*sweatdrop* Um...not too late I hope...
Name: John Miller
Age: 23
Appearance: John Miller is a very, for lack of a better word, tall spiffy kind of guy. Dress shoes, slacks, dress shirt, tie, glasses, and extremely well groomed blond hair. John dresses to impress, and doesn't look like one to cut loose and have fun. When not busy dressing himself for success, John enjoys wearing an old pair of jeans, that have holes in the knees more because of age than anything else; he also wears a plain pullover short sleeve shirt, any color does. He wears contacts, thinking himself looking more professional with glasses on; his most charming attribute is his crystal clear blue eyes, though he doesn't see them as charming. Like most twenty year olds, John admires his physique, though not that not impressive; John is mostly as skin as a rail but there is a definition to his muscle, showing a muscle tone uncharacteristic for how small his muscle mass is. He's quite content with his appearance, his body does what he asks it to do without complaint and he dresses the best he can to impress, yet isn't afraid to dress down if there is no call to be professional.
Personality: John Miller is a very odd character; cocky, headstrong, stubborn, yet has a obvious gentle disposition. Some see him as far too old for this academy that it is for the younger students, yet there is a mystery about the man that causes some interest for the government to bring him here. He's distant from all the other students, seeing as their age difference, yet he shows the same respect to them as he might someone his own age. Still John has his own purpose for being at the academy...
History:Skipping from his birth as a humble little baby, and his childhood, to what brings him to the academy at such an obviously older age than what anyone would expect. John Miller grew up in a house that was opposed to the government, and was apart of a secret underground organization that was trying to overthrow the current government. At 13 John Miller and his young Pikachu joined the rebellion, and quickly rose to the top ranks and eventually heading the rebellion. But like every attempt, it was smothered and the government found their headquarters, and arrested all the members. It turns out on of the members was a spy and waited to act when everyone was gathered in a crucial meeting.
What the military found was a young 20 year old at the head of this upheaval. Ready to execute the treasonous lad, and his Raichu, the dictator and his advisors found something special with the young man and his pokemon: the bond that they were looking for in a trainer. So the government spent a year, convinced that he was too valueable to let die (like most of the people they were enrolling), trying to convince him to join them. After seeing the final product of the graduates of their academy, John soon found that even if he was still leader of a rebellion not even his parents could have brought down the government with these weapons at their disposal. So in disparation for his Raichu's life and his own, he gave in and enrolled in the academy.
Pokemon: Raichu
Class Schedule: Parkour, Chemistry, Ballroom Dance, Creative Writing, Speech/Debate, Battle Strategies/Tactics, Advanced Breeding, Pokemon Health
RP Sample: John's lips persed and his narrow gaze met Mr. Gifford's own intense look. All eyes were on the two in the front of class. Miller had accepted Mr. Gifford's challenge on government issues, both meaning it to be a light and friendly debate. It turned out the exact opposite, however, both were throwing accusations and counter-accusations at the other as both tried to gain the upperhand in their argument. John was often soft spoken, and stayed quite when people talked about the dictator, and his policies, but now he was calling the old man out and it was time to stand his ground. He may have been taken out of the rebellion effort, it may have been extinguished, but he was going to make sure that no one would take the rebellion out of him.
"Look at this academy!" John's voice rose after a long stare down. "It's nothing but a prison, a slave factory for your precious dictator!"
"Watch your mouth, this is a training facility for the most capable trainers in our beloved country! It trains the best the world has to offer into an elite fighting unit," Mr. Gifford tried to counter-coolly, keeping his temper at a minimum, though it was evident that both of their tempers were at a high and keeping them down was futile.
"An elite fighting unit? How do you plan on making all these individuals into like minded drones? A unit implies a tactical group that a military leader can manipulate into doing the his/her bidding. As for the fighting part, it's not voluntary, so therefore you're forcing the fighting, making each person fight. So this is a slave factory, because you're making mindless weapons that your dictator can use to do his bidding, not caring what the 'unit' wants, or for it's well being. As for being elite? A slave is a slave," the young man countered vigorously. Both stood there staring at each other, both looking for the other to weaken on their position, yet neither giving an inch.
