Name: Kliff Carterson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kliff has quite a healthy figure as he works out often. He has a decent height of about six feet and 3 inces, making him pretty tall. Despite his height, his limbs aren't boney or stick-like - instead they are well padded out and are quite muscular. However he has pretty smooth and young hands, despite his workouts he has done over the years. This is the same story with his head - his face in particular. You can still tell he's a teenager as his facial features still look relitavely young and smooth. He has some slight bristle growing around his jawline, and even then it's still hard to notice from a distance. His hair is a mixed shade of deep blonde and dark brown, and it's about mid-length starting to grow over his eyes. He has a very deep blue iris in his relaxed eyes.
Clothing wise, Kliff veers towards the darker shades. On most occasions, he wears his trademark black denim jacket with brown linings - other times he'll simply have some sort of variation on that. He also has a pair of dark grey cargo pants that are baggy, despite the fact that he tucks them into his large brown boots which reach halfway up his shins. For some reason, he also carries an extendable walking cane in his inside jacket pocket - presumably just for the style.
Personality: Kliff is the type that usually keeps to himself. He dosen't try to be outgoing or appear to be the young, lively soul in the situation. Instead, he will simply get on with things, and only act when the situation demands it. He feels that boasting is another way of masking your weaknesses or fear. This is not to say that he is an automatic people hater - over time and bonding, he can have pretty good relationships with others. When it comes to pokemon and battling, in Kliff's view - stronger is better. He won't waste his time trying to train and toughen up an obviously weak pokemon. Instead, he will catch and utilise the power of the strong ones, focusing on how to improve their strengths.
History: Kliff has lived his whole life in Pallet Town with his family of five - his parents, brother and older sister. Since the day he witnessed a battle between two very skilled trainers chosen by Professor Oak, Kliff has always imagined himself as a proffesional trainer. As soon as he hit ten years of age, he was rearing to go and see the Professor, however his parents protested, saying that he was still too young, and that he had to at least finish school incase he was unsuccessful as a trainer. After a number of tantrums and arguments, Kliff finally agreed, and continued with his schoolwork. Recently, having now finished his last term and received his grades, Kliff was allowed to apply to Professor Oak for his first pokemon. Unfortunatley, he was too late, as the professor had no pokemon left to give. The only option Kliff had left was to go to the neighbouring Professor Maple.
Starter Choice: Tangela plz plz plz :P
Sample: From the RP "The Uprising"...
"Come back Blade!" Greg called down the tunnel as he retreived the Grovyle. After he and the rest managed to hobble up the stairs back into the gym, the door was immideately slammed shut and a few pokemon gathered around it, ready to pounce should the Dugtrio emerge.
Greg heard something hit the ground, and then what sounded like objects scraping off the ground followed by Isabels' voice, practically screaming, "Everyone, grab a weapon!" He turned to see an opened bag with dozens of firearms contained within it. With haste, he swooped down on the contents and pulled out a single handgun and a shotgun, rifle type... thing - Greg wasn't exactly a gun expert. Wasting no time, he did as the others did and found suitable cover. He crouched behind a 4 foot wall and checked the weapons. After a frantic session of sliding this, clicking that and snapping such and such into place, Greg guessed he was ready.
He didn't try and kid himself, he was aware that if he joined the Uprising he'd have to use firearms at some point. What hit Greg was how soon it had happened. It was only a few days ago that he was just living life normally - now his very life was in peril. At any moment the PXS were going to burst through those doors and quite possibly shoot them all in cold blood. This thought plagued Gregs mind, and he began to quiver with the fear. He would need to try and keep his head together somehow...
He re-released Blade from his pokeball, and said to him in a serious manner, "Should I need you, then you've got to help. If the worst happens," Greg gulped, "then you need to get out of here, as fast as you can," at this he placed his other two pokeballs beside Blade, "and take these two aswell. I wouldn't wish the same fate upon them as I'm more than likely to face..." a small tear began to form in his eye.
Blade listened to Greg, with a look of compassion in his beaded eyes. He stared at the other two pokeballs and then slowly nodded, "Vile," he said quietly.
