Post by TheJustice on May 30, 2011 21:14:23 GMT 11
Name: Blake Solomon
Age: 15 years
Gender: Male
Trainer Type: Pokemon Trainer
Hometown: Downtown Goldenrod City, Central Johto
Appearance:
Blake stands at a rather average 5”8 and weighs in at just an average at 70kg. In comparison to other adolescents his age, Blake is at the center of normal. He is no way the tallest, strongest or fastest, but that isn’t to say he isn’t in good shape. His body could be described as lean, toned or any other terms that reflect him having a generally ideal physique.
On his head, sits a relatively well groomed head of chestnut brown, slightly waved hair, in what seems to be a hastily cut “do”. However Blake’s choice of hair style is in fact a great reflection upon himself, as he himself chose and cut the style, albeit hastily.
On his torso, Blake wears a slightly faded sleeveless shirt, of what seemed to have some point been a vibrant shade of red. Said shirt, due to its rather blatant age, is relatively small in comparison to Blake, thus causing it to cling quite tightly to Blake’s torso.
Over his shirt, Blake occasionally wears a well-worn leather jacket, which he received from his late uncle as a present a good while ago. Due to this, Blake refuses to discard it, no matter how small it becomes on him, as to him it holds great sentimental value.
On his lower body, Blake wears a simple pair of faded grey jeans, with the occasional rip in the knee, each one symbolising a recent tumble that’s occurred in Blake’s life. On Blake’s feet, a pair of rather plain footwear is visible, nothing special but enough to do the job. Practicality inspires Blake’s choice in clothing, not style.
Personality:
As light in personality as in shade of hair, Blake has never been one to be purposefully mean to others. Blake is soft in character, he finds more joy in the helping of others less fortunate than him, in comparison to causing them discomfort. Of course, due to his kind nature, he is often taken “the fool”. Blake can be seen as a gullible persona, although willing to do whatever he can for people in need of his services, often this kindness is taken for granted and then used against Blake. However, in recent times, Blake has come to see one of his more major flaws, and begun to combat it with an attempt at being less predictable to others who may want to harm him.
Towards Pokemon, Blake is just a caring and kind as he is towards humans, never letting a Pokemon’s unhappiness go unquestioned. Upon seeing a Pokemon in despair, under a trainer’s care or other, Blake will make it his business to find and rectify the problem. This however, may make him come across slightly quick-tempered and even at times rather arrogant. For when he sees a problem, stopping him isn’t an option, thus meaning anyone who wishes to do so, will have to make a grand effort in doing so.
As a Pokemon battler, Blake’s persona does seem to alter slightly. Where there was once calm and a sense of compassion towards others, in battle is replaced by an aura of evaluation and calculation. A cool sense of applied knowledge used to the best of both Blake’s and his Pokemon’s finest abilities. Of course, Blake would never be one to take a battle too far, or even to voluptuously engage one, however when needed, he will gladly step up to the plate. For better or worse.
History:
As a young boy, Blake was most loved by his parents. With a pair of happy, forgiving guardians, Blake’s early talents began to flourish. His schoolwork was of the top class, as were his abilities in quite a few non-academic areas too. A young Blake would find himself quite content to study unnecessarily in the areas of schooling he’d been taught that day. Usually with his aforementioned parents. Again, as a young boy. was when Blake first llearned of his love for Pokemon. During a much deserved trip to the seaside at Cherrygrove, as a treat for his excellent progress in class, Blake found himself sitting quite uncomfortably on the beach. Quite far from the sea, the young boy sat happily, breathing the fresh air into his lungs with deep gulps. Living in the congested city all of his life, had caused the young boy to have never seen, or tasted for that matter, the beauties of the natural world he lived in. Or to what extent, the creatures that lived in it. Young Blake, at only 9 years of age, that fateful day, saw something that would haunt him to this day. His mother waved to him from the sea, a beaming smile evident on her face. Suddenly, she jerked, unnaturally. The emotion on her face switched quickly from happiness to confusion, and then fear. A ball of green tentacles enveloped her, dampening her screams as it began to pull her down into the ocean depths. Instinctively, young Blake sprinted to the rescue of his mother as fast as his little legs could carry him. But, to no avail. The Tentacruel merely too k one look at the small creature running towards it, and deemed it target practice. It altered it’s body shape to maneuver it’s “mouth” to face the boy, before releasing a barrage of bubbles into his chest. The boy flew backwards but, not before the stone he’d picked up beforehand had been launched at the Pokemon. It took the hit square in the face, and loosened its grip on the woman. However, it was too late. Blake’s mother lay still, floating face down in the calm ocean. Blake’s father arrived on the scene, holding three ice creams in his hold. He dropped them to the sand as he rushed to the aid of his late wife. The Tentacruel scurried away, leaving its victim in the embrace of her loved ones.
