Post by dally on Sept 1, 2008 13:22:40 GMT
The Basics
Name:: Lucas Anthony Smith
--Nickname(s):: Nerd, Weakling, Skinny Boy,
Age:: 15
--Birthday:: May 12th 1992
Gender:: Male
Morph:: Pikachu
Ethnicity::
Is a:: Pokemon Trainer
Appearance
General Appearance:: I was born a “strong” child. A thin, “strong” child. Kids "thought" I was weak, since my arms were always thin and scraggly looking, like an old man without the flab. Not only were my arms weak and scraggly, but so were my legs.
I’m really weak.
My eyes are Hazel. My favorite color, no less. I always fall for a girl with Hazel eyes.
Mom says they have a glint of life in them. I think that’s my contacts. I used to wear glasses, and I occasionally do when I take of my contacts. They’re a bright red, like a apple red, and my “friends” used to make fun of them.
They weren’t my friends. They were my personal bullies.
My hair? Always ruffled, it’s black too. I ruffle it up to make myself seem cool, though it seems it doesn’t work for me. I dyed it a little bit, so in some spots, you can see the faint color gray. I have polka dot hair. And it doesn’t help when you have a Pikachu’s tail sticking out of your buttocks and ears sprouting from your head.
Clothing::
Since I was a kid, I always wore striped shorts. A camo background with gray stripes going across, with a pocket on the right side, they’re a little faded, but that’s the style. I bought them that way. I changed my shirt style though. I used to wear a bland shirt, but now, my shirt is completely black with a lighting bolt on it, and a pikachu’s face on opposite sides of the lighting bolt, smiling. On the back, is a full size pikachu smiling and waving goodbye.
I don’t wear make up or anything, though my bullies used to rub lipstick on me and push me into the girls room, where they’d either make fun of me and laugh, or beat me. I usually got beaten.
Items on Hand::
Uh, I have a notebook that I write my experiences on.
My dad gave me it. It’s very important to me, since it was passed down for eight generations. Dad added a few hundred pages for me, but if I flip back some pages, I’ll see pictures and writing talking about my grandfathers and past generations experiences as trainers or ribbon collectors, or other professions. I’m usually seen walking and writing at the same time, and I might bump into things. I also have my backpack to keep it all in.
Personality
Personality:: Well, I like to say I’m a good person to be friends with, and I help others a lot, which I usually do. I help others, even if they make fun of me. Usually, they may say thank you, and I say thank you back. I’m generally a nice person, helpful. I’m very smart, I got all As when I was in school. I would offer to help my bullies, but since they were my bullies, I would sort of say “Hey! Look at my A! Oh, I’m sorry.” That’s not good to say to your bullies. At all.
I snort a lot when I’m laughing. I try not to, but it’s a bad habit. Mom says it’s one of my distinguishing flaws, but I say it’s just plainly one of my flaws. I scratch my eyes a lot, even when I’m wearing my glasses, because…my eyes just itch. I don’t know.
Sometimes, I’ll snap at people when I’m busy writing in my notebook, or reading it. I’ll sound like a whole different person. Like a bully, sort of. I might even push you, so I’m apologizing now. If you snatch my book away to read it, I’ll definitely push you. Maybe even look like I’m about to punch you, but I’ll stop myself and run away. ‘Cause most people run after me to punch me. If I see people fighting, I’ll try to break it up. I’m like that nerd from Breakfast Club.
My laugh is nerdy, if you haven’t already predicted. It’s like “Hehe Hehe *Snort* Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw”
I don’t know if it really sounds like that but….It gives you a pretty good idea, right?
When I meet a girl, I often choke on my words and blush.
--Likes:: I like my book and Pikachus. I like to learn about people and pokemon, and how to make them both get along with one another. I like girls, yeah, I do. They’re interesting creatures, all by themselves. I like sitting under trees and writing/reading in my book. I like to talk about what I see and read too. I ramble a lot. I like to be organized.
--Dislikes:: I dislike being bullied and people making fun of me. I don’t like pokemon being hurt, or people being hurt. Or people hurting pokemon, or vice versa. I don’t like being hurt. I don’t like hurting others. I don’t like when I lose something, I like to be organized. I hate when I bump or fall into somebody, it makes me seem even more like a nerd.
Etcetera
History:: Nobody knew I was going to become a poke morph. I didn’t even know, as in most cases. And by barely any cases, it wasn’t by Team Rocket.
It was by my dad. Neither did me or my mom like my dad. He never showed any compassion or helped around the house, and sometimes he threatened us even. He was a scientist, and at least he shared the money with us to keeps us afloat.
One day though, he was talking to mom about a very important experiment he was working on. He said not even the professor knew about it. I couldn’t hear any more because he spotted me, but I managed to hear mom get all angry and start crying. I was puzzled and confused, and scared. I hid in my closet, and I hear dad come in.
I passed out.
When I woke up, I was strapped down to a steel table. I panicked and started to hypervenulate. My eyes were fuzzy, I couldn’t tell where I was, but I knew wasn’t home. All of a sudden, my dad came in, in a doctors outfit. He had a cup thingy over his mouth, and a needle in his hand. I hated needles. I started shaking and twisting myself to get away, but I couldn’t. He stuck the needle in my arm, and I passed out again.
Next thing I know, I’m slumped over in my closet again, like I was when I was hiding from dad. Mom came running up the stairs and into my room.
We went downstairs and she told me everything.
I’m a pikachu morph.
Dad stills comes around.
But he looks at me strange.
