A Pixy
Cruel?
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Name: Lodovico "Vico" Silvio
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Home Region: Hearthome City, Sinnoh
Physical Appearance: Vico is about 5"7 feet tall. His physique is somewhere between thin and average, leaning closer to average. His arms are also quite small, not quite skin and bones, but noticeable. His hands are also smooth as a babies booty. This would probably be due to the manual work he would do. His skin is rather pale shade, as if he needed a tan. His hair is jet black, moderately short and rather straight. It also points out in the middle at the top. Vico also makes sure it doesn't sag onto his face at all. He needs his physical appearance to stay as perfect as it can be. And finally, his eyes are a dark shade of brown. On the clothes side of things, Vico is wearing comfortable, black jeans. He would never think of letting them sag so he always wears a nice, black, belt to keep it from going down too low. His sneakers are both black and white, they were both comfortable and still functional in not breaking down. His socks go just above his ankles and are eggshell white. His outfit is completed with a polo shirt. One that is horizontally striped and flips between beige and white. It also has the number 57 over the heart area in a simple font. It's as long as any average T-shirt. He'll always have his collar down and it buttoned all the way up.
Personality: Vico likes things to be perfect. He always tries to make sure things are done right. He doesn't like failing and will make sure that all necessary precautions are taken so that things can be as good as they can possibly be. He also likes to give his all and then some. He'll give 200% and then give 210%. This ties in with his perfectionism, he will put his sweat, blood and tears into things. When he starts something he always makes sure to finish it. He's also pretty smart. He always thinks critically and outside of the box. He always tries to find new and creative ways to solve his problems so that everything he does can be, you guessed it, perfect. Although, Vico is quite bossy. The ultimate example of 'My way or the highway'. Although he does like things to be perfect, this has caused him to always want to take the helm and make sure no one does anything wrong. Also, he's pretty cocky and a little pretentious. He's always sure that he will be the one that comes out on top. He'll always expect that victory will always be right in his fingertips. He's also a bit of a snoop. He's always trying to act like Sherlock Holmes at any given interval. When he finds something that perplexes him, he'll go find out what it is, whether it's his business or not.
Goal: Pokemon Champion in the most perfect way possible.
History: Vico was born and raised in a nice, high-class house. His younger childhood was always happy, filled with joy and life seemed sweet as honey. It felt like retirement about seventy or so years early. Vico was also the was the fourth of four children. They were all quite successful in what they did. Always getting As, bringing home trophies, always being that sort of ideal family that you always wish your apart of because it would seem nice. Being the the last of several, highly successful siblings, he always felt that he had a goal in life, a goal that he needed to meet before his life ends. A goal which he decided not just to meet, but to surpass, 10 fold. He was always determined from his goal of wanting to reach the high level of his siblings. That level of meeting perfection, and then finding a way, some way to get above perfection. And to get there, a single mistake would do nothing other than hold him down, so he always made sure that he would get used to making sure everything around him is perfect and that he takes any precautions to make sure it stays that way. But going to school in pre-teens, he saw that perfection wasn't in the minds of everyone so he always took it upon himself to make sure things stayed perfect. And honestly, it seemed like he was on his way. He was no disgrace to his family, he always tried and he always succeeded. He felt as if victory would always be a stone's throw away.
He had heard about the Re-Opening and that's when he realized something. Something which would make him take up the life of a Pokemon Trainer. Earning perfection is always a good, relieving and proud feeling but you never feel that and the more you work for it, the sweeter it tastes in the end. So going into the hands of nature and working for months on end to a final, lofty goal, would be the absolute, sweetest taste of perfection and victory he might have in his whole, entire life. So he packed his things, said good-bye and began his smaller journey south, out of Hearthome City and began his way through the never-ending rain of Route 212 and then the famous Pastoria Marsh and finally made to the nearest port, Pastoria City. There he got his ticket and took his ride to Hoenn, where adventures, Pokemon and new things to test himself in would await.
