I hope its not too late to (try and) join, this RP sounds fun
Name: James Restavec
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Unkempt enough to look a bit scruffy. Short muddy blonde hair and warm brown eyes. About 5'9, skinny and not at all muscular. Wears a pair of beat-up old trainers, some frayed jeans, and a big ex-military jacket which he keeps on whenever possible. No piercings or tattoos, but he wears a silver ring on his left index finger, inscribed with the Latin "Plagatus Rex" in fancy script, which he never takes off
Personality: James is a bright pupil, but makes up for this by failing to meet any and all deadlines. He is late for class, never does his homework on time (although is is to a good standard when finally handed in) and only does more than the minimum required work when he feels strongly about the subject. He is not amazingly outgoing, and likes to "know" everyone. He is not involved in any extra-curricular activities, and spends a lot of his free time lazing around doing nothing, either outside or in his dorm. He can be quite guarded when the conversation is about him, and will often try to steer the subject in a different direction. He is easily stressed out, but tries not to get angry. His parents sent him off to the academy in the hope that he will get a good degree, and be more successful than they were. He enjoys listening to Indie music, but there is not a genre which his tastes don't encompass. He only has one major phobia, if you can call it that, he gets terrified if he is walking through a dark room, into a light one, thinking that the light is safe, and he needs to get there fast.
Pokemon: Quagsire, nicknamed "Dub". An exteremly laid back pokemon, he is very like James in that he doesn't like effort and prefers to be lazy. When in battle, he can take large amounts of damage easily, and prefers a defensive strategy. Dub will often imitate his trainer when out of his pokeball, copying James' gestures and body language.
Pokemon: Natu, nicknamed "Cheeba". An enthusiastic and vocal pokemon, Cheeba acts as James' alarm clock, screeching in his ear when he has to get up for class. She does not like pokeballs, and can usually be found in one of James' pockets, or on his shoulder, nattering away in his ear
James is taking Mythology and Psychology, along with the mandatory subjects (which he hates). He has no idea of what career he wishes to follow.
IC: James awoke suddenly to the sound of screeching, and sat bolt upright in his bed
"Natunatunatunatunatunatuuuuu" The little green bird shouted at him at the top of it's voice
"Morning Cheeba. Thank you for the kind and gentle awakening, as always" he grumbled as he threw his clothes on. He checked the clock, he had Mythology in an hour, and nothing first period, that gave him time for breakfast. Beofre he left, he turned into the bathroom and picked up the empty pokeball that was on the sink.
"Come on Dub, your coming too" he said and hovered the ball over the bath. The bath was full, and in it lay a Quagsire, fast asleep, and making bubbles. He quickly returned the pokemon to it's ball, grabbed his coat, and left his dorm. He strolled to the cantine, which was full of people milling about, and got himself a boiled egg and some toast. He sat down at an empty table, and began scooping away at his egg. He gave Cheeba some of the toast to peck at, and used the rest to dip into the yolk. He glanced up as a freshman walked in with his Absol, doing a double take on the guy and his pokemon. Why would he bring an Absol into the cafeteria? Tsk. There was a lot of talking around him about some thefts of pokemon from the swimming pool, but he didnt really care. The boy with the Absol was at the table opposite him, still getting weird looks from other students. He soon remebered why this was happening. Yesterday in Mythology, the teacher told them about how Absol's were believed to be responsible for natural disasters. He smiled politely at the boy as he left. He finished his egg, and began to make his way to his first class, which was going to be a lecture. Thats all we ever seem to do in Mythology, he thought, listen to the teacher rambling and take notes. He enjoyed it, however, as he had always liked myths and legends. He yawned as he strolled down the hall and was almost knocked to the ground by the same kid running to his first class, which was about to end. The bell rang and the boy shouted obscenities and ran off again.
"Bit of an eager beaver, eh Cheeba?" he chuckled to the bird, who was perched on his shoulder. His only reply was some chattering sounds, and an affectionate peck on the ear.
"Mythology lecture HO!" he said and began to power walk towards his "first" class
