Post by Chando on Feb 15, 2012 21:15:54 GMT -5
Full Name: Emil Laurens
Gender: Male
Age: 22, born on June 6.
Appearance:
Emil is well-built from his years of working with his family. He stands at a slightly above-average 5'11", weighing in at just under 180 lbs. Emil constantly smells of honest labor, be that through his sweat or through the aromas he picks up through his explorations. His hands are callused heavily, and the muscles on his arms and chest are corded. His skin is tanned slightly, but he has a naturally pale complexion. His hair hangs over his ears and just above his eyes; it is the color of a cloudless sky. His eyes are a darker shade, closer to the deep water of the ocean. His smile is wide and vibrant.
Emil wears an off-white shirt with red embroidery on the shoulders, and over that rests a gray-blue fishing vest. A bright red cloth is tied around his left bicep, and a small silver key dangles from a cord on his neck. He wears white cargo shorts that stop just below his knees, and below that are gray all-terrain shoes. He carries a knapsack slung across his chest. The satchel is made of a fine, leathery material, and is a light brown with the same pattern around its neck as on Emil's shoulders.
Background: Emil was born to a family of sailors. Even in the age of gigantic barges and cargo ships, Emil's family continued to run its own small fleet of sailboats. Normally, they worked for a carefully cultivated clientele, people who needed small jobs done for a cheap cost and by a trustworthy operator. Often, Emil's father would take one boat out on a delivery job, and his mother would operate the others as tourist attractions. Occasionally, the whole family would head out and work as hired fisherman. It was in this briskly changing, always moving environment that Emil grew up.
Emil spent his younger days on the boat, playing with his family's pair of Buizels. His father would teach him practical skills during the cooler morning and evening hours, while his mother would give him lessons at midday. His older brothers and sisters, of which there were 4, joined in sometimes, but they were more often occupied with helping around the house, which left Emil lots of free time to explore the region around his home.
Even as a small boy, Emil showed immense physical strength and an insatiable curiosity. He loved the outdoors, he loved wandering through nature, and he loved learning about it afterwards from his parents. All of these qualities grew as time marched on, and by his early teens Emil was a full-fledged explorer. He began to keep journals of his adventures, noting the amazing things he saw, the Pokemon he met, the people he encountered. First one, then two, then even more books were filled with his notes, his drawings, his stories. The wealth of experiences the world had to offer him fascinated him and lured him. Soon, he began to dream of a life outside his family's home.
On his 21st birthday, as the heat of summer began to set in, as he watched the waves alone, his father sat down beside him. Emil was the last of the children left, and his parents had aged, and they were ready for a quiet retirement. So his father offered him a choice: stay, and take over the business, or take what little inheritance he could garner and make his way in the world. Emil thought it over carefully, looked once at the ships beneath him, then at the wide world that stretched away from the coast. He made his decision.
Emil took his money, his journals, and his knapsack. His mother, as a parting present, presented him with the silver key that unlocked their home: a reminder that he was always welcome. He tightened the red cloth around his arm, checked his vest, and waved goodbye to the only home he had ever known as he stepped out into the great wide world.
Emil spent a little over a year travelling, seeking his fortune. He met so many people, saw so many Pokemon. Still, he was unsatisfied. There was something missing from his life, a real sense of purpose that he lacked. One day, in a nameless town, eating a bland meal, Emil spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A man with a shock of white hair stood in the center of the town, tending to a wounded Totodile. Emil went out, wondering if he could help. The man finished his work before Emil could help, and the Pokemon went about its business cheerfully. The man stood up, focusing his beady old eyes on Emil.
"Well now, what can I help you with, young one?" he inquired softly.
Emil and the old man went back into the diner, and the old man told Emil of a region far away, his homeland of Cheyenne. He told tales of young men and women who trained Pokemon, who battled them and showed them off in contests. Emil liked the sound of that. Free to explore a whole new region, with a team of Pokemon by his side. Emil thanked the old man and set off for Cheyenne.
He had never even held a Poke Ball.
Personality: Emil is a very inquisitive individual. He likes nothing more than to see new sights and learn new things. He records everything he learns and sees in a journal, and he carries all of the volumes (now totaling eight) in his knapsack. He has a deep fondness for meeting new Pokemon. He dreams of one day compiling a comprehensive guide to the mysterious new region that he has decided to explore, in order to share his experiences with everyone who wishes to learn of them.
Emil is generally a serious person when interacting with other people, but not to the point of being taciturn. He likes to crack jokes occasionally, usually in a dryly sarcastic manner. He enjoys intellectual conversation nearly as much as he enjoys physical exertion. He takes a shine to anyone who shares these passions. Some people believe him to be manic-obsessive about tracking down facts that he has a lead on, but he can put that on hold for other things.
Emil enjoys the smell of fresh and salt air, and dislikes anything too heavily machine-centric. He likes to cook for himself, using fresh foods whenever possible. However, he has a certain knack for accidentally lighting things on fire, so his cooking adventures sometimes end in disaster. He likes to listen to folk music from all different regions.