Unique Qualities: N/A
RP SAMPLE:
Pokemon: Seedot
Starter Nickname: Toto
Personality: Toto is one of those, not very heroic types. He's always the kind that's somewhat in fear, perpetually. And when he does do something, he's always more of the shield that no one remembers or even remotely cares about instead of the sword which is always held at such a high place. Although, Toto is self aware, he tries to fight his fear and try to be loyal, but the chances of him sucking it up and doing something heroic is practically at the flip of a coin. Sometimes he'll be the hero, sometimes he'll be the zero, simple as that. But when things aren't in a life or death situation , as he would think, he is usually happy and he enjoys being happy so that he won't have to face his fears or anything that could possible scare and/or startle him.
Unique Qualities: N/A
Is that good enough? :3
Okay, me hopes that slot still open.
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Home Region: Hearthome City, Sinnoh
Physical Appearance: Vico is about 5"7 feet tall. His physique is somewhere between thin and average, leaning closer to average. His arms are also quite small, not quite skin and bones, but noticeable. His hands are also smooth as a babies booty. This would probably be due to the manual work he would do. His skin is rather pale shade, as if he needed a tan. His hair is jet black, moderately short and rather straight. It also points out in the middle at the top. Vico also makes sure it doesn't sag onto his face at all. He needs his physical appearance to stay as perfect as it can be. And finally, his eyes are a dark shade of brown. On the clothes side of things, Vico is wearing comfortable, black jeans. He would never think of letting them sag so he always wears a nice, black, belt to keep it from going down too low. His sneakers are both black and white, they were both comfortable and still functional in not breaking down. His socks go just above his ankles and are eggshell white. His outfit is completed with a polo shirt. One that is horizontally striped and flips between beige and white. It also has the number 57 over the heart area in a simple font. It's as long as any average T-shirt. He'll always have his collar down and it buttoned all the way up.
Personality: Vico likes things to be perfect. He always tries to make sure things are done right. He doesn't like failing and will make sure that all necessary precautions are taken so that things can be as good as they can possibly be. He also likes to give his all and then some. He'll give 200% and then give 210%. This ties in with his perfectionism, he will put his sweat, blood and tears into things. When he starts something he always makes sure to finish it. He's also pretty smart. He always thinks critically and outside of the box. He always tries to find new and creative ways to solve his problems so that everything he does can be, you guessed it, perfect. Although, Vico is quite bossy. The ultimate example of 'My way or the highway'. Although he does like things to be perfect, this has caused him to always want to take the helm and make sure no one does anything wrong. Also, he's pretty cocky and a little pretentious. He's always sure that he will be the one that comes out on top. He'll always expect that victory will always be right in his fingertips. He's also a bit of a snoop. He's always trying to act like Sherlock Holmes at any given interval. When he finds something that perplexes him, he'll go find out what it is, whether it's his business or not.
Goal: Pokemon Champion in the most perfect way possible.
History: Vico was born and raised in a nice, high-class house. His younger childhood was always happy, filled with joy and life seemed sweet as honey. It felt like retirement about seventy or so years early. Vico was also the was the fourth of four children. They were all quite successful in what they did. Always getting As, bringing home trophies, always being that sort of ideal family that you always wish your apart of because it would seem nice. Being the the last of several, highly successful siblings, he always felt that he had a goal in life, a goal that he needed to meet before his life ends. A goal which he decided not just to meet, but to surpass, 10 fold. He was always determined from his goal of wanting to reach the high level of his siblings. That level of meeting perfection, and then finding a way, some way to get above perfection. And to get there, a single mistake would do nothing other than hold him down, so he always made sure that he would get used to making sure everything around him is perfect and that he takes any precautions to make sure it stays that way. But going to school in pre-teens, he saw that perfection wasn't in the minds of everyone so he always took it upon himself to make sure things stayed perfect. And honestly, it seemed like he was on his way. He was no disgrace to his family, he always tried and he always succeeded. He felt as if victory would always be a stone's throw away.
He had heard about the Re-Opening and that's when he realized something. Something which would make him take up the life of a Pokemon Trainer. Earning perfection is always a good, relieving and proud feeling but you never feel that and the more you work for it, the sweeter it tastes in the end. So going into the hands of nature and working for months on end to a final, lofty goal, would be the absolute, sweetest taste of perfection and victory he might have in his whole, entire life. So he packed his things, said good-bye and began his smaller journey south, out of Hearthome City and began his way through the never-ending rain of Route 212 and then the famous Pastoria Marsh and finally made to the nearest port, Pastoria City. There he got his ticket and took his ride to Hoenn, where adventures, Pokemon and new things to test himself in would await.