"...and anybody else, for that matter," Greg swerved his spinning head around to see Josh speaking, "Don't give up hope guys, we have to beat them! We can do this. Probably."
Greg looked around the Gym, at the other members of this seemngly futile rebellion. All of them, in the exact same shoes - teenagers with guns, running from authority and staring death in it's cold, unforgiving face.
This, he realised, was all he had left.
Pretty soon the door they were all staring at began to glow a bright orange, then came the bang. A small explosion caused bits of ice, metal and debris to lanch in all directions, forcing Greg and the others to hide behind their cover.
As the PXS began to flood the Gym, someone could just about be heard shouting, "fire!", and Greg took no haste in firing his weapon. He quickly aimed and hit one of them square in the chest, causing him to fall back into a few others. Greg pulled the trigger again - but to no avail. He practically fell to the ground and reloaded the gun with a click. Why couldn't he have got one of those machine type ones? He popped his head back up and fired again, not sure if he hit someone or not. He reloaded:
"click"
"bang!"
"click"
"bang!"
He started to get used to the pattern now, wasting little time between shots. He aimed again, only to see a PXS man run up to him with a handgun and fire. Greg threw himself to the side, but still got cut in the shoulder by the whizzing bullet. He bit his lip, and in a mixture of pain and anger, held his own weapon to the man's face. He closed his eyes, "Bang!" He could hear the sound of blood and the body slump to the ground - the thought of it made him cringe.
He slumped to the ground with harsh growls of pain, clutching his shoulder as if it was about to fall off. The pain burned the whole right side of his body, and undoubtedly blood had been drawn. Blade watched in fright as Greg cringed with pain, and scrambled up to the ledge of the wall and fired a Bullet Seed right at the oncoming swarm.
"No Blade! It's too dangerous!" Greg shouted over the crackling of bullets firing an hitting the walls, "Just watch my back!" With another long groan, Greg picked himself up and resumed fire on the PXS. He found it harder to pull the trigger now, and his aim was pretty shaky - but he had to focus, he just had to. The sounds of fire and shouting were deafening.
He prayed it would be over soon - one way or another.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kliff has quite a healthy figure as he works out often. He has a decent height of about six feet and 3 inces, making him pretty tall. Despite his height, his limbs aren't boney or stick-like - instead they are well padded out and are quite muscular. However he has pretty smooth and young hands, despite his workouts he has done over the years. This is the same story with his head - his face in particular. You can still tell he's a teenager as his facial features still look relitavely young and smooth. He has some slight bristle growing around his jawline, and even then it's still hard to notice from a distance. His hair is a mixed shade of deep blonde and dark brown, and it's about mid-length starting to grow over his eyes. He has a very deep blue iris in his relaxed eyes.
Clothing wise, Kliff veers towards the darker shades. On most occasions, he wears his trademark black denim jacket with brown linings - other times he'll simply have some sort of variation on that. He also has a pair of dark grey cargo pants that are baggy, despite the fact that he tucks them into his large brown boots which reach halfway up his shins. For some reason, he also carries an extendable walking cane in his inside jacket pocket - presumably just for the style.
Personality: Kliff is the type that usually keeps to himself. He dosen't try to be outgoing or appear to be the young, lively soul in the situation. Instead, he will simply get on with things, and only act when the situation demands it. He feels that boasting is another way of masking your weaknesses or fear. This is not to say that he is an automatic people hater - over time and bonding, he can have pretty good relationships with others. When it comes to pokemon and battling, in Kliff's view - stronger is better. He won't waste his time trying to train and toughen up an obviously weak pokemon. Instead, he will catch and utilise the power of the strong ones, focusing on how to improve their strengths.
History: Kliff has lived his whole life in Pallet Town with his family of five - his parents, brother and older sister. Since the day he witnessed a battle between two very skilled trainers chosen by Professor Oak, Kliff has always imagined himself as a proffesional trainer. As soon as he hit ten years of age, he was rearing to go and see the Professor, however his parents protested, saying that he was still too young, and that he had to at least finish school incase he was unsuccessful as a trainer. After a number of tantrums and arguments, Kliff finally agreed, and continued with his schoolwork. Recently, having now finished his last term and received his grades, Kliff was allowed to apply to Professor Oak for his first pokemon. Unfortunatley, he was too late, as the professor had no pokemon left to give. The only option Kliff had left was to go to the neighbouring Professor Maple.
