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Post by ASKR ! on Mar 8, 2012 1:43:30 GMT -5
name - magnus lindholm sex - male age - eighteen, february 07
appearance
Bubbly and bright, it is rare to see Magnus without a broad smile on his face. (Save when he's being "attacked" by a pokemon, so one might expect his visage will see a change in expression in the coming months.) In any case, his grin is face-splitting and displays his slightly crooked teeth -- his eyes are a bright and expressive green, framed by curly brown hair and thick eyebrows. His hair, wild on its best days and untamed non-sense on its worst, is surprisingly soft. He wears it "long", roughly to his ears and with messy bangs that fall to his eyes in a slant.
His skin is fair and mostly blemish-free (save the faint, pale scars that criss-cross his throat and forearms). Still growing out of his teenage awkwardness, Magnus is still on the lanky side, but with the promise of a lithely muscled form. He doesn't take particularly good care of himself, however, and carries a bit of pudge around his belly from where he can't be bothered to work out.
As far as clothing goes, Magnus boast the most boring of boring wardrobes. Jeans, T-shirt, chucks. If it's cold, maybe a (rather boring) jacket. Even his shirts are bland -- solid colors or simple patterns; nothing of visual interest. Magnus aims to blend in and (usually) does so very well, as far as appearance is concerned.
personality
On the surface, Magnus is a fairly average guy. He likes food and music and females, even if he does have a few anxious tendencies. He hides most of these fairly well -- save one, which will later be covered in depth. He's kind, for the most part... at the very least, he rarely goes out of his way to insult others. In fact, he tends to be a relatively sympathetic person, and were it not for his (unintentional) tactlessness he might even be "the nice guy". As it is, however, he says what comes to his mind and doesn't always realize the repercussions of his actions, even if he has good intentions. (Which he usually does.) He is a sincere kid, certainly.
Tying in with his unobservant tendencies and lack of tact, Magnus also proves to be rather gullible. While a fairly intelligent young man, one might say that he's "book smart" rather than "street smart". Say anything to him with enough authority in your voice and it's very likely he'll believe you -- this, as you might imagine, has gotten him into a great deal of trouble over the years. ("Hey, Magnus, hold this for me, yeah? No, no, that's not drugs, it's just baking soda.") Trusting and very naive, he is unintentionally awkward and perhaps just a little bit adorable. Innuendo and subtle sarcasm typically to go over his head if lacking explanation, and he proves a very easy target for careful taunts.
Magnus is also... absolutely terrified of pokemon. Even tiny, unassuming creatures such as caterpie or magikarp -- all bring out a full-blown, panic-driven meltdown. He doesn't let them close to him, convinced that they will wreak havoc upon his weak human body. He carries mace with him at all times in case an errant pidgey accosts him on his way home; has applied for a taser to deal with the zubat lurking in the shadows of night. And while he understands pokemon quite well and has undergone therapy to deal with this issue, he cannot shake the fear and mistrust of the creatures not matter how much he tries (or how much his father wishes it).
history
Magnus was born into a nice, happy family. His father, Anthony, was a pokemon trainer who specialized in grass-types. His mother, Evelyn, was a professor of pokebiology at the local community college. He had two older sisters, Alexandra and Caroline -- they were nice to him and didn't ever dress him up in their frilly dresses or put makeup on him. (Well, okay, just the once.)
Magnus was a happy, outgoing child, and experienced normal childhood stresses. He adapted to school easily, and made friends, and scraped his knees, and caught wild poliwag in the river during warm summer afternoons. In fact, he seemed to be following in his father's footsteps and took to pokemon very well. His father let him train newly hatched pokemon; showed him how to make good pokefood and design custom training programs for each monster.
And then it happened.
He was at a birthday party; a picnic for one of his schoolmates. They had just finished opening presents (Magnus got him a battle pokemon playset -- the cool one with the rhydon and the scolipede that could spit poison) and were heading out to the playground to play a round of cops and robbers. In retrospect, he should have seen it coming -- should have heard it; the angry growls and scraping of claws.
Little Magnus Lindholm was mauled by a Pachirisu that day, savagely and without mercy. By the time they pried the rodent from his body, he had fainted from pure terror. He needed thirty stitches to patch up his neck and arms where the creature had gnawed at him, and from then on, every living pokemon has inspired a seed of fear.
His father tried his best to help him through this trauma (and his sisters made fun of him and put stuffed pachirisu toys in his bed when he wasn't looking). It was all for naught, however -- Magnus was permanently scarred, both physically and mentally. To appease his father, however, he continued to learn what he could of his father's career. Even after all that had happened, he showed an aptitude for it... but not for much else. As he aged and entered (and exited) puberty, he took and held several small jobs -- to no avail.
He grew awkward and gangly, and eventually filled out in highschool. He made friends, he lost friends; he learned as much as he could and even joined the school academic team. (He also tried to join the basketball team, but everyone who knows of The Incident is sworn to secrecy. Let's just say he didn't make the team.)
Poor, and unsure of his skillset, Magnus struggled to find some way to support himself. His father, desperate to have someone carry on his legacy (and having watched his daughters move off to be a brilliant neurosurgeon and rocket scientist), pushed training on Magnus. He was good at it, after all, and it would make Anthony proud. A sucker for that argument -- Magnus was exceptionally sensitive to the promise of acceptance and pride -- he couldn't help but to agree. (And he'd just gotten fired from his latest job at a bookstore for nearly setting the place on fire.)
Deciding at least to give it a shot, Magnus set off to the ranger station (with two fresh cans of mace, just in case).
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Post by freeziepop on Mar 8, 2012 15:44:52 GMT -5
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