Unique Qualities: N/A
RP SAMPLE:
Spoiler:
"Hey! Wake up! Are you ok! We have to get out of here!" I heard in a complete groggy daze.
<Sweet, merciful, god, what happened?> I thought to myself, trying to stand up. I couldn't remember what had happened to me that caused me to be where I was. All I knew was that I was in pain and someone had begun speaking to me. As I was beginning to open my eyes, I saw my arms. They looked, yellow? I didn't really think about it much considering the mental state I was in. I kept on trying to get up until I tried to open my eyes. I also felt like I had weight on my back, causing me to fall back again. I tried to stand up one more time and I tried to adapt to the weight on my back.
I wasn't really sure what to think so I began looking left and right to see who spoke to me. I saw a handful of Pokemon around me. A Vulpix, a Porygon, a Lotad, an Eevee, a Charmander and the Growlithe that was near me. And that's when a shocking realization come into view. A Growlithe, a Pokemon that was around 2 feet tall, and I was looking up to it. I realized something was wrong. Why was I so small? Is it connected to what happened before? And why can I understand what a Pokemon is saying to me? Pokemon can't say anything besides they're name. And that's when I remembered my arms were yellow.
I checked again, and they still were. I also noticed I had claws. My heart started pounding faster. My feet were tiny and quite spiked. My heart started beating even faster and I think I started sweating. And that's when I remembered how I couldn't stand up the first time. I tried to see where I felt the wait and I felt a tail. And that's when I went into a full on panic. My breathing became faster, my heart felt like was going to beat out of my chest and I have no clue what happened to me. I couldn't believe my eyes. It felt like a dream. I wasn't sure I could trust what I saw. And that's when I remembered the Growlithe," You! What am I?" I shouted in complete panic.
<Sweet, merciful, god, what happened?> I thought to myself, trying to stand up. I couldn't remember what had happened to me that caused me to be where I was. All I knew was that I was in pain and someone had begun speaking to me. As I was beginning to open my eyes, I saw my arms. They looked, yellow? I didn't really think about it much considering the mental state I was in. I kept on trying to get up until I tried to open my eyes. I also felt like I had weight on my back, causing me to fall back again. I tried to stand up one more time and I tried to adapt to the weight on my back.
I wasn't really sure what to think so I began looking left and right to see who spoke to me. I saw a handful of Pokemon around me. A Vulpix, a Porygon, a Lotad, an Eevee, a Charmander and the Growlithe that was near me. And that's when a shocking realization come into view. A Growlithe, a Pokemon that was around 2 feet tall, and I was looking up to it. I realized something was wrong. Why was I so small? Is it connected to what happened before? And why can I understand what a Pokemon is saying to me? Pokemon can't say anything besides they're name. And that's when I remembered my arms were yellow.
I checked again, and they still were. I also noticed I had claws. My heart started pounding faster. My feet were tiny and quite spiked. My heart started beating even faster and I think I started sweating. And that's when I remembered how I couldn't stand up the first time. I tried to see where I felt the wait and I felt a tail. And that's when I went into a full on panic. My breathing became faster, my heart felt like was going to beat out of my chest and I have no clue what happened to me. I couldn't believe my eyes. It felt like a dream. I wasn't sure I could trust what I saw. And that's when I remembered the Growlithe," You! What am I?" I shouted in complete panic.
Pokemon: Seedot
Starter Nickname: Toto
Personality: Toto is one of those, not very heroic types. He's always the kind that's somewhat in fear, perpetually. And when he does do something, he's always more of the shield that no one remembers or even remotely cares about instead of the sword which is always held at such a high place. Although, Toto is self aware, he tries to fight his fear and try to be loyal, but the chances of him sucking it up and doing something heroic is practically at the flip of a coin. Sometimes he'll be the hero, sometimes he'll be the zero, simple as that. But when things aren't in a life or death situation , as he would think, he is usually happy and he enjoys being happy so that he won't have to face his fears or anything that could possible scare and/or startle him.
Unique Qualities: N/A
Is that good enough? :3
Okay, me hopes that slot still open.