Name: Darin Himoto
Gender: Male
Age/Grade/Room#: 15/Sophomore/Room 404
Physical Appearance: He has dark, jet black eye's with short brown hair that sticks up. He always has a set of thin headphones around his neck, but when in class, it's replaced with a smooth chain. He wears a long sleeved black shirt without a collar with a pair of fingerless black gloves. Also, he wears a pair of black, baggy cargo pants, with another chain strapped onto the left pocket. He is medium height, not too tall, not too short with a pair of full black Nike Air Force One's (Sorry, but I love those shoes.) with dark Red Laces. He wears a silver Rolex arm around his right wrist to keep track of the time.
Personality: He is cool and collected at most times, yet, he hates people that don't respect him. His # 1 Life Motto is "Never respect someone that doesn't respect you back." He also dislikes taking orders, except from teachers because there much wiser than him. Also, he is very easy to talk to. He is very serious in battle and doesn't hold back in any battle. Although, he has very little knowledge of using special kind of items in battle such as X attacks and hold items.
He hates living all fancy and high society. He enjoys going out side to the Petalburg Woods with his pup Houndour when he was young. He rarely gets to see his Mother and Father since all the important meetings they have to attend to and deals they must make. His pokemon, Jeremy, and his Butler, Harrison our the closet to him since. it is very difficult for him to make friends with the other kids around his neighborhood because they all want to do stuff that he doesn't like to do, like chat about how much money their rich parents own.
He never really tried to tell anyone how he his felling except his close friends. After attending the Academy and barely passing, he is ready to go to the next grade.
Pokemon: A Skarmory and Houndoom
RP Sample: It was a near 8:00 AM when the day I received this letter, or invitation. A young Tailow was chirping happily above a healthy Green Apple Tree. I gave out a quite loud yawn as I got up and shut off my clock radio. I always wondered why I couldn't sleep without it on. Skarmory flew inside from the open window and gave it's usual greeting by pecking me on my rumpled hair. I gave a short chuckle as I rubbed him on it's smooth head, avoiding it's sharp spike. I then noticed a very plain letter near my alarm clock. It wasn't one of those boring invitations to my father's exquisite parties or any of the sort. Beside it was a sheet of clean notebook paper left by Harrison, my personal butler. I decided to read this one first.
" Dear Master Darin,
A thousand apologies that I couldn't attend to your services for today. I had some important business to attend you, thanks to your father's permission. The letter beside this one is a invitation to The Pokemon Academy that you attended last year. What I don't get is that you don't want to return back to the Thomspon Private School for boys? It's more educational then the Pokemon Academy that you our going to now. Oh well, it is your choice and I have to right to oppose towards this, enjoy your time there,
Sincerely,
Harrison Smith, Your Butler,
I gave out another yawn and smiled at the letter in disbelief. After all these years, he still doesn't know why I like this school. I gave Skarmory another rub on the neck this time as I slowly picked up the second letter, noticing that it's the confirmation letter. I wanted to holler in joy that I made it back to the Academy, again, but it wasn't in my nature to do such a thing. Instead, I returned Skarmory back into it's ball and picked up my belongings.
I went outside towards the front door and sat on the finely carved, wooden porch. I was wearing my usual clothes (See description) with my new pair of Nikes. My Mother insisted that I purchased another pair of them fancy shoes so I could look decent, but I hated those dull, brown shoes. Patiently, he waited for his ride to come. He glanced at his Rolex watch, which shined brightly, checking the time. Suddenly, a generic black SUV drove onto my driveway, beeping it's horn furiously. I could tell it was Jeremy, another one of my good friends. I got off the porch and walked casually towards the vehicle.
