Post by Diamond on Jun 22, 2011 18:49:55 GMT -5
Name: Chet William Mann
Nickname: Jet
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Starter: Buizel
Initial Power: 20
Initial Wealth: ¶260
Appearance: He looks like an ordinary Buizel, except he wears a small blue scarf with a white pokeball design on the front of it. This is a scarf he carried around with him in his pack when he was a human, and he finds himself wearing it.
Personality: Jet is very intelligent, but since he lacks the body strength to match, he's modest about it. Despite this, he enjoys a good fight as much as the next guy, and enjoys participating...even if he is more likely to lose. He thinks it's good training. He works to increase his strength to match his intelligence level. He doesn't like to meet new people, but when he makes one of the few friends he has, he will do anything he can to help them.
Nature: Timid and Strategic
Biography: Jet grew up in an average household. But he grew up to be a brilliant young man. However, he was always told that his identification as a "genius" was a serious overstatement, as his grades never reflected it. However, this is no overstatement. But he is not the book-smart type of genius. He is a strategic and analytic master. He has never before lost a game of Chess or Risk, his two favorite board games above all else.
He became a Trainer, thinking that his abilities would make him a great Trainer...and he succeeded greatly. Although, he lost many of his battles, as does everyone, he won more often than he lost. He could almost always analyze his opponent's strategies and exploit their weakspots. He collected some of his favorite Pokemon in his party. However, everything he has learned about Pokemon changed one day when he decided to stop and rest one night in a forest.
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Jet sighed as he sat down among the trees of a forest. He didn't quite remember the name, but he remembered that he had to travel through the trees to get to the next city. But so far, the trip had been uneventful, and rather boring. As was his habit, he took off his belt, which held his six pokemon: Charizard, Scyther, Floatzel, Dragonite, Raichu and Sceptile. He laid them down right next to where he planned on sleeping. It was a habit he really tried to break, but he couldn't help it at times. He was worn out from the long, endless walk, and couldn't be bothered to try to get to sleep with those balls pressing up against him every time he turned.
"Well, another day, another boring step towards the next town..." he muttered to nobody in particular. But just as he laid down to go to sleep, a voice seemed to call out to him. He couldn't quite make out what the voice said, but it seemed...somehow soothing. He sat bolt upright as he stared around for the source. "Who's there!?" he called out loud. But there was no answer. He stood up, and instinctively grabbed Charizard's Pokeball off of his belt and stood up and looked around again.
"Was I just...imagining things?" he muttered to himself. But it was just moments after he said that when he heard the voice, more clearly this time.
"...been waiting for you.... Come this way...follow the sound of my voice...."
"Who's there!?" Jet demanded. "I'm warning you, I'm-!"
But the voice continued as though ignoring Jet's demands and threats. "Come this way...hurry...."
Jet found himself subconsciously walking toward the voice. He found he no longer had proper control over his legs. What was happening? He took step after step. He came up to a tree from which the voice seemed to be resonating...then he realized something.... The voice was in his head. But the moment he stepped beyond the tree, he felt himself sucked forward, as though he had been suddenly pulled into a vaccuum, into the large portal that was now in his full view. He had no idea that he'd just taken his first step into the greatest adventure of his life.
Nickname: Jet
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Starter: Buizel
Initial Power: 20
Initial Wealth: ¶260
Appearance: He looks like an ordinary Buizel, except he wears a small blue scarf with a white pokeball design on the front of it. This is a scarf he carried around with him in his pack when he was a human, and he finds himself wearing it.
Personality: Jet is very intelligent, but since he lacks the body strength to match, he's modest about it. Despite this, he enjoys a good fight as much as the next guy, and enjoys participating...even if he is more likely to lose. He thinks it's good training. He works to increase his strength to match his intelligence level. He doesn't like to meet new people, but when he makes one of the few friends he has, he will do anything he can to help them.
Nature: Timid and Strategic
Biography: Jet grew up in an average household. But he grew up to be a brilliant young man. However, he was always told that his identification as a "genius" was a serious overstatement, as his grades never reflected it. However, this is no overstatement. But he is not the book-smart type of genius. He is a strategic and analytic master. He has never before lost a game of Chess or Risk, his two favorite board games above all else.
He became a Trainer, thinking that his abilities would make him a great Trainer...and he succeeded greatly. Although, he lost many of his battles, as does everyone, he won more often than he lost. He could almost always analyze his opponent's strategies and exploit their weakspots. He collected some of his favorite Pokemon in his party. However, everything he has learned about Pokemon changed one day when he decided to stop and rest one night in a forest.
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Jet sighed as he sat down among the trees of a forest. He didn't quite remember the name, but he remembered that he had to travel through the trees to get to the next city. But so far, the trip had been uneventful, and rather boring. As was his habit, he took off his belt, which held his six pokemon: Charizard, Scyther, Floatzel, Dragonite, Raichu and Sceptile. He laid them down right next to where he planned on sleeping. It was a habit he really tried to break, but he couldn't help it at times. He was worn out from the long, endless walk, and couldn't be bothered to try to get to sleep with those balls pressing up against him every time he turned.
"Well, another day, another boring step towards the next town..." he muttered to nobody in particular. But just as he laid down to go to sleep, a voice seemed to call out to him. He couldn't quite make out what the voice said, but it seemed...somehow soothing. He sat bolt upright as he stared around for the source. "Who's there!?" he called out loud. But there was no answer. He stood up, and instinctively grabbed Charizard's Pokeball off of his belt and stood up and looked around again.
"Was I just...imagining things?" he muttered to himself. But it was just moments after he said that when he heard the voice, more clearly this time.
"...been waiting for you.... Come this way...follow the sound of my voice...."
"Who's there!?" Jet demanded. "I'm warning you, I'm-!"
But the voice continued as though ignoring Jet's demands and threats. "Come this way...hurry...."
Jet found himself subconsciously walking toward the voice. He found he no longer had proper control over his legs. What was happening? He took step after step. He came up to a tree from which the voice seemed to be resonating...then he realized something.... The voice was in his head. But the moment he stepped beyond the tree, he felt himself sucked forward, as though he had been suddenly pulled into a vaccuum, into the large portal that was now in his full view. He had no idea that he'd just taken his first step into the greatest adventure of his life.
Forms:
Buizel P415