Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 4, 2011 18:19:27 GMT -5
{N}ame: Black
{A}ge: 17
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Hometown is Nuvema Town, Unova!
{B}irthdate: August 11th, 1993
{T}rainer class: Trainer
{P}okemon: Samurott, Solosis, Klang, Unfezant, Darumaka, Excadrill. Seismitoad, Galvantula, and various others are in storage; he catches pokemon when he gets a good "feel" about them and switches up his team accordingly.
{H}istory: Born and raised in Nuvema town. His mother was extremely supportive of his endeavors, possibly to make up for a on and off again father, but it never particularly bothered him that he was essentially being raised by one parent. The other one simply dropped in now and again, and they had good memories together. His mother was good friends with White's mother because of their similar marital circumstances, and Black therefore spent a good deal of his childhood playing with White. They made a rather dynamic duo, and when Cheren and Bianca moved in, the four became quick friends. Though Black is as amiable as you can get, and makes friends left and right as he goes, he considers the three from Nuvema to be his closest.
When White started her pokemon journey with Bianca and Cheren, he quickly got bored sitting around at home without anybody to talk to. As a result, he stormed Professor Juniper's lab barely a week later and demanded a starter of his own. The woman simply laughed and handed him an Oshawott. And so the journey began!
Currently, he is working on his 6th badge.
{P}ersonality: Black is extremely boisterous and just a tad bit low on the maturity scale. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is generally very expressive of his feelings, especially around friends. Even around strangers he's very comfortable and talkative. He's also rather stubborn. Once he latches onto an idea, he will chase it to the end of the world, whether it be right or wrong. It's very difficult to change his mind when he's attached to something, and as a result, he's relatively shortsighted. He can't see the consequences of a lot of his actions, though the intentions are always good. (and as a result, got into many arguments with Cheren as a child.)
At the moment, his fixation is 'TO BECOME POKEMON CHAMPION!"
{C}reator: Rhoda / Bill from PT
{S}how me your skills:
To tell the truth, when the professor first handed him his pokemon, he was a bit doubtful.
“What’s with you?” he asked, arching his eyebrows skeptically and lifting the thing up by the armpits to get a better look at it. Oshawott just smiled and wiggled its stubby arms.
“Wott!” it cried gleefully.
Black pulled a face and shook it gently. The red nose was strange. Its ears were strange. What the heck was that on its stomach? And it looked so happy.
“You’re a weird one, little guy,” he said. It simply smiled at him and tapped its feet together. “Can you even fight?” Black asked, tilting his head. What was the point of being a pokemon trainer if you didn’t want to be the best? And this little thing… seemed more cuddly than battle-y.
Oshawott promptly decided that that was a good time to showcase his prowess in water gun. Straight into Black’s face.
“Osha-osha wott!” If a pokemon were capable of giggling, that’s what the following sound would have been categorized as. It wiggled in its trainers grasp, exuding happiness and sunshine, completely unaware of the possible consequences.
But when the water finally dripped off enough for Black to see again, it’s as if he’d absorbed the exuberance from his pokemon. His face was lit by the largest smile he could manage.
”Alriiiight, little guy! We’ve so got this!” He spun around, Oshawott still in his arms. “If you can do that now, imagine where we’ll be in a week! A month! A freaking year! THE CHAMPIONSHIP IS OURS!”
And with that, he ran off down Route 1. It took 12 frantic calls from his mother and a friendly passing traveler to remind him that he’d need more than a pokemon slung over his shoulder to conquer the world. Say, clothes, and money, and perhaps a toothbrush.
It didn’t deter him one bit.
{A}ge: 17
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Hometown is Nuvema Town, Unova!
{B}irthdate: August 11th, 1993
{T}rainer class: Trainer
{P}okemon: Samurott, Solosis, Klang, Unfezant, Darumaka, Excadrill. Seismitoad, Galvantula, and various others are in storage; he catches pokemon when he gets a good "feel" about them and switches up his team accordingly.
{H}istory: Born and raised in Nuvema town. His mother was extremely supportive of his endeavors, possibly to make up for a on and off again father, but it never particularly bothered him that he was essentially being raised by one parent. The other one simply dropped in now and again, and they had good memories together. His mother was good friends with White's mother because of their similar marital circumstances, and Black therefore spent a good deal of his childhood playing with White. They made a rather dynamic duo, and when Cheren and Bianca moved in, the four became quick friends. Though Black is as amiable as you can get, and makes friends left and right as he goes, he considers the three from Nuvema to be his closest.
When White started her pokemon journey with Bianca and Cheren, he quickly got bored sitting around at home without anybody to talk to. As a result, he stormed Professor Juniper's lab barely a week later and demanded a starter of his own. The woman simply laughed and handed him an Oshawott. And so the journey began!
Currently, he is working on his 6th badge.
{P}ersonality: Black is extremely boisterous and just a tad bit low on the maturity scale. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is generally very expressive of his feelings, especially around friends. Even around strangers he's very comfortable and talkative. He's also rather stubborn. Once he latches onto an idea, he will chase it to the end of the world, whether it be right or wrong. It's very difficult to change his mind when he's attached to something, and as a result, he's relatively shortsighted. He can't see the consequences of a lot of his actions, though the intentions are always good. (and as a result, got into many arguments with Cheren as a child.)
At the moment, his fixation is 'TO BECOME POKEMON CHAMPION!"
{C}reator: Rhoda / Bill from PT
{S}how me your skills:
To tell the truth, when the professor first handed him his pokemon, he was a bit doubtful.
“What’s with you?” he asked, arching his eyebrows skeptically and lifting the thing up by the armpits to get a better look at it. Oshawott just smiled and wiggled its stubby arms.
“Wott!” it cried gleefully.
Black pulled a face and shook it gently. The red nose was strange. Its ears were strange. What the heck was that on its stomach? And it looked so happy.
“You’re a weird one, little guy,” he said. It simply smiled at him and tapped its feet together. “Can you even fight?” Black asked, tilting his head. What was the point of being a pokemon trainer if you didn’t want to be the best? And this little thing… seemed more cuddly than battle-y.
Oshawott promptly decided that that was a good time to showcase his prowess in water gun. Straight into Black’s face.
“Osha-osha wott!” If a pokemon were capable of giggling, that’s what the following sound would have been categorized as. It wiggled in its trainers grasp, exuding happiness and sunshine, completely unaware of the possible consequences.
But when the water finally dripped off enough for Black to see again, it’s as if he’d absorbed the exuberance from his pokemon. His face was lit by the largest smile he could manage.
”Alriiiight, little guy! We’ve so got this!” He spun around, Oshawott still in his arms. “If you can do that now, imagine where we’ll be in a week! A month! A freaking year! THE CHAMPIONSHIP IS OURS!”
And with that, he ran off down Route 1. It took 12 frantic calls from his mother and a friendly passing traveler to remind him that he’d need more than a pokemon slung over his shoulder to conquer the world. Say, clothes, and money, and perhaps a toothbrush.
It didn’t deter him one bit.