. He is, however, the scourge of any poor unsuspecting Ratatta, the menace of every alleyway, and about as lovable as a pin cushion, only without the cushion part. Despite this, Jam can only see him as the helpless kitten she found him as, and his tolerance for her unwanted affection hinges on the fact that she feeds him regularly.

Talents: Knitting, listening, squealing, sewing, getting lost.

Funfacts:

She likes pro-wrestling and  knitting

Is oddly tall for a Bug-type

She wonders what it’d be like to evolve, but dismisses the thought anytime it arises. She can’t see herself as an Accelgor.

Jam is pretty nonchalant about the unfortunate state of her helmet, even though she near-constantly clonks and bonks into things when it's shut. It has a habit of closing when she doesn't want it to, and it'll stay stuck for a while until she can recruit someone to help her pry it open.

She has shepherdess’ crook, and is totally enthusiastic about the idea of raising Mareep.

Moveset- Bide

              Struggle Bug

              Round

             Acid UNAVAILABLE _usually