Post by raedin on May 30, 2011 8:00:18 GMT -5
{N}ame: Lance, Champion of the Johto Region
{A}ge: 20
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Johto, Pokemon League
{B}irthdate: October 23, 1990
{T}rainer class: Champion
{P}okemon: Vulcon(Charizard), Trident(shiny Gyarados), Trigun(Hydreigon), Edge(Aerodactyl), Numa(Dragonite), Sandstorm(Flygon)
{H}istory: Lance, the now world renowned Dragon Master, was born in Blackthron City, which lies along the eastern boarder of the Johto region. Since his childhood, being from Blackthorn City, Lance has always had a fascination with the mighty Dragon types. He spent a lot of time in the Dragon's Den watching his family grow with Dragon pokemon, falling more in love with their majestic appearance and immense power every day. When it came time for him to start on his own journey, his grandfather, the elder of the Dragon's Den, gave him his very first Pokemon: a boy Dratini. His Dratini was a little wild at first, knowing it is a sacred creature, but soon lessened its temper after becoming much more confident in Lance's abilities. He named his Dratini Numa, feeling that it just "felt right". From then on, they conquered gym after gym, scaling the entire Johto and Kanto regions, making a name for himself. Every once in a while, he would return to Blackthorn to train with his grandfather, whom he would continuously grow more powerful with every battle. However, his greatest accomplishment came at the end of it all. He fought his way through the Elite 4, triumphed over the Champion and became the head of the Indigo Plateau. To this day, he still holds the revered title as champion, but he tends to roam the world in search of greater challenges.
{P}ersonality: He is seen as a cool tempered young man, and always tries to keep his own spirits up. However, contrary to that, he is quite full of himself at times, thinking much of his skills. His skills with women are his greatest vanity, as he can easily draw in women and sweep them off their feet with his cool demeanor. Also, he is very proficient in handling his temper, valuing patience above all traits. He believes that you can go through whatever challenge may present itself, taking a calm outlook on it will best rationalize your options. He likens this question to his experiences with women: If you run in an charge like a rampaging horde of Tauros, you will scare her away. You stay patient, mysterious like the elusive Mew. That way, you drive your prey to you, rather than the other way around.
{C}reator: Raedin
{S}how me your skills:Today was a day just like any other: The cool wind was blowing, the sun was beating down on the arena... You could almost hear the waterfalls crashing angrily in the caves of Victory Road. That is, of course, if you do not factor in the frustrated groaning of yet another pathetic challenger, thinking he could just waltz into my domain and take my title. "Numa, use Outrage and end this already" I say, boredom oozing out of my voice. Numa, my very most trusted companion, unleashes its might upon the challenger's Primeape, smashing it into the stadium ground, knocking it out. "Primeape! No!" He calls out in desperation, running to his Pokemon's side, calling it back into his Pokeball. It wasn't long before he was eclipsed by the silhouette of Numa, my own following closely behind. "How you made it this far is completely beyond my own comprehension. That, trainer, really is saying something. Come back when you have wisened up, you battle like an angry child. That was hardly worth a bead of sweat" I say, walking to my Dragonite, hopping on it's back. "My regards to your sister, she always was quite the looker" I say, quickly taking off into the air, leaving the beaten challenger to wallow in his despair as the Elite 4 escort him out. Perhaps they will give him some words of wisdom. But.. As we fly, I can't help but feel sorry for him. 'Was I too harsh? Did I go too hard on him?' I think. I quickly shake the thoughts from my head, feeling ridiculous. "No, I am the Champion. I say what a champion needs to say and nothing more. He was weak, and him reaching me must have been a fluke!" I say out loud, proudly calling out to the winds. "Come, Numa! It is time to search for a stronger trainer!" I call out to my friend, as he immediately catches the wind currents, blasting us through the razor tunnels and speeding into the distance.
{A}ge: 20
{G}ender: Male
{W}hereabouts: Johto, Pokemon League
{B}irthdate: October 23, 1990
{T}rainer class: Champion
{P}okemon: Vulcon(Charizard), Trident(shiny Gyarados), Trigun(Hydreigon), Edge(Aerodactyl), Numa(Dragonite), Sandstorm(Flygon)
{H}istory: Lance, the now world renowned Dragon Master, was born in Blackthron City, which lies along the eastern boarder of the Johto region. Since his childhood, being from Blackthorn City, Lance has always had a fascination with the mighty Dragon types. He spent a lot of time in the Dragon's Den watching his family grow with Dragon pokemon, falling more in love with their majestic appearance and immense power every day. When it came time for him to start on his own journey, his grandfather, the elder of the Dragon's Den, gave him his very first Pokemon: a boy Dratini. His Dratini was a little wild at first, knowing it is a sacred creature, but soon lessened its temper after becoming much more confident in Lance's abilities. He named his Dratini Numa, feeling that it just "felt right". From then on, they conquered gym after gym, scaling the entire Johto and Kanto regions, making a name for himself. Every once in a while, he would return to Blackthorn to train with his grandfather, whom he would continuously grow more powerful with every battle. However, his greatest accomplishment came at the end of it all. He fought his way through the Elite 4, triumphed over the Champion and became the head of the Indigo Plateau. To this day, he still holds the revered title as champion, but he tends to roam the world in search of greater challenges.
{P}ersonality: He is seen as a cool tempered young man, and always tries to keep his own spirits up. However, contrary to that, he is quite full of himself at times, thinking much of his skills. His skills with women are his greatest vanity, as he can easily draw in women and sweep them off their feet with his cool demeanor. Also, he is very proficient in handling his temper, valuing patience above all traits. He believes that you can go through whatever challenge may present itself, taking a calm outlook on it will best rationalize your options. He likens this question to his experiences with women: If you run in an charge like a rampaging horde of Tauros, you will scare her away. You stay patient, mysterious like the elusive Mew. That way, you drive your prey to you, rather than the other way around.
{C}reator: Raedin
{S}how me your skills:Today was a day just like any other: The cool wind was blowing, the sun was beating down on the arena... You could almost hear the waterfalls crashing angrily in the caves of Victory Road. That is, of course, if you do not factor in the frustrated groaning of yet another pathetic challenger, thinking he could just waltz into my domain and take my title. "Numa, use Outrage and end this already" I say, boredom oozing out of my voice. Numa, my very most trusted companion, unleashes its might upon the challenger's Primeape, smashing it into the stadium ground, knocking it out. "Primeape! No!" He calls out in desperation, running to his Pokemon's side, calling it back into his Pokeball. It wasn't long before he was eclipsed by the silhouette of Numa, my own following closely behind. "How you made it this far is completely beyond my own comprehension. That, trainer, really is saying something. Come back when you have wisened up, you battle like an angry child. That was hardly worth a bead of sweat" I say, walking to my Dragonite, hopping on it's back. "My regards to your sister, she always was quite the looker" I say, quickly taking off into the air, leaving the beaten challenger to wallow in his despair as the Elite 4 escort him out. Perhaps they will give him some words of wisdom. But.. As we fly, I can't help but feel sorry for him. 'Was I too harsh? Did I go too hard on him?' I think. I quickly shake the thoughts from my head, feeling ridiculous. "No, I am the Champion. I say what a champion needs to say and nothing more. He was weak, and him reaching me must have been a fluke!" I say out loud, proudly calling out to the winds. "Come, Numa! It is time to search for a stronger trainer!" I call out to my friend, as he immediately catches the wind currents, blasting us through the razor tunnels and speeding into the distance.