Post by rawrykinzz--* on Jun 18, 2011 4:39:27 GMT 11
Name: Boone Mortimer
Age: twenty-seven
Gender: manly man
Trainer Type: run-of-the-mill ace trainer
Hometown: Mahogany Town
Appearance:
Boone is a peculiar young man. With his almost silvery hair, long like a woman's and unkempt in the worst sort of way. The curling smile upon his face lights up most of his pallid skin, growing and growing with each moment that seems to pass. Most of his vision is blurred by his hair, which hides most of the upper half of his face. The crown of his head rests beneath a smashed-in top hat, though he doesn't seem to notice it's rather deplorable state. He's a tall fellow, and his age surely doesn't show. The slow wear of time barely affects him, though it's obvious that he's in his twenties.
His clothes might be considered a bit strange in their own right. The color pallet consists mostly of grays and blacks, so as to contrast that of his skin and hair. His clothes might even be considered that of a vagabond's - stitched together scraps and excess material. A sash of purple-gray, a dress-like overcoat that would hide what lay beneath. Thick black boots and golden-colored string that cascaded across his thigh. While this might cause for quite some heat during the summer months, he seems not to notice - nor care.
Personality: Boone is no easy character to just simply explain away. While some might call him eccentric, others might just simply call him crazy and drop the subject. His emotions rarely scatter into angry or sad. In fact, he's a holly old fellow. He finds most things to be quite jovial and trivial, and will more than likely speak his mind over the subject. He might have his strange habits and peculiar laughs, but when all is said and done, he's a human being, too. He might be wonderfully and inexplicably capable of hiding his true feelings from most, but that does not mean that he has his bad days or big mess-ups.
Being so close to his mother, he has very many feminine traits. His voice is slightly higher than a normal man of his age, and his hair is longer and braided and plated in some areas. His preferences to certain things can be rather harsh or off-balance, and yet again, he's not afraid to say so. While it seems he is incapable of hating someone on the outside, he /is/ capable of having a strong disliking for certain people, places, things, and pokemon. He has a strong fear for small children, and as such might act a little more hectic when battling them than usual. It is unsure as to why he fears younger people, but he is.
History: Since a rather young age, Boone was taught his family's trade - taking care of the dead. He took greatly after his mother, in a sense almost ignoring his father. This, unfortunately, drove his father mad, not in the real sense. He was not afraid to push his son to his limits, expecting only the best of him. There was no abuse, no sad story to be had. His father just generally got a bad taste in his mouth when he saw his son. Every morning. Working next to him 24/7. His family was in no way on good terms with their son. He did what he wished, said what he wanted. One might consider him to even be a bit of a snob, pampered in a sense.
In the end, his parents grew accustomed to the odd ways and the peculiar sayings. They still would not exactly approve of him, but they had learned to let most things slide. His father was still as harsh as ever, and his mother as close to him as possible. High school came, and he watched the departure of just about every child in his class. He didn't mind watching them go, laughing at it in the aftermath. He laughed at just about everything he did as a child. His academics were just as good as he could get them. His father was almost proud with that. Almost because it was still his son he had to deal with when the report cards came home.
Finally, with the slow realization like that of the rising sun in the morning, Boone's parents decided it was time to let him go. He was practically a man. Time had flown by, bringing and taking with it too many dead and gone. Packing up as little as he could (for he was not much of a materialistic person), Boone set out into the wide world. With less in his pocket than there should have been, and with more than enough years behind him, he was off. He held, almost dearly, onto his memories. Tossing them like bread crumbs from the table of his mind, he was off. For he was Boone Mortimer, and what was to stop him from having some fun?
Goals: In all retrospect; to have more fun than anyone else.
Other Info: ahoohoohoo, his laugh is rather creepy
oh and i'm not sure what pokemon would fit him best, so i have no real preferences, though i have this strong incapability of accepting certain pokemon as i'm just really biased on how cute something is - and usually my cute is a little deranged (or so I'm told) yeah i am completely rambling right now .
How did you find us?: the place that goes bing
Age: twenty-seven
Gender: manly man
Trainer Type: run-of-the-mill ace trainer
Hometown: Mahogany Town
Appearance:
Boone is a peculiar young man. With his almost silvery hair, long like a woman's and unkempt in the worst sort of way. The curling smile upon his face lights up most of his pallid skin, growing and growing with each moment that seems to pass. Most of his vision is blurred by his hair, which hides most of the upper half of his face. The crown of his head rests beneath a smashed-in top hat, though he doesn't seem to notice it's rather deplorable state. He's a tall fellow, and his age surely doesn't show. The slow wear of time barely affects him, though it's obvious that he's in his twenties.
His clothes might be considered a bit strange in their own right. The color pallet consists mostly of grays and blacks, so as to contrast that of his skin and hair. His clothes might even be considered that of a vagabond's - stitched together scraps and excess material. A sash of purple-gray, a dress-like overcoat that would hide what lay beneath. Thick black boots and golden-colored string that cascaded across his thigh. While this might cause for quite some heat during the summer months, he seems not to notice - nor care.
Personality: Boone is no easy character to just simply explain away. While some might call him eccentric, others might just simply call him crazy and drop the subject. His emotions rarely scatter into angry or sad. In fact, he's a holly old fellow. He finds most things to be quite jovial and trivial, and will more than likely speak his mind over the subject. He might have his strange habits and peculiar laughs, but when all is said and done, he's a human being, too. He might be wonderfully and inexplicably capable of hiding his true feelings from most, but that does not mean that he has his bad days or big mess-ups.
Being so close to his mother, he has very many feminine traits. His voice is slightly higher than a normal man of his age, and his hair is longer and braided and plated in some areas. His preferences to certain things can be rather harsh or off-balance, and yet again, he's not afraid to say so. While it seems he is incapable of hating someone on the outside, he /is/ capable of having a strong disliking for certain people, places, things, and pokemon. He has a strong fear for small children, and as such might act a little more hectic when battling them than usual. It is unsure as to why he fears younger people, but he is.
History: Since a rather young age, Boone was taught his family's trade - taking care of the dead. He took greatly after his mother, in a sense almost ignoring his father. This, unfortunately, drove his father mad, not in the real sense. He was not afraid to push his son to his limits, expecting only the best of him. There was no abuse, no sad story to be had. His father just generally got a bad taste in his mouth when he saw his son. Every morning. Working next to him 24/7. His family was in no way on good terms with their son. He did what he wished, said what he wanted. One might consider him to even be a bit of a snob, pampered in a sense.
In the end, his parents grew accustomed to the odd ways and the peculiar sayings. They still would not exactly approve of him, but they had learned to let most things slide. His father was still as harsh as ever, and his mother as close to him as possible. High school came, and he watched the departure of just about every child in his class. He didn't mind watching them go, laughing at it in the aftermath. He laughed at just about everything he did as a child. His academics were just as good as he could get them. His father was almost proud with that. Almost because it was still his son he had to deal with when the report cards came home.
Finally, with the slow realization like that of the rising sun in the morning, Boone's parents decided it was time to let him go. He was practically a man. Time had flown by, bringing and taking with it too many dead and gone. Packing up as little as he could (for he was not much of a materialistic person), Boone set out into the wide world. With less in his pocket than there should have been, and with more than enough years behind him, he was off. He held, almost dearly, onto his memories. Tossing them like bread crumbs from the table of his mind, he was off. For he was Boone Mortimer, and what was to stop him from having some fun?
Goals: In all retrospect; to have more fun than anyone else.
Other Info: ahoohoohoo, his laugh is rather creepy
How did you find us?: the place that goes bing
