Post by carbonated on Dec 4, 2011 18:38:37 GMT 11
Name: Valentine Jian, or Len.
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male.
Trainer Type: Len thought Co-Ordinators were cool for a while, until he found out that the prizes were Ribbons, which were all together too embarrassing in his opinion. Since, he has focused on becoming a full-fledged Trainer, no matter how cute his mother found the Ribbons to be.
Hometown: The small, unnecessarily adorable Cherrygrove City.
Appearance: At full defensive stance-normally after he had uttered some sort of meant-to-be-witty catchphrase and puffed out his chest as far as it will go-he stands at about 5'10, then at 5'9 when he finally gasps for air.
His choppy, dirty (hope I mentioned dirty?) blond hair is just long enough to be pulled into a shady-looking ponytail when he wishes. That is to say, the longest points just nearly reach his shoulders. His emerald eyes, tinged with blue, when not half-hidden beneath his wild bangs are normally widened as far as they will go in some kind of excitement-even then they retain their cat-like narrowness. Altogether, the boy appears lean; his flighty, runner's body only serves to make him appear even more angular. He seems to try and compensate for this with baggy clothing-lots of jackets, big long t-shirts..though, for some reason he has never been seen in baggy pants.
He seems to take a certain pride in his chicken legs, choosing to show them off in very fitted colorful pants. Most people seem mistrust him on sight, so he tries to make a good impression by smiling at people. Normally it results in an incredibly shifty looking grin, which does not really get this point across.
Then again-with his shaggy hair and lanky appearance, most people are left under the impression that a particularly messy upended broomstick has just decided to make their acquaintance shortly after inquiring where it was.
Personality: He isn't all that tall for his age, but his personality certainly makes up for it. Extremely excitable and altogether reckless, he considers a calm, quiet moment time wasted. But, as he does seem to have a knack for getting into trouble, he has not wasted much time in his time. His ambition has driven him to attempt to distance himself from his roots, as in his opinion this is the only way he can move forward. No looking back, and all that. It a good motto too, because he does get dreadfully homesick. For all his pride and stubbornness, he is a complete mama's boy.
"Tell anybody, I swear, I will eat you. Really. Nobody will ever see you again, because you'll be in my stomach."
One of the few, few traits that others admire in him is his sheer amount of confidence. He calmly steps into crazy situations and problems without a moment's thought otherwise, prides himself on his ablility to make best friendsor mortal enemies with complete strangers-even his walk is a kind of self-satisfied strut.
But how can one be so bold, so brave? You might gasp in a southern belle-esque pant while fanning your vapors away with a lacy fan.*
*Clearly, he has this effect on people.
The secret is fairly simple. He isn't.
At any given time, he is so radically over-estimating himself that pretty much any and every threat he makes-and he makes quite a lot, being a 'fighty' kind of guy-is a bluff more or less. The thing is, he's also so stubborn that no matter how many times he fails at something, he is convinced that the next time he tries it will be the successful one. Len has a rather strong sense of justice, and more often then not he takes it upon himself to right the wrongs he encounters. Even though he means well, this is usually a source of trouble.
History:
Valentine Jian was born, a younger brother and future middle child, in the quaint little place that is Cherrygrove City to Macie Williams, a very proud single mother who was doing rather well for herself, thanks very much.
They lived in a lovely little cottage beside other lovely little cottages just off one of the city's many cherry groves-being its namesake, you know-and really, it was rather pleasant.
At least, it was, most of the residents within walking distance of the Williams residence agreed, until that pretty disagreeable little boy of said home decided to share himself with the world.
It wasn't that he set out to bother anyone, really. It was just that, from time to time, he would wander out of his yard like a lost puppy, much to his mother's distress and older brother's amusement, to be found a few short hours later covered in dirt, being dragged up the street by his ear by some provoked housewife screeching about her ruined flowerbed. The situation would quickly be resolved, of course, by profuse apologies and explanation by Valentine's (he hadn't been quite old enough to realize the embarrassment his name caused him yet) mother that she didn't really mean-not because she didn't care, but really, after so many times of doing it the words began to lose their meaning. But she was happy to have such a 'spirited' boy in her words, and the little boy had been content, if ignorantly so.
His world revolved mostly around his mama, and pokemon-shaped crackers to a lesser extent. Yes, those were simple days, back when he admired and even aspired to be like his seemingly-unattainably-cool older brother, even if he really didn't know what it meant. Until he reached school.
It had started out innocently enough. Teachers would double take at his name, glance up at the tow-headed little boy in some astonishment and always, ask the exact same question. He wouldn't happen to know Valen, would he?
