Post by Brynn on Feb 20, 2008 1:06:02 GMT 10
Name: Tristan ‘Tris' Skeldale
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Pokemorph - Chatot
Hometown: Sky Reach City
Sexual Preference: Straight
Personality: Tris is a very social man who attends everything from formal parties to rowdy keggers. He is an old-fashioned flirt who will woo with gentle words and flowers. Make no mistake though, he's a dog. Tris has, on more than one occasion invoked the fury of the woman on his arm by chasing after a new piece of eye-candy. His co-workers rarely see him work, yet he usually has things done on time. On those times he fails to finish something, he uses his disarmingly charming nature and silver tongue to talk his way out of trouble and keep his job.
He has a touch of a prankster in him, harmless tricks that will sometimes leave your heart racing. Most of his tricks are done over the phone, using his uncanny ability of mimicking the voices of other people. If not for his utter lack of ambition he would have risen quickly in the ranks of Team Pravus. He is content with his position of Field Scientist, for he is allowed to wander and meet new women while leaving previous flings behind and indulge in his fondness for drink with few, if any, repercussions.
Hobbies: Drinking, attending parties, womanizing, gamble and voice imitations
Physical Appearance:
Standing at a respectable 5' 10", Tris's blue eyes and dirty blond hair are a devastating combination that draw the female eye. At 207 pounds, he has a bit of a paunch around his belly that he works hard to keep under control, lest his girth become like that of his older brother Siegfried. Around the office he's most commonly seen with brown trousers, black penny loafers, a green woolen vest over a light cotton shirt beneath his lab coat and, more often than not, a muted maroon tie. He takes pride in his appearance and thus goes to extraordinary lengths, for a man, to ensure his clothes remain clean and in good condition.
Expanding from the hairline at the back of his neck, his skin darkens noticeably, becoming almost gray. This discolouration covers the entire expanse of his back before abruptly stopping above his buttock. His legs are a pale, almost yellow from top of the thigh to bottom of the foot, as though he was jaundiced. Tris is a pokemorph, a Chatot, and the strangely coloured skin of his back and legs, if ever seen, would betray that.
As a Chatot, he allows his instincts to guide him and keep his feathers immaculate. The only thing that sets him apart from wild chatot is the gleam of intelligence in his eyes.
Pokemon:
Nickname: none
Species: Nidorino
Level: 25
Appearance:
Personality: Nidorino's almost as lazy as his trainer. It takes sufficient motivation (bribery) to get him fighting. But when he does fight he gives it his all. Nidorino's very fond of Quilava, he fights just to show her how strong he is.
Attacks:
Nickname: none
Species: Quilava (f)
Level: 24
Appearance:
Personality: Quilava reminds Tristan strongly of his brother. She's somewhat forgetful while being utterly confidant that her memory is perfect. Her temper, when aroused, is something to be feared for she will rant and yell, loudly. Quilava is perfectly aware that Nidorino likes her, but she pretends otherwise because she doesn't want a relationship.
Attacks:
Nickname: none
Species: Espearth (m)
Level: 25
Appearance:
Personality: Espearth likes seeing his friends happy and wouldn't presume to interfere in their lives unless invited. Anyone else, though, is fair game. He's surprisingly nosy for his species, although he's subtle about it. He is used often by Tris to woo women with his soft eyes and inquisitive nature.
Attacks:
Items:
Name: 3 Max Potion
Effect: Restores all HP to one pokemon
Name: 3 Full Heal
Effect: Cures one pokemon of any status effect
Name: 5 Great Ball
Effect: x1.5 chance of catching a pokemon than a standard pokeball
Name: Coin case
Effect: Used for storing game corner coins.
History:
The mother of Tris and Siegfried is a sweet woman, if a little overbearing at times. Working as a receptionist at a large company she makes enough to comfortably support the three of them in a high-rise condo. The less said of his father, the better, because the senior Mr. Skeldale let his gambling get the better of him and he ... ‘disappeared'. It was really no great loss to Tris and his brother, the sight of their father was a rare thing and they learned to do without him. Their mother, however, bore a good deal of attachment and the transition to single, working mother was physically easy, but emotionally difficult.
The coming of college age saw a Tris and Siegfried drifting apart as they chose different paths to tread. Siegfried, the honest if somewhat forgetful young man that he was, selected pokemon medicine. Once he graduated he opened a private clinic in the heart of Sky Reach city and pandered to the beloved pets of 9 to 5 working condo-dwellers. Tris however, found himself far more taken by the science of pokemon behaviour. Such as how much was instinct and how much was taught, nature vs nurture. The DNA of pokemon, the secrets it held! Tris often wondered how his brother could not be the least bit curious while leading such a mundane life.
