Daniel Howlett...

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The Player:

OOC Account: AstralFire
Age: 20
Activity Level: Active.
Other Characters: None.

Basic Character Information:

Name: Daniel Howlett.
Alias: Dingo
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Alleigance: Neutral.
Position: N/A
Species: Human.
Sexuality: Asexual.


Hobbies:

• Collecting banana recipes.
  
• Reading history books.
  
• Sending e-mails.
  

Likes:

• Bananas.
  
• All kinds of history.
  
• Not having to go outside often.
  

Dislikes:

• People with no sense of humor.
  
• Pokemon.
  
• Meat.
  

Physical Appearance
Information:

Hair Color: Fuschia.
Eye Color: Blue.
Height: 5’9”
Build: Slim.

Other Appearance Information: The most notable thing about Daniel is the color of his hair. Laying messily atop Daniel’s skull is a head full of fuchsia-colored (yes, fuchsia) locks. Its style is shaped somewhat like a fashionable mullet, with the top layers being razored short and the bottom layers spilling just over his shoulders. The eyes in his head are bright blue and large, though usually they are hidden behind the fringe of hair dangling in front of his face. Lodged through his pink tongue is a silver bar pierced there on a whim. Overall, Daniel is fairly attractive in his own way. He’s not too tall, nor too skinny, though he is slim and doesn’t have too much muscle. His complexion is good and the only misshaped scar he has is one that starts at his right shoulders and trickles over to his backside.


Personal Related Information:
Personality: First and foremost, Daniel is absolutely terrified of pokemon in any form. From the cute and adorable Cleffa to the majestic and scary Giratina, he will immediately get cold feet when faced with pokemon. Screaming like a girl, running away, climbing whatever is closest, and hiding are only some of the things he’s been known to do when coming face-to-face with pokemon.

Not to be underestimated, Daniel has, in fact, been known to keep his composure sometimes. Pokemon do not initially send Daniel into a horrified rampage, though he is instantly anxious and fidgety in their presence. Staying as far away from them as possible ensures that he won’t become a victim of accidents, regardless of the strange looks he’d receive taking the longest route to a destination. Being nervous is almost always a part of his disposition, but only because pokemon are so abundant these days that one cannot even walk down the street without running into one.

Despite all of the ill effects that pokemon have on him, Daniel is actually a calm, curious, and humorous boy. After getting to know him and getting past the irrational fear of the creatures of the pokeworld, a person will be able to see the banana-loving jokester that lies beneath. With everything else, Daniel is laid-back and hates getting into confrontations of any kind. (Most have gotten him snapped at, or clawed, or pecked, or squashed.)

Being called Dingo has no bad effects on his mood and, quite frankly, he likes that name better than his real one. Reading about any history he can has become almost like a personal goal from him. Though he doesn’t understand the reason himself, reading about history distracts him from thinking about his own past and the various mishaps that constituted for his pokephobia. His banana fetish just happened gradually due to his dislike of meats, which he singles out to be because it “looks funny.” Actually, Daniel abhors meat solely for the fact that, deep down, he believes if he eats it, the pokemon will all become angry and seek revenge on him.

Daniel’s cute in his own way, but no one ever said he was sane.


History: When Daniel was five, his parents took him and some friends on a trip to the park for a picnic. The entire time that they played around the little stream nearby, a Combee watched him and the others from the bushes with its three smiling faces. Of course, being a curious child, he noticed the pokemon and took up some timid fun and games with it. His friends joined in soon after. “Hey, Dingo!” they jeered at him. “This Combee is fun, right?” Meeting pokemon never posed any problem for the goofily smiling, dog-faced Daniel.

Hide and seek, however, would be one of the last games he ever played with any pokemon.

It was after eating with his family and friends that Daniel found himself stumbling through the brush lining the edge of the park, searching for the hiding Combee. It was odd to learn that the bee had hidden so well… its slightly, bigger-than-normal size should have easily given it away, even in the hidden spaces of bushes and trees. Most importantly, the humming of its wings should have been a clue as to where it was located. Soon, Daniel found the Combee, though it wasn’t what he had expected or wanted.

Rounding a bend quickly on his hunt, Daniel slammed head-first into the surprised, triple-faced Combee buzzing just on the other side of the shrubs. What ensued after was a park filled with the terrified and pained screams of a little boy.