Starter Choice: Tangela plz plz plz :P
Sample: From the RP "The Uprising"...
Spoiler:
"Come back Blade!" Greg called down the tunnel as he retreived the Grovyle. After he and the rest managed to hobble up the stairs back into the gym, the door was immideately slammed shut and a few pokemon gathered around it, ready to pounce should the Dugtrio emerge.
Greg heard something hit the ground, and then what sounded like objects scraping off the ground followed by Isabels' voice, practically screaming, "Everyone, grab a weapon!" He turned to see an opened bag with dozens of firearms contained within it. With haste, he swooped down on the contents and pulled out a single handgun and a shotgun, rifle type... thing - Greg wasn't exactly a gun expert. Wasting no time, he did as the others did and found suitable cover. He crouched behind a 4 foot wall and checked the weapons. After a frantic session of sliding this, clicking that and snapping such and such into place, Greg guessed he was ready.
He didn't try and kid himself, he was aware that if he joined the Uprising he'd have to use firearms at some point. What hit Greg was how soon it had happened. It was only a few days ago that he was just living life normally - now his very life was in peril. At any moment the PXS were going to burst through those doors and quite possibly shoot them all in cold blood. This thought plagued Gregs mind, and he began to quiver with the fear. He would need to try and keep his head together somehow...
He re-released Blade from his pokeball, and said to him in a serious manner, "Should I need you, then you've got to help. If the worst happens," Greg gulped, "then you need to get out of here, as fast as you can," at this he placed his other two pokeballs beside Blade, "and take these two aswell. I wouldn't wish the same fate upon them as I'm more than likely to face..." a small tear began to form in his eye.
Blade listened to Greg, with a look of compassion in his beaded eyes. He stared at the other two pokeballs and then slowly nodded, "Vile," he said quietly.
"...and anybody else, for that matter," Greg swerved his spinning head around to see Josh speaking, "Don't give up hope guys, we have to beat them! We can do this. Probably."
Greg looked around the Gym, at the other members of this seemngly futile rebellion. All of them, in the exact same shoes - teenagers with guns, running from authority and staring death in it's cold, unforgiving face.
This, he realised, was all he had left.
Pretty soon the door they were all staring at began to glow a bright orange, then came the bang. A small explosion caused bits of ice, metal and debris to lanch in all directions, forcing Greg and the others to hide behind their cover.
As the PXS began to flood the Gym, someone could just about be heard shouting, "fire!", and Greg took no haste in firing his weapon. He quickly aimed and hit one of them square in the chest, causing him to fall back into a few others. Greg pulled the trigger again - but to no avail. He practically fell to the ground and reloaded the gun with a click. Why couldn't he have got one of those machine type ones? He popped his head back up and fired again, not sure if he hit someone or not. He reloaded:
"click"
"bang!"
"click"
"bang!"
He started to get used to the pattern now, wasting little time between shots. He aimed again, only to see a PXS man run up to him with a handgun and fire. Greg threw himself to the side, but still got cut in the shoulder by the whizzing bullet. He bit his lip, and in a mixture of pain and anger, held his own weapon to the man's face. He closed his eyes, "Bang!" He could hear the sound of blood and the body slump to the ground - the thought of it made him cringe.
He slumped to the ground with harsh growls of pain, clutching his shoulder as if it was about to fall off. The pain burned the whole right side of his body, and undoubtedly blood had been drawn. Blade watched in fright as Greg cringed with pain, and scrambled up to the ledge of the wall and fired a Bullet Seed right at the oncoming swarm.
"No Blade! It's too dangerous!" Greg shouted over the crackling of bullets firing an hitting the walls, "Just watch my back!" With another long groan, Greg picked himself up and resumed fire on the PXS. He found it harder to pull the trigger now, and his aim was pretty shaky - but he had to focus, he just had to. The sounds of fire and shouting were deafening.
He prayed it would be over soon - one way or another.
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