"Your insolence is duly noted... As is your apparent incompetence."
Name: Delphinus Celerin (デルフィヌス・ケレリン)
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Personality: It would be quite apt to describe Delphinus's personality as a little mercurial and occasionally even overbearing; he is very quick to shift from cheerfulness to irritation, and vice versa. However, he possesses a manner of speech - an innate, fiery charisma constantly glowing with an astounding brilliance - which easily draws others into his company and creates endless conversation from him, regarding various topics. Arrogance, in this case, most certainly does not equate itself with rudeness, either; Delphinus is perfectly polite and civil (or rather, he appears to be polite and civil), and appearances are, after all, everything. In most situations his remarks, though imbued with disdain, are cloaked with infuriating apologias, and to the unsuspecting onlooker it would seem that his conduct is impeccable.
Of course, the above behaviour is only usually exhibited towards members of his own gender. With members of the opposite sex, his demeanor is more often than not much milder, gallant even, moving with effortless grace and soft half-smiles on his visage. He is not given to embarrassment often, and appears abruptly startled and out-of-character when someone manages to surprise him in such a fashion. His responses, otherwise, are swift and to the point, acting in the most effective way possible - however, he takes care to imbue flair and finesse in his movements, for if he did not have those, then what difference was there between him and a large portion the common populace?
His arrogance, however, is also his downfall. He chronically underestimates a situation's difficulty, and relies on a mixture of agility, prowess, and a small dosage of fortune to push him through; he is not much of a preparatory person, and even though he does form strategies in advance and makes provisions for them, if the previously mentioned factors fail him he is typically without another outlet or avenue of execution of his original objective, and has to improvise - something that is not very much his strong suit. Regardless, though, his resolve is stronger than steel when he decides that something must be done.
Appearance: Glossy chestnut hair, quite smooth in texture, flows in a moderately straight manner down to the top of his neck. Long strands of it dangle in front of his face, sometimes obstructing his vision, even if only momentarily. His eyes are a shimmering, watery emerald, a marginally condescending atmosphere of analysis and indifference spilling out of them. A half-smile lingers on his lips, a light pink in color, as if hinting at some matter of amusement hidden to the casual observer. His skin is a very light olive, and exhibits a faint glow to it. His fingers are of a medium length and temperament, and their nails are well-manicured and meticulously cared for.
Delphinus possesses a rather medium stature, standing at about two inches below six feet, or rather 178 cm. His form is not particularly lanky or buff, though of course it is on the thin side of things, relatively speaking. He prefers not to talk about his weight, often brushing past the subject with an innocent blink, but anyone who has met him would say that he does not appear to weigh very much at all.
Delphinus typically wears a white velvet trenchcoat, which has been kept in pristine condition - though of course that would likely change, given the terms of the contest. The sleeves are a middling length, leaving the forearms bare, and embroidered on the sleeves are bands of white, blue, and then white again. Attached to the white sleeves are black extensions, their shades perfectly matching the ones of his cotton trousers, which are held in place by a dark leather belt, its rectangular buckle a glistening platinum. Underneath the trenchcoat is a wool waistcoat of the same tint, cobalt buttons of painted brass glinting in the light, and then a collared dark blue silken shirt lined with silver thread. On his feet are a pair of leather shoes with slightly bolstered heels - increasing his height about a centimetre or so - which were tailored for athletic activity, but managed to preserve an air of their formality. At his side is a maple scabbard, painted a rich forestal green, accompanied by the weapon it holds. Several holsters are installed on his belt, to account for the spaces that his Pokeballs would occupy.
History: Delphinus was not born into an exceedingly rich family. His father was a practitioner of law, a barrister, and his mother a researching chemist and biologist (or more accurately, a biochemist). Hence, they were quite well off - though his father did not exactly make income on the level of entrepreneurs, his family was able to enjoy a relatively sheltered life. Delphinus took up flute when he was five years old, and swordsmanship when he became seven. His skills in those arts have been honed to a fairly sharp edge, so to speak, and he is able to inflict quite punishing blows upon an unwitting opponent with his metal flute, though he prefers not to do so on account of it being possibly harmful to his instrument. He did not neglect a traditional education very much, either, and gained mastery of topics such as mathematics, chemistry, and physics very quickly, but failed horrifically at history and biology, and had to receive tutoring from his mother before he was able to achieve any degree of competence.
