Post by Christoph Hayslip on Oct 6, 2009 22:12:12 GMT -5
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OOC Account:Quidnon
Age: 16
Activity Level: Moderate
Other Characters: None
Basic Character Information:
Name: Christoph Amadeus Hayslip
Alias: Chris
Gender:
Age: Eighteen
Alleigance: Other
Position: Employee, Kadabra-Abra Games
Species: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Hobbies:
- Caverns and Salemence (Pokemanz world version of D&D)
- ‘Modding’ old systems such as the Pokegear
Likes:
- Chocolate
- Energy Drinks
- Working on/ ‘modding’ old technology (mainly PokeGears)
- Psychic-type Pokemon
Dislikes ( WEAKNESSES):
- Organ Music
- Cigarette Smoke
- Electric-type Pokemon
- Really, really quiet places (More than organ music…)
Physical Appearance
Information:
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Chocolate brown
Height: Five feet, eleven inches
Build: Moderate, though due to his height he looks a bit on the scrawny side.
Other Appearance Information:
His hair is medium length and always messed up. His nose is dotted with small black-heads that make it look more like it’s dotted with dirt, though the rest of his face is clear. His skin color isn’t pale, but not exactly fair either.
Normally he wears short-sleeved polo shirts, most of them in darker colors, though his favorite shirt is a very dark green. He always has dark blue jeans on. He never wears shorts unless swimming, and even if he does the second he’s done he changes back into some sort of pants. This makes his legs paler than the rest of his body.
He always has a transparent red twenty-sided die hanging around his neck attached to a metallic silver chain. If you look close enough, he has scratched out the number 1.
Personal Related
Information:
Personality:
Around others he has a tendency to act a bit too happy, perhaps on the hyper side. This could be because of his overly optimistic outlook on those around him. He believes everyone should be happy, or at least a little more pleasant to each other, and so he tries to make others feel better. This gets annoying fast. Unlike his feelings toward other people, he feels as if he is a lesser person sometimes and other times as if he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. This tends to be shown as him either saying how much he believes he lacks in many things and makes him begin some sentences with, “What the hell am I saying?” before he begins to speak, or “It’s kinda easy, kid.” The only time it ever seems he’s just happy with who he is when he is in front of a computer or similar device and is trying to fix it or make it better, or when he is training with his Pokemon.
When talking to others he tries to treat them with the utmost respect like he used to back in the Ranger’s Union, but a year-or-so away from them made him pick back up his habit of calling everyone ‘Kid,’ regardless of age. If someone were to bring up the Ranger Union, he would probably talk for a while about something someone did back then or himself in some heroic fashion. Most of it is true, and while listening one might see him in a different light, but this light is gone now as if he left it in Fiore.
When alone, he is either yelling at himself or thinking about something. When yelling at himself, it’s usually in the mirror and not a literal yelling as much as a mumbling to himself about what he could’ve done better. He tends to be implosive. Hit the right spots and after a long time he’ll snap back, physically and mentally for a long, long time. Unlike most people who implode, he tends to be cunning as opposed to those who usually just ‘explode’ onto other people after a long time. He vents before sleeping, usually through listening to rock, talking to himself, or writing random things such as ideas for programs or future campaigns for “C&S”. If startled, his ‘flight or fight’ mechanism is usually set to ‘fight,’ and will nearly always result in an almost broken nose. As such, he’s not the greatest guy to surprise. And whatever the hell you do, don’t talk about his sister in any bad light.
History:
Chris was born on a small island far away from the hustle and bustle of the Pokémon leagues and even trainers to the point of the very thought of a Pokémon in a Pokéball was shunned. Fiore – Land of the Pokémon Ranger. His sister, seven years older than he, hated it as long as Chris could remember. During his living in Fiore nothing really happened. The most exciting events would be when a Pelipper tried to eat a wayward Treeko, or when a visiting trainer was thrown out of a town by an angry mob of citizens for having a spare Pokéball, with which his sister, Dakota, detested. This marked him as ‘The kid with the crazy sister’ in his hometown of Wintown.
His family was the picture-perfect family ‘until she totally screwed everything up,’ or at least according to his father. When Chris was 9, She decided to sail to Remoor to become a Pokemon trainer, though the extra rumors of some freakish one-of-a-kind cat Pokemon thing helped her decision to leave, along with her rather conservative views on Pokemon Training. Unacceptable to the father, dear old dad took out his anger on the rest of the family. To escape the hellhole he lived in, he started role playing, pretty much doing anything. His favorite game at the time being was the ever-so-popular ‘Caverns and Salamance.’ He kept in contact with his sister, cheering from miles away while his sister took on Remoor.
