Post by Phantasm on Jul 29, 2015 3:41:51 GMT 11
Name: Trevor Saric
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Trainer Type: Basic Trainer, Ex-criminal
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto Region
Appearance:
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Trevor stands comfortably at six feet and a single inch; however he hardly moves the needle, coming in at the front end of healthy weight. Despite a more miniscule build he has no complaints, as his physical design has allowed him to develop a quick foot speed and mobility. His hair has always been a lighter tinted chestnut color, though in recent years between growing it out and bouts of laziness that prevented him from a regular shower, it’s taken on darker hues. It falls chaotically in most directions, including over his forehead. Fortunately for him, he was born with a couple of natural cowlicks that keep his hair from impeding his vision. It doesn’t quite touch his collar in back, but it comfortably covers a good portion of his head. Trevor’s eyes are deep blue pools, and he spared no one their innocent gaze in his youth. Though it can be said his posture and mannerisms can spell “slacker” his deep and soulful eyes give observers pause, and there seems to be too much life in them to belong to someone like him. To complete his look, he has adopted a collection of hairs that he keeps beneath his mouth, mostly around his chin—some believe he keeps them there just to warm his chin. Aside from that he can be spotted with varying levels of stubble or 5 o’clock shadow depending on the day.
In terms of apparel, Trevor truly embodies the “less is more” approach. Often he is dressed fairly humbly, which is equal parts fashion choice, comfort levels, and habitual. Though he never like dressing to stand out, his previous hobbies made blending in a high priority. And though he left his hobbies behind in Kanto, his learned habits have certainly followed. As they say, old habits die hard. Trevor can typically be seen rocking a two-layered shirt combination, and though his outer shirt can be a variety of plain or greyscale colors, his under shirt tends to be one of four shirts that he has apparently been in possession of for a few years: either a grey, red, white, or black long sleeved t-shirt. If the weather calls for it he may dawn a jacket, which varies widely from: black hoodie, to grey hoodie. Trevor is also a firm believer in pants for any occasion. With that in mind, it should come as no surprise that he is rarely seen without a worn pair of jeans or dark pants around his lower extremities. Footwear is of little consequence, though perhaps it should matter more. An old pair of sneakers are typically all he will throw on to brace against the outside world.
Personality:
Trevor can be one of the easiest people to describe, or one of the most difficult, depending on who you speak to. Ask a corrections officer in Kanto’s Celadon City and Trevor is your typical troubled kid who got involved with the wrong kinds of friends and evolved into the typical delinquent with nothing going for him, least of all his rap sheet. A lazy and unmotivated individual, he only seems to find joy in life when he’s taking it from someone else. And while he’s shown remorse at times, he’s been a repeat offender enough times that even his repentance is considered a ruse. If you asked Trevor within the last year he might just shrug and concur. However, if you ask anyone who knew him before his criminal record began they might paint a slightly different picture. While those like his family won’t dispute his misdeeds or the poor choices he made in friends--among other things--they will reminisce about a young man who used to be quite a bit different.
In his youth Trevor wasn’t a saint, but his endeavors were far “cleaner” and even when he slipped up he typically had good intentions. He just wasn’t the greatest executor. He had a zest for life and there wasn’t anyone around who knew how to slow him down once he got going. There was always an adventure to be had or a story to be told. Oh boy did he know how to tell stories. Call him a liar, others would just say his imagination was immense. He would spin tales of miraculous stunts (for a child’s mind) or fantastic Pokémon sightings that were the things of legends. He was a charming and innocent kid with a love of life and anything that could get him out of bed. His teen years would see this twisted and perverted.
His adventure-seeking would become adrenaline-seeking, which would lead to dangerous stunts and other, far more illegal endeavors. He caught on with a small group of trouble-makers who appealed to his sense of adventure and comradery, and with them he would begin down a path that he would come to regret going down. While he has curbed his adolescent “adrenaline junkie” and curtailed his self-diagnosed kleptomania, it can’t be said that he has left these things in the past. They still haunt him. He will often have to fight with the urges that seem to come from somewhere deep within his unconscious, somewhere where he can’t get at them to change them. So instead they just nag at the corner of his consciousness.
