Post by Warr on Nov 18, 2010 14:44:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Warren Ceith Orainge the Second
Nicknames/Aliases: “Orange” [from his surname, he doesn't like it very much either, as his father is called by that name as well.]
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: 7th of March, 1991
Appearance: Warren is a boy who's all to often as confused with his body as he was before with his life; and it shows, as he takes little control over it. His hair is approximately four and a half inches, and sticks up in many directions wildly, with random clumps laying down on their own. His hair's color is a dark brown that is dark enough to seem like black, if it wasn't for the occasional but prevalent reddish-brown and golden-brown highlights within his hair. Combined with his hair, and the fact that his skin is fairly pale, his steely blue eyes have an almost shining, piercing quality about them.
His physical build is stuck right in the medium of weights, though he is fairly tall at his height of 5 feet and 10 inches. Mostly devoid of scars, a distinctive maroon scar runs from his left shoulder's top to the middle area of his left breast. Normally since beginning his adventures as a Pokémon trainer, Warren has found himself wearing a simple pair of dark blue jeans, some white socks, and a bright blue t-shirt; combined with a distinctive orange zip-uup hoodie, and a pair of blue-and-orange sneakers.
Background: It's a story told all to many times in the Pokémon world. Successful father; mother at home dealing with the domestic stuff- you never get to really see your father except on holidays, or when he's not busy with the family business. But you still love your father; right? He's still your father and still takes care of you, right? So even if his profession is handyman for Team Rocket you still value him. That's the way things go for plenty of folks in the Pokémon world; but that wasn't the case for Warren.
Born to a gym-leader and his successful Pokémon breeder wife; Warren was able to see both of his parents often enough. He spent more time with his mother; and he learned about Pokémon and the world quickly under her wing. The dark-brown-haired young man learned so quickly that by the time he was in elementary school he barely tried. The school work they gave was busy work at best; and he could be using the eight hours a day they took from him for other stuff. He could be home tending mother's pidgeys, or he could be watching father battle challengers. So his grades were bad; his teachers expressed the thought that they knew he wasn't stupid, but he just didn't seem to want to try. Father fixed that, at first by positive reinforcement, and when the grades still didn't hit A's by barring him from the family's Pokémon gym entirely.
At first; Warren was upset. He was extremely upset he could not see his father's team battle new comers looking to gain the Hill badge. But after a few weeks of studying hard and simply being ignored by his father, by being told he wasn't doing well enough to become a gym leader; and even if he did it'd be only because his father was the gym leader before him. This sparked a change in Warren, who just did his school work, helped his mother with her Pokémon and any Pokémon she might be tending; and then strait to hobbies. To playing video games or reading or playing table-top wargames or running around the surroundings of their town in the DFW Pokémon league. He rode his bike and ignored Pokémon and his father. For a time, he mellowed out; but then as he hit high school, as he passed the age of 13 when people in the DFW area could get first their Pokémon trainer licenses, and onto 14, without even trying when taking the trainer's test, often just walking out of the test entirely; things reignited. Warren would've probably sworn off being a Pokémon trainer at all, and just studied to join a different profession; if it wasn't for the girl next door, the niece of the town's Pokémon professor; who decided she liked him; but they couldn't date until he was a real 'man', and had his Pokémon trainer's license; so they could do stuff other than in their town [Staunchriver]'s confines.
So the slacker began to study harder. He studied harder and harder and passed all the written exam portions; but was told by the local examining board that they were out of Pokémon. He would have to find his own Pokémon or a loaner pokemon; to pass the final [physical] portions of the test.
He did the thing he wanted to do least; and caved in. He headed to his father's gym, and found it darkened; strange. After some exploring; he heard the sounds of battle, and picked up his father's nearest occupied pokeball from his father's office. He followed the sounds, only to see his father and his father's Feraligatr doing battle with some mysterious cloaked figure. A figure who's numerous Pokémon on the field [a Poliwrath, a Dustox, Scyther, and a Raichu, threatened to overrun his father. And there were no lights on, this wasn't an official battle. The mere fact that Raichu sent a blast of lightning towards Warren's father meant-it was life and death. So Warren decided it was time to join in on the battle, throwing his pokeball hastily grabbed.
A weedle, that was what came out, and even as he racked his brain for attacks it knew, the cloaked figure turned the attack of Raichu and Scyther towards the duo. He bellowed, “Kill the interloper's pokemon; and kill him too.” and Warren hastily grabbed a kendo stick from nearby, to defend himself and this weedle with. “Get back, Weedle!”
The young man kept the Scyther at bay from mere luck, blocking and blocking and blocking. He would've even had luck at it, if Weedle didn't decide to defend him with it's poison sting, and get electrocuted by a massive thunderwave. Warren Senior [his father] and Feralgatr turned the course of the battle just quick enough to get Warren and Weedle to the hospital; not quick enough to save either of them. Weedle died from electricity overload; and Warren was sent into a coma for years.