At the age of ten, on his birthday, he received his first Pokemon - Hitomoshi, an intriguing but quiet Ghost/Fire type Pokemon who initially masqueraded as one of the birthday candles on the cake. Delphinus was quite amused by this, and after his father knocked it out he asked his father if the latter could capture it for him. As he did not have prior experience with Pokemon, he simply called it Hitomoshi, and that was that - the concept of nicknaming Pokemon would never enter his mind. Interest suddenly piqued in the world of Pokemon, he quickly finished the curriculum at an accelerated rate and entered the world as a novice trainer with Hitomoshi at the age of fourteen.
Initially, he did not achieve very much success - he would often falter and forget what he was supposed to do mid-combat, and the match would be thrown, or he would fail to use the correct type of move and thus lose - such occurrences were commonplace with the duo. Undiscouraged, he worked diligently towards his goals, and was finally able to defeat his first series of gym leaders in Sinnoh after a year. Extremely excited by these developments and glad that his work had allowed him to finally succeed, he went on to enter into the Suzuran Conference; suffering a loss in the third preliminary round to a headstrong trainer that completely bewildered him, he was forced to refine his battling techniques. A scant six months later, just a few weeks after he had finished his training, he received the telepathic message that was to change his life forever.
Pokemon:
Shandera - Modest - Female - Flash Fire
Garchomp - Jolly - Male - Sand Veil
Leafeon - Impish - Male - Leaf Guard
Scizor - Careful - Male - Technician
Gyarados - Adamant - Male - Intimidate
Preferred starting location number: 1
Bag:
Supplies:
6 Full Restores
6 Max Revives
3 Premier Balls
5 Leftovers
1 Choice Scarf
1 Choice Band
1 Choice Specs
1 Blue Flute
2 Leppa Berry
2 Lum Berry
2 Sitrus Berry
Actual Supplies:
Flute
Sword and scabbard
Flint and steel
Bottle of tincture of iodine
Plant edibility guide
Multi-tool
First aid kit
Sunglasses
8 ft x 10 ft space blanket
Shovel
RP sample:
The heat of the midday sun sweltered upon the young man's skin as he sheathed his sword for perhaps the hundredth time that day, though it was likely more often. The young man in question was practicing his swordsmanship upon a straw dummy, which stood in a courtyard in the gardens of the Celerin mansion (though, really, to call it a mansion was a little of an exaggeration - it was more of a very large house). A glint of brilliance appeared suddenly in the young man's eyes, and he drew the sword again from the maple scabbard in a swift, fluid motion, creating yet another cut across the straw puppet. Considering the location where he had attacked for a moment, the young man sighed and let his blade slide back into the sheathe with a sibilant 'shiiiiing'.
Adventure was not something that he wanted to be on his mind at the moment. He had been training for the better part of the last six months or so, only to be met with the news that it now had a different purpose. He was supposed to have re-embarked on his Pokemon journey today, and he had made plans to do so; packed his supplies, and so on. He was supposed to be heading for Sinnoh at the moment, without a care in the world - in fact, he hadn't had a care in the world until that fateful day.
But how could he now? Not while there was a world to save. As disconcerting as the telepathic voice was, he could not help but feel that there was, in fact, a tinge of truth to it. And so he had accordingly packed more supplies into his suitcase, readying himself for survival in the wilderness; annihilation of the planet was not something that he wanted to see happen, and his family, friends, and his Pokemon would be on the line, to say the least. If he was chosen, then that signified he could make a difference, did it not? He would be as prepared as he could be for whatever challenge the Harbinger had in mind for him.
His mind drifted back to the telepathic message.
...
...
He sighed again, in frustration. He was being foolish. Calmness had always been his strong suit; he desperately needed to cool his mind. Perhaps the prophecy was something his subconscious fabricated? But that thought, of course, vanished immediately. As imaginative as it was, the message was far too detailed. So his only real course of action was to maximize his preparation, and to wait for the beginning of the ... whatever event it was called, or would be called. He could not recall a name for it in any case.
Time flew by. The afternoon slipped past, and evening fell. Night descended.
When the morning came, the young man - Delphinus Celerin - was gone from his room. It was reported that a flash of white light had erupted inside his room sometime during the night, but that was perceived as unrelated - after all, how would simple light be able to whisk someone away like that?
