Post by Diamond on Jun 22, 2011 18:35:22 GMT -5
Name: Dolph Guston
Nickname: Sprint
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Starter: Treecko
Initial Power: 65
Initial Wealth: ¶170
Appearance: As a Treecko, Sprint is a crisp orange color, and his belly is pure white. He also has a couple of white "racing" stripes going down his back, to suit his hasty personality. His eyes are a bold lightish brown.
Personality: Sprint's nickname suits him in the fullest. He is a young, free-spirited boy with a passion for running and adventure. He hates to take orders from other people, and prefers to fly solo. His light-hearted handle on life leaves him to take things less seriously. He is rather impulsive and impatient, however, which can get him into more trouble than most his age.
He has a very small, yet very intimate circle of friends; if asked who each of them thought the "leader" was, his friends would probably name Sprint, but Sprint himself claims that no one stands out from the rest. Although he is often modest about it, he is a natural leader and has proven himself quite clever at times. But when things take a turn for the worse, Sprint relies on his heavily-trained speed to head for safety.
Nature: Hasty, Friendly
Biography: Sprint was a fairly popular teen in Cerulean High. He was the star runner on the track team, had decent grades, and was the type of person who could make good relations with anyone. Even the local bullies decidedly left him alone for the sake of their own reputations. He earned his nickname during a particular competition in his freshman year. As he trailed increasingly behind the runner from Celadon High School, the thought arose in his mind that he was running out of steam; that he just wasn't fast enough. All of a sudden, he heard his buddies in the crowd shouting repeatedly "Sprint! Sprint!" and eventually all of Cerulean joined along encouragingly, giving him the final push that put him ahead. The cheer practically stuck, as fitting as it was, and nobody could have been prouder of him.
One particularly foggy morning, he was taking an early jog aside the shore on Route 25. He often takes long runs along Routes 24 and 25 alone, usually to calm his spirits and liberate his soul from the worries of his world. At his age, there was a lot of stress going on in his life; studies, athletics, job-hunting, relationships, and not to mention his parents pushing him headfirst into it all. When he runs, he feels free from the bonds of daily living.
But before long, the fog surrounded him to the point of almost no visibility. He stopped, cautious, and considering turning back and heading home. It was just too foggy to see.
Sprint... a voice called out to him. Do you really want to return home, where a plethora of harsh labor awaits? Or do you want to free yourself from this stress forever, live a life entirely molded by your own will alone, and never return...?
Sprint froze. It sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime, but it was just too fishy. "Who's there?" he called.
Your one and only shot at freedom. That's who. Come now, into a stress-free life...
Sprint could barely make out a purple and orange swirling light beyond the fog. He squinted to try and figure out what it was. His instincts were screaming at him to turn around and run NOW, but something inside him, perhaps curiosity, kept him from turning around. The light became clearer and clearer, and a massive vortex stood before him as the only thing he could see in this weather. Before his willpower could kick in and turn him away, he found himself being sucked into the portal...
Nickname: Sprint
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Starter: Treecko
Initial Power: 65
Initial Wealth: ¶170
Appearance: As a Treecko, Sprint is a crisp orange color, and his belly is pure white. He also has a couple of white "racing" stripes going down his back, to suit his hasty personality. His eyes are a bold lightish brown.
Personality: Sprint's nickname suits him in the fullest. He is a young, free-spirited boy with a passion for running and adventure. He hates to take orders from other people, and prefers to fly solo. His light-hearted handle on life leaves him to take things less seriously. He is rather impulsive and impatient, however, which can get him into more trouble than most his age.
He has a very small, yet very intimate circle of friends; if asked who each of them thought the "leader" was, his friends would probably name Sprint, but Sprint himself claims that no one stands out from the rest. Although he is often modest about it, he is a natural leader and has proven himself quite clever at times. But when things take a turn for the worse, Sprint relies on his heavily-trained speed to head for safety.
Nature: Hasty, Friendly
Biography: Sprint was a fairly popular teen in Cerulean High. He was the star runner on the track team, had decent grades, and was the type of person who could make good relations with anyone. Even the local bullies decidedly left him alone for the sake of their own reputations. He earned his nickname during a particular competition in his freshman year. As he trailed increasingly behind the runner from Celadon High School, the thought arose in his mind that he was running out of steam; that he just wasn't fast enough. All of a sudden, he heard his buddies in the crowd shouting repeatedly "Sprint! Sprint!" and eventually all of Cerulean joined along encouragingly, giving him the final push that put him ahead. The cheer practically stuck, as fitting as it was, and nobody could have been prouder of him.
One particularly foggy morning, he was taking an early jog aside the shore on Route 25. He often takes long runs along Routes 24 and 25 alone, usually to calm his spirits and liberate his soul from the worries of his world. At his age, there was a lot of stress going on in his life; studies, athletics, job-hunting, relationships, and not to mention his parents pushing him headfirst into it all. When he runs, he feels free from the bonds of daily living.
But before long, the fog surrounded him to the point of almost no visibility. He stopped, cautious, and considering turning back and heading home. It was just too foggy to see.
Sprint... a voice called out to him. Do you really want to return home, where a plethora of harsh labor awaits? Or do you want to free yourself from this stress forever, live a life entirely molded by your own will alone, and never return...?
Sprint froze. It sounded like the opportunity of a lifetime, but it was just too fishy. "Who's there?" he called.
Your one and only shot at freedom. That's who. Come now, into a stress-free life...
Sprint could barely make out a purple and orange swirling light beyond the fog. He squinted to try and figure out what it was. His instincts were screaming at him to turn around and run NOW, but something inside him, perhaps curiosity, kept him from turning around. The light became clearer and clearer, and a massive vortex stood before him as the only thing he could see in this weather. Before his willpower could kick in and turn him away, he found himself being sucked into the portal...
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