Post by sunny on Jul 6, 2008 21:09:23 GMT -5
Hn. My name is Quil.
Real Name;; Fred Olson Willson
Full Nickname;; Quil Artio
Gender;; Male
Age;; Seventeen
Sexuality;; Gay <33
Pokemorph;; Hippopotas
Appearance;; Quil has a very slender and lanky build, but he has muscles underneath the slimness of his body. His hands are rough and calloused from years of working on a farm with his family, so light gloves are always found on his hands, for Quil is self-conscious of the fact that he comes from a poor family.
Quil here has long shaggy brown hair that goes down to about his shoulders, it would be constantly falling in his eyes if he kept it loose. So, to solve that problem he has a pair of brown leather goggles adorned on top of his head, to pin back his hair. Why doesn’t he just cut it? Well, it’s to hide the fact that he’s a Hippopotas Pokemorph since his only real revealing feature is his stubby ears that stick out of his scalp. Shaggy hair helps to hide that problem. He also has a tuft of fur, that you would probably call a tail sticking out of his tailbone. It’s uncomfortable to have pants over it, slightly painful at times. So, he has shorts and boxers with a hole, it looks odd, yes. But a backpack that’s (ironically) shaped like the nose of a Hippopotas that sits on low on the back and it easily hides the rear end problem. Shame though, for he has a nice butt.
Quil has sandy eyes that always seem to be in a ‘I blame you’ glare. His lips always seem to be cast downward in a small frown, but if he smiled, the whole room would light up. But since that’s never happened outside of home, don’t be expecting a friendly welcome anytime soon.
His clothes consist of the same thing, simply ranging in color from sandy brown to a deep topaz. He looks like a mini desert with all of his clothing items being brown, even his only pair of shoes. Brown camouflage pants are always draped over his slim frame, gloved hands usually stuck in the pockets. Quil wears a brown tank usually, the cold doesn’t bother him.
Personality;; Quil is a very standoffish fella; not many people warm up to him, but its not a wonder why. He doesn’t welcome people easily, and just with his look you are already, planning a route around this scowling seventeen year old. His trademark feature is his permanent grimace; you will most likely not see him smile. Okay, realistically, it will be nearly impossible for you to ever see him smile. The only time he smiles is around his family, and then his smile is so gentle and timid it’s as if he’s afraid he’s going about it all wrong.
His real self is tightly bottled up inside, so tight Quil doesn’t even remember his playful, carefree self when he was younger. He blames everyone for what happened in his past, and hence that his glare has a clear message. Stay away, this is your fault.
Subconsciously, people usually get nervous around his and his piercing stare, conversations don’t last long. Although, with him there would be no conversation, more grunts and awkward silences, therefore the person that was dumb enough to even come up to him in the first place would then be intimated by his stare and be forced to make a not so elegant exit. Usually they would stammer in the process and trip as his gaze followed them out of the room or eyesight.
Anti-social much?
Background;;
Quil is a Farmer’s child, he always lived out in the country growing crops for Pokémon and humans alike to eat. With his faithful Tauros by his side, he could always be found plowing the fields, harvesting the wheat or feeding the herd. One time the entire flock got loose because he had left the door open on the gate by accident and the Tauros trampled a couple stands and frightened a lot of people. Quil, alone was able to get them under control though; he works well under pressure. Although, one of the bucks speared him, adding a scar along with the numerous calluses adorned on his hands.
He had a happy family, a mom and a dad along with his siblings; two brothers, one younger and one older. The oldest, Billy is also a pokemorph; a dugtrio ‘morph to be exact, and his family never knew there was a problem, he was a very go-lucky lad. Sadly though, his Pokémon side was wildly unbalanced, and due to that fact eventually there was more Dugtrio than Billy. So, once he revealed his problem it was spiraling out of control and he was nearly all wild. Quil, or Fred as he was know back then, spent hours at his bedside, calming down his feral brother. Billy was his role model, and he swore to himself, he would help him get better, treating him like a human. On the few occasions when Billy was sane, he would always promise he would overcome this. Quil believed him, and when one night Billy slipped away though a tunnel he had been digging, disappearing forever. Quil was devastated; feeling like a part of his heart had been ripped out.
Ever since then, he’s believed that all pokemorphs are destined to a fate like that, including him. Alas, to prevent anyone from having to suffer what he did when Billy when wild, he’s distanced himself from everyone, so one one has to know what it feels like. No one has to know the pain, the suffering. The anguish. Yes, Quil is a troubled teen, but with good intentions. However, he’s so used to always having the cold frosty exterior, he doesn’t even remember being friendly to anyone before.
Now an hormornal teen, he’s planning to join a small association; Team Death.
Fred is so tightly bottled up.
He doesn’t exist.
Example of your literacy: Yeah, just a postee that I made here.
Styu was sniffing around, exploring the woods sometimes encountering a small weedle, every time he tried to grab them, they simply scampered away, too quickly for him to bother chasing them. Styu scanned his surroundings making sure nothing was going to pop up and attack Clara and himself. Of course, /if/ the did, he would simply fight them off. No problem at all. A smirk on his face, he began to strut around the clearing, showing off his attention catching tail and emitting his warning stink to ward off any predators.
Clara had her eyes closed and was leaning against a tree, relaxing in the shade, the lush green grass surrounding her. Letting out a contented sigh, she slouched down even more, but suddenly smelling a rather foul odor. Clara winkled her nose in disgust and as a sudden realization came upon her she shot up, "Whoa, whoa there Styu!" she called warningly.
<What?> Styu asked, slightly surprised by his trainers outburst, cocking his head to the side.
"No spraying your stink around here, we /want/ to attract pokemon, not repel them."
Styu nodded in understanding, slightly indignant. <You should said something!>
Styu heard a faint sound in the distance, it sounded like a Pokémon singing. <Well, thats easy enough.> He waddled past Clara and down the hill, looking back to make sure she was following, she wasn't. Well, she would. Styu walked down the hill, into an open clearing, small, but full of color. Wildflowers of every color and shape blew in the breeze. Styu was only focused on one thing though, the small Pachirisu darting around the field.
Clara followed her disappearing pokemon, her cry of protest disappearing on her lips as the gorgeous wildflowers came into view. Momentarily stunned, Clara enjoyed the view, before spotting a small white and blue Pokémon darting through the flowers. Clarissa's eyes narrowed, she would catch that Pachirisu.
Feeling slightly bad for the creature, she quickly whispered orders to Styu. "Alright Styu. Here's the plan, it hasn't seen us yet. So, sneak up to it and do Poison Gas, with luck it won't even notice."
Styu nodded, and crept around the forest, so the back of the Pachirisu was facing him. Sneaking through the flowers, trying not to make much noise, he steadily approached the squirrel like Pokémon. Silently, he emitted his poison gas attack, waiting to see it's reaction.