Post by iPokemon on Apr 7, 2010 4:44:00 GMT 11
~Orion Kazol
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Well, hi! My name is Orion Kazol.
My friends call me Oreo, O, and Orol. Don't be afraid to call me by a nickname, I won't gettoomad.
I'm pretty sure I am a Male, but I've been called more than that. They called mewords I can't say out-loud.
Last time I checked,which wasn't long ago, I was 16. My mom made a big fuss of my birthday, so I had to cooperate. That's one more reason why I know, for sure, that I am 16.
I am a Trainer,and a newbie at that, and I sure love my Pokémon! You would think I am somewhat in my years of Pokémon training, but then you would be wrong.>
I like to say I am around 5 foot 9 inches, but people always say, "No way!". I suppose, if I would stop growing, I could keep track of how tall I was.
I have a very short, buzzed type hair cut. I like my hair short, but that is my preference.I like to see everything around me!People comment all the time about how blond my hair is, but I think that the Sun is just glaring in their eyes at just the right time, when they are looking at me.That, or they have to crane their neck to see me, making the glare-in-the-eyes way more probable!
I have a very odd green-tinted eye color, some people call it a jade, but it looks more like a greenish-brown.I think of it as a more mix-all-the-colors-of-the-rainbow-with-more-green-added-brownish-green color.
I have a preference, when in the season of Summer, to wear jean-shorts, with a clean T-shirt.Hey, nothing wrong with clean and simple!Though, when it gets colder, I will wear some jeans or sweat-pants, with a T-shirt and Hood-y sweatshirt.Hoodies = Love of the World
People call me very outgoing, but I always think of myself as a more shy person. If someone would tell me to go talk to a stranger, I wouldn't do that. Do they think I'm crazy?For all I know, they could be my stalker o.oAnd if you haven't noticed, I like side comments. Those are just things that I have to think in my head, my opinions count for me, and for me only. Of course, if you want to hear my schizophrenic ideas, please do not hesitate to ask!Unless you are my stalker, then I won't.
I was born, June 21st, at the Mozlal Hospital in the Erinuki Region. My parent's names were Mary(Mother), and George(Father). They had been married for 3 years when I was born.
Life was good, for the first 3 years of my life, that is. My parents got into financial trouble, and they left me at an adoption center. From then on, I had forgotten of my maternal parents. I hated them. They left me, even if they were in financial trouble, they could have brought me with them.
Before I was 6, I had 2 episodes. I completely got knocked out, fell to the floor, and gave my caretaker a heart-attack.Not literally, but you get what I mean.In my episodes, I dreamed of my parents. They seemed to get really clear, and then fade away. It was nice to see their faces. Although I hated them, I didn't mind seeing them.How could I have hated my parents so much when I was a kid?
The episodes stopped, shortly after my 7th birthday. It must have been a blessing from God, because I haven't had an episode to this date. I am sure, that if I was to have another episode, I would loathe seeing my parents.
My whole life had been spent in an adoption home, waiting and hoping to be adopted by someone kind enough to adopt me. I had been interviewed by many families, but they all left before I got to tell my story.
Thus, my hate of humans was growing rapidly.
Then I met my first Pokemon, Squirtle. I loved and still love him to this day. He is what formed me into what I am today. He was that light at the end of a dark and dreary cave.
Before I could explode from happiness, Squirtle was taken away from me. My caretakers at the adoption home did not allow Pokémon or any other animal, for that matter.
Now, hate ruled my life. It ate at my inner being. I wanted my Squirtle back so badly, I ran away from the protection and warmth of the adoption home. I would find my lost Squirtle, no matter how long it took.
Thus my search started. A day into my search, I was ambushed by some dogs in the city. I ran and I ran, trying to evade the wild dogs. I became tired very soon, I didn't sleep since I left the adoption home. I was bitten by the dogs, one of them had foam coming from it's mouth.Oh crap!
I awoke, feeling like I was going to burn to ashes.
Those dogs had left me, but I could feel the eyes of someoneor something o.ostaring at me. I sat up slowly, surveying around me. There stood my Squirtle!
He must have used some sort of water spray on me to wake me up or something, because I was all wet.That, or I peed my pants..
He looked at me, joy in his eyes. He hobbled over to me, he clearly had been attacked by the dogs also. He had a gash on his lower left leg, blood stained.
I took him to the nearest Pokémon Center, running the whole way. I didn't need to give up now, not when my dearest friend was with me.
Squirtle was healed, soon enough, and was back up and walking perfectly again. I wanted to be just like that Squirtle. Without a care, and can be healed so quickly.
Not much like my hatred-prone heart. It had been cut open and scabbed over so many times, it isn't even humanly possible.
I wanted to become a Pokémon. I would find someone that could make me a Pokémon. By natural means, or by unheard of experimentation.
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