Gender: Male
Age: 22, born on June 6.
Appearance:
Emil is well-built from his years of working with his family. He stands at a slightly above-average 5'11", weighing in at just under 180 lbs. Emil constantly smells of honest labor, be that through his sweat or through the aromas he picks up through his explorations. His hands are callused heavily, and the muscles on his arms and chest are corded. His skin is tanned slightly, but he has a naturally pale complexion. His hair hangs over his ears and just above his eyes; it is the color of a cloudless sky. His eyes are a darker shade, closer to the deep water of the ocean. His smile is wide and vibrant.
Emil wears an off-white shirt with red embroidery on the shoulders, and over that rests a gray-blue fishing vest. A bright red cloth is tied around his left bicep, and a small silver key dangles from a cord on his neck. He wears white cargo shorts that stop just below his knees, and below that are gray all-terrain shoes. He carries a knapsack slung across his chest. The satchel is made of a fine, leathery material, and is a light brown with the same pattern around its neck as on Emil's shoulders.
Background: Emil was born to a family of sailors. Even in the age of gigantic barges and cargo ships, Emil's family continued to run its own small fleet of sailboats. Normally, they worked for a carefully cultivated clientele, people who needed small jobs done for a cheap cost and by a trustworthy operator. Often, Emil's father would take one boat out on a delivery job, and his mother would operate the others as tourist attractions. Occasionally, the whole family would head out and work as hired fisherman. It was in this briskly changing, always moving environment that Emil grew up.
Emil spent his younger days on the boat, playing with his family's pair of Buizels. His father would teach him practical skills during the cooler morning and evening hours, while his mother would give him lessons at midday. His older brothers and sisters, of which there were 4, joined in sometimes, but they were more often occupied with helping around the house, which left Emil lots of free time to explore the region around his home.
Even as a small boy, Emil showed immense physical strength and an insatiable curiosity. He loved the outdoors, he loved wandering through nature, and he loved learning about it afterwards from his parents. All of these qualities grew as time marched on, and by his early teens Emil was a full-fledged explorer. He began to keep journals of his adventures, noting the amazing things he saw, the Pokemon he met, the people he encountered. First one, then two, then even more books were filled with his notes, his drawings, his stories. The wealth of experiences the world had to offer him fascinated him and lured him. Soon, he began to dream of a life outside his family's home.
On his 21st birthday, as the heat of summer began to set in, as he watched the waves alone, his father sat down beside him. Emil was the last of the children left, and his parents had aged, and they were ready for a quiet retirement. So his father offered him a choice: stay, and take over the business, or take what little inheritance he could garner and make his way in the world. Emil thought it over carefully, looked once at the ships beneath him, then at the wide world that stretched away from the coast. He made his decision.
Emil took his money, his journals, and his knapsack. His mother, as a parting present, presented him with the silver key that unlocked their home: a reminder that he was always welcome. He tightened the red cloth around his arm, checked his vest, and waved goodbye to the only home he had ever known as he stepped out into the great wide world.
Emil spent a little over a year travelling, seeking his fortune. He met so many people, saw so many Pokemon. Still, he was unsatisfied. There was something missing from his life, a real sense of purpose that he lacked. One day, in a nameless town, eating a bland meal, Emil spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A man with a shock of white hair stood in the center of the town, tending to a wounded Totodile. Emil went out, wondering if he could help. The man finished his work before Emil could help, and the Pokemon went about its business cheerfully. The man stood up, focusing his beady old eyes on Emil.
"Well now, what can I help you with, young one?" he inquired softly.
Emil and the old man went back into the diner, and the old man told Emil of a region far away, his homeland of Cheyenne. He told tales of young men and women who trained Pokemon, who battled them and showed them off in contests. Emil liked the sound of that. Free to explore a whole new region, with a team of Pokemon by his side. Emil thanked the old man and set off for Cheyenne.
He had never even held a Poke Ball.
Personality: Emil is a very inquisitive individual. He likes nothing more than to see new sights and learn new things. He records everything he learns and sees in a journal, and he carries all of the volumes (now totaling eight) in his knapsack. He has a deep fondness for meeting new Pokemon. He dreams of one day compiling a comprehensive guide to the mysterious new region that he has decided to explore, in order to share his experiences with everyone who wishes to learn of them.
Emil is generally a serious person when interacting with other people, but not to the point of being taciturn. He likes to crack jokes occasionally, usually in a dryly sarcastic manner. He enjoys intellectual conversation nearly as much as he enjoys physical exertion. He takes a shine to anyone who shares these passions. Some people believe him to be manic-obsessive about tracking down facts that he has a lead on, but he can put that on hold for other things.
Emil enjoys the smell of fresh and salt air, and dislikes anything too heavily machine-centric. He likes to cook for himself, using fresh foods whenever possible. However, he has a certain knack for accidentally lighting things on fire, so his cooking adventures sometimes end in disaster. He likes to listen to folk music from all different regions.