March 14th, 2018
Post by mimikyu on Jun 16, 2017 13:54:32 GMT -5
NAME --
Constantine
GENDER --
Male
AGE --
18 years old
AFFILIATION --
Neutral(neither Ranger or Team Genetic)
CLASS --
Trainer
APPEARANCE --
Constantine looks nothing like the average person would expect; after hearing his name, most people are inclined to believe he'll be some prim-and-proper little rich kid. He certainly isn't. Constantine wears his light brown hair back in cornrows, exposing his forehead, and lets said cornrows dangle just above his shoulders. His eyes, though usually ringed with dark circles from lack of sleep, are said to be his best feature; grey and blank, they seem to look right through you with a piercing intensity. Truth be told, they really aren't "windows to the soul" in his case; they don't convey much, just fatigue and apathy. His mouth, on the other hand, is far more expressive; you're more likely to know if he's annoyed if he sticks his tongue out, or that he's feeling cocky when he lifts up the corner of his mouth into a smirk.
Constantine wears a variety of black, tan, and grey tank tops with black shorts or blue jeans, regardless of the weather. He does wear either a heavy black coat or a lighter grey coat in winter or on a rainy day, but that's about it in regards to his outfit changes. He isn't the type to care much about clothing; to him, the less conspicuous and gaudy the wardrobe, the better. He likes blending into crowds, and tries to not draw too much attention to himself when out in public. His shoes consist of comfortable black sneakers, and black boots he hates wearing because they chafe his skin; he wears his sneakers unless the ground is absolutely covered in mud from rain, and even in snow, he tends to avoid wearing the boots as much as humanly possible. Approximately, he's six foot two, and weighs one hundred and fifty pounds.
PERSONALITY --
Constantine is as cool as any ice cube, relaxed and casual both outside and inside of battles with other trainers. This extends to his Pokemon, as well; if they get poisoned, he just lets them tough it out. If they faint, he can always wait for a Pokemon Center or something, and if they're asleep, he can always wait for 'em to wake up. The point is, he simply doesn't seem to mind if his Pokemon are injured unless he can heal them, and even then, he lets them tough it out and take a few more hits. If they're not critically injured, then he's gonna push them and let 'em fight, Arceus damn the consequences. So what if they get hurt? He's not the type to let them switch out unless he feels they're at a type disadvantage, or they have no "useful" moves or strategies left. While he may get flack for this, he'll brush off comments that suggest he's abusive; he certainly isn't. Constantine treats his Pokemon with respect outside of battle, and tries his best to connect with them, but when he's in a fight, he feels like he needs to fight until they fall if he's gonna win.
He's got a knack for knowing how his Pokemon feel, getting them to trust him; he does his part, and heals them when he thinks he should, pets them and reassures them if they lose. He praises them when they win and tries his best to let them improve at their own pace. Even when they fall down, he pushes them on and lets them know he's confident in their ability to win. Constantine's casual and seemingly aloof, careless demeanor can be very off-putting for people, especially other trainers, but he's not a bad trainer at all. He's just confident in himself and his Pokemon, if overtly so. The same is true for his relationship with people; if he has friends, he'll do his best to help them improve and cheer them on from the sidelines even if things look bleak. He may be casual, relaxed, maybe even cocky, but he's also observant; at a glance, he can tell a lot about a person. It's a trait he picked up from his little bro.
HISTORY --
Constantine grew up in Alola, on its shore, where the waves lapped at his knees and the occasional Pokemon would nibble on his bare toes. His mother took him all the way from Kanto, swept him over to the most remote cabin available, and raised him on her own. Whoever his father was, he simply wasn't around, and that was fine by him; Constantine didn't want to meet a guy who'd abandon his wife with a kid on the gloomy streets of Pallet Town, without a goodbye or a warning. He grew up with his brother, a kid whose name was dumber than his; the poor guy was stuck being called Porvold. Long story short, his bro was annoying; the type who never shut up. They got into scuffles every now and again, but what pair of siblings didn't?
