Name: Craig Hayuro
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Location: Mahogany City, Johto.
Pokémon to Become: Sableye
Appearance/Description: Craig stands at about five feet tall and is thinner than normal. His long hair is a dark shade of hazelnut brown and reaches his neck. His skin tone is an unusually pale white. His face is relatively clean, has only has one or two spots and has no freckles. His eyes are a faint blue with a tint of grey and his hair sometimes covers them. His nose is flat and straight. His ears are small and hide behind his hair. Craig believes it's more of his father's looks than his mother's.
He commonly wears a plain crimson shirt with short sleeves, a navy blue jacket over it, light grey thick jeans with no pockets and plain white sneakers with laces. He enjoys wearing dark sunglasses, but only when he needs them. He also wears black gloves. He has his right ear studded with a small silver trinket. He says he doesn't mind what he is wearing, but he is actully quite insecure about his appearance.
Personality: Craig is the quiet type. He isn't much for conversation, believing there is a difference between being lonely and being alone. Therefore, he has very few friends. Craig is a great thinker and often questions life, plans inventions and outsmarts opponents. However, while certainly not gullible, he is sometimes overly curious and has a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Craig thinks tactically and can spot a problem easily. He is quick to judge people on their appearance, believing people will do the same as him. Craig enjoys reading and writing (he keeps a journal in his room). Craig is easily annoyed by other people and firmly believes ignorance is not bliss. Craig is witty and smart; while he talks rarely, he can argue and banter for hours. If provoked, Craig will defend himself, but with a lack of fighting experience, he will rely on intimidation and mind tricks more than actual fighting. To conclude, Craig is the cold, calculating type that people tend to avoid.
History: Craig was born in Blackthorn City on November 19th. As he grew up, people noticed he was rather smart for his age, learning to read surprisingly fast. However, people were also worried about the fact that he didn't socialize much with other children. When Craig was six, his family moved to Mahogany City and Craig would spend time by the lake by himself, simply thinking, reading or writing. As he continued growing up, this pattern continued as he excelled at his schoolwork, yet was one of the least popular kids. Sure enough, the present day is still the same.
Love: Single and not interested in the slightest.
Other: Craig has had no experience with raising or battling Pokemon.
RP Sample:
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Crimson blood seeped from the gaping chest wound of her father's limp body. She couldn't move or speak or think. There was nothing in the world but the heavy stench of death and the sound of her rasping breath. The walls of the room, blank and white with no furniture, seemed to close in on her. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. The body was draped in a long white lab coat, now splattered with dark red. A second man stood above the corpse. He was dressed in nothing but blue, a bold white 'A' leaping from his shirt. The girl couldn't bring herself to look at his face. Time stood still. Everything stopped but the blood.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The girl woke up in a frantic, cold sweat. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, as if trying to escape before it burst. She blinked once, then again, forcing herself to calm down. Her bedroom was still the same; lime green walls scattered with posters of Pokemon, thin blue carpet with the coffee stain in the corner by the oak wardrobe. Silver moonlight sifted through her faint lilac curtains and it danced across her floor as clouds floating in front of the view. It took a full minute to calm herself down, the dream feeling so very real. As she tried to return to her sleep, a dark thought sent chills down her spine.
Was it a dream? Or was it a premonition of the future?
