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Post by Ryan Mitchell on Nov 28, 2009 19:54:25 GMT -5
The Player:
OOC Account: Moo the quacking COW! Age: 18 Activity Level: ...xD Other Characters: Frai Kurusa
Basic Character Information:
Name: Ryan Mitchell Alias: Ry Gender: male Age: twenty two Alleigance: Rangers Position: rookie Species: human Sexuality: homosexual
Hobbies:- reading / writing
- training
- staying out of the way
- observing others from afar
Likes:- to be quiet
- to apologize
- friends
- open mindedness
Dislikes ( WEAKNESSES):- large crowds
- being brave
- human contact
- rude people
- speaking aloud
Physical Appearance Information:
Hair Color: black Eye Color: silver Height: 6'2" Build: effeminate & slightly curved
Other Appearance Information: Ryan's appearance and personality clash. His entire outfit always is extremely loud and in your face -- his flamboyancy flows through the makeup he puts on his eyes, which is normally a dark shade to bring out the argent color in his irises. His hair is jet black, contrasting with the pale tint on his skin. A few strands are dyed a bright blue on the right side of his hair, and it is normally swept back with the rest. He spikes it in the back and lets the longer strands hang in his eyes as bangs. His smile, though extremely rare, is wide and very contagious if you're ever lucky enough to see it.
His figure is effeminate, to say the least. Curves that probably shouldn't be there are accentuated through the skin-tight shirts and jeans he wears. Normally, his jeans are accentuated with studded belts or chains of some sort, but if he feels that he needs to "dress up" for a certain occassion, he will by wearing a simple tuxedo. He'll sometimes wear a powder blue dress shirt underneath, but normally it would be white in color. He adores wearing necklaces, and they commonly rest in great multiples around his neck.
Personal Related Information:
Personality: Ryan's extremely loud outward appearance would make one think his personality was just as in your face, but in reality, it's the exact opposite. Ryan can barely talk to someone without turning completely red in the face. His shyness makes it nearly impossible to talk to him -- if he is indeed brave enough to talk to someone, it would most likely be stammered out to the point where what he was trying to say would be either inaudible or choked out. It might make him look like a fool, but Ryan's intelligence is actually much farther than what his speech implies. His mind works so fast that he can't even really get words out quickly enough.
He despises anything that resembles conflict, which makes him a pushover. He would much rather walk away from an argument than actually confront someone. He was always fresh meat for bullies to pick on in high school, and based on how he would always shoulder the blame for his younger sister when he still lived at home, he finds himself being a scapegoat for the people he loves.
If you happen to be lucky enough to break through Ryan's shell and bring him out more, he can be a very fun person to be around. If he's around friends that he trusts, he will slowly come out of himself and joke around. However, this is an extremely rare thing to see if you haven't worked extremely hard at being gentle with him. He will only sink back into himself if you even jokingly make fun of him because his self esteem is so extremely low.
History: Born in the middle of a turmoil, Ryan was kept out of the tension between the different regions for most of his early life. When he turned four, however, a hostile takeover soon began of many important industries. The power plant where Ryan's father worked was quickly swept away by the power-hungry Pravus, causing him to lose his job. This was around the time when Allison, his little sister, was born. With two children to support and a father with no job, their mother was desperate and began to throw herself into different contests here and there to make some extra money. Ryan became immersed with the beauty and delicacy of contest showing, and soon he felt a burning designer to be a coordinator. His heart burned whenever he saw a routine -- he could feel the excitement roll off of the stage and seep into his soul. Never had he wanted something more.
So, when Ryan was nine years old, he was given his first Pokemon, a small Abra he nicknamed Soin, meaning "care" in his favorite language, French. He took good care of him, quickly teaching him different techniques and pretty moves he could use to show off in a contest. That was when Mewtwo started it all -- back in Kanto, a ruckus was soon being caused, spreading all the way to Remoor in rumors. Two years later, fears were confirmed, and Mewtwo made his way to Remoor, bringing his shroud of death with him. Ryan was eleven at the time, and Allison was seven. Ry felt the need to protect Alli from everything, and so they became closer than ever during this time of turmoil and fear.
They stayed close together for that amount of time, but when Ryan was sixteen, a war slowly began to brew. With his parents wanting more money and wanting Ry to make a name for himself, they whisked him away to join the Rangers, a group of technologically-slow trainers who wanted to make a difference. Fighting began to break out all across Remoor, and Ryan began to be trained ruthlessly. He was given a Scareblur along with his Abra to try and help him toughen up a bit, but to no avail. Ry was just not cut out for training to battle. He wanted to be a showman, a coordinator. This much was clear, and when the war began, they kept Ryan away, making him stationed at the sidelines to do mundane tasks.
When Ry turned eighteen, the war finally ended. That was when he met Feu, his Cyndaquil. He stayed far away from the rebellion and the drama with Reid, merely because he was afraid of getting into trouble. He's still a rookie today, but he's been working very hard, lately, and should be getting better soon...