In an attempt to void himself of negative influence and keep it that way, he has shielded his friendlier nature behind a wall of aloofness. He has decided to keep those he meets at arm’s length for as long as he can manage. It is painfully obvious to him that his kind heart will eventually betray him, but he hopes that keeping people away that long will allow him to better gauge their value, thus perhaps he won’t be caught in a poor situation as he has been before. His ability to read people has slowly developed, so most who meet him might also call him suspicious. This is true, though it is self-taught in order to add a layer to that wall he has built. Anyone with the character and perseverance to break through his walls will find a kind and fiercely-loyal friend with an admittedly-dry sense of humor, peppered with sarcasm and witty remarks. But to those who would try, he would simply say, “Good luck.”
In a battle Trevor can certainly jump the gun at times, and be a tad quick to act. Though it can’t exactly be called reckless. His strategy sees him attempting to throw opponents off-guard with quick and decisive action. Though if a proper counter is mounted he may take a tad longer to adjust his method. Stubborn is probably an appropriate tag to supply him with, which might lead to this delay in altering battle plans. And though he has a fire for competition in his belly, he will still retain his cool and aloof mannerisms in battle, unless he is taking on a true friend. These are the only matches that could truly bring out his competitive fire.
History:
Born to a typical young couple, the earliest formative years of Trevor’s life were fairly uneventful. As it might be said for anyone who is crawling around in diapers while the majority of their noise is just nonsensical babbling followed by a fountain of drool. It took him a few years to really begin finding his way in the world. His parents may have started young but it wasn’t really an accident. His father had retired from active Pokémon training and opened up a shop stall in Celadon’s massive mall. Meanwhile, his mother had taken an interest in breeding and turned it into a job working the recovery and care fields in the local Pokémon center. They were able to bring Trevor up in a stable and loving environment with parents who were always there for him. They weren’t perfect parents, but they were his, and a young boy couldn’t ask for much better than that.
Around the time he was to begin schooling, Trevor began to blossom and show signs of a solidified personality and genuine human traits. He entered school as a wide-eyed ball of energy, always wanting to play and never appearing to run out of steam. He would exhaust any adult who attempted to keep up with him: parents, teachers, and nannies alike. He was also quick to make friends. With anyone. Which included a stray flower seed, which he affectionately named “Seedy.” School was never the easiest thing for the young boy, but it didn’t give him too much trouble either. He admittedly spent a lion’s share of his time physically exerting his energy and figuring out what friend he wanted to play with next. Needless to say, his social habits stayed well within the same ballpark for much of his young life. It wasn’t until he turned eight that something would come along and change the dynamics of his life.
It was at the tender age of eight that Trevor would be introduced to the next in the Saric family lineage: his sister, Rachel. At first he didn’t know what to make of the tiny thing. It looked like an alien—barely human. He was surprised when his parents said it was “his sister” and he almost didn’t believe them. How could anything that looked so weird be human, let alone related to him? After the initial shock wore off, Trevor found his eight-year-old self oddly drawn to the tiny abomination. He was always playing around with her and laughing when she giggled or toppled over while trying to stand or walk. It was an oddly organic relationship that could only be described as a sibling connection. It wouldn’t take long for Trevor’s brotherly-instincts to kick in, unfortunately for him this would come around the time that his life began to take a self-inflicted poor turn.
Though he began adolescence at twelve, it would be year thirteen that would supply the massive amount of changes some expect from kids transitioning from child to adult. Progressing in school he found that he was drawn towards friends who took risks and had fun in ways that excited him more than typical hum-drum activities. At first dabbling in dare-devil stunting, it quickly devolved into vandalism and burglary. Though he would never directly harm another human, he would indirectly wreak havoc on much of Celadon city, and even neighboring towns and cities. As long as they were a bike’s ride away. His record quickly lengthened, though he and the rest of the delinquents he fell in with committed quite a number of crimes above those they were actually caught for. What was once a peaceful family life began to see dark shades cast upon it as parents bickered over blame, punishment, and even what to say to the troubled teenager. He couldn’t see it at the time, but he was putting an immense strain on his entire family. His father began to remain at his shop longer, and his mother spent more time either at the center or focusing on raising his still-infantile sister. This only seemed to compound his issues.
