PANDORA: A Journey of the Fallen [M] [OOC/SU]

Name: Aerys (Air-is) Targaryan (Tar-Gary-en) He has a nickname that people call him behind his back. "The Black Dragon" for he loves fire and wears black all the time.

Preferred Starter Pokémon: Mankey

Appearance: A very stately appearance. He has jet black hair that juts out to the front and ends in a spike after a foot, and sweeps behind his head like the end of a hammer, but spiked in the back also a foot behind him. He normally wears jet black jeans, a black over shirt with an image of the Blackthorne gym badge, and a black trench coat he usually wears. He has jet black boots that he keeps laced up to his knees. He's about 6'5, 150 pounds, and has charcoal grey eyes. He has a serious looking face, as he is always serious and has never laughed. He normally keeps his head held high, as he believes that he is above most people due to the fact that his father had been Pokemon Champion long, long ago. He is also twenty-five. He has an obsession with fire, and will use it for almost anything he can, from cooking to fighting, as he has a burn across his chest from fighting a member of a gang local to the Mirage Desert near the town of Lavaridge, where he visited often to see the volcano, as he loved to stare at the lave with an obsessive passion.

He has a slim, but muscular build. He has a catch phrase, "Watch it burn." His face is covered with light, black stubble. He had an accident as a child, and due to it, he has a scar across his face that makes his dark features seem even darker and scarier. Although he has creepy features, he has rugged good looks.

Fresh from the mind of me :3

Roleplay Sample:
The lone figure waltzed through the Mossdeep department store as if he owned the place. "These people should be greatful I decided to grace their store with my presence." He mumbled to himself. He hated the place. "My father was the champion! I should be spending my time elsewhere. Arg!" He growled as he talked to himself yet again. He decided it was time for him to take his leave. He walked towards the door and it opened automatically. He didn't have the time to waste anyways. Aerys mumbled incoherently as he sauntered up to the jet black sports car and climbed in the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut and sighed. "Time to grace the Pandora region with my presence. They should be lucky I decided to spend my time there. Father will be proud." He sped his way towards the boat that would take him to final destination.

He finally arrived and unpacked his luggage. "I'd assume my bags will be carried for me?" He asked the nearest attendant arrogantly. He nodded swiftly and ordered a swarm of people to get them. "Good, good." His father had pulled some strings to get him here, and he wasn't going to disappoint hjim. Never. It would disgrace his family. He walked into his cabin and glanced around. It was one of the higher class cabins. Not as luxurious as I would like, but it will do for the time being. He felt completely emotionless as usual. Aerys looked under the desk and in the drawers, checking for any bugged areas. They might be following me... He thought to himself, remembering the many people he had infuriated back in Hoenn. When his paranoid side was satisfied, he truly examined the room. There was a nice bed in the corner with plush green blankets and feather soft pillows, a dresser in the other corner. It had an ingraving of the ship, the S.S Anne on it. Amature's work. He pulled out a carving of a blazing skull he had purchased from a friend in Lavaridge. He had a terrible passion for fire. He plopped down on the bed. Even champions need rest. He fell asleep immediatley.

Hours later, he awoke. "I require food." He said to himself. He began the long walk to the ship's buffet. Maybe I'll meet a woman who is equal to my status. He was never friendly to those below him. Varys arrived and grabbed a plate, then piled it with fancy food such as shrimp and his favorite...steak. He loved steak so much because it was cooked with fire. He loved fire with a passion. The rude young man found a seat in the darkest corner he could find and began to eat. "Damn ship with it's damn passengers. They could never step up to me." He went back to eating.

After a good meal, he stood up and slid his chair in. "I require entertainment now." He was a very literal person. He began to venture around the the ship. He didn't know what there was to do here, but he needed something to do. Possibly doing something that involved fire...

However, before he could find the kitchen a voice called out over the intercom. "Now reaching the Pandora region. Everybody who's departing must do so now."

That's me.He found his bags and emptied everything into his seemingly bottomless backpack, then tossed the bags overboard. "I do not need extra weight." He said to himself yet again. He walked down the gangplank and started to observe the area. His father had mentioned a tent on the shore. He searched for an hour before he finally found it. He walked through the flap and saw a handful of professors. "I am looking for the one they call Laughner." He called out before anyone could say anything.

A man in a lab coat came forth. "Ah, yes. You must be the one they call 'Black Dragon'... I mean Varys!" He caught himself from shouting the nickname that every professor had learned. His father had told them the young man's secret nickname.

Varys eyed him warily. "Yes, I am Varys. My father informed me that you had a Pokemon for me?"

The man in a lab coat nodded, then disappeared. A minute later he came back with a pokeball and other various items. "Here you go." He handed the equipment to the ill-tempered Targaryan boy. "Now please, go forth on your journey.

Varys scoffed. "Go forth indeed." With that, he exited the tent and stepped onto the beach. "Well, Pandora region. A new champion has stepped on your shores. Be thankful."