It seems like nothing, because at first, that was precisely what it was. After innocently proclaiming that no, really, he was his brother, it would begin. There was a lot that specifically bothered him about the process, but there was one thing, one thing that turned the blankly innocent little boy into the snot-nosed brat he quickly became.
Incidentally, due to his unfortunate allergy to flowers he was quite literally a snot-nosed brat, but this is not the point.
It was the fact that everyone seemed to assume he and his brother were like the same person. If Valen was polite and well-behaved in class, Len must be an absolute angel; if Valen was excelled in sports Len must be fantastic in all the ones he was, and so on. For some reason, he didn't like this a bit. Thinking back, Len liked to think his younger self somehow thought everyone else was confused as to the question of whether Valen and Len were the same person or not, and tried to distinguish himself from his brother by acting as opposite of him as possible.
Even he is aware this is a weird theory.
He was extremely efficient about the whole thing. While he and Valen had never really grown close, they only became more distant as time went on, their vague sort of aversion of each other quickly growing into a certain dislike, even the start of a rivalry. He even stopped going by Valentine, due to the fact that people seemed to think it was okay to call him Valen.
It very much was not.
As the brothers grew older, Valen seemed to grow more distant, not only from the annoyance that was his brother, but his mother as well, growing increasingly secretive and elusive, coming home late grumbling something about having been at a friend's house, and becoming altogether suspicious. It obviously pained their mother, though she was so prideful it wasn't something she would admit. It was a certain mother hen towards her chicks attitude that she had towards her children, and the very thought of one of her chicks drifting away from the nest made her want to cram it back into its egg. But her hurt showed, in her statuesque sort of way, and it wasn't something Len would stand for.
Valen was around 16, and Len about eleven when they finally decided to make something of the tension that had grown between them over years of uncomfortably existing in a parallel sort of way. Doing their best to keep out of each other's paths.
Between Valen's high temper and Len's nearly incoherently sarcastic speech, it was a wonder it took so long before something broke. Despite their contempt for each other being rather obvious, they had never actually gotten into a fight before, and as they really didn't know how to go about it it ended pretty quickly, shortly after they had abruptly given up on screaming at each other and decided to communicate their feelings by punching.
They had gotten a lot in before that moment, though he finds it hard to remember. Somehow the argument had turned to Pokemon, Valen mostly screaming down at him that he was too stupid to ever understand the good he was doing, or to even handle pokemon. It was perfectly great the way Len behaved, he had said, because he could never hope to be as good as Valen at anything. Because obviously, Len was jealous, and always had been.
Now, to an impressionable and alarmingly impulsive preteen, this is about the worst thing he could have said. Unless of course, he wanted Len to chase after him, which he had been planning on doing before the argument even ended. And, positively fuming, he had stormed home intent on telling him mother that he was leaving after Valen, and that she couldn't stop him, and stuffing as manyboxes of Pokemon crackers necessary items into a single bag he was setting off. This plan, as great as it seemed to him eleven year old self at the time, hit the slightest snag before he could even say it out loud.
His mother was pregnant.
As angry as the whole Valen situation made him, he knew he had to-or, at least, felt it was his duty to-stay with her, because it was obvious she would need help, even if it wasn't something she would ever ask for. And she did hold up as haughtily as always, right up until Valentina Williams was born. Len was positively delighted at the fact that she actually seemed to take his advice very seriously, much to his mother's hidden distress.
It was when he wascreepily sneaking into sitting in on one of Tina's classes that he was really introduced to the world of pokemon.
A trainer had been asked to come in and speak to the class, as part of a job fair sort of thing they had going on. The trainer was a girl, and particularly attractive, but of course that wasn't why he was there or anything. They were taken outside and shown a demonstration, mostly of the pokemon and what they could do. Len was absolutely convinced, his mind set. Visions of glamour, his name being known through the region, girls squealing at his pokeballs, that sort of thing. After deciding Co-Ordinating wasn't for him (see: Trainer info) he decided to become a trainer, forcefully ignoring the fact that he was getting a late start.
After all, his brother had left years ago. He had come catching up to do.
Goals:
- Be a Pokémon trainer.
-Catch all the Pokémon.
-Win all the battles, every badge, and beat the crap out of the Pokémon league.
He finds this 3-step plan fairly simple, and doesn't quite understand the looks he gets whenever he explains it to people.
A serious desire of his, though, is to find his brother. There are plenty of things he'd like to say to him, mostly involving where he could put his pokeballs, but he is sure of one thing.
Nothing would please him more than beating him in a pokemon battle.
Other Info: Len is, incredibly, allergic to flowers. Considering his home town, yes, it was a problem.
The location of his father is currently unknown.
Valen and Len were both fathered by Walker (see below), while Tina was, truth be told, a happy accident.
Family:
Marie Williams; mother.