The next couple years saw Trevor and his friends commit increasingly-greater crimes and causing exponentially greater trouble for those unfortunately enough to take up residence near them. However, after a pokéball shipment theft went bad, his more bold friends brought the group an offer. The offer was to join a larger group of trouble-makers that would allow them access to equipment and backup, in return for membership and a percentages of earnings off their endeavors. Everyone knew of the infamous gang, Team Rocket, but the deal seemed worthwhile to Trevor so he followed suit with his friends in joining up. It didn’t take long for him to see the error of his ways, however. One of the first jobs they attempted was an after-hours break in of one of Celadon’s shops. Trevor realized immediately that his father’s shop was the target. Though this gave him pause, he pushed on and the group began their work. They were messy, however, and Trevor’s workaholic father came rushing out of the back room to see what was happening to his precious shop. When he locked eyes with the perpetrators and saw the rather obvious “R” markings all over their attire, he immediately reached for the panic button beneath his counter. Without warning one of the other members snatched a pokéball from their belt and called an attack on the defenseless man. Acting on instinct Trevor immediately dove for his father, throwing him down behind the counter, but not before the Pokémon managed to land a partial hit on the both of them. Barely conscious, Trevor managed to reach for the panic button before losing his grip and passing out on the floor.
Trevor awoke in a hospital room, and when he jarred awake and attempted to move he felt his arm tethered to the bed frame, which alerted him to that fact that a shiny, silver pair of handcuffs was keeping him in place. The noise he made alerted an officer who had apparently been on-duty just beyond his door, because he heard a loud command to stay put while the officer alerted a detective. Within minutes he was face-to-face with a gruff gentleman who seemed like he had dealt with far too many just like Trevor to care that he was doing it once more. After ascertaining that his father was perfectly okay, outside of minor injuries, he was grilled on his involvement with Team Rocket. After he had convinced the detective of his meaningless rank and simple directive, he was offered something miraculous: if he could come up with enough money to cover a portion of the damages he had caused while under Team Rocket’s employ and gave the detective and his team any names he knew of members, of any rank, he would be granted a second chance. On the condition that it would not be within the confines of Kanto. Jarring as the final stipulation may have been, he accepted immediately and went home to see how much of his “payments” he would need to give away to attain his freedom.
To his chagrin the money he had made was not enough to cover the expenses he was asked to pay. In fact, he had come up quite noticeably short. It was the day of his seventeenth birthday that he would open a card from his parents, containing a check of the remainder of the money he owed. Tears filled his eyes as he read the card, but these tears of joy would turn sour when he went to visit his father at his shop, only to see a large red sign reading, “SOLD” hanging in the window. It was then that it hit him. His father had sold his shop to get the money he now held in his hand. Despite his protests, his father insisted he use that money to finish his payments. He asserted that if selling his shop would buy his son the second chance he needed, he would never hesitate. Filled with a maelstrom of emotions he hadn’t felt before, he hurried to the detective’s office to deliver the final payment and the names, all sealed in an envelope. After a callous joke hoping that Trevor didn’t steal the money he was handing over, he was given papers and information for his trip to the Johto region. It was the nearest region, so it still possessed Team Rocket influence, but the officer felt he could trust Trevor enough to stay clean. If not—he had no qualms about arresting the young man himself and dragging him back to Kanto for a prison sentence.
As Trevor disembarked the magnet train in Goldenrod City, he was greeted by his aunt and uncle, on his mother’s side, who then took them to their home in a smaller town by the name of Cherrygrove. It didn’t take him long to get a little anxious. And though he had taken a job disposing of the waste at the local Pokémon center, his relatives could see he wasn’t fulfilled. Pulling some strings, his uncle managed to get him a probationary job at the market. After several months ingratiating himself to the staff and his superiors, he was offered a position as a delivery liaison. This, in conjunction with his aunt’s suggestion that he visit the Pokémon research lab a town over, allowed Trevor the freedom and direction to begin a journey to realize what he could be, that didn’t involve harming others. With all the enthusiasm of a young adolescent, he bottled it all up as he made his way to the renowned research facility, looking forward to the start of his second chance.
