Post by Mao Valliere on Nov 3, 2014 16:35:14 GMT -5
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Mao Valliere
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DIRECTORY & OOC INFO
OTHER INFORMATION For those wanting reasons to rp with him, Mao works as an exper at a museum, specializing in artifacts and tablets relating to pokemon lore. He could potentially hold info on any plots you wish to do involving pokemon lore and history, or even legendaries, though the information he has on such subjects may be cryptic translations of ancient texts. | APPEARANCE Stands 5'11 with purple eyes. His hair is typically combed and well kept, but a busy day can leave it messy and he won't care much. His appearance, while it is something he does take pride in of a morning, is not something he really cares for over the course of the day. He has a rather lanky build. Skinny arms, torso, and legs. While he does exercise, he isn't realy physically strong in any respect, so in a test of physical capabilities he's bound to lose. Another reason he prefers brain over brawn. His typical work clothes are navy blue blazer, a light blue shirt, and trousers with smart black shoes. On a day off he can wer some basic jeans and a T-shirt. His most intriguing outfit is his "End" costume. The old costume of the Steinhart leader "Saber". A long black cape with a navy blue uniform underneath. Black gloves and a white crovat. A "spiky" looking mask wil usually adorn his face, with a purple circular visor allowing him to see the world without the world looking in. PERSONALITY
POKEMON Adding to his starting roster by donating some of Yumi's unused pokemon. These will be removed from her PC. The two pokemon here are his two app included pokemon. HISTORY Mao was born in the "Bosky hamlet", or Verdicris to the locals. His parents had decided to move out of the cities and bought up a country house on a patch of land that had yet to be put to use by the local farm hands. Growing up in such a quiet area, Mao didn't really get much interaction with other kids. Growing up most of his time was spent drawing in his sketch pad, making pictures of the local landscape. Of course his parents never worried. They liked his art, and he was always polite around them, so they had no reason to think their child was anything out of the ordinary. Truth is he wasn't, he just didn't have any other kids to play with. As he got older, he started to travel out to the nearby farmlands. While he'd never ventured out much before, his family new the locals through little town meet ups and the like, so his face was known by at least someone on each form. A good thing too, otherwised mightyena would have chased him away. Regardless, with newfound freedom once his parents got him his first bike, he began to interact with the other kids from the farms. With the time they had to play with him, he would become fascinated by the stories they told. Folktales their parents had sometimes given out as bed time stories, and warped by a kids imagination. Stories of great pokemon and heroic tales capturing his mind. His art even slowly began to change from landscapes to his imagination, drawing what he believed these amazing pokemon to look like to the best of his abilities. With his own mind creating more intricate and detailed stories, the kids made quick friends with him, and would even sometimes ask for the latest improvement on his tales. He always enjoyed dishing out his own versions, but he also wanted to learn more. By the time he was old enough to travel out to the other cities on his own, he would start visiting museums and libraries, fascinated by tales of these heros and the magnificent pokemon that they would ally with, or face in combat. Childish fantasies became a dedicated path of research. Sure he'd still drop by home now and then when he wanted to talk to his friends, but by the age of 16, he had begun working under a researcher at a local Museum. By no means a professor, but a talented translator of old texts and story telling tablets of old. Mao would pick up these tricks himself, over time. His mentor would even say he was surprisingly dedicated to his own work, and was quoted to saying it was "A little scary" in comparison to his past helpers. Over time, Mao took a similar job himself once he believed he had learned what he needed to. Now an exper on pokemon myths and legends, as well as all related relics, he seems very happy in his work.~ Beginning of the "End". The birth of Mao's alter ego isn't as grand as say, Crobatman, or Spinarakman, but is still a story to be told. Over the years, he had watched the news and seen the activities of unlawful teams, and the chaos they would bring. Be they rumors, or actual reports, more and more facts were creeping up of the truth behind the legends he learned about...and it disgusted him to see such ceatures in the hands of such crude and evil people. Never one for training pokemon, he attempted to make a start. His long companion, an abra, was a good start, but over time his collection grew, and he learned how to battle fast. He was no expert of course, but a tactical chess mind allowed him to create tactics with his pokemon in a similar manor. As a test of his pokemon, he once attempted to attack a suspected hideout of a local team. It was a mess, but he did far better than he expected...and he ran into something he didn't expect... In all those stories of vigilantes, one never really hears of the hero being attacked at home. And that's because they wear a mask. Having been attacked at his home by the same thugs he tried to take out, his pokemon helped him get out okay. He realized that, if he was going to be serious about taking people like this out, he needed to make sure he did it right. He trained his pokemon once again, and began to search for an appropriate mask. One specific mask seemed to fall into his hands. During a short holiday from work, he tried to look into what some of the lesser criminal organisations did, stumbling accross a sort of black market. A rather unique item was on sale, and one that just so happened to catch his eye... The Uniform of Saber. Leader of Steinhart. In times to come he would learn who this belonged to. How it was stolen from an abandoned warehouse, and how it was sold from island to island for a quick payout, but as it stood, he knew this was what he needed. He outbid anyone who had their eye on it with his savings, and in the weeks to come, he would don he new attire, giving himself a new name, and taking his battles with criminals to a new level. He would be known simply as End. RP SAMPLE
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