Post by Clay / Clair / Gardenia on May 26, 2011 18:32:01 GMT -5
{N}ame: Clay
{A}ge: 35
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Driftveil, Unova
{B}irthdate: October 24th, 1976
{T}rainer class: Gym Leader
{P}okemon: Golett, Palpitoad, Krokorok, Excadrill
{H}istory: Clay grew up on the MooMoo Ranch in the Johto region with his aunt and uncle. He spent his time tending to the livestock and diligently working for the simple livelihood his family had pledged to. When he turned 10, he repressed interest in pokemon battling because, due to terminal illness, his aunt had to stay in bed all day and the farm simply could not suffer to lose another ranch hand. However, at age 16, his aunt had passed and his uncle too began to feel weary from age. So, Clay's father, an experienced trainer had come and brought him his first pokemon: A Wooper. The Wooper and Clay battled together and became fast and lifelong friends. They had experienced hardship, loss, success and evolution together, and after a year had persevered to win the pokemon league. From there, Clay moved on to see the world. He flew to the little-known province of Unova and started a life there. After finding Driftveil city, he was training with his old Wooper, now a Quagsire when he stumbled upon a treasure trove of diamonds and other jewels and started up his mining business. Clay soon became unbelievably wealthy and took it upon himself to protect the city he settled to. The townspeople revered him as a hero, and began calling him "the Miner King". Not long after that, he was unanimously elected gym leader when the Pokemon Association had decided to open a gym in Driftveil. One year later, Quagsire passed on.
{P}ersonality: Although Clay may come off as cold, he truly is a warm-hearted individual. He has merely seen so much and gathered so much wisdom in his life, that he has been stripped of all innocence and naivety. This is not to say that he does not have a pure heart, however. He is a humanitarian and a pokemoniatarian of sorts, he cares deeply about the people and pokemon around him, and is fully invested in the community. He never sports ulterior motives and is incredibly selfless. He despises cockiness and pretension and sees far too many young trainers whom wield it, and so has become accustomed to distrusting teenage challengers. Still, Clay is virtuous, chivalrous, and simple. He carries a southern drawl and a helpful, hardworking attitude.
{C}reator: Jigglygruff/Jack
{S}how me your skills: That familiar mechanical whir echoed down the cavernous hall of Clay's battleground. The large crash of the escalator's platform hitting the ground ricocheted from the sublime emeralds that jutted from the earth below the feet of the Miner King, and a trainer, no older that 14, stepped down from the steel pedestal to make his way to the gym leader's rocky throne. Clay stood up, intimidating not only the child, but the Servine that clung to his shoulder. "Three on three." Clay stated simply, and threw his monster ball into the still, cool air. The capsule exploded with a firework of light energy, materializing his Palpitoad in front of the challenger. The tadpole-like creature wobbled back and forth in a silly and immature manner, unable to take any situation seriously. "Cleatis here might be a bit unorthodox but even with that fancy grass type 'a yours I'm sure you'll find him to be quite a challenge."
{A}ge: 35
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Driftveil, Unova
{B}irthdate: October 24th, 1976
{T}rainer class: Gym Leader
{P}okemon: Golett, Palpitoad, Krokorok, Excadrill
{H}istory: Clay grew up on the MooMoo Ranch in the Johto region with his aunt and uncle. He spent his time tending to the livestock and diligently working for the simple livelihood his family had pledged to. When he turned 10, he repressed interest in pokemon battling because, due to terminal illness, his aunt had to stay in bed all day and the farm simply could not suffer to lose another ranch hand. However, at age 16, his aunt had passed and his uncle too began to feel weary from age. So, Clay's father, an experienced trainer had come and brought him his first pokemon: A Wooper. The Wooper and Clay battled together and became fast and lifelong friends. They had experienced hardship, loss, success and evolution together, and after a year had persevered to win the pokemon league. From there, Clay moved on to see the world. He flew to the little-known province of Unova and started a life there. After finding Driftveil city, he was training with his old Wooper, now a Quagsire when he stumbled upon a treasure trove of diamonds and other jewels and started up his mining business. Clay soon became unbelievably wealthy and took it upon himself to protect the city he settled to. The townspeople revered him as a hero, and began calling him "the Miner King". Not long after that, he was unanimously elected gym leader when the Pokemon Association had decided to open a gym in Driftveil. One year later, Quagsire passed on.
{P}ersonality: Although Clay may come off as cold, he truly is a warm-hearted individual. He has merely seen so much and gathered so much wisdom in his life, that he has been stripped of all innocence and naivety. This is not to say that he does not have a pure heart, however. He is a humanitarian and a pokemoniatarian of sorts, he cares deeply about the people and pokemon around him, and is fully invested in the community. He never sports ulterior motives and is incredibly selfless. He despises cockiness and pretension and sees far too many young trainers whom wield it, and so has become accustomed to distrusting teenage challengers. Still, Clay is virtuous, chivalrous, and simple. He carries a southern drawl and a helpful, hardworking attitude.
{C}reator: Jigglygruff/Jack
{S}how me your skills: That familiar mechanical whir echoed down the cavernous hall of Clay's battleground. The large crash of the escalator's platform hitting the ground ricocheted from the sublime emeralds that jutted from the earth below the feet of the Miner King, and a trainer, no older that 14, stepped down from the steel pedestal to make his way to the gym leader's rocky throne. Clay stood up, intimidating not only the child, but the Servine that clung to his shoulder. "Three on three." Clay stated simply, and threw his monster ball into the still, cool air. The capsule exploded with a firework of light energy, materializing his Palpitoad in front of the challenger. The tadpole-like creature wobbled back and forth in a silly and immature manner, unable to take any situation seriously. "Cleatis here might be a bit unorthodox but even with that fancy grass type 'a yours I'm sure you'll find him to be quite a challenge."