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Age: 17
Gender: Male
Trainer Type: Basic Trainer, Ex-criminal
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto Region
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Trevor stands comfortably at six feet and a single inch; however he hardly moves the needle, coming in at the front end of healthy weight. Despite a more miniscule build he has no complaints, as his physical design has allowed him to develop a quick foot speed and mobility. His hair has always been a lighter tinted chestnut color, though in recent years between growing it out and bouts of laziness that prevented him from a regular shower, it’s taken on darker hues. It falls chaotically in most directions, including over his forehead. Fortunately for him, he was born with a couple of natural cowlicks that keep his hair from impeding his vision. It doesn’t quite touch his collar in back, but it comfortably covers a good portion of his head. Trevor’s eyes are deep blue pools, and he spared no one their innocent gaze in his youth. Though it can be said his posture and mannerisms can spell “slacker” his deep and soulful eyes give observers pause, and there seems to be too much life in them to belong to someone like him. To complete his look, he has adopted a collection of hairs that he keeps beneath his mouth, mostly around his chin—some believe he keeps them there just to warm his chin. Aside from that he can be spotted with varying levels of stubble or 5 o’clock shadow depending on the day.
In terms of apparel, Trevor truly embodies the “less is more” approach. Often he is dressed fairly humbly, which is equal parts fashion choice, comfort levels, and habitual. Though he never like dressing to stand out, his previous hobbies made blending in a high priority. And though he left his hobbies behind in Kanto, his learned habits have certainly followed. As they say, old habits die hard. Trevor can typically be seen rocking a two-layered shirt combination, and though his outer shirt can be a variety of plain or greyscale colors, his under shirt tends to be one of four shirts that he has apparently been in possession of for a few years: either a grey, red, white, or black long sleeved t-shirt. If the weather calls for it he may dawn a jacket, which varies widely from: black hoodie, to grey hoodie. Trevor is also a firm believer in pants for any occasion. With that in mind, it should come as no surprise that he is rarely seen without a worn pair of jeans or dark pants around his lower extremities. Footwear is of little consequence, though perhaps it should matter more. An old pair of sneakers are typically all he will throw on to brace against the outside world.
Personality:
Trevor can be one of the easiest people to describe, or one of the most difficult, depending on who you speak to. Ask a corrections officer in Kanto’s Celadon City and Trevor is your typical troubled kid who got involved with the wrong kinds of friends and evolved into the typical delinquent with nothing going for him, least of all his rap sheet. A lazy and unmotivated individual, he only seems to find joy in life when he’s taking it from someone else. And while he’s shown remorse at times, he’s been a repeat offender enough times that even his repentance is considered a ruse. If you asked Trevor within the last year he might just shrug and concur. However, if you ask anyone who knew him before his criminal record began they might paint a slightly different picture. While those like his family won’t dispute his misdeeds or the poor choices he made in friends--among other things--they will reminisce about a young man who used to be quite a bit different.
In his youth Trevor wasn’t a saint, but his endeavors were far “cleaner” and even when he slipped up he typically had good intentions. He just wasn’t the greatest executor. He had a zest for life and there wasn’t anyone around who knew how to slow him down once he got going. There was always an adventure to be had or a story to be told. Oh boy did he know how to tell stories. Call him a liar, others would just say his imagination was immense. He would spin tales of miraculous stunts (for a child’s mind) or fantastic Pokémon sightings that were the things of legends. He was a charming and innocent kid with a love of life and anything that could get him out of bed. His teen years would see this twisted and perverted.
His adventure-seeking would become adrenaline-seeking, which would lead to dangerous stunts and other, far more illegal endeavors. He caught on with a small group of trouble-makers who appealed to his sense of adventure and comradery, and with them he would begin down a path that he would come to regret going down. While he has curbed his adolescent “adrenaline junkie” and curtailed his self-diagnosed kleptomania, it can’t be said that he has left these things in the past. They still haunt him. He will often have to fight with the urges that seem to come from somewhere deep within his unconscious, somewhere where he can’t get at them to change them. So instead they just nag at the corner of his consciousness.