The Staunchriver community was hushed after that; Warren Senior somber; and constantly checking on his son. Warren the second constantly locked not in sleep; but in a nightmare. Reliving that day and his failures as a trainer, remembering that cloaked figure, every detail. Even details he hadn't noticed before; like the figures piercing green eyes or the strands of red hair from under the cloak's hood.
On the fifth year, after everyone but his family had stopped visiting; it finally came. Warren worked through the nightmare enough; and he awaken from the coma. To see his father and mother sitting there. They started to speak; to tell him what that he had been in a coma, but those eyes of his came quicker.
It took him ten minutes to even garble words; and they didn't say a thing as he did. “I know what happened...” finally forced out, coughing up phelm after the five minute struggle to say those words. “I know what happened, and... I want to get better so it doesn't happen again...”
His energy was gone; he was out again, and it was days of work before he found the energy to speak and ask the question so firmly on his mind. “What happened... to that Weedle?” years had passed since the attack; he had seen the calenders. But he still wanted to know. “It died”, came the answer from his father, unhesitantly. The Gym Leader of Staunchriver was not one to mince words. “It died, trying to defend you.”
Warren's threrapy was off for days from the raging fit he threw, so overcome with the numerous emotions of it all. He had seen the weedle try to defend him, but not it's inevitable destruction at the hands of Raichu. After the end of it all, the rage, and the grief, he had a simple request, written on a board. “I want a weedle. I'll make it strong; I'll never have this happen again..” the handwriting was sloppy, but the answer came in a day; when his mother presented him with a weedle egg shipped in from a contact. Her edict came firmly. He had never even had a trainer's license so wasn't legally supposed to own a Pokémon. Her decision was that his father and she could facilitate an in-clinic test, but only if he hatched the egg and finished his own rehabilitation.
Months passed of hard work, and of cuddling the tan and red and white and black Pokémon egg against his chest every night, or in the crook of his arm; and finally the fruitation came. His very own pokemon; a Weedle! It's hatching, and the following studies before he finally got his trainer's license, they spurred his urge to get a trainer's license even more. Three more months of rehabilitation, and of training his Weedle and himself; and he was done. He felt good, if not better than he had before the incident- and he felt like there was a weight off his shoulders. With his Pokémon Trainer's License, his father almost moved to offer him a position at the family's gym. But Warren's words had come quicker in that conversation; as soon as the lamented card was in his hand.
“Did they catch the cloaked figure?”
“No, son... we didn't.”
“Not even now?”
“No.”
“I have to...” the boy-in-a-young-man's words wouldn't come forth then. His father clasped him into a hug. “I know, son. You have to find him, you have to get revenge; to set things right and avenge that Weedle. You have to prove to yourself you have the strength to take on even folks like him.”
They hugged tighter than they had since Warren was four years old, then. And the senior Orainge man helped his son prepare, clipped together news paper articles over the whereabouts of the figure; known as the “Crimson Eclipse” in popular lore. A place called Cheyenne was his last known whereabouts; or at least the last place he was spotted.
Warren had to go there; he had to go there and start his adventure, gain strength and beat that guy with the help of his Pokémon. He wouldn't lose again. The cloaked figure was going to be the one going down.
Personality: Warren is a fairly simple guy, for the most part. Well; that's somewhat of an oversimplification in itself. He's a mostly content guy; that's better. He finds his life pretty happy so long as he's active; learning, training; getting better. He has a strong drive to become the best; or at least to become strong. He's driven to make sure the cause of his coma never happens again; to himself or anyone else. He has a strange sense of humor; both because he's come to respect live since his stint with wasting it [through the coma]; and also because he's not entirely intune to the things people his age are supposed to be. He missed a lot of important later adolescence things, and this makes him at time a mixture of highly excited, highly anxious.
He likes good food, he likes the cold, and he likes 'strange' pokemon, both in the case of Pokémon not normally liked; and in the case of Pokémon that're underrated. This is all entirely to do with the fact that his first situation was with a 'worthless' pokemon; and because the incident made him stop caring if a Pokémon was cool or not.
He's studious, hard working, and pretty courageous. He's also a guy who tries to be nice most of the time and is compassionate; but can go off like a powderkeg; especially if he sees criminal activity. Call him misguided, or a stupid wannabe-hero, but he doesn't care.
Info: He dislikes Dustoxes and Raichus immensely; from the incident. Poliwraths are excluded from his hate [despite being involved in the incident] from an early childhood attachment to his father's Poliwrath, and likewise with Sycther, though it was his grandfather's sycther.
His father's name is Warren Keith Orainge the First [or Senior]; and his mother's name is Kathryne Marie Orainge [Nee Teally]. His Weedle's name is Scuttlebutt.
