Post by W O L F on Mar 20, 2008 10:46:52 GMT 10
-----TRAINER TEMPLATE-----
Name:
009-S01-S98
Nickname:
Nine
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Race:
Pokemorph - Skarmory
Hometown:
Windswept Heights
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual
Allegiance:
Team Pravus
Personality:
» Nine is god's gift to the world, no, the universe. Or, at least that's the way he sees it. Honestly, he doesn't seem like the self-obsessed type, but he does a good job hiding it. If Nine happens to catch his reflection in a mirror, he has to stop for a second and study his features for a second or two. Sometimes his Pokemon will actually have to drag him away. He'll often joke around with his friends about how sexy his is, and while he seems to be joking he does believe that he's pretty sexy. Narcissism might not be the right words to describe him, though, something along the lines of a cocky, arrogant, jerk might be more appropriate.
» Nine has never tried to hide his personality from anyone, he follows the "just be yourself" rule to a "T". He'll always act according to his mood, if he's grouchy, hyper, or depressed that's exactly how his friends will see him. Nine hasn't found a reason to try and hide his personality from the people around them, because he can't stand being something he's not. It might come from being a PokeMorph, as Nine has grown used to living as a freak. Not to mention that the way he dresses doesn't seem to help the matters.
Hobbies:
» Listening to music, mainly rap and hip-hop
» Reading very thick books, though they must be paperbacks
Physical Appearance:
» Nine likes to think that he has style, though the idea definitely presents an argument. He dresses like a punk, complete with a checkered shirt, black jeans, an earring and skater shoes. To be more exact, black jeans that are slightly tighter than normal jeans, but not tight enough to make them look like actual skinny jeans, a pink and black checkered t-shirt, one golden earring in his left ear and white Vans for shoes.
» To complete the punk look, Nine's hair is pink, but it's not dyed. Unfortunately for the Skarmory Morph, pink is his natural hair colour. Yes, Nine gets teased about it a lot but he's learnt to live with the jests and, though he won't tell anyone, he does like the colour of his hair. Occasionally, Nine will take the time to style his hair but, this process promises the use of a lot of hair gel, so he doesn't usually bother. When he does, his hair ends up in either a mohawk or spikes.
---Pokemon, Items, & History---
Pokemon:
N/A
Items:
N/A
History:
» When Nine was born, his name wans't Nine, it was Alexander Devan Cross. He grew up dubbed with the name Xander, which he was perfectly fine with. He had two younger siblings, a sister named Scout and a brother named Christopher.
» Xander had a perfectly normal upbringing. His siblings were annoying as hell and his parents were singling him out as the bad child, blaming him for everything. The kids at school were bullies and his friends were backstabbers. Perfectly normal, no? Well, it was when Xander was 14 years-old that he decided being human wasn't good enough
» He wanted to be different.
» He wanted to stand out.
» Too bad he didn't know what he was getting into. At the time, Xander's family lived in Windswept Heights and the young teen found it surprisingly easy to get into contact with Team Pravus. They agreed to use Xander in their experiment and to turn him into a Pokemorph, though they didn't say what kind of Pokemorph or how painful the procedure would be.
» Luckily, it wasn't very painful. Unluckily, something, somewhere went wrong and the boy lost all his memories. He christened himself with the name Nine, the first letter (other than zero) on his dog tag. He was soon released into the Remoor Region as a Skarmorpy Pokemorph, with the duty to begin a journey through the region and defeat the gyms.
» Oh, and did I mention that this ambitious Morph's only goal is to get a high ranking among Team Pravus? Well, if I didn't, there you go.
--- Sample Post ---
Sample Post:
From Torrenta, where I play the same character, except with a few differences
Maude's eyes gleamed crimson in sunlight that shone through the leafy canopy of the Garda Tree. She prowled around the base of the tree, her ears straight and stiff, her tail slowly waving, and her inch-long nails extended as long as they'd go. The Espeon Morph was alone, completely and utterly alone. "Just as it should be," The thought flashed across her mind as she strode around the impossibly thick trunk of the tree. A memory surfaced, one of the best ones, and a face was revealed before the entire picture was banished from her head. "No! I'm going soft!" Maude told herself angrily, shaking her head violently.
The Morph's internal struggle was surfacing again, as strong as it ever was, but right now her dark side was the strongest. Meaning that anyone who was loitering around the Garda Tree at the time could be in serious danger. Maude lifted her head and inhaled deeply before muttering, "Rain," And continuing around the tree. For a moment she contemplated climbing it and seeing what Pokemon she could find among it's thick limbs and huge, sheltering leaves, but decided against it as she heard a twig snap and something rustle just around the bend. All her instincts focused on whatever made the sound, and a part of her desperately hoped it was already gone.
However, Nine was still standing there when Maude spied him, looking as oblivious as always. He was holding a miniscule screwdriver, fixing something in his bionic arm. It seemed that the Skarmory Morph was having a lot of problems with that arm lately, most likely because he forgot that he shouldn't touch Electric Pokemon. That was unfortunate for him, as his first Pokemon was a Mareep, an Electric-type, and they were good companions. Or so Nine liked to think. If you asked Lucifer, he would probably give you a different answer.
"Easy prey," Maude supressed the loud purr that threatened to rumble in her throat and attacked. She was behind Nine, and hence had the advantage of surprise. Her right arm wrapped around his throat in attempt to cut off his air supply while her left hand ripped at chest. A yowl escaped her lips as she tightened her hold and prepared to dig her claws into Nine's skin and rip out his heard. But the other Morph wasn't going to go down without a fight. His body gave a buck as he tried to, unsucessfully, throw her off. His hand grabbed at the arm that was slowly tightening around his throat, choking him, and he fought to pull it away so he could breath again.
"It's over, give up," A soft voice whispered sweetly in Nine's ear and he suddenly gave a low gasp of pain as her claws sunk even further into his skin. "I'll rip out you intestines, slowly, so you can watch me do it, then I'll carve out your chest like a Halloween jack'o'lantern." But Maude didn't get that far, suddenly a harsh, metallic sound reached her sensitive ears and a shudder wracked her body. Like fingernails on a chalkboard, Maude's nails had scraped against Nine's metal bones and had the same effect. The Espeon Morph lost her grip entirely and fell back into the dust, leaving Nine to go free.
He whirled around, his eyes blazing with fury, his arm already transformed into a gun and held ready. "You'll pay for that, bitch!" Nine snarled, and took a lurching step closer to the fallen girl. His shirt hung in tatters around his body and was stained dark from the blood that flowed from the gaping wound in his chest. The hair on the back of his neck rose in anticipation, causing him to hesitate, which was his only mistake. Maude's leg struck out, sending Nine to the ground face first. She tackled him, wrapping both hands around his throat to strangle him.
Yet, with all her psychic senses, the Espeon Morph didn't see what was comnig. The lust for blood was too strong and everything was cloudy. Nine's wickedly sharp wings suddenly spanned, catching Maude and cutting her across her body, almost to the point where one couldn't recognize her. She lay in the grass, fatally wounded, the ruby glow in her eyes dying. The Skarmory Morph stood, breathing heavily, and cast only one glance at the Espeon Morph before flapping his wings and shooting into the air.
Maude gasped for breath as she fought to stay breathing, fought to stay alive. But she knew her attempts were futile, she was going to die. All that time trying to control her dark side and it was now the reason she was lying here, knocking on death's door. "Jozeffu... I'm sorry!" She cried out in anguish, wishing desperately that she could have controlled herself. And then, she simply died. Her eyes glazed over, still open and staring, while the last of her blood soaked the grass around her.