In an attempt to void himself of negative influence and keep it that way, he has shielded his friendlier nature behind a wall of aloofness. He has decided to keep those he meets at arm’s length for as long as he can manage. It is painfully obvious to him that his kind heart will eventually betray him, but he hopes that keeping people away that long will allow him to better gauge their value, thus perhaps he won’t be caught in a poor situation as he has been before. His ability to read people has slowly developed, so most who meet him might also call him suspicious. This is true, though it is self-taught in order to add a layer to that wall he has built. Anyone with the character and perseverance to break through his walls will find a kind and fiercely-loyal friend with an admittedly-dry sense of humor, peppered with sarcasm and witty remarks. But to those who would try, he would simply say, “Good luck.”
In a battle Trevor can certainly jump the gun at times, and be a tad quick to act. Though it can’t exactly be called reckless. His strategy sees him attempting to throw opponents off-guard with quick and decisive action. Though if a proper counter is mounted he may take a tad longer to adjust his method. Stubborn is probably an appropriate tag to supply him with, which might lead to this delay in altering battle plans. And though he has a fire for competition in his belly, he will still retain his cool and aloof mannerisms in battle, unless he is taking on a true friend. These are the only matches that could truly bring out his competitive fire.
History:
Born to a typical young couple, the earliest formative years of Trevor’s life were fairly uneventful. As it might be said for anyone who is crawling around in diapers while the majority of their noise is just nonsensical babbling followed by a fountain of drool. It took him a few years to really begin finding his way in the world. His parents may have started young but it wasn’t really an accident. His father had retired from active Pokémon training and opened up a shop stall in Celadon’s massive mall. Meanwhile, his mother had taken an interest in breeding and turned it into a job working the recovery and care fields in the local Pokémon center. They were able to bring Trevor up in a stable and loving environment with parents who were always there for him. They weren’t perfect parents, but they were his, and a young boy couldn’t ask for much better than that.
Around the time he was to begin schooling, Trevor began to blossom and show signs of a solidified personality and genuine human traits. He entered school as a wide-eyed ball of energy, always wanting to play and never appearing to run out of steam. He would exhaust any adult who attempted to keep up with him: parents, teachers, and nannies alike. He was also quick to make friends. With anyone. Which included a stray flower seed, which he affectionately named “Seedy.” School was never the easiest thing for the young boy, but it didn’t give him too much trouble either. He admittedly spent a lion’s share of his time physically exerting his energy and figuring out what friend he wanted to play with next. Needless to say, his social habits stayed well within the same ballpark for much of his young life. It wasn’t until he turned eight that something would come along and change the dynamics of his life.
It was at the tender age of eight that Trevor would be introduced to the next in the Saric family lineage: his sister, Rachel. At first he didn’t know what to make of the tiny thing. It looked like an alien—barely human. He was surprised when his parents said it was “his sister” and he almost didn’t believe them. How could anything that looked so weird be human, let alone related to him? After the initial shock wore off, Trevor found his eight-year-old self oddly drawn to the tiny abomination. He was always playing around with her and laughing when she giggled or toppled over while trying to stand or walk. It was an oddly organic relationship that could only be described as a sibling connection. It wouldn’t take long for Trevor’s brotherly-instincts to kick in, unfortunately for him this would come around the time that his life began to take a self-inflicted poor turn.
Though he began adolescence at twelve, it would be year thirteen that would supply the massive amount of changes some expect from kids transitioning from child to adult. Progressing in school he found that he was drawn towards friends who took risks and had fun in ways that excited him more than typical hum-drum activities. At first dabbling in dare-devil stunting, it quickly devolved into vandalism and burglary. Though he would never directly harm another human, he would indirectly wreak havoc on much of Celadon city, and even neighboring towns and cities. As long as they were a bike’s ride away. His record quickly lengthened, though he and the rest of the delinquents he fell in with committed quite a number of crimes above those they were actually caught for. What was once a peaceful family life began to see dark shades cast upon it as parents bickered over blame, punishment, and even what to say to the troubled teenager. He couldn’t see it at the time, but he was putting an immense strain on his entire family. His father began to remain at his shop longer, and his mother spent more time either at the center or focusing on raising his still-infantile sister. This only seemed to compound his issues.