Eventually, he stopped getting too upset with his brother's antics. His bro was enthusiastic about everything, so Arceus-damn happy that his boundless optimism eventually rubbed off on him. The two are still close, but as they grew, and Constantine became interested in training Pokemon of his own-his mother often encouraged them to set off by themselves, explore new things-so he made a plan. On his eighteenth birthday, amid all the fizzy soda and sugary frosted cake, the warm malasadas fresh from the oven, the chatter of his neighbors and his mother, Constantine broke the news to everyone.
He was going to another region, one he'd recently heard of, that held Pokemon of all shapes and sizes. Yes, Alola was a bounty of interesting people and Pokemon as well, but he wanted to go somewhere he'd never been to before. He wanted to venture beyond the salty shore and make his name in the world. Surprisingly, his mother let him go, but made him and his brother both promise to keep in touch with one another; even though they would be miles apart, maybe even worlds apart, she needed them to stay close. Porvold was so happy that Constantine couldn't help but accept the offer, and vow to write whenever possible. He took a sailboat to the region, and the rest is history.
RP SAMPLE --
This wasn’t his cup of tea; no, but seriously, why was he here? Slouching in front of a lab building, trying to keep his cool, eyes glazed-over and hands shaking: he could feel someone watching him. Whatever. He shoved his hands into his pockets until the shaking ceased, and lifted his head, sauntering in like he was confident even though he felt like vomiting. Before the professor could greet him, he lowered his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “Heya. I’m Constantine, and I’m here for a Pokémon.” Great, now he sounded stupid. “I just want a partner, someone I can rely on and be partners with, y’know? Not an outright friend, but a student in a way, a Pokémon I can watch grow an’ all that jazz..” Adjusting his shirt so it wasn’t tucked into his pants, he rolled his eyes at himself, before looking back at the professor with a smile, “Any Pokémon’ll do, really; I didn’t just come ‘ere for a rare one or nothin’. I ain’t got my hopes up, ‘s all I’m sayin’.”
Constantine
GENDER --
Male
AGE --
18 years old
AFFILIATION --
Neutral(neither Ranger or Team Genetic)
CLASS --
Trainer
APPEARANCE --
Constantine looks nothing like the average person would expect; after hearing his name, most people are inclined to believe he'll be some prim-and-proper little rich kid. He certainly isn't. Constantine wears his light brown hair back in cornrows, exposing his forehead, and lets said cornrows dangle just above his shoulders. His eyes, though usually ringed with dark circles from lack of sleep, are said to be his best feature; grey and blank, they seem to look right through you with a piercing intensity. Truth be told, they really aren't "windows to the soul" in his case; they don't convey much, just fatigue and apathy. His mouth, on the other hand, is far more expressive; you're more likely to know if he's annoyed if he sticks his tongue out, or that he's feeling cocky when he lifts up the corner of his mouth into a smirk.
Constantine wears a variety of black, tan, and grey tank tops with black shorts or blue jeans, regardless of the weather. He does wear either a heavy black coat or a lighter grey coat in winter or on a rainy day, but that's about it in regards to his outfit changes. He isn't the type to care much about clothing; to him, the less conspicuous and gaudy the wardrobe, the better. He likes blending into crowds, and tries to not draw too much attention to himself when out in public. His shoes consist of comfortable black sneakers, and black boots he hates wearing because they chafe his skin; he wears his sneakers unless the ground is absolutely covered in mud from rain, and even in snow, he tends to avoid wearing the boots as much as humanly possible. Approximately, he's six foot two, and weighs one hundred and fifty pounds.