Tris's documents listing his impressive academia set the recruiter of Team Pravus almost drooling and all but guaranteeing his desired position of a Field Scientist. Money truly was a great motivator and the pay offered by Pravus for members of his qualifications was impressive. The perks were excellent too, he could do whatever he wanted when he wasn't on assignment and to make his work easier, he'd consented to becoming a pokemorph so he could study natural behaviour uninfluenced by a human presence. Oh the things he'd create, he'd discover! All without threat of censure! It was thus that he settled in quite well and was quite content with his cushy position in Team Pravus.
Spud cringed. He knew he'd screwed up. He looked at Brynns' eyes, unhidden by the glasses to try and determine her mood. Fear. Her clouded eyes shine with a thin layer of if. Her scent is a strange mix of agitation and calm. <She's trying not to reveal how vulnerable she feels she is in front of the meowth!> He realized as her eyes closed and she put him on the ground.
"Fuzz, go find mah glasses." She said. What Brynn didn't know was that Fuzz had already set out for them but hadn't reached them before the meowth had.
<I got the shiny.> Meowth gloated before jumping clear. <What are they anyway...?>
Fuzz's fur puffed out as he postured threateningly. <Drop 'em! They're not yours!> Brat came up behind meowth and loomed menacingly. Spud stayed with Brynn and watched her take in everything around her.
Brynn had closed her eyes and folded her arms across her chest to stop herself from sticking her arms out in front of her and groping about blindly. Never mind the fact that she practically was. She wouldn't show weakness! Not in front of a wild pokemon, that was just asking for trouble. Her ears strained to catch the sound of Fuzz's squeaky calls of "Sen, sentret!", the smug tone of "Meowth, meow." and Brat's heavy breathing. No one was moving and she hadn't heard the glasses get crunched so that left one option. The meowth had them.
She knew Spud hadn't move from his spot and that everyone else was just off to the right. The tension in the air was thick enough for her to feel it, an all out brawl wasn't far off. If she got a good loud growl out of Spud, would that startle the meowth long enough for Fuzz to grab her glasses and run? She didn't have a spare pair, she needed those.
"Spud." She said quietly. Spud lightly butted her leg, he'd heard her. "Growl. Nice an' loud."
He looked at her for a moment, wonder what she had in mind before he shrugged and took in a great big lungful of air.
<GRRRRRRRRR!>
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Pokemorph - Chatot
Hometown: Sky Reach City
Sexual Preference: Straight
Personality: Tris is a very social man who attends everything from formal parties to rowdy keggers. He is an old-fashioned flirt who will woo with gentle words and flowers. Make no mistake though, he's a dog. Tris has, on more than one occasion invoked the fury of the woman on his arm by chasing after a new piece of eye-candy. His co-workers rarely see him work, yet he usually has things done on time. On those times he fails to finish something, he uses his disarmingly charming nature and silver tongue to talk his way out of trouble and keep his job.
He has a touch of a prankster in him, harmless tricks that will sometimes leave your heart racing. Most of his tricks are done over the phone, using his uncanny ability of mimicking the voices of other people. If not for his utter lack of ambition he would have risen quickly in the ranks of Team Pravus. He is content with his position of Field Scientist, for he is allowed to wander and meet new women while leaving previous flings behind and indulge in his fondness for drink with few, if any, repercussions.
Hobbies: Drinking, attending parties, womanizing, gamble and voice imitations
Physical Appearance:
Standing at a respectable 5' 10", Tris's blue eyes and dirty blond hair are a devastating combination that draw the female eye. At 207 pounds, he has a bit of a paunch around his belly that he works hard to keep under control, lest his girth become like that of his older brother Siegfried. Around the office he's most commonly seen with brown trousers, black penny loafers, a green woolen vest over a light cotton shirt beneath his lab coat and, more often than not, a muted maroon tie. He takes pride in his appearance and thus goes to extraordinary lengths, for a man, to ensure his clothes remain clean and in good condition.
Expanding from the hairline at the back of his neck, his skin darkens noticeably, becoming almost gray. This discolouration covers the entire expanse of his back before abruptly stopping above his buttock. His legs are a pale, almost yellow from top of the thigh to bottom of the foot, as though he was jaundiced. Tris is a pokemorph, a Chatot, and the strangely coloured skin of his back and legs, if ever seen, would betray that.
As a Chatot, he allows his instincts to guide him and keep his feathers immaculate. The only thing that sets him apart from wild chatot is the gleam of intelligence in his eyes.
---Pokemon, Items, & History---
Pokemon:
Nickname: none
Species: Nidorino
Level: 25
Appearance:
Personality: Nidorino's almost as lazy as his trainer. It takes sufficient motivation (bribery) to get him fighting. But when he does fight he gives it his all. Nidorino's very fond of Quilava, he fights just to show her how strong he is.