The next couple years saw Trevor and his friends commit increasingly-greater crimes and causing exponentially greater trouble for those unfortunately enough to take up residence near them. However, after a pokéball shipment theft went bad, his more bold friends brought the group an offer. The offer was to join a larger group of trouble-makers that would allow them access to equipment and backup, in return for membership and a percentages of earnings off their endeavors. Everyone knew of the infamous gang, Team Rocket, but the deal seemed worthwhile to Trevor so he followed suit with his friends in joining up. It didn’t take long for him to see the error of his ways, however. One of the first jobs they attempted was an after-hours break in of one of Celadon’s shops. Trevor realized immediately that his father’s shop was the target. Though this gave him pause, he pushed on and the group began their work. They were messy, however, and Trevor’s workaholic father came rushing out of the back room to see what was happening to his precious shop. When he locked eyes with the perpetrators and saw the rather obvious “R” markings all over their attire, he immediately reached for the panic button beneath his counter. Without warning one of the other members snatched a pokéball from their belt and called an attack on the defenseless man. Acting on instinct Trevor immediately dove for his father, throwing him down behind the counter, but not before the Pokémon managed to land a partial hit on the both of them. Barely conscious, Trevor managed to reach for the panic button before losing his grip and passing out on the floor.
Trevor awoke in a hospital room, and when he jarred awake and attempted to move he felt his arm tethered to the bed frame, which alerted him to that fact that a shiny, silver pair of handcuffs was keeping him in place. The noise he made alerted an officer who had apparently been on-duty just beyond his door, because he heard a loud command to stay put while the officer alerted a detective. Within minutes he was face-to-face with a gruff gentleman who seemed like he had dealt with far too many just like Trevor to care that he was doing it once more. After ascertaining that his father was perfectly okay, outside of minor injuries, he was grilled on his involvement with Team Rocket. After he had convinced the detective of his meaningless rank and simple directive, he was offered something miraculous: if he could come up with enough money to cover a portion of the damages he had caused while under Team Rocket’s employ and gave the detective and his team any names he knew of members, of any rank, he would be granted a second chance. On the condition that it would not be within the confines of Kanto. Jarring as the final stipulation may have been, he accepted immediately and went home to see how much of his “payments” he would need to give away to attain his freedom.
To his chagrin the money he had made was not enough to cover the expenses he was asked to pay. In fact, he had come up quite noticeably short. It was the day of his seventeenth birthday that he would open a card from his parents, containing a check of the remainder of the money he owed. Tears filled his eyes as he read the card, but these tears of joy would turn sour when he went to visit his father at his shop, only to see a large red sign reading, “SOLD” hanging in the window. It was then that it hit him. His father had sold his shop to get the money he now held in his hand. Despite his protests, his father insisted he use that money to finish his payments. He asserted that if selling his shop would buy his son the second chance he needed, he would never hesitate. Filled with a maelstrom of emotions he hadn’t felt before, he hurried to the detective’s office to deliver the final payment and the names, all sealed in an envelope. After a callous joke hoping that Trevor didn’t steal the money he was handing over, he was given papers and information for his trip to the Johto region. It was the nearest region, so it still possessed Team Rocket influence, but the officer felt he could trust Trevor enough to stay clean. If not—he had no qualms about arresting the young man himself and dragging him back to Kanto for a prison sentence.
As Trevor disembarked the magnet train in Goldenrod City, he was greeted by his aunt and uncle, on his mother’s side, who then took them to their home in a smaller town by the name of Cherrygrove. It didn’t take him long to get a little anxious. And though he had taken a job disposing of the waste at the local Pokémon center, his relatives could see he wasn’t fulfilled. Pulling some strings, his uncle managed to get him a probationary job at the market. After several months ingratiating himself to the staff and his superiors, he was offered a position as a delivery liaison. This, in conjunction with his aunt’s suggestion that he visit the Pokémon research lab a town over, allowed Trevor the freedom and direction to begin a journey to realize what he could be, that didn’t involve harming others. With all the enthusiasm of a young adolescent, he bottled it all up as he made his way to the renowned research facility, looking forward to the start of his second chance.
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