Post by sunflower on Aug 12, 2024 11:06:49 GMT 11
Name: Rowan Harper
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Trainer Type: Coordinator / Idol <Neutral>
Hometown: New Bark Town
Appearance: Black hair frayed to a green-tinged dye lays bundled in braids at his collar. They flick and wag like a dog's tail with every excitable movement of his head, bouncing along with the heels of his feet. He attempts to confine wayward strands under a soft green cap, pulling at it tighter - firmer - to keep it secured from the odd breeze or his own energy. A lithe hand, thin and twitchy, might lay atop it for a duration of eagerness. This exposes the porcelain that crafts his awkward pre-teen frame, done no justice by the coiled electricity that has him tramping about on gangly legs.
He trips, stumbles, and looks up with dazed sapphire in near-atlantean blue that both dazzles and spirals. He'll have to flap the dirt off loose, comfortable cottons that make up his every-day attire, favoring similar shades of greens and whites with occasional splashes of blue (for more formal occasions) and autumnal shades with the seasons. A bright, cherry-pinked smile reveals dimples that flutter soft, carefree eyelashes long down bird-like cheekbones. A soft, gentle creature with an eagerness untrapped in his small body. The definition of 'heart on his sleeve.'
Personality: There's little about his personality that's belied by his appearance. Bright-eyes and warbly, breathless grins give every impression of a heartfelt young boy. Every new thing amazes him; every new experience invigorates him; and he goes until he can't anymore, collapsing with a pleased yelp at the end of a day and arms spread wide. Rowan is a largely carefree individual, unfettered in the presence of his friends or on his own and perhaps more excited than anybody to take the stage with his Pokemon (and allies). A single true issue hounds at the eye of this storm of joy; he has a bit of a shy streak when it comes to the direction attention of strangers.
While amiable with others and happy to go along with any challenge he's presented, he's tempered by the typical social awkwardness common in teenage boys. For all of his optimism and energy, he doesn't know that many people and hasn't spent much time out of his hometown -- there's a hurdle to pass to reach his goals, especially as his ambitions require a more and more outgoing personality ... of which he ticks the requisite energy and desire, but clamps up in front of crowds. It's an ultimately minor form of anxiety, and yet a difficult one for the young'un to overcome. His only working approach thus far is flipping something of a 'switch' - in a play of dramatics, he attempts the role of a 'heel' when it comes to higher intensity situations like battles, crowdwork or generally meeting less-than-friendly trainers. If he can out-gun a situation by acting like he's above it - even poorly - the haughtiness can carry a scene until he expends everything his gummy heart can allow and he falls back into himself. For someone so out-going and kind-hearted, he's surprisingly quite timid when pressed.
While amiable with others and happy to go along with any challenge he's presented, he's tempered by the typical social awkwardness common in teenage boys. For all of his optimism and energy, he doesn't know that many people and hasn't spent much time out of his hometown -- there's a hurdle to pass to reach his goals, especially as his ambitions require a more and more outgoing personality ... of which he ticks the requisite energy and desire, but clamps up in front of crowds. It's an ultimately minor form of anxiety, and yet a difficult one for the young'un to overcome. His only working approach thus far is flipping something of a 'switch' - in a play of dramatics, he attempts the role of a 'heel' when it comes to higher intensity situations like battles, crowdwork or generally meeting less-than-friendly trainers. If he can out-gun a situation by acting like he's above it - even poorly - the haughtiness can carry a scene until he expends everything his gummy heart can allow and he falls back into himself. For someone so out-going and kind-hearted, he's surprisingly quite timid when pressed.
History: A ribbon is pulled taut across the small chest of an even smaller boy, twiddling with the end-tips of its pristine edges until it argues a fluffiness that almost mirrors his own; in a lop-shade of black hair, downy with bangs that cover bright blue eyes. He stares back into the mirror through the strands, reaching his hand to brush it aside with the reflection of his lake-like gaze animating with each speck of vision freed. He looked cute. He thought this almost smugly, a thrum of pink that burns across his cheeks abashed and exhilarated. More than that, he looked proper - presentable, as any good performer should be. An idol, like he saw on television sprawled in their living room just days prior. He had relayed this to his mother, amused before him, and the picture of his late father with an infallible energy - this interest, this absolute incitement, as he points and gapes and giggles while tamping between the balls of his feet. He wanted to be like that, too, he said. He could be like that, too.
She bought this ornament for him the following weekend: and he had just now worked up the nerve the evening after, despite the need he permeated in electrifying waves with big, beady eyes trapped on the present box. He had took care - something still new to small, fumbly hands faster than the mind that pretends to pilot them - unwrapping the gift, and was now still in that mirror, peering back at himself with the temerity of victory. His mother wouldn't be home for dinner for at least the following half hour, allowing the boy his chance to prance and sing his praises; and sing he did, quite literally, imagining himself on a great Goldenrod stage and his voice blaring through the speakers of radios across the nation. He ends with a flourish, arms thrown wide, and rests with the panting of his rapid-paced heart just to look out the window from his bedroom to New Bark Town. A plush Pikachu dangled from his fingers, unstill in the wake of his previous movements, and his eyes lift to the Route beyond ...
It'd be years more for the boy that was Rowan Harper to really find himself and what - or how - he could be what he had decided he wanted to, that night, but as he pressed and fluffed out his outfit for this grand adventure ... he couldn't suppress the grin that beamed so bright to threaten this midday sun. Step by step, he thought, taking that first one.
Goals: Despite his current fears and struggles, Rowan wants to perform with his Pokemon more than anything. His grandest wish is to make a name for himself across Johto ... but he'll eagerly settle for the spots where he can shine, even if he has to do it in a silly or awkward way (especially for him, and his stage fright 'switch'). It makes it all the more rewarding when he successfully connects with or helps someone else, especially with a smile. Nothing comes easy. He doesn't want his dream to, either. As long as he can move forward for now ... that's enough, with every step something else to find a spot of pride and continued excitement in.
Other Info: Nothing at the moment! Rowan is happy to stumble into any Pokemon that'd want to go along with him, and is eager to meet new friends -- even if he has to actually stumble into them!
How did you find us?: Googled, luckily!
Application completed: [YES]