Attacks:
- Leer
- Peck
- Focus Energy
- Double Kick
- Poison Sting
- Horn Attack
Nickname: none
Species: Quilava (f)
Level: 24
Appearance:
Personality: Quilava reminds Tristan strongly of his brother. She's somewhat forgetful while being utterly confidant that her memory is perfect. Her temper, when aroused, is something to be feared for she will rant and yell, loudly. Quilava is perfectly aware that Nidorino likes her, but she pretends otherwise because she doesn't want a relationship.
Attacks:
- Tackle
- Leer
- Smokescreen
- Ember
- Quick Attack
- Defense Curl
- Flame Wheel
Nickname: none
Species: Espearth (m)
Level: 25
Appearance:
Personality: Espearth likes seeing his friends happy and wouldn't presume to interfere in their lives unless invited. Anyone else, though, is fair game. He's surprisingly nosy for his species, although he's subtle about it. He is used often by Tris to woo women with his soft eyes and inquisitive nature.
Attacks:
- Harden
- Rage
- Mud Shot
- Headbutt
- Magnitude
- Teleport
Items:
Name: 3 Max Potion
Effect: Restores all HP to one pokemon
Name: 3 Full Heal
Effect: Cures one pokemon of any status effect
Name: 5 Great Ball
Effect: x1.5 chance of catching a pokemon than a standard pokeball
Name: Coin case
Effect: Used for storing game corner coins.
History:
The mother of Tris and Siegfried is a sweet woman, if a little overbearing at times. Working as a receptionist at a large company she makes enough to comfortably support the three of them in a high-rise condo. The less said of his father, the better, because the senior Mr. Skeldale let his gambling get the better of him and he ... ‘disappeared'. It was really no great loss to Tris and his brother, the sight of their father was a rare thing and they learned to do without him. Their mother, however, bore a good deal of attachment and the transition to single, working mother was physically easy, but emotionally difficult.
The coming of college age saw a Tris and Siegfried drifting apart as they chose different paths to tread. Siegfried, the honest if somewhat forgetful young man that he was, selected pokemon medicine. Once he graduated he opened a private clinic in the heart of Sky Reach city and pandered to the beloved pets of 9 to 5 working condo-dwellers. Tris however, found himself far more taken by the science of pokemon behaviour. Such as how much was instinct and how much was taught, nature vs nurture. The DNA of pokemon, the secrets it held! Tris often wondered how his brother could not be the least bit curious while leading such a mundane life.
Tris's documents listing his impressive academia set the recruiter of Team Pravus almost drooling and all but guaranteeing his desired position of a Field Scientist. Money truly was a great motivator and the pay offered by Pravus for members of his qualifications was impressive. The perks were excellent too, he could do whatever he wanted when he wasn't on assignment and to make his work easier, he'd consented to becoming a pokemorph so he could study natural behaviour uninfluenced by a human presence. Oh the things he'd create, he'd discover! All without threat of censure! It was thus that he settled in quite well and was quite content with his cushy position in Team Pravus.
--- Sample Post ---
Spud cringed. He knew he'd screwed up. He looked at Brynns' eyes, unhidden by the glasses to try and determine her mood. Fear. Her clouded eyes shine with a thin layer of if. Her scent is a strange mix of agitation and calm. <She's trying not to reveal how vulnerable she feels she is in front of the meowth!> He realized as her eyes closed and she put him on the ground.
"Fuzz, go find mah glasses." She said. What Brynn didn't know was that Fuzz had already set out for them but hadn't reached them before the meowth had.
<I got the shiny.> Meowth gloated before jumping clear. <What are they anyway...?>
Fuzz's fur puffed out as he postured threateningly. <Drop 'em! They're not yours!> Brat came up behind meowth and loomed menacingly. Spud stayed with Brynn and watched her take in everything around her.
Brynn had closed her eyes and folded her arms across her chest to stop herself from sticking her arms out in front of her and groping about blindly. Never mind the fact that she practically was. She wouldn't show weakness! Not in front of a wild pokemon, that was just asking for trouble. Her ears strained to catch the sound of Fuzz's squeaky calls of "Sen, sentret!", the smug tone of "Meowth, meow." and Brat's heavy breathing. No one was moving and she hadn't heard the glasses get crunched so that left one option. The meowth had them.
She knew Spud hadn't move from his spot and that everyone else was just off to the right. The tension in the air was thick enough for her to feel it, an all out brawl wasn't far off. If she got a good loud growl out of Spud, would that startle the meowth long enough for Fuzz to grab her glasses and run? She didn't have a spare pair, she needed those.
"Spud." She said quietly. Spud lightly butted her leg, he'd heard her. "Growl. Nice an' loud."
He looked at her for a moment, wonder what she had in mind before he shrugged and took in a great big lungful of air.
<GRRRRRRRRR!>