.:Special K:.
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Post by .:Special K:. on Mar 27, 2011 9:19:26 GMT -5
Basic Character Information:
Name: Lucien Jacques Badeaux Nickname(s): Lucien or "Luci" are what he mostly goes by. Call him "Lulu" though and you'll get your ovaries kicked in. Not even joking. Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: 13th of October Sexuality: Bisexual Allegiance: Neutral Occupation: Jumped between bartender jobs in the night clubs and pubs around Verona City's ghettos. Having been recently fired, he chose to give training Pokémon a try. Pokemon Speech: Fluent Face-claim: Badou Nails - DOGS
Physical Appearance :
Hair: Red/Ginger Eye Color: Green Height: 5' 11" Build: Lean and lanky, with little visible musculature. Skintone: Pasty white in complexion.
Other Appearance Information:
Lucien, at first glance, is a rather peculiar specimen, if only for his wild dress sense and blazing, crimson locks of hair. The eye-patch only adds to the peculiarity of it all. He has long, red hair that he usually just hangs down over his face. He will tie it up, however, whenever he is doing something where it may get in the way. Reading, cooking(yes, he likes to cook) or generally anything that will give him a mouthful of hair. He never bothered to cut it, even with all the trouble it was worth. It adds a little character to his appearance, or so he says. He has a pale complexion that looks almost like porcelain. He doesn't tan well, with frequent exposure to the sun without his usual bathing in sun cream beforehand giving him a rather nasty burn.
The only outstanding feature about Lucien is his eye-patch that hides the scar where one of his seafoam green eyes once was. The doctors tried their best to reconstruct it but it was no use. He still has scarring on the right side of his face from when he was mauled, along with a few gruesome scars running down his chest, but nothing that he is more sensitive about than his eye.
He stands at a rather so-so five feet and eleven inches tall, with a rather lanky frame. He never bothered with weights, given there wasn't much to tone up. He was always scrawny in appearance, ever since he was a child. The brutish, hulking frame of his father and older brother seemed to have passed him by when it came to genetics, leaving him with a twig-like appearance. It never truly bothered him, given the distaste he had for the two meat-heads.
Luci doesn't really have a style to speak of. He usually dresses in all manners of odd clothing. He usually sticks to a mixture of formal clothing and unusual tidbits thrown in. Black slacks topped off with a checkered top and rainbow suspenders would be a typical outfit for him. You may see him parading around in high heels and a multicoloured gown one of these days.
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Eccentric would be the only way to classify the mannerisms of dear, old Luci. He has always seemed odd to others when viewed from the outside, as is the human nature to judge people at first glance. His unique way of dressing and general quirkiness have often baffled people. It's just part of his creative nature and why he took up drawing as a hobby, in a way giving his ideas life outside of his head.
He is an increasingly stubborn person. When he has his mind set on something there is no way to change it. Lucien has it set up in his head that he's always right and everybody else can go stuff it. He'll never back down as his ego just won't let him. He bumps heads with anyone who disagrees with him and shouts them down until they give in. As it doesn't always work out that way, it often lands him with a broken nose and a black eye. He mouths off his opinions with reckless abandon, treating everyone like crap for the sake of feeding his ego.
Having an ex-army veteran as your father had it's advantages. Not being dumb enough to crawl into a car with some stranger being one of them. It did make him rather paranoid, however. He always sees the worst in people, which only adds to his pessimistic personality. You may see a sunny day but he'll always be the downer who has to point out that one, lonely cloud in the distance or the probability of dying while going about your favourite, day-to-day hobbies and routines. He is always seen looking over his shoulder every few steps, just to make sure those footsteps he heard were just in his head. If that doesn't work, he'll randomly start and stop walking to trick the "stalker" out of getting him. it's just becoming a little too much. It's this paranoia that developed into his fear of contact with another person. Touching him anywhere, especially from behind, will often lead to him having a spazz attack before resting in a fetal position for a few hours or so.
Luci has various destructive qualities, from burning down relationships with people to literally burning down property. He has trouble when in social situations and has a thing against people who get too clingy. The needy, overly enthusiastic kind of person was never his cup of tea. Spending large spans of time in somebody else's company quickly becomes dull and unappealing to him. Best to drop the dead weight than carrying their problems and habits on top of his.