Nicknames/Aliases: “Orange” [from his surname, he doesn't like it very much either, as his father is called by that name as well.]
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: 7th of March, 1991
Appearance: Warren is a boy who's all to often as confused with his body as he was before with his life; and it shows, as he takes little control over it. His hair is approximately four and a half inches, and sticks up in many directions wildly, with random clumps laying down on their own. His hair's color is a dark brown that is dark enough to seem like black, if it wasn't for the occasional but prevalent reddish-brown and golden-brown highlights within his hair. Combined with his hair, and the fact that his skin is fairly pale, his steely blue eyes have an almost shining, piercing quality about them.
His physical build is stuck right in the medium of weights, though he is fairly tall at his height of 5 feet and 10 inches. Mostly devoid of scars, a distinctive maroon scar runs from his left shoulder's top to the middle area of his left breast. Normally since beginning his adventures as a Pokémon trainer, Warren has found himself wearing a simple pair of dark blue jeans, some white socks, and a bright blue t-shirt; combined with a distinctive orange zip-uup hoodie, and a pair of blue-and-orange sneakers.
Background: It's a story told all to many times in the Pokémon world. Successful father; mother at home dealing with the domestic stuff- you never get to really see your father except on holidays, or when he's not busy with the family business. But you still love your father; right? He's still your father and still takes care of you, right? So even if his profession is handyman for Team Rocket you still value him. That's the way things go for plenty of folks in the Pokémon world; but that wasn't the case for Warren.
Born to a gym-leader and his successful Pokémon breeder wife; Warren was able to see both of his parents often enough. He spent more time with his mother; and he learned about Pokémon and the world quickly under her wing. The dark-brown-haired young man learned so quickly that by the time he was in elementary school he barely tried. The school work they gave was busy work at best; and he could be using the eight hours a day they took from him for other stuff. He could be home tending mother's pidgeys, or he could be watching father battle challengers. So his grades were bad; his teachers expressed the thought that they knew he wasn't stupid, but he just didn't seem to want to try. Father fixed that, at first by positive reinforcement, and when the grades still didn't hit A's by barring him from the family's Pokémon gym entirely.
At first; Warren was upset. He was extremely upset he could not see his father's team battle new comers looking to gain the Hill badge. But after a few weeks of studying hard and simply being ignored by his father, by being told he wasn't doing well enough to become a gym leader; and even if he did it'd be only because his father was the gym leader before him. This sparked a change in Warren, who just did his school work, helped his mother with her Pokémon and any Pokémon she might be tending; and then strait to hobbies. To playing video games or reading or playing table-top wargames or running around the surroundings of their town in the DFW Pokémon league. He rode his bike and ignored Pokémon and his father. For a time, he mellowed out; but then as he hit high school, as he passed the age of 13 when people in the DFW area could get first their Pokémon trainer licenses, and onto 14, without even trying when taking the trainer's test, often just walking out of the test entirely; things reignited. Warren would've probably sworn off being a Pokémon trainer at all, and just studied to join a different profession; if it wasn't for the girl next door, the niece of the town's Pokémon professor; who decided she liked him; but they couldn't date until he was a real 'man', and had his Pokémon trainer's license; so they could do stuff other than in their town [Staunchriver]'s confines.
So the slacker began to study harder. He studied harder and harder and passed all the written exam portions; but was told by the local examining board that they were out of Pokémon. He would have to find his own Pokémon or a loaner pokemon; to pass the final [physical] portions of the test.
He did the thing he wanted to do least; and caved in. He headed to his father's gym, and found it darkened; strange. After some exploring; he heard the sounds of battle, and picked up his father's nearest occupied pokeball from his father's office. He followed the sounds, only to see his father and his father's Feraligatr doing battle with some mysterious cloaked figure. A figure who's numerous Pokémon on the field [a Poliwrath, a Dustox, Scyther, and a Raichu, threatened to overrun his father. And there were no lights on, this wasn't an official battle. The mere fact that Raichu sent a blast of lightning towards Warren's father meant-it was life and death. So Warren decided it was time to join in on the battle, throwing his pokeball hastily grabbed.
A weedle, that was what came out, and even as he racked his brain for attacks it knew, the cloaked figure turned the attack of Raichu and Scyther towards the duo. He bellowed, “Kill the interloper's pokemon; and kill him too.” and Warren hastily grabbed a kendo stick from nearby, to defend himself and this weedle with. “Get back, Weedle!”
The young man kept the Scyther at bay from mere luck, blocking and blocking and blocking. He would've even had luck at it, if Weedle didn't decide to defend him with it's poison sting, and get electrocuted by a massive thunderwave. Warren Senior [his father] and Feralgatr turned the course of the battle just quick enough to get Warren and Weedle to the hospital; not quick enough to save either of them. Weedle died from electricity overload; and Warren was sent into a coma for years.