Valentino 'Valen' Jian; elder brother.
Walker Jian; father.
Valentina 'Tina' Williams; younger sister.
How did you find us?:
The magical wonderland that is Google.
Yeah~, the jig is up. Kataya told me about it.
Application completed: [YES]
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male.
Trainer Type: Len thought Co-Ordinators were cool for a while, until he found out that the prizes were Ribbons, which were all together too embarrassing in his opinion. Since, he has focused on becoming a full-fledged Trainer, no matter how cute his mother found the Ribbons to be.
Hometown: The small, unnecessarily adorable Cherrygrove City.
Appearance: At full defensive stance-normally after he had uttered some sort of meant-to-be-witty catchphrase and puffed out his chest as far as it will go-he stands at about 5'10, then at 5'9 when he finally gasps for air.
His choppy, dirty (hope I mentioned dirty?) blond hair is just long enough to be pulled into a shady-looking ponytail when he wishes. That is to say, the longest points just nearly reach his shoulders. His emerald eyes, tinged with blue, when not half-hidden beneath his wild bangs are normally widened as far as they will go in some kind of excitement-even then they retain their cat-like narrowness. Altogether, the boy appears lean; his flighty, runner's body only serves to make him appear even more angular. He seems to try and compensate for this with baggy clothing-lots of jackets, big long t-shirts..though, for some reason he has never been seen in baggy pants.
He seems to take a certain pride in his chicken legs, choosing to show them off in very fitted colorful pants. Most people seem mistrust him on sight, so he tries to make a good impression by smiling at people. Normally it results in an incredibly shifty looking grin, which does not really get this point across.
Then again-with his shaggy hair and lanky appearance, most people are left under the impression that a particularly messy upended broomstick has just decided to make their acquaintance shortly after inquiring where it was.
Personality: He isn't all that tall for his age, but his personality certainly makes up for it. Extremely excitable and altogether reckless, he considers a calm, quiet moment time wasted. But, as he does seem to have a knack for getting into trouble, he has not wasted much time in his time. His ambition has driven him to attempt to distance himself from his roots, as in his opinion this is the only way he can move forward. No looking back, and all that. It a good motto too, because he does get dreadfully homesick. For all his pride and stubbornness, he is a complete mama's boy.
"Tell anybody, I swear, I will eat you. Really. Nobody will ever see you again, because you'll be in my stomach."
One of the few, few traits that others admire in him is his sheer amount of confidence. He calmly steps into crazy situations and problems without a moment's thought otherwise, prides himself on his ablility to make best friends
But how can one be so bold, so brave? You might gasp in a southern belle-esque pant while fanning your vapors away with a lacy fan.*
*Clearly, he has this effect on people.
The secret is fairly simple. He isn't.
At any given time, he is so radically over-estimating himself that pretty much any and every threat he makes-and he makes quite a lot, being a 'fighty' kind of guy-is a bluff more or less. The thing is, he's also so stubborn that no matter how many times he fails at something, he is convinced that the next time he tries it will be the successful one. Len has a rather strong sense of justice, and more often then not he takes it upon himself to right the wrongs he encounters. Even though he means well, this is usually a source of trouble.
History:
Valentine Jian was born, a younger brother and future middle child, in the quaint little place that is Cherrygrove City to Macie Williams, a very proud single mother who was doing rather well for herself, thanks very much.
They lived in a lovely little cottage beside other lovely little cottages just off one of the city's many cherry groves-being its namesake, you know-and really, it was rather pleasant.
At least, it was, most of the residents within walking distance of the Williams residence agreed, until that pretty disagreeable little boy of said home decided to share himself with the world.
It wasn't that he set out to bother anyone, really. It was just that, from time to time, he would wander out of his yard like a lost puppy, much to his mother's distress and older brother's amusement, to be found a few short hours later covered in dirt, being dragged up the street by his ear by some provoked housewife screeching about her ruined flowerbed. The situation would quickly be resolved, of course, by profuse apologies and explanation by Valentine's (he hadn't been quite old enough to realize the embarrassment his name caused him yet) mother that she didn't really mean-not because she didn't care, but really, after so many times of doing it the words began to lose their meaning. But she was happy to have such a 'spirited' boy in her words, and the little boy had been content, if ignorantly so.
His world revolved mostly around his mama, and pokemon-shaped crackers to a lesser extent. Yes, those were simple days, back when he admired and even aspired to be like his seemingly-unattainably-cool older brother, even if he really didn't know what it meant. Until he reached school.
It had started out innocently enough. Teachers would double take at his name, glance up at the tow-headed little boy in some astonishment and always, ask the exact same question. He wouldn't happen to know Valen, would he?