At least until the war broke out. On Fiore, Remoor didn’t get much of any press coverage, but Chris kept watching on the internet, seeing as he had lost contact with his sister. Trying to fill in gaps of his life, he started going into whatever his parents would let him, until he became entangled into the Ranger Union eventually. He continued to try to contact her, but he would not get any contact from her until 2 years after his beginnings in the Ranger Union and right after his promotion to rank 3.
“Is this Chris? Listen, Dak wanted me to tell you something. Before she left for… I don’t know. Just listen, man. She says she’s sorry about the past few years.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
Three months later he found someone crazy enough to get him to Remoor, though it cost a bit much. A bit more than much. Two months later, and an entire life savings, he was in Remoor with his old partner-in-crime, Ray. He had made preparations with many different people, even having an old friend smuggle a Pokeball into Fiore in order to blend in more in Remoor. Granted, it wasn’t anything like what the internet said. It was worse.
A year later and he’s still searching, unable to find a trace of his sister. Granted, he’s only looked in the citadel and the surrounding area, but that’s as far as he’s been able to bring himself to go. This wasn’t Fiore.
Nowadays he works at Kadabra-Abra games so he can live in a cheap apartment while he looks for his sister, albeit with less intention of finding her. All he wants to do now is save enough money to get out of Remoor and go back to Wintown. Granted, it’s a lot harder getting out than in it turns out…
Characters Pokemon:www.pokemonelite2000.com/sprites/plmfb/281.png
Name: Ray
Gender: Male
Species: Kirlia
Age: Five
Level: 27
Personality: Ray is known to be withheld compared to most Kirlia, not going out of his way due to emotion. Granted, if his trainer or one of his trainer’s closest friends is troubled emotionally, he’s usually by their side trying to cheer them up. As with most Kirlia he enjoys dancing, though he will normally never be seen dancing in public. He’s a bit of a mute by choice, though when he does say something it tends to be poetic in nature, or he says something because something scared the hell out of him.
Attacks:
- Confusion
- Teleport
- Calm Mind
- Magical Leaf
- Return
Role Playing
Sample:
Chris smiled and blankly looked as the man sitting next to him talked. Yeah, Rangers were a bunch of pansies, that’s for sure. That didn’t take away from the fact that he wanted to become one once-upon-a-time. Of course, that was a while ago before he realized he was being brainwashed with all the stuff that went on in Fiore. He smiled as the albino tried to redeem himself in case he was offensive. ”Yeah, it was pretty queer. Took a while before I realized it with all the crap the Ranger Union shoves in your face.” Christoph sipped the coffee, more using it as an air-freshener in the smoke-filled bar than anything, and continued to think about his predicament. He didn’t notice Thomas walking to the back room.
He turned back to look at Frost, smiling as he started saying all the bad things about it. Killed? There was no way. As for all the people coming in, blame the tourism industry. That’s usually why people would move to Wintown, though Christoph could never figure out why. Cold, cold, and more cold. Though, from what he heard, there was some decent snowboarding somewhere in the Sekra Mountains. Christoph started drinking the coffee again, getting used to the abnormally bitter taste. His thoughts ceased wandering as Frost dragged his finger across his throat. “Yeah. Really?” He said, before the man continued.
Well, I don’t meant to scare you, but it’s true. A lot of the people in this country aren’t exactly… Well, there’s a lot of sadistic psychopaths in Tsignia.
Christoph almost spit out his coffee, forcefully gulping it down before laughing his strangely psychotic laugh. He put his coffee down. Suddenly the events of the other day came rushing back to his head, and his body was automatically trying to defend itself from a threat that no longer existed. The volcano, the fact that that woman, that Jenna chick, had changed into a Pokemon right before his eyes, the cool clothes, The cursive ‘M’ on her necklace…
The cursive ‘M’ on his shirt…
“Yeah. I met one. We had a nice chat about the weather.” He continued to smile as he drank his coffee again, though on the inside he felt the same dread all over again. He pulled his mouth away from the cup to say, “And the Zodiac Killer, but I think that psycho was more interested in Jack the Ripper.” Arceus, her face was burned into his mind’s eye and it creeped Chris out a lot. He tried to return the conversation to a normal topic by saying, “Do me a favor and call me Chris. Christoph makes me feel like I should be in a prosecutor’s office or something…” Same line he said every time, but it was true.
(COPYPASTA’D)
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