He has always taken the scare tactics approach to ordering people around, whenever the opportunity fell into his lap that is. He acts like some sort of military drill sergeant and does not hesitate to criticize or demean those below him if they are doing an unsatisfactory job, most-likely a trait he learned from observing his father. These mannerisms will most likely carry onwards to when he starts training his own Pokemon, a no-nonsense prick with little patience for those who fall behind the rest of the pack. He simply strives to have anyone that will join his team to reach their full potential and anyone who disagrees can go stuff it. Despite all the crap he may give them, there will always be a place in his stone cold heart for them that'll tell him when enough is enough. He hates to admit it, but he has a paternal instinct that has been known to shine through where necessary. He was often the one who brought the family Glameow to get checked up on before the incident. The Glameow's death only makes him push harder, eager to not have history repeat itself, either by his Pokemon's shortcomings or his own.
Background:
History:
On a misty October night, the thirteenth to be exact, the little red-headed spitfire known as Lucien was born. His parents, Ellen and Claude Badeaux, were overjoyed to have a second boy to add to their household. Meanwhile, his older brother of eight years thought it would be fun to have a younger brother he could play with and teach stuff to. From the very beginning, this proved not to be the case.
Luci was always the odd kid who everyone mistook for a troublemaker. In school he was often daydreaming off into the clouds, drawing some rather impressive things for his age. His teachers would always call him lazy and inattentive, but this proved never to be the case. he was a smart kid, there was no doubt about that. He did his schoolwork, read many a book to keep him occupied, and very often he was seen listening to Professor Oak's speeches on the television. He just had a problem when it came to authority figures. The idea that they always thought they were better than him just because they were older ticked him off. Soon he had a bigger ego than they ever did.
His father wanted another jockish, sport-obsessed son to parade around and act like he was some trophy dad. Lucien never quite developed just how he would have liked. He liked to draw, not go hiking. He could cook but hadn't a clue when it came to his father's war stories. What a load of tripe in his opinion. His father was always the slave driver type, trying to push him on with the "tough love" style of parenting. Soon enough, this rubbed off on Lucien and became his way of thinking about everything. It was his way or the highway.
Lucien was sixteen when he started smoking, roughly around the time he came out about his sexuality. Yet another thing he did that disappointed his father. All the negative comments and treatment around this time was what pushed him over the edge and provoked him into running away from home. He had seen people go off on journeys with Pokémon before. It'd be a piece of cake in his mind. He fled with his mother's Glameow and ran north of Olivine. Needless to say, he didn't make it very far before getting the shit knocked out of him by a Houndour pack and it's pack leader, a rather brutish Houndoom. It mauled him near the brink of death, with his mother's Glameow already dead.
He was found by a man mid-attack who fended the pack off and rushed him to a hospital. He finally awoke roughly a week after he was attacked. For the most part he was alright. There was lots of scarring, with the doctor's saying that they were unable to salvage what remained of his right eye. His parent's arrived to take him home, berating him about how stupid he was for what he did.
He stayed with his parent's until he was eighteen before moving away to Verona City in Cheyenne, where he rented an apartment, making money by working in various bars. He still always wondered what it would have been like to have gone on a proper journey with his own Pokemon, but he figured he hadn't a chance. He got many Coordinators and Trainers in the bar, showing off their achievements and bragging over how great their Pokémon were. It made him bitter.
At twenty-three years of age, having yet to accomplish much of anything in his God-awful life, Daegan was growing restless. He was struggling to pay off his bills and monotony of his day-to-day routine was getting on his nerves. Eventually his attitude affected his work and he was fired. Having mulled it over for a few nights he figured "what the hell" and decided to give being a trainer a go. After a few days of getting things packed up, he left to get himself a starter Pokémon and begin his journey.
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Post by DR-@@GON on Mar 27, 2011 18:02:24 GMT -5
[A]ccepted! <3
Your character may proceed to the Lab/Ranger Station for his first pokemon.
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