Like he…
Like he…
Like he hates me…
Other:: Nope
Traveling Partner?:: Uh, sure, open, just no bullies please, no…
Name:: Lucas Anthony Smith
--Nickname(s):: Nerd, Weakling, Skinny Boy,
Age:: 15
--Birthday:: May 12th 1992
Gender:: Male
Morph:: Pikachu
Ethnicity::
Is a:: Pokemon Trainer
Appearance
General Appearance:: I was born a “strong” child. A thin, “strong” child. Kids "thought" I was weak, since my arms were always thin and scraggly looking, like an old man without the flab. Not only were my arms weak and scraggly, but so were my legs.
I’m really weak.
My eyes are Hazel. My favorite color, no less. I always fall for a girl with Hazel eyes.
Mom says they have a glint of life in them. I think that’s my contacts. I used to wear glasses, and I occasionally do when I take of my contacts. They’re a bright red, like a apple red, and my “friends” used to make fun of them.
They weren’t my friends. They were my personal bullies.
My hair? Always ruffled, it’s black too. I ruffle it up to make myself seem cool, though it seems it doesn’t work for me. I dyed it a little bit, so in some spots, you can see the faint color gray. I have polka dot hair. And it doesn’t help when you have a Pikachu’s tail sticking out of your buttocks and ears sprouting from your head.
Clothing::
Since I was a kid, I always wore striped shorts. A camo background with gray stripes going across, with a pocket on the right side, they’re a little faded, but that’s the style. I bought them that way. I changed my shirt style though. I used to wear a bland shirt, but now, my shirt is completely black with a lighting bolt on it, and a pikachu’s face on opposite sides of the lighting bolt, smiling. On the back, is a full size pikachu smiling and waving goodbye.
I don’t wear make up or anything, though my bullies used to rub lipstick on me and push me into the girls room, where they’d either make fun of me and laugh, or beat me. I usually got beaten.
Items on Hand::
Uh, I have a notebook that I write my experiences on.
My dad gave me it. It’s very important to me, since it was passed down for eight generations. Dad added a few hundred pages for me, but if I flip back some pages, I’ll see pictures and writing talking about my grandfathers and past generations experiences as trainers or ribbon collectors, or other professions. I’m usually seen walking and writing at the same time, and I might bump into things. I also have my backpack to keep it all in.
Personality
Personality:: Well, I like to say I’m a good person to be friends with, and I help others a lot, which I usually do. I help others, even if they make fun of me. Usually, they may say thank you, and I say thank you back. I’m generally a nice person, helpful. I’m very smart, I got all As when I was in school. I would offer to help my bullies, but since they were my bullies, I would sort of say “Hey! Look at my A! Oh, I’m sorry.” That’s not good to say to your bullies. At all.
I snort a lot when I’m laughing. I try not to, but it’s a bad habit. Mom says it’s one of my distinguishing flaws, but I say it’s just plainly one of my flaws. I scratch my eyes a lot, even when I’m wearing my glasses, because…my eyes just itch. I don’t know.
Sometimes, I’ll snap at people when I’m busy writing in my notebook, or reading it. I’ll sound like a whole different person. Like a bully, sort of. I might even push you, so I’m apologizing now. If you snatch my book away to read it, I’ll definitely push you. Maybe even look like I’m about to punch you, but I’ll stop myself and run away. ‘Cause most people run after me to punch me. If I see people fighting, I’ll try to break it up. I’m like that nerd from Breakfast Club.
My laugh is nerdy, if you haven’t already predicted. It’s like “Hehe Hehe *Snort* Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw”
I don’t know if it really sounds like that but….It gives you a pretty good idea, right?
When I meet a girl, I often choke on my words and blush.
--Likes:: I like my book and Pikachus. I like to learn about people and pokemon, and how to make them both get along with one another. I like girls, yeah, I do. They’re interesting creatures, all by themselves. I like sitting under trees and writing/reading in my book. I like to talk about what I see and read too. I ramble a lot. I like to be organized.
--Dislikes:: I dislike being bullied and people making fun of me. I don’t like pokemon being hurt, or people being hurt. Or people hurting pokemon, or vice versa. I don’t like being hurt. I don’t like hurting others. I don’t like when I lose something, I like to be organized. I hate when I bump or fall into somebody, it makes me seem even more like a nerd.
Etcetera
History:: Nobody knew I was going to become a poke morph. I didn’t even know, as in most cases. And by barely any cases, it wasn’t by Team Rocket.
It was by my dad. Neither did me or my mom like my dad. He never showed any compassion or helped around the house, and sometimes he threatened us even. He was a scientist, and at least he shared the money with us to keeps us afloat.
One day though, he was talking to mom about a very important experiment he was working on. He said not even the professor knew about it. I couldn’t hear any more because he spotted me, but I managed to hear mom get all angry and start crying. I was puzzled and confused, and scared. I hid in my closet, and I hear dad come in.
I passed out.
When I woke up, I was strapped down to a steel table. I panicked and started to hypervenulate. My eyes were fuzzy, I couldn’t tell where I was, but I knew wasn’t home. All of a sudden, my dad came in, in a doctors outfit. He had a cup thingy over his mouth, and a needle in his hand. I hated needles. I started shaking and twisting myself to get away, but I couldn’t. He stuck the needle in my arm, and I passed out again.
Next thing I know, I’m slumped over in my closet again, like I was when I was hiding from dad. Mom came running up the stairs and into my room.
We went downstairs and she told me everything.
I’m a pikachu morph.
Dad stills comes around.
But he looks at me strange.
Like he…
Like he…
Like he hates me…
Other:: Nope
Traveling Partner?:: Uh, sure, open, just no bullies please, no…