Characters Pokemon:
Name: Soin Gender: male Species: Abra Age: 10 Level: 13 Personality: Calm, cool, and collected, Soin is much better off than poor Ryan. He is one to stand up to a challenge, with aplomb, of course. His elegance and style during battle is much more suited, it seems, for contests. However, once Ryan was thrust into the world of battling, Soin had to quickly learn how to tone down his beauty and up his attack. He is kind, but a little bit off-putting -- his eyes are always shut, after all, and his vibe is just slightly creepy. Attacks:
- Teleport
- Fire Punch
- Psychic
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Name: Peur Gender: male Species: Scareblur Age: 3 Level: 11 Personality: Timid and shy Scareblur he is, but Peur won't let that stop him from trying to act tough. Smack talk and potty mouth aside, Peur is a giant coward who likes to show off. Not as strong as he says, of course, he nags Ryan to train him constantly so he can get better, but when Ry finally gets around to doing it, Peur is much too frightened of attacking to really get too many levels up. He tends to be a little on the slow side in the intelligence department. He's extremely insecure about his mask, and he fusses with it constantly. Attacks:
- Scratch
- Defense Curl
- Quick Attack
- Toxic
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Name: Feu Gender: female Species: Cyndaquil Age: 1 Level: 10 Personality: Shy and stuttering, Feu is almost a complete clone of Ryan. Feur hates being around anyone but Ry -- she's still getting used to Soin and Peur. She always has a need to be out of her pokeball and held close to Ry's chest for comfort. She doesn't talk much, and when she does, her voice is high and squeaky. She's uncertain about her power and attacks, but hopefully with Ryan's guidance, she'll break more out of her shell. Attacks:
- Tackle
- Leer
- Smokescreen
- Ember
- Sunny Day
- Dig
Role Playing Sample:
--- God, it smelled like sweat and sex in here. And, now that Ry knew what both of those smelled like (the latter making a small smirk appear on his face before disappearing just as quickly), he had to swallow thickly and take a deep breath so he didn't choke on it. He was used to the sickly sterile smell of the hospital, not this... this... raunch. He had no other way of describing it. "Raunch" wasn't even a real word, but it was all he could really think of. It smelled so stiflingly terrible in here that he would have left if it weren't for the music.
--- The music... ah, the music. It was enough for him to suffer through a ton of annoying gyrations and body rolls and grinding sessions. Biting on his bottom lip, he watched the jazz players ooze their enthusiasm through their instruments. It was nice to see that such feeling was produced anymore, let alone used for the entertainment of others... not like this crowd really cared. Further highlighting this fact was one girl in particular who decided to sleaze her way through the crowd before -- wait -- wait wait wait why was she stopping at his table -- A wave of panic overtook him, and he sank a little in his chair, as if his flamboyant, six-foot-two frame would just blend right in with the red of the upholstery. Swallowing thickly, he averted his gaze from her -- maybe if she didn't see him looking, she'd go away...? This is how Ry always was around people. He couldn't stand human contact...
--- Wetting his lips and seeing that the girl didn't really seem to be leaving, he looked up and tried to keep the smell out of his nostrils. She was drunk, clearly. She had that glazed-over look, the swaggering stature... And how she slurred out her words before it looked like she was about to vomit... these were signs that the whole human race knew, not just doctors. He coughed a little and squirmed in his seat, feeling a strong flush rise on his cheeks. "H-hello -- w-wha -- " he stammered out before squeaking loudly as she sat on him. Contact contact contact, the panicked claustrophobic thought to himself before he squirmed some more, trying his damndest to get out of this girl's grip. She was holding fast, though, and the way she was straddling him made him feel trapped. Oh, God, what if... what if Keith came in to see this?! His eyes widened. No no no, this couldn't happen, not even if it was potentially rape... it couldn't look this way, not for anyone. "G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-get -- g-getoffofmeplease -- " he squeaked pathetically, staring up at her through panicked, argent eyes, his hands moving to his sides to brace himself and try and get away. She commented idly on the quality of the music, and from what he could hear from the headphones lying on her chest, she didn't really know what music even was. His eyes narrowed a tad, and he bit down on his lip, squirming more to try and get away fro --
--- His eyes widened again at the sudden heave, and his doctor-brain knew exactly what was coming next. She vomited all over his jacket, and surprisingly enough, it didn't make him sick in the slightest. He had looked at worse on his scrubs than that. He had endured the horrid stench of burned, melted human skin, and that smell was even worse than the smell of what was happening at that moment. He looked up at her and felt his eye twitch a little, and he quickly grabbed a few napkins to wipe himself off. His hand trembled as he tried to think of a way to weasel himself out of her grip and get the hell out of this bar. Of course, nothing was really coming to mind, and he stared at her almost helplessly. "Y-y-y-you -- urh -- uh, um, aherm -- y-you sh-should g-g-g-go clean up --" he squeaked finally. And let me clean up, too, so I can flee this place...
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