Post by Sp❣rit on Aug 10, 2009 19:28:48 GMT -5
Name: Seamus Oval O'Toole
Pronunciation:(shay+mus) (Oh+val) (Oh+Tool)
Nickname: 'Tool'
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Birthdate: August 9th, 1967
Occupation: Researcher
Appearance: Standing tall at around 5”7, the Irish man Seamus O’Toole often sports a sourpuss demeanor as he walks around with a hunched back. He considers himself a ‘modern man’, and prefers to wear a dark leather coat instead of the typical white research coat that other Researchers and Professors might wear. Dull orange eyes are often found staring at the sky, wondering how deep the sky truly is, and how to pick out the details as he attempts to sketch another ‘masterpiece’. His arms and legs are as pale as his bottom; he doesn’t get out much. No tan lines, no nothing. He prefers to keep himself covered, even if he’s in the extreme heat. Wide, bright orange sunglasses protect his eyes from the sun when he dares to go out into the wilderness. Seamus often gets agitated after standing around for a prolonged period of time, and often has a plastic toothpick in the shape of a Slowpoke’s tail in his mouth.
For a man, he keeps his hair fairly long. It used to be a dark, brownish red, but he died it black after encouraging from his younger coworkers. He likes to keep his dark black shoes neatly polished, and often carries around a dark, leather suitcase with any essentials he might need. It can hold a surprising amount of items.
Personality: Seamus stands in a world full of idiots and morons. There is no need to doubt the obvious; he likes to keep to himself. His unfriendly demeanor stays while in public in order to keep others away. This tactic works wonders, and often uses it to avoid an awkward social situation. He finds that he is able to express himself easier through the use of letters, text messages, e-mails, or even through the pictures he draws in his sketch book. His trust isn’t something to be easily gained. He won’t trust anyone younger than him. He definitely won’t trust a Pokemon. And finally, he won’t let himself fall in love with a woman, nor trust a woman. He has the most trouble when around the female gender, and cringes in response to their touch, blushing like mad. It isn’t something he thinks he’ll ever get used too, since he wasn’t given much of it as a child.
Though Seamus is almost 42, he still has the youthful body that he had while he was 35. Though what he considers “exercise” may vary from the ideas and thoughts of others, it still gets the job done. He prefers doing rather awkward things around the area in order to maintain a healthy weight; like running up and down the stairs, seeing how often he can lift up a gallon of milk before his muscles break, doing half jumping jacks in his house while leaping away whenever he feels like someone is looking at him through the window. He definitely doesn’t like having people looking at him; even though he enjoys watching people interact with one another all of the time. They were simply fascinating to him, from a distance.
Seamus thinks the same thing of Pokemon and Pokemorphs, they are both simply astounding to him, and his research is continuously having him figure out the psychology of these beings. Though Seamus doesn’t really care for anyone else’s well-being, he will step in and help them out if he’s interested in them enough. He’s always been a morning person, waking up with the sun and staying up as long as his conscious allowed it. The early morning and late night were always his favorite times of day, when everything took a new and unique look. That’s usually when he’ll be outside or out in the field. Never in the hot sun will you find this man.
History: Born and raised in the Cheyenne Region’s very own Foret Magique, Seamus was always a curious and energetic boy. With his wide, freckled smile, he would laugh every day, playing with all of his friends. Human friends, of course. There was Bob, there was Joe, there was Mary…yes, he and the gang were pretty much inseparable. The group of kids happened to meet up in the very center of town one day, all bright, smiling, and happy. His parents would watch on whenever they played with a warm smile, and as he turned to watch them go inside their humble one floor home, he had never felt a happier feeling in the world.
But every story has a conflict. This is no different in Seamus’s world than it is from a world of anyone else’s. His parents started to argue after the death of his late Grandfather, Daniel Iris O’Toole, mostly over what they should do after earning quite the sum of wealth. His mother wanted to use the money to move into a new neighborhood, have a bigger house, and live the rich life that she had always wanted. His father wanted to risk it all on the slots; gambling and gambling away while always hoping that he would earn more than he lost. The parent’s conflict spread to their son’s conscious, and soon he started listening in on their fights. It was the worst feeling he had ever felt, watching them shout and rave, and in the end, he watched in horror as his father struck his mother in the cheek with his fist. Everything went downhill after that moment.
The two got a divorce, with his mother earning custody of Seamus, and earning none of her father-in-law’s wealth to help support her 9 year old son. Seamus didn’t stay in touch with his father after that, only knowing that he was there for him by paying his monthly child support. With his mother desperate for that wealthy lifestyle, she started pressuring Seamus to get better grades in school, since he was already a bright boy. The better he did the more praise he got from his mother. The pair moved to a different part of the city in order to go to the “more qualified” schools, leaving all of his close friends behind.
He eventually graduated from college with his Masters Degree, becoming a Researcher on Pokemon and Pokemorph Psychology, while trying to connect it with his own knowledge of the Human Psychology. Seamus was never really exposed to Pokemon while growing up, and only saw them when his own Professors brought them in for lessons. He never fully learned how to interact with Pokemon, or people, and tends to ignore them whenever he doesn't know what to do around them.
Roleplay Example/Additional History
”Hmm. Remarkable. Very out of the ordinary.” Seamus raised a hand to his pointy chin, feeling the prickly hairs starting to grow out of his face. His orange glasses gleamed under the bright, white light bulbs that decorated the ceiling above him. His face was short, slender, and a little creepy if you didn’t know who the man was. His shoes thumped against the metallic floors that reflected his image in their depth, although he personally didn’t care about how clean the floors were. He hurried towards his computer screen, pressing his nose against it as the dim glow from the screen was reflected in his black eyeballs, absorbing in all of the data that was presented before him. He soaked it all in, trying to decipher the code he was receiving. If anyone could figure this out, it was him.
”Blood pressure rising. Heart rate increasing. Yes! This is it.” He chattered excitedly as he rushed past several of his co-workers, his boss watching with a pleased expression in the distance. With a clipboard in his hand he rushed back to the new and unusual specimen, ready to examine more and more. He simply couldn’t get enough of it; it was like hearing a juicy piece of gossip!
”Status.” The boss’s deep low growl echoed throughout the hidden laboratory, and all of the co-workers scrambled around, trying to decide who would bring the news to their impatient boss. Seamus shook his head in displeasure, and spoke up on his own. They were such fools for wasting time.
”The specimen has shown a significant rise in blood pressure, and the heart rate has increased. The body of the specimen has shown signs of life, but…” Seamus trailed off as he tried to figure out the best way to please the boss. He couldn’t lie to the man. But he couldn’t quite tell the cold hard truth either.
”But…?” The boss raised an expectant eyebrow, walking down the steps and closer to Seamus, staring him straight in the eyes. He wanted an answer, and he wasn’t in the mood to hear from anyone else but the man in front of him.
”…the specimen’s mind is still closed off to us. The specimen is basically in a coma, and we are unable to predict when it might gain any sign of consciousness.” Seamus shook his head one more, feeling the bitter taste of failure in his mouth. It lingered there, even though after all of their hard work, they had pretty much little improvement. He would never be able to create his own Pokemon. He would never be able to study it, and learn about the habits he had given it. He would never be able to see it live and grow, much like the plants that he kept at home, watering them daily. Never.