Post by dally on Sept 5, 2008 23:13:08 GMT
Name; Richard Johnathan Walton
Age; 17
Male or Female; Male
Appearance;
(Recieved permission from Zenkar_2008)
He's always looked older than his true age, which Is seventeen. He would sometimes use it to help him, and unwillingly use it to get him in trouble as well. With his tan, muscular body was caused by constantly running from woman and police, in the sun. The well preformed smirk of his was perfected by smirking at women, who would (in most cases) save him from being arrested. The bleach blonde hair most likely caused by constantly dying his hair when he went town to town, until he found his "special" hairdo. His white T-shirt, leather backpack and gloves, and "ripped at the knee" jeans, and that pocket knife of his, all from home as traveling gifts from his over-protective mother and his reluctaunt father back in the Hoen region. Think he's all normal? Oh no sistah, he ain't normal at all. Behind, or under, that hat of his, are the ears of a Growlithe! And that glint in his eyes, "Oh, this glint o'mine? These, baby, are the glint of man, a real man!" Quoted from the "real man" himself. XD
Pokemorph;
Vulpix
Personality; Some would call him a punk, a brat, a idiot, and he would just smile and wave. He had that attitude where you could insult him for hours, right in his face even, and he would just smile, close his eyes, and lean his head back as far as it would go. He doesn't care about the well-being of anybody but himself, meaning he didn't care if you love him or hate his guts, he would pass you by as if you never existed. He's a laid-back, unceccesful guy, which makes him that more exciting. He would tell you wild, unbeliveble stories, and you would belive them. He just had that way with words. He could twist himself out of any situation, good or bad, and end up walking out of the town like nothing happened. His pecks may be perfect, but he sure isn't. He carries around a little friend of his, called "Mr. Boozey". Yes, but only a little. He can onl get the airplane bottle size, but it's enough to get him pumping for anything, from battling, to hangovers, he'll be ready for anything. 0_0
History; Ever since he was a child, he was daring. From climbing the tallest trees, to attacking a Pichu by himself. But he always felt alone inside, he always felt sad inside. He did it all for attention, especially from his father. All he ever wanted in life was his father's approval, for his approval, to Richard, was like love, since his father never gave him any.
"Dad, I quit highschool because of you!" Richard angrily repeated to his father. " oh, here you go, dissapointing me again! And who told you I wanted you to quit?" Richard cringed, closing his eyes. " I said, who said I wanted you to quit?" Richard eyes opened again. "You did, last month! You and mom were arguing again about my education again, and you said I should quit! Those were your exact words dad, exact words!" "*Sigh* You always dissapoint me Richard, always!" Richard cringed again."Then you'll be happy to hear me leave, old man."
After that day, he met Team Rocket. It payed, and it was daring, so he accepted. Until they experimented on him and he escaped. "Yes! A Promotion on my first day here! Am I a good criminal mastermind or what!" Richard mumbled estaticly to himself as he walked up along, looming hallway. "Now, that Science Officer guy said that I have to go to the lab," He lifted up the map he held in his right hand and ran his pointer finger down the paper. "Here!" he looked up, and that was the last thing he remembered. He thought it was strange, just to blackout inside some building and reappear outside with everything you had with you, but hey, that's life, right? Yep, that's all he thought, until that night. "What the hell am I!!!!!!?!?!?!?"
Age; 17
Male or Female; Male
Appearance;
(Recieved permission from Zenkar_2008)
He's always looked older than his true age, which Is seventeen. He would sometimes use it to help him, and unwillingly use it to get him in trouble as well. With his tan, muscular body was caused by constantly running from woman and police, in the sun. The well preformed smirk of his was perfected by smirking at women, who would (in most cases) save him from being arrested. The bleach blonde hair most likely caused by constantly dying his hair when he went town to town, until he found his "special" hairdo. His white T-shirt, leather backpack and gloves, and "ripped at the knee" jeans, and that pocket knife of his, all from home as traveling gifts from his over-protective mother and his reluctaunt father back in the Hoen region. Think he's all normal? Oh no sistah, he ain't normal at all. Behind, or under, that hat of his, are the ears of a Growlithe! And that glint in his eyes, "Oh, this glint o'mine? These, baby, are the glint of man, a real man!" Quoted from the "real man" himself. XD
Pokemorph;
Vulpix
Personality; Some would call him a punk, a brat, a idiot, and he would just smile and wave. He had that attitude where you could insult him for hours, right in his face even, and he would just smile, close his eyes, and lean his head back as far as it would go. He doesn't care about the well-being of anybody but himself, meaning he didn't care if you love him or hate his guts, he would pass you by as if you never existed. He's a laid-back, unceccesful guy, which makes him that more exciting. He would tell you wild, unbeliveble stories, and you would belive them. He just had that way with words. He could twist himself out of any situation, good or bad, and end up walking out of the town like nothing happened. His pecks may be perfect, but he sure isn't. He carries around a little friend of his, called "Mr. Boozey". Yes, but only a little. He can onl get the airplane bottle size, but it's enough to get him pumping for anything, from battling, to hangovers, he'll be ready for anything. 0_0
History; Ever since he was a child, he was daring. From climbing the tallest trees, to attacking a Pichu by himself. But he always felt alone inside, he always felt sad inside. He did it all for attention, especially from his father. All he ever wanted in life was his father's approval, for his approval, to Richard, was like love, since his father never gave him any.
"Dad, I quit highschool because of you!" Richard angrily repeated to his father. " oh, here you go, dissapointing me again! And who told you I wanted you to quit?" Richard cringed, closing his eyes. " I said, who said I wanted you to quit?" Richard eyes opened again. "You did, last month! You and mom were arguing again about my education again, and you said I should quit! Those were your exact words dad, exact words!" "*Sigh* You always dissapoint me Richard, always!" Richard cringed again."Then you'll be happy to hear me leave, old man."
After that day, he met Team Rocket. It payed, and it was daring, so he accepted. Until they experimented on him and he escaped. "Yes! A Promotion on my first day here! Am I a good criminal mastermind or what!" Richard mumbled estaticly to himself as he walked up along, looming hallway. "Now, that Science Officer guy said that I have to go to the lab," He lifted up the map he held in his right hand and ran his pointer finger down the paper. "Here!" he looked up, and that was the last thing he remembered. He thought it was strange, just to blackout inside some building and reappear outside with everything you had with you, but hey, that's life, right? Yep, that's all he thought, until that night. "What the hell am I!!!!!!?!?!?!?"