The Staunchriver community was hushed after that; Warren Senior somber; and constantly checking on his son. Warren the second constantly locked not in sleep; but in a nightmare. Reliving that day and his failures as a trainer, remembering that cloaked figure, every detail. Even details he hadn't noticed before; like the figures piercing green eyes or the strands of red hair from under the cloak's hood.
On the fifth year, after everyone but his family had stopped visiting; it finally came. Warren worked through the nightmare enough; and he awaken from the coma. To see his father and mother sitting there. They started to speak; to tell him what that he had been in a coma, but those eyes of his came quicker.
It took him ten minutes to even garble words; and they didn't say a thing as he did. “I know what happened...” finally forced out, coughing up phelm after the five minute struggle to say those words. “I know what happened, and... I want to get better so it doesn't happen again...”
His energy was gone; he was out again, and it was days of work before he found the energy to speak and ask the question so firmly on his mind. “What happened... to that Weedle?” years had passed since the attack; he had seen the calenders. But he still wanted to know. “It died”, came the answer from his father, unhesitantly. The Gym Leader of Staunchriver was not one to mince words. “It died, trying to defend you.”
Warren's threrapy was off for days from the raging fit he threw, so overcome with the numerous emotions of it all. He had seen the weedle try to defend him, but not it's inevitable destruction at the hands of Raichu. After the end of it all, the rage, and the grief, he had a simple request, written on a board. “I want a weedle. I'll make it strong; I'll never have this happen again..” the handwriting was sloppy, but the answer came in a day; when his mother presented him with a weedle egg shipped in from a contact. Her edict came firmly. He had never even had a trainer's license so wasn't legally supposed to own a Pokémon. Her decision was that his father and she could facilitate an in-clinic test, but only if he hatched the egg and finished his own rehabilitation.
Months passed of hard work, and of cuddling the tan and red and white and black Pokémon egg against his chest every night, or in the crook of his arm; and finally the fruitation came. His very own pokemon; a Weedle! It's hatching, and the following studies before he finally got his trainer's license, they spurred his urge to get a trainer's license even more. Three more months of rehabilitation, and of training his Weedle and himself; and he was done. He felt good, if not better than he had before the incident- and he felt like there was a weight off his shoulders. With his Pokémon Trainer's License, his father almost moved to offer him a position at the family's gym. But Warren's words had come quicker in that conversation; as soon as the lamented card was in his hand.
“Did they catch the cloaked figure?”
“No, son... we didn't.”
“Not even now?”
“No.”
“I have to...” the boy-in-a-young-man's words wouldn't come forth then. His father clasped him into a hug. “I know, son. You have to find him, you have to get revenge; to set things right and avenge that Weedle. You have to prove to yourself you have the strength to take on even folks like him.”
They hugged tighter than they had since Warren was four years old, then. And the senior Orainge man helped his son prepare, clipped together news paper articles over the whereabouts of the figure; known as the “Crimson Eclipse” in popular lore. A place called Cheyenne was his last known whereabouts; or at least the last place he was spotted.
Warren had to go there; he had to go there and start his adventure, gain strength and beat that guy with the help of his Pokémon. He wouldn't lose again. The cloaked figure was going to be the one going down.
Personality: Warren is a fairly simple guy, for the most part. Well; that's somewhat of an oversimplification in itself. He's a mostly content guy; that's better. He finds his life pretty happy so long as he's active; learning, training; getting better. He has a strong drive to become the best; or at least to become strong. He's driven to make sure the cause of his coma never happens again; to himself or anyone else. He has a strange sense of humor; both because he's come to respect live since his stint with wasting it [through the coma]; and also because he's not entirely intune to the things people his age are supposed to be. He missed a lot of important later adolescence things, and this makes him at time a mixture of highly excited, highly anxious.
He likes good food, he likes the cold, and he likes 'strange' pokemon, both in the case of Pokémon not normally liked; and in the case of Pokémon that're underrated. This is all entirely to do with the fact that his first situation was with a 'worthless' pokemon; and because the incident made him stop caring if a Pokémon was cool or not.
He's studious, hard working, and pretty courageous. He's also a guy who tries to be nice most of the time and is compassionate; but can go off like a powderkeg; especially if he sees criminal activity. Call him misguided, or a stupid wannabe-hero, but he doesn't care.
Info: He dislikes Dustoxes and Raichus immensely; from the incident. Poliwraths are excluded from his hate [despite being involved in the incident] from an early childhood attachment to his father's Poliwrath, and likewise with Sycther, though it was his grandfather's sycther.
His father's name is Warren Keith Orainge the First [or Senior]; and his mother's name is Kathryne Marie Orainge [Nee Teally]. His Weedle's name is Scuttlebutt.