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Post by SKIPPAPPAPALOOZA! on Mar 7, 2012 1:14:30 GMT -5
Full Name: renae philip summerby. Gender: male. Age: nineteen and three quarters. born june ninth.
Appearance: tall and lanky and without a muscle to be seen, renae would be best described as 'scrawny'. at six foot two, he's got the limb length of a howler monkey and he flails them around like he's trying out for the olympics; his feet are sizes that don't get stocked in stores and his fingers can reach an octave and a half on a piano, no sweat. it makes him a generally clumsy and awkward kind of person. he flew into a growth spurt early; the onset of puberty gave him a handsome deep voice and height which originally made him very popular in school. soon, however, his peers grew into themselves around him and seemed to grow out, not only up. his best mates in school developed muscles and handsome, normal-sized appendages that made him feel pretty left out. but at least he was always first picked for the basketball team. he has very sombre, oak-coloured eyes and matching hair, in long spiky bits which stand out above his face. he tends to sleep on his face - an old habit he just cannot break - and so when he wakes his hair is all squashed out vertically. an old basketballing injury caused his nose to break and, though it's perfectly fine to breathe through, it's slightly wonky. he is never without bruises on his lanky limbs; his spindly fingers are always covered in nicks and cuts from various inanimate objects which try to bite him. his clothes are generally rather morose; he prefers to ignore outlandish colours and sticks with a combination of the greyscale and silver, capstoned by a thin silver chain around his neck. being so tall, he always makes an appearance even when he doesn't want to, and a well-developed set of lungs gives his voice a deeper than first expected tone.
Background: originally hailing from nimbasa city in the unova region, he - as every teenage boy growing up in the carnival city does - developed a deep crush on the gym leader there, elesa. as a blonde, beautiful model and just an all-round good person, renae realised that he not only liked her looks but her entire attitude, and set out to be like her - minus the boobs, of course. adopting her love of electric-type pokemon - as well as his mother's preference of flying types - he set out into the world and decided to find himself a pokemon. even before he began his journey of self-discovery, he tripped over his doorstep and rolled onto the ground, groaning in pain and doubled over. to his left, he heard an odd noise - a kind of bleating, but strained, as if the creature was in pain. his natural caring instincts flew into overdrive and he advanced upon the noise, discovering a small, fluffy sheep pokemon curled up on the ground, emitting those odd noises. after a few moments, renae realised why - it was laughing at him. pouting, renae moved away to pick up his things which had fallen from his little satchel, and was surprised to find that when he turned around again, the mareep had followed him, still making cute little laughing noises. it seemed the electric type had taken a liking to getting enjoyment out of his painful clumsiness, and renae shrugged, tossing a berry or two at the little sheep to seal the deal. from that day forth, renae became accustomed to the bleating, chuckling noises that accompanied him whenever he made a mistake, tripped over or did anything else dumb. his mother, at first apprehensive, grew to like the little pokemon and as a result of the coddling from both mother and son, the tiny sheep grew to be a little chubby. it was then renae realised that both himself and his unconventional partner needed to get outdoors and go adventuring, like a real trainer-pokemon duo. after moving out from his mother's house, he travelled around until he settled in the cheyenne region. this seemed like as good a place as any to begin his life and get away from all the embarrassing trials of his adolescent life. he gathered up his bits and pieces and the courage to step into the lab and collect his first pokemon, wondering what was in store for him. all he knew was that - beside lots of tripping over and a fair few lost battles - he was going to have a hell of a time.
Personality: stemming from a very clumsy start in life, renae has developed a "just go with it" view on life and how it should be lived. he feels that, so long as he knows he's likely going to trip over, lose something, stutter, piss someone off accidentally or scatter the contents of his bag all over the ground at least once a day, until that happens he's going to live as wild and free as he can. besides, he had been living with his mum for nineteen years. he needed a bit of individuality. with the fresh air in his lungs and a breeze ruffling his brown hair he reckons he can do anything. he has a positive attitude towards anything and takes everything as it comes; naturally not a complainer - to other humans, at least - he bottles everything up and then whines about it at his pokemon at night after everything has calmed down, something they really do not find amusing. he is very self-conscious about his name: it's the only thing he dislikes about himself. he even doesn't mind his clumsiness or his slight stutter when talking to people he respects. with a name like renae, he could hardly garner any respect back from them: his mother had been convinced even up to the day of birth that he would be a girl, and so she had her heart set on renae as a name. when he came out as a boy, she saw no reason to change her choice, and so renae he became. he prefers to go by ren or wren, and it takes a lot of effort to get his full name out of him. he gets flighty and fidgety during battles and always runs his hands through his hair when he's worried, as well as a habit of biting his lip. he worries about everyone and everything, especially other people, and will usually run into situations and try to help - and fail, since he has no great capability at anything, really. he's an average conversationalist, and usually comes off as childish but endearing when talking to people. he has a habit of giggling absurdly, and he can't deal with serious subjects very well, changing the subject or skirting around it like it's thin ice. the glass is always full with him - but for how long until he drops it and spills everything everywhere, nobody knows.
Info: hi i'm skippy and i like things. also rambling. if possible could i have the mareep pre-starter? i don't know whether it's okay to ask for that or not so i'm just going with it.
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