Post by Morty / Riley / N on May 26, 2011 19:13:53 GMT -5
{N}ame: Morty
{A}ge: Twenty-two
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Ecruteak, Johto
{B}irthdate: February 26th, 1989
{T}rainer class: Gym Leader
{P}okemon: Drifblim, Sableye, Dusknoir, Mismagius, Gengar (x2)
{H}istory: Morty has always been a believer in self-determination-- if you work hard enough, you'll get it. Excelling in things most small children were struggling with at the time, he managed to wander into Ecruteak's Burnt tower a year or two after being able to balance on two legs. While most children would be in fear at the aesthetics of the place, Morty blended right in, often wandering back on his spare time as a child. There, he would stroll around and play with the few Gastlys wandering about (They had tried to scare the boy, but nothing seemed to work. So, naturally, they gave up).
His mother had left home shortly after Morty had become of age to not completely depend on her, leaving the boy be raised by his Grandfather. Never really a pessimist, even at such an early age, Morty thought of his mother's leave as no more than time doing it's work, and took it better than most. He gladly depended on himself, cleaning himself and getting to places on his own.
Growing up with his spirited Grandfather (Who was the current Ecruteak Gym Leader), his house was often littered with books older than the Earth itself. When he found that there was nothing to do on a thundery evening, he picked up on of the books with curiosity and began to read through the complicated dialect. From then on out, he became enthralled in the history of Ecruteak, Ho-oh, Lugia, and the Legendary dogs.
Setting out to learn more about these Pokemon, he would search Ecruteak's towers for clue, something that would provide substance to his curiosity. There, he encountered another devout enthusiast, Eusine. The two quickly bonded in a sibling relationship, both having a common goal.
When his grandfather passed away years later, Morty was unanimously chosen to succeed him. Perfectly filling his shoes, he vowed to become a renown trainer, so Ho-oh would appear to him.
{P}ersonality: Wise with words, but not reserved. Is usually humble and modest, but not afraid to crack a good-mannered joke or two. Serious with almost all that he does, but always has an absent-minded smile, unless he's concentrated. Usually seen daydreaming, or thinking to himself. He can be hard on himself, and a bit of a perfectionist.
{C}reator: Lynda. You probably know me as Brendan/Maylene on PT.
{S}how me your skills: It was odd seeing Ecruteak in the state that it was currently in-- people scrambling into their homes, shielding their line of sight with their frigid, ashen hands. Well, it was only a thunderstorm after all, but it seemed like one of the only things that could spur a quiet, secluded town into such silent chaos.
The dark, clouded sky seemed to pour into the candle-lit room as the older boy hesitantly slammed the door behind him, his head down in shivers. Longer, blonde hair matted his face, his eyes lidded as he took a moment to catch his breath. He snaked a calm hand up his neck and into his hair, flicking his blue headband onto the arm-chair near the door. The ancient man in the middle of the room didn't seem to break from his concentration. Morty knew that it was best not to say a word, kicking off his shoes. He gave his elder a curt nod as he glided past him, yet another absent-minded smile present.
Finally, he could feel the excitement surge into him. It was silly to get pumped over something as simple as a book, he admitted to himself, but he was no where near close to suppressing it. The door to his room seemed to open easier today, and the boy seemed to have to have pushed his way onto his bed; the wet hair in his eager eyes didn't help either. But, there it was.
Page after page of symbols and words, but so worth it.
{A}ge: Twenty-two
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Ecruteak, Johto
{B}irthdate: February 26th, 1989
{T}rainer class: Gym Leader
{P}okemon: Drifblim, Sableye, Dusknoir, Mismagius, Gengar (x2)
{H}istory: Morty has always been a believer in self-determination-- if you work hard enough, you'll get it. Excelling in things most small children were struggling with at the time, he managed to wander into Ecruteak's Burnt tower a year or two after being able to balance on two legs. While most children would be in fear at the aesthetics of the place, Morty blended right in, often wandering back on his spare time as a child. There, he would stroll around and play with the few Gastlys wandering about (They had tried to scare the boy, but nothing seemed to work. So, naturally, they gave up).
His mother had left home shortly after Morty had become of age to not completely depend on her, leaving the boy be raised by his Grandfather. Never really a pessimist, even at such an early age, Morty thought of his mother's leave as no more than time doing it's work, and took it better than most. He gladly depended on himself, cleaning himself and getting to places on his own.
Growing up with his spirited Grandfather (Who was the current Ecruteak Gym Leader), his house was often littered with books older than the Earth itself. When he found that there was nothing to do on a thundery evening, he picked up on of the books with curiosity and began to read through the complicated dialect. From then on out, he became enthralled in the history of Ecruteak, Ho-oh, Lugia, and the Legendary dogs.
Setting out to learn more about these Pokemon, he would search Ecruteak's towers for clue, something that would provide substance to his curiosity. There, he encountered another devout enthusiast, Eusine. The two quickly bonded in a sibling relationship, both having a common goal.
When his grandfather passed away years later, Morty was unanimously chosen to succeed him. Perfectly filling his shoes, he vowed to become a renown trainer, so Ho-oh would appear to him.
{P}ersonality: Wise with words, but not reserved. Is usually humble and modest, but not afraid to crack a good-mannered joke or two. Serious with almost all that he does, but always has an absent-minded smile, unless he's concentrated. Usually seen daydreaming, or thinking to himself. He can be hard on himself, and a bit of a perfectionist.
{C}reator: Lynda. You probably know me as Brendan/Maylene on PT.
{S}how me your skills: It was odd seeing Ecruteak in the state that it was currently in-- people scrambling into their homes, shielding their line of sight with their frigid, ashen hands. Well, it was only a thunderstorm after all, but it seemed like one of the only things that could spur a quiet, secluded town into such silent chaos.
The dark, clouded sky seemed to pour into the candle-lit room as the older boy hesitantly slammed the door behind him, his head down in shivers. Longer, blonde hair matted his face, his eyes lidded as he took a moment to catch his breath. He snaked a calm hand up his neck and into his hair, flicking his blue headband onto the arm-chair near the door. The ancient man in the middle of the room didn't seem to break from his concentration. Morty knew that it was best not to say a word, kicking off his shoes. He gave his elder a curt nod as he glided past him, yet another absent-minded smile present.
Finally, he could feel the excitement surge into him. It was silly to get pumped over something as simple as a book, he admitted to himself, but he was no where near close to suppressing it. The door to his room seemed to open easier today, and the boy seemed to have to have pushed his way onto his bed; the wet hair in his eager eyes didn't help either. But, there it was.
Page after page of symbols and words, but so worth it.