PERSONALITY --
Constantine is as cool as any ice cube, relaxed and casual both outside and inside of battles with other trainers. This extends to his Pokemon, as well; if they get poisoned, he just lets them tough it out. If they faint, he can always wait for a Pokemon Center or something, and if they're asleep, he can always wait for 'em to wake up. The point is, he simply doesn't seem to mind if his Pokemon are injured unless he can heal them, and even then, he lets them tough it out and take a few more hits. If they're not critically injured, then he's gonna push them and let 'em fight, Arceus damn the consequences. So what if they get hurt? He's not the type to let them switch out unless he feels they're at a type disadvantage, or they have no "useful" moves or strategies left. While he may get flack for this, he'll brush off comments that suggest he's abusive; he certainly isn't. Constantine treats his Pokemon with respect outside of battle, and tries his best to connect with them, but when he's in a fight, he feels like he needs to fight until they fall if he's gonna win.
He's got a knack for knowing how his Pokemon feel, getting them to trust him; he does his part, and heals them when he thinks he should, pets them and reassures them if they lose. He praises them when they win and tries his best to let them improve at their own pace. Even when they fall down, he pushes them on and lets them know he's confident in their ability to win. Constantine's casual and seemingly aloof, careless demeanor can be very off-putting for people, especially other trainers, but he's not a bad trainer at all. He's just confident in himself and his Pokemon, if overtly so. The same is true for his relationship with people; if he has friends, he'll do his best to help them improve and cheer them on from the sidelines even if things look bleak. He may be casual, relaxed, maybe even cocky, but he's also observant; at a glance, he can tell a lot about a person. It's a trait he picked up from his little bro.
HISTORY --
Constantine grew up in Alola, on its shore, where the waves lapped at his knees and the occasional Pokemon would nibble on his bare toes. His mother took him all the way from Kanto, swept him over to the most remote cabin available, and raised him on her own. Whoever his father was, he simply wasn't around, and that was fine by him; Constantine didn't want to meet a guy who'd abandon his wife with a kid on the gloomy streets of Pallet Town, without a goodbye or a warning. He grew up with his brother, a kid whose name was dumber than his; the poor guy was stuck being called Porvold. Long story short, his bro was annoying; the type who never shut up. They got into scuffles every now and again, but what pair of siblings didn't?
Eventually, he stopped getting too upset with his brother's antics. His bro was enthusiastic about everything, so Arceus-damn happy that his boundless optimism eventually rubbed off on him. The two are still close, but as they grew, and Constantine became interested in training Pokemon of his own-his mother often encouraged them to set off by themselves, explore new things-so he made a plan. On his eighteenth birthday, amid all the fizzy soda and sugary frosted cake, the warm malasadas fresh from the oven, the chatter of his neighbors and his mother, Constantine broke the news to everyone.
He was going to another region, one he'd recently heard of, that held Pokemon of all shapes and sizes. Yes, Alola was a bounty of interesting people and Pokemon as well, but he wanted to go somewhere he'd never been to before. He wanted to venture beyond the salty shore and make his name in the world. Surprisingly, his mother let him go, but made him and his brother both promise to keep in touch with one another; even though they would be miles apart, maybe even worlds apart, she needed them to stay close. Porvold was so happy that Constantine couldn't help but accept the offer, and vow to write whenever possible. He took a sailboat to the region, and the rest is history.
RP SAMPLE --
This wasn’t his cup of tea; no, but seriously, why was he here? Slouching in front of a lab building, trying to keep his cool, eyes glazed-over and hands shaking: he could feel someone watching him. Whatever. He shoved his hands into his pockets until the shaking ceased, and lifted his head, sauntering in like he was confident even though he felt like vomiting. Before the professor could greet him, he lowered his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “Heya. I’m Constantine, and I’m here for a Pokémon.” Great, now he sounded stupid. “I just want a partner, someone I can rely on and be partners with, y’know? Not an outright friend, but a student in a way, a Pokémon I can watch grow an’ all that jazz..” Adjusting his shirt so it wasn’t tucked into his pants, he rolled his eyes at himself, before looking back at the professor with a smile, “Any Pokémon’ll do, really; I didn’t just come ‘ere for a rare one or nothin’. I ain’t got my hopes up, ‘s all I’m sayin’.”