It seems like nothing, because at first, that was precisely what it was. After innocently proclaiming that no, really, he was his brother, it would begin. There was a lot that specifically bothered him about the process, but there was one thing, one thing that turned the blankly innocent little boy into the snot-nosed brat he quickly became.
Incidentally, due to his unfortunate allergy to flowers he was quite literally a snot-nosed brat, but this is not the point.
It was the fact that everyone seemed to assume he and his brother were like the same person. If Valen was polite and well-behaved in class, Len must be an absolute angel; if Valen was excelled in sports Len must be fantastic in all the ones he was, and so on. For some reason, he didn't like this a bit. Thinking back, Len liked to think his younger self somehow thought everyone else was confused as to the question of whether Valen and Len were the same person or not, and tried to distinguish himself from his brother by acting as opposite of him as possible.
Even he is aware this is a weird theory.
He was extremely efficient about the whole thing. While he and Valen had never really grown close, they only became more distant as time went on, their vague sort of aversion of each other quickly growing into a certain dislike, even the start of a rivalry. He even stopped going by Valentine, due to the fact that people seemed to think it was okay to call him Valen.
It very much was not.
As the brothers grew older, Valen seemed to grow more distant, not only from the annoyance that was his brother, but his mother as well, growing increasingly secretive and elusive, coming home late grumbling something about having been at a friend's house, and becoming altogether suspicious. It obviously pained their mother, though she was so prideful it wasn't something she would admit. It was a certain mother hen towards her chicks attitude that she had towards her children, and the very thought of one of her chicks drifting away from the nest made her want to cram it back into its egg. But her hurt showed, in her statuesque sort of way, and it wasn't something Len would stand for.
Valen was around 16, and Len about eleven when they finally decided to make something of the tension that had grown between them over years of uncomfortably existing in a parallel sort of way. Doing their best to keep out of each other's paths.
Between Valen's high temper and Len's nearly incoherently sarcastic speech, it was a wonder it took so long before something broke. Despite their contempt for each other being rather obvious, they had never actually gotten into a fight before, and as they really didn't know how to go about it it ended pretty quickly, shortly after they had abruptly given up on screaming at each other and decided to communicate their feelings by punching.
They had gotten a lot in before that moment, though he finds it hard to remember. Somehow the argument had turned to Pokemon, Valen mostly screaming down at him that he was too stupid to ever understand the good he was doing, or to even handle pokemon. It was perfectly great the way Len behaved, he had said, because he could never hope to be as good as Valen at anything. Because obviously, Len was jealous, and always had been.
Now, to an impressionable and alarmingly impulsive preteen, this is about the worst thing he could have said. Unless of course, he wanted Len to chase after him, which he had been planning on doing before the argument even ended. And, positively fuming, he had stormed home intent on telling him mother that he was leaving after Valen, and that she couldn't stop him, and stuffing as many
His mother was pregnant.
As angry as the whole Valen situation made him, he knew he had to-or, at least, felt it was his duty to-stay with her, because it was obvious she would need help, even if it wasn't something she would ever ask for. And she did hold up as haughtily as always, right up until Valentina Williams was born. Len was positively delighted at the fact that she actually seemed to take his advice very seriously, much to his mother's hidden distress.
It was when he was
A trainer had been asked to come in and speak to the class, as part of a job fair sort of thing they had going on. The trainer was a girl, and particularly attractive, but of course that wasn't why he was there or anything. They were taken outside and shown a demonstration, mostly of the pokemon and what they could do. Len was absolutely convinced, his mind set. Visions of glamour, his name being known through the region, girls squealing at his pokeballs, that sort of thing. After deciding Co-Ordinating wasn't for him (see: Trainer info) he decided to become a trainer, forcefully ignoring the fact that he was getting a late start.
After all, his brother had left years ago. He had come catching up to do.
Goals:
- Be a Pokémon trainer.
-Catch all the Pokémon.
-Win all the battles, every badge, and beat the crap out of the Pokémon league.
He finds this 3-step plan fairly simple, and doesn't quite understand the looks he gets whenever he explains it to people.
A serious desire of his, though, is to find his brother. There are plenty of things he'd like to say to him, mostly involving where he could put his pokeballs, but he is sure of one thing.
Nothing would please him more than beating him in a pokemon battle.
Other Info: Len is, incredibly, allergic to flowers. Considering his home town, yes, it was a problem.
The location of his father is currently unknown.
Valen and Len were both fathered by Walker (see below), while Tina was, truth be told, a happy accident.
Family:
Marie Williams; mother.
Valentino 'Valen' Jian; elder brother.
Walker Jian; father.
Valentina 'Tina' Williams; younger sister.
How did you find us?:
Yeah~, the jig is up. Kataya told me about it.
Application completed: [YES]
