Post by Sprite on Jul 6, 2008 15:16:05 GMT -5
Name// Koden Sirius.
ActualName// Maynard Sirius Jones
Nickname// Agent 69
Gender// Male
Age// Estimated around 21.
Sexuality// Straight I guess. Never tried it with a boy.
Pokemorph// Umbreon
Appearance//
Koden has always had dark black hair since birth. During his late teenhood, he wore it long and in a ponytail. After certain events in his life, he cut the ponytail off, leaving it messy. His black hair makes his eyes a bit less of a stand-out. His eyes, being blood red are thought to stand out but with such complementing black hair, they are hardly noticed unless he grows angry.
He is generally thought of as thin and scrawny, but that's only how he appears. He is quite muscular and strong but it is hidden well. The muscles don't show through the skin and instead hide underneath it. This gives him an advantage if ever he were in a fist fight. His oppenent would easily underestimate him, an error in which his opponent would soon regret.
Being an umbreon morph, anyone would expect him to have distinct umbreon-like features. He only has two features and one is more of his choice than nature's. A golden ring sits as if painted on his bangs. His other umbreon like feature is his clothing. He wears a golden yellow pair of pants and long sleeve turtleneck. Over all this gold is a black t-shirt and shorts. On the black t-shirt and shorts are more golden rings. Overall, he isn't very umbreon like.
Personality//
His is perhaps one of the most internally confused people you could ever meet. Early in his life he was always considered an alright boy who just happened to be paired with the wrong parents. He was sort of cruel up until he met her. During his times with her, he was quite possibly the sweetest young man ever. He held open the door and appeared as a regal gentleman.
Then of course it happened. His inner soul grew corrupt. He couldn't handle the pressure put upon him and fell under it. His thoughts grew more twisted as he realized just how cruel the world was. His personality changed completely.
He has the 'I only care for myself' attitude. After the incident, he believed that if he ever attached himself to anyone, he would end up getting hurt. If he didn't care about what other people thought, there was no risk of getting hurt. That is perhaps why he appears cruel to most people and constantly uses false names.
Just because he has a shallow, cruel extrerior doesn't mean that he can't be nice if he wanted to. Often certain things remind him of his happier life and he is forced to show compassion. He feels things constantly. Happiness, loyalty, love. It is merely his choice not to show them for fear of being hurt.
Any normal person would explode with such turmoil raging inside. Thankfully he manages to keep it at bay, with only minimal breakdowns.
History//
He met her when he was 14 and she baffled him like no other.
Born to the two oddest people in the world, he was named Maynard Sirius Jones. A perfectly awful name for any umbreon morph trying to fit in. Morphage was in his blood, both parents also being morphs. But his parents and him didn't really....get along.
Growing up, he felt the most ridiculous rules pressured upon him. When he was twelve, rules were to be in bed no later than 5 pm. All homework had to be done in under half an hour or else no dinner for a month. He instantly resented his parents and wished for them to do nothing more than leave him along.
On his 14h birthday he legally changed his name to Koden. His 14th year of life marked the time in which he and his family moved. It meant a new school and he wanted a new start.
The first day of school, he saw her. The beautiful Espeon pokemorph. Her name was Tara. He believed that no one in the world deserved her more than he did. Months passed and they gradually began to know eachother. She baffled him in ways he could have never imagined. Slowly love blossomed.
Eventually years passed and the two were married. It was an early marriage, both only 18, but they still believed in the connection they shared. Another two years passed. It was their second anniversary when all Hell broke loose.
"Tara, where are you?" Koden coughed through the smoke, desperate to find his lover. It was the strangest thing. One moment they are all eating dinner and then the next, earthquakes, fires, floods. Chaos was everywhere. He ran around the house even if it appeared as if it would collapse at any moment.
Koden had fallen unconscious briefly and woke up in the living room. Apparently he had been thrown from the kitchen and into the living room through the open doorway. It was impossible to distinguish the different rooms from eachother but finally he found the kitchen.
He heard someone crying but knew that it wasn't Tara. It was their son, Koda. He ran to him and covered the poor infant. The house creaked and Koden knew he had to escape it or else they would both die. Tara would not have wanted Koda to die just because she couldn't be found. Koden knew it, and reluctantly leapt right out through the window. An arcanine rushed over and Koden leapt up onto his back. The Arcanine carried the two far away.
They were taken to the Cheyenne Region, their previous region undergoing what would be come to be known as extinction. Less than a 1/1000th of the population survived.
The new start in Cheyenne was less than thrilling. Koden joined up with Team Death in a desperate attempt to make money and support his son. He doesn't show his son very much in public but will often be seen carrying him around at the Team Death HQ.
Example of Literacy//
Roran listened to every word she said yet again. Suddenly a smile appeared as she revealed the fact that he was a 'hugable' person. With all this smiling today thank god he brushed. Well technically he brushed everyday three times. It was just something that he couldn't forget as if it was programmed into that head of his. "Thank you..." he muttered out quickly before she continued. Good Roran, you have to use those manners your mum taught you.