Later, Daniel found himself being treated in the hospital for a bee sting. Thinking back now, he could remember the three, very sad faces of the Combee buzzing near the bush. Those faces, unfortunately, would do nothing to gloss over the horrific incidents that would shape his pokephobia.

Growing up, Daniel ran into more occurrences of pokemon who accidentally happened to torment him in some way. At nine, he was bitten by a Seviper. At twelve, he had a Geodude fall on him. At thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen, he got caught in a Spinarak’s web, was kicked by a Hitmonlee, and gooed on by a Grimer, respectively. On his seventeenth birthday, he was thrown from the back of a Gyarados. By eighteen he had been stalked by a Bonsly, fell on a Sandslash, almost drowned by a Magikarp, had his eardrums blown from a Jigglypuff, been sprayed by a Skuntank, electrocuted by a Pikachu, been head-butted by a Cranidos, and pecked by a Pidgey.

All of this on top of the war that broke out between the two factions, getting his family caught up in the midst of it. It’s really no wonder he was dreading his twentieth birthday. And here he thought that all of the pokemon would be obliterated by the fighting.

How wrong could he get.

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Role Playing
Sample:

Irritation was overflowing inside him, especially when he caught the damn Frenchman trying his best not to break out in laughter--he knew exactly what it was about, too: his height. It was funny from a bystanders view, but Westley was seriously not laughing. There was no joy or mirth on his face at all. His eyes were dark, brows knitted, and jaw clenched. He could have punched the living daylights out of the French pansy if he had it in him... but he was a fencer, not a boxer. The energy of his animation gift was going a bit bonkers from his anger, but there was nothing really that he was able to animate in the vicinity, other than small things, which would only give a miniscule flutter of life before fading back to normal.

"You still mock me?!" he cried. "After all I've said! You can't fool anyone, you French onion! I know what you're smirking about! I know exactly--and it not only is impolite, but foolish, if you knew what was good for you... Nnn... I would give you exactly what you deserve if it were not for--"

No time now. The door had been fuddled open (much to his very surprise) and the two of them were promptly going right on out of the room to the hallway floor. Why thank you, he would've thought to say sarcastically if he could, for digging your French claws into my shirt and yanking me onto the floor as well.

He didn't even see Miss Beau and the boy, Pepper, standing just in the hall with their wide, shocked gazes as the two of them spilled out into the floor.

He landed right on top of the damn French dog, too, as much as he loathed it. He gave a sharp exhale of an oof, wind likewise being knocked from his chest at the impact of slamming the skinny elements teacher.

And... that's when everything went snowballing downhill. Not only was he might-as-well-have-been-naked, but Henri, too, was half-naked and now he was on top of the Frenchman, hips between his knees and thighs and his chest splayed down over the other male's, leaving them (God forbid) inches apart when it came to their faces so his warm, surprised breath could blow right over Henri's jaw.

He couldn't help it--a dark scarlet heat rose up over his entire tanned, scarred face. His lips moved, but nothing came out of it but a stammer of horror.

He wobbled, then yanked his chest up off the Frenchman, eyes revealing the fright from their fall, then their position, and Henri's now flushed face--he could have screamed--and he almost did when he lifted his head and his dark eyes to the very angry woman who was now standing over them... who was now duplicating. That was a very pissed maid x 2, plus a highly revolted, shocked little red-headed boy. Thank God he was high enough up to not have spotted any of the woman's undergarments; he didn't think his face could get any darker than it already was.

"M-Miss Beau," he stuttered, trying (but failing) to regain his regal composure. "It's not what you think!" was, of course, the very first thing he said. "It's not what you think at all--this French swine--"

His voice hitched in his throat suddenly. By God, he had utterly forgotten the origins of this woman herself; FRANCE went off in his head, lit up like a neon sign. "This man has attempted to disgrace me and I was trying to spare my honor!"

Well, he had to think of something to explain their current position on the hallway floor.

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[Feather]

Heheh--Someone with poke-phobia! Finally <3 -- I love the character Dingo dear--and he is approved. You have a seperate account for yourself right? for psoting in general boards and such? If not make one--Daniel is still approved regardless.

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Yes, yes, I do have one!

Thanks for the approval! 8)