From this moment onwards, Blake’s life changed. His father couldn’t adeptly look after him, no matter how hard he tried. However both still managed to remain possible. Leading up to his 15th birthday, Blake had tried to convince his father to permit him to go on his journey. Not only to fulfil his childhood dreams, but also to help relieve the stress on the family’s finance issues. His father eventually gave in, and sent Blake on his way to NewBark town.
Goals:
To travel the vast world he was born into, living and learning all of the things he’s learnt about whilst he was young.
Whilst on his journey, to meet and make many new friends, human and Pokemon alike.
During his journey, taking and hopefully defeating the Pokemon Gym Challenge, to show everybody just how strong his bond with Pokemon is.
Overcoming his fear of the Tentacruel family line. And eventually finding the Tentacruel which killed his mother, to find out the reason behind it.
Other Info:
Blake likes all types, although he says he prefers the Ground type most.
Blake adores apples, always has, always will.
Blake likes to read, so in times of extreme boredom will resort to any text for fun.
How did you find us?:
The Moderator Xpedential referred me here. Thank him for that. ;]
Age: 15 years
Gender: Male
Trainer Type: Pokemon Trainer
Hometown: Downtown Goldenrod City, Central Johto
Appearance:
Blake stands at a rather average 5”8 and weighs in at just an average at 70kg. In comparison to other adolescents his age, Blake is at the center of normal. He is no way the tallest, strongest or fastest, but that isn’t to say he isn’t in good shape. His body could be described as lean, toned or any other terms that reflect him having a generally ideal physique.
On his head, sits a relatively well groomed head of chestnut brown, slightly waved hair, in what seems to be a hastily cut “do”. However Blake’s choice of hair style is in fact a great reflection upon himself, as he himself chose and cut the style, albeit hastily.
On his torso, Blake wears a slightly faded sleeveless shirt, of what seemed to have some point been a vibrant shade of red. Said shirt, due to its rather blatant age, is relatively small in comparison to Blake, thus causing it to cling quite tightly to Blake’s torso.
Over his shirt, Blake occasionally wears a well-worn leather jacket, which he received from his late uncle as a present a good while ago. Due to this, Blake refuses to discard it, no matter how small it becomes on him, as to him it holds great sentimental value.
On his lower body, Blake wears a simple pair of faded grey jeans, with the occasional rip in the knee, each one symbolising a recent tumble that’s occurred in Blake’s life. On Blake’s feet, a pair of rather plain footwear is visible, nothing special but enough to do the job. Practicality inspires Blake’s choice in clothing, not style.
Personality:
As light in personality as in shade of hair, Blake has never been one to be purposefully mean to others. Blake is soft in character, he finds more joy in the helping of others less fortunate than him, in comparison to causing them discomfort. Of course, due to his kind nature, he is often taken “the fool”. Blake can be seen as a gullible persona, although willing to do whatever he can for people in need of his services, often this kindness is taken for granted and then used against Blake. However, in recent times, Blake has come to see one of his more major flaws, and begun to combat it with an attempt at being less predictable to others who may want to harm him.