"Are they like me?" Hmm. That was a tough question for once. A question that he didn't know the answer to.
"Well...Rea is usually sweet but sometimes she just won't take much responsibility." That was true. Every once in awhile she would use her 'fragile' excuse a bit too often. It was an easy way to pin the blame on someone else. 'I didn't break the vase, I was way over here using my oxygen machine. I need to use it daily afterall. I don't have much time for running around the house with a baseball bat like Roran does.' Lies of course. She had been the one who ran around with a basebal bat, smashing everything and anything breakable. She was even smart enough to sneak in Roran's name. Roran, being the softy he was, took the blame and was banned from reading his book and forced to go to a birthday party. Roran wasn't really a social bug so it was torture. That day he got his pants pulled down and his face shoved into a cake.
"Ledin and I are both quiet." Ohohoho. Roran made a joke. Incase you didn't get it, which most people wouldn't probably have caught on to the lame joke, Ledin is MUTE. Get it? Feel free to laugh at Roran but make him think you're actually laughing at the joke please. It'll hurt his heart if you don't. "And I don't know anything about the baby."
"WHAT NO HOME?" Roran nearly shouted as he heard her talk about her home. Then of course did he realize that she was talking about here in Chey. "Oh...for a moment there I thought you were homeless back where you live. If housing is ever a problem, you can come stay with us..." he trailed off as he realized he had said 'us'. Had he been talking about him and his Pokémon or him and Janel? He really didn't know. "I live in a..." He didn't really want to call it a mansion because then it would be as if he was bragging but it infact was a large mansion. Like one a celeb would live in. "house by the lake. It's got a pool and field and a forest." Naturally he stopped himself again in fear of sounding cocky.
Then of course the food came. He ignore the biscotti for now, wanting Jasey to get the first one. Roran's eyes widened at the hot chocolate. "WHIPPED CREAM?" Oh his dad never let him have that back home. Heck, he wasn't really allowed to have sweets at all. "Ermm..." he looked to Jasey and her stuff. "I don't think my dad would let me have this. He says that when I have too much sugar, I get really hyper." Hot Chocolate usually had tons of sugar but maybe daddy-o wouldn't mind one sip....or two...or three. As Roran began to take sip after sip, his tongue savored the flavor. So yummy. "Thank youuuuu <33" There was something about his voice. It sounded a little more excited. A bit more....hyper?
"Are they like me?" Hmm. That was a tough question for once. A question that he didn't know the answer to.
"Well...Rea is usually sweet but sometimes she just won't take much responsibility." That was true. Every once in awhile she would use her 'fragile' excuse a bit too often. It was an easy way to pin the blame on someone else. 'I didn't break the vase, I was way over here using my oxygen machine. I need to use it daily afterall. I don't have much time for running around the house with a baseball bat like Roran does.' Lies of course. She had been the one who ran around with a basebal bat, smashing everything and anything breakable. She was even smart enough to sneak in Roran's name. Roran, being the softy he was, took the blame and was banned from reading his book and forced to go to a birthday party. Roran wasn't really a social bug so it was torture. That day he got his pants pulled down and his face shoved into a cake.
"Ledin and I are both quiet." Ohohoho. Roran made a joke. Incase you didn't get it, which most people wouldn't probably have caught on to the lame joke, Ledin is MUTE. Get it? Feel free to laugh at Roran but make him think you're actually laughing at the joke please. It'll hurt his heart if you don't. "And I don't know anything about the baby."
"WHAT NO HOME?" Roran nearly shouted as he heard her talk about her home. Then of course did he realize that she was talking about here in Chey. "Oh...for a moment there I thought you were homeless back where you live. If housing is ever a problem, you can come stay with us..." he trailed off as he realized he had said 'us'. Had he been talking about him and his Pokémon or him and Janel? He really didn't know. "I live in a..." He didn't really want to call it a mansion because then it would be as if he was bragging but it infact was a large mansion. Like one a celeb would live in. "house by the lake. It's got a pool and field and a forest." Naturally he stopped himself again in fear of sounding cocky.
Then of course the food came. He ignore the biscotti for now, wanting Jasey to get the first one. Roran's eyes widened at the hot chocolate. "WHIPPED CREAM?" Oh his dad never let him have that back home. Heck, he wasn't really allowed to have sweets at all. "Ermm..." he looked to Jasey and her stuff. "I don't think my dad would let me have this. He says that when I have too much sugar, I get really hyper." Hot Chocolate usually had tons of sugar but maybe daddy-o wouldn't mind one sip....or two...or three. As Roran began to take sip after sip, his tongue savored the flavor. So yummy. "Thank youuuuu <33" There was something about his voice. It sounded a little more excited. A bit more....hyper?