Mikasi Kuro Mar 31, 2020 13:44:27 GMT 11
Post by shard on Mar 31, 2020 13:44:27 GMT 11
Name: Mikasi Kuro
Trainer Type: Average Trainer with intent to join team rocket.
Appearance: The young man is 12 years old yet he does his best to appear older. He wears a pair of casual black pants and t-shirt while traveling. When he enters a city a navy-blue blazer and tie becomes part of his attire. When possible, he will pay to have his shoes shined. It does help add a few years to his appearance but there is clearly no denying he is a child. While hiking boots are hardly professional looking, they are at least black. The attire is finished off with a wristwatch with black leather strap.
The dark colored attire helps his wheat blond hair stand out. He always attempts to keep it tidy, though obviously harder at times when traveling. The split in the hair is a bit more on the left side with a sweeping bang that ends approximately an inch above his eyes. The young man’s eyes are a green shade with flecks of blue within. Mikasi stands currently at 5’7’’. Between growing and plenty of exercise he has a lanky body with knobby elbows on the arms.
Mikasi is driven by passion so that he often wears a strict expression on his face. His dreams and goals stalk him frequently when he pauses to relax. He has no need to be the best in the world, only to be better than his father. Life taught him to not trust and that morals are only for the naïve. The only way to get what you want in the world is to go to whatever means to ensure it happens yourself. Those who have no goals have no reason to exist.
In his mind the law and those who protect it were only made to help those too weak to care for themselves. He also was quite confident that law and the keepers of it were more prone to fail than those who were without restrictions. For a youth he is certainly filled with conviction and a firm sense of who he is. He doesn’t care for being reminded his young nor anyone trying to look down upon him for it. If you want to earn Mikasi’s respect it would need to be earned. Whether it be a fight between people or between Pokémon he won’t back down until thoroughly bested. Once bested though he is a gracious loser, well most of the time.
Mikasi’s father was the sort who enjoyed gambling and spending little time at home. For years Mikasi did all he could earn to earn his dad’s approval. After all, like most young boys that was his hero. He loved listening to stories his father shared about being part of a secret organization meant to improve the world and how he assisted. His father spoke of catching Pokémon and finding good homes that were in need of a Pokémon’s assistance in one way or another. Since his father would never lie clearly the stories were true.
When Mikasi turned nine his world was rocked. His father went out as normal, but never returned. He had betrayed the young man’s trust though. The last lesson his father ever taught him was to not put his faith in others. Without her husband for income support his mother was around far less as she had to work long hours. Mikasi had lots of time alone to think and search for a new source of stability in his life.
It was at one point walking back to his home from school that he heard some police officers talking softly about team rocket. He stopped to tie a shoe that hadn’t really needed tying to listen a bit longer. They stole Pokémon and apparently either used them for their own means. Apparently they had learned of someone who had bought a Pokémon from them and were going to confront him for information on team rocket. It left Mikasi wondering if his father had been part of this organization and lied about the good he had done.
It was hard to see his father in any good light and so soon Mikasi was confident his father had ditched him for team rocket. It was around that time he found the new meaning he had been looking for. Mikasi started exercising, studying maps and reading up on Pokémon. He had a lot to learn and time wouldn’t stop for him. He would not attempt to get a Pokémon and rush away from home prematurely, for one thing he doubted anyone took those 10yr old trainers overly serious.
Mikasi did odd jobs after school to save up money to buy himself fancier clothes and worked in front of a mirror on how to carry himself. He wanted to be taken seriously and that meant learning how to move with the same manner as adults who seemed to naturally garner respect. He didn’t take days to rest and be lazy. Father leaving had left a wound in his heart that he refused to acknowledge and so the hole was filled with purpose. Any time the old ache started it was squashed and replaced with drive to be better.
So it was he waited until he turned twelve and had saved up a bit of coin to leave home. It was harder than he imagined leaving the one person he still loved, but Mikasi’s mom would be better off with one last mouth to feed after all. He walked off that day knowing she watched him go with a mixture of grief and pride. Someday he would be rich enough to send her all the money she could ever need for an easy life.
Goals: Joining team rocket and rising up in the ranks. Making sure his father regrets ditching his son by being better than him. Being rich would be nice also.
Mikasi always enjoys a new challenge. On another tangent he also has a penchant for enjoying hard butterscotch candies and peppermints.
He is hoping to find a houndour to add to his collection. He wants something that will express his own persona. Something dark with a look of power to it.
How did you find us?: dtt-pmd.boards.net/thread/161/zapdoszulu-pokemon-heartgold-soulsilver-rp (Fallen)
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