Towards Pokemon, Blake is just a caring and kind as he is towards humans, never letting a Pokemon’s unhappiness go unquestioned. Upon seeing a Pokemon in despair, under a trainer’s care or other, Blake will make it his business to find and rectify the problem. This however, may make him come across slightly quick-tempered and even at times rather arrogant. For when he sees a problem, stopping him isn’t an option, thus meaning anyone who wishes to do so, will have to make a grand effort in doing so.
As a Pokemon battler, Blake’s persona does seem to alter slightly. Where there was once calm and a sense of compassion towards others, in battle is replaced by an aura of evaluation and calculation. A cool sense of applied knowledge used to the best of both Blake’s and his Pokemon’s finest abilities. Of course, Blake would never be one to take a battle too far, or even to voluptuously engage one, however when needed, he will gladly step up to the plate. For better or worse.
History:
As a young boy, Blake was most loved by his parents. With a pair of happy, forgiving guardians, Blake’s early talents began to flourish. His schoolwork was of the top class, as were his abilities in quite a few non-academic areas too. A young Blake would find himself quite content to study unnecessarily in the areas of schooling he’d been taught that day. Usually with his aforementioned parents. Again, as a young boy. was when Blake first llearned of his love for Pokemon. During a much deserved trip to the seaside at Cherrygrove, as a treat for his excellent progress in class, Blake found himself sitting quite uncomfortably on the beach. Quite far from the sea, the young boy sat happily, breathing the fresh air into his lungs with deep gulps. Living in the congested city all of his life, had caused the young boy to have never seen, or tasted for that matter, the beauties of the natural world he lived in. Or to what extent, the creatures that lived in it. Young Blake, at only 9 years of age, that fateful day, saw something that would haunt him to this day. His mother waved to him from the sea, a beaming smile evident on her face. Suddenly, she jerked, unnaturally. The emotion on her face switched quickly from happiness to confusion, and then fear. A ball of green tentacles enveloped her, dampening her screams as it began to pull her down into the ocean depths. Instinctively, young Blake sprinted to the rescue of his mother as fast as his little legs could carry him. But, to no avail. The Tentacruel merely too k one look at the small creature running towards it, and deemed it target practice. It altered it’s body shape to maneuver it’s “mouth” to face the boy, before releasing a barrage of bubbles into his chest. The boy flew backwards but, not before the stone he’d picked up beforehand had been launched at the Pokemon. It took the hit square in the face, and loosened its grip on the woman. However, it was too late. Blake’s mother lay still, floating face down in the calm ocean. Blake’s father arrived on the scene, holding three ice creams in his hold. He dropped them to the sand as he rushed to the aid of his late wife. The Tentacruel scurried away, leaving its victim in the embrace of her loved ones.
From this moment onwards, Blake’s life changed. His father couldn’t adeptly look after him, no matter how hard he tried. However both still managed to remain possible. Leading up to his 15th birthday, Blake had tried to convince his father to permit him to go on his journey. Not only to fulfil his childhood dreams, but also to help relieve the stress on the family’s finance issues. His father eventually gave in, and sent Blake on his way to NewBark town.
Goals:
To travel the vast world he was born into, living and learning all of the things he’s learnt about whilst he was young.
Whilst on his journey, to meet and make many new friends, human and Pokemon alike.
During his journey, taking and hopefully defeating the Pokemon Gym Challenge, to show everybody just how strong his bond with Pokemon is.
Overcoming his fear of the Tentacruel family line. And eventually finding the Tentacruel which killed his mother, to find out the reason behind it.
Other Info:
Blake likes all types, although he says he prefers the Ground type most.
Blake adores apples, always has, always will.
Blake likes to read, so in times of extreme boredom will resort to any text for fun.
How did you find us?:
The Moderator Xpedential referred me here. Thank him for that. ;]
