Post by Novel Lettlin on Mar 18, 2015 4:21:28 GMT -5
NOVEL LITTLIN
Name: Novel Lettlin
Alias: The Psychic Charmer
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
City: Bosky Hamlet
Class: Pokemon League
Occupation: Psychic Gym Leader
Rank: ---
Alias: The Psychic Charmer
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homosexual
City: Bosky Hamlet
Class: Pokemon League
Occupation: Psychic Gym Leader
Rank: ---
POKEMON
SPECIES: Slowbro
ALIAS: Sal
GENDER: Female
ABILITY: Own Tempo
MOVE SET: slack off | psychic | water pulse | yawn
Gym Leader Evolved Choice
SPECIES: Eevee
ALIAS: Max
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Adaptability
MOVE SET: charm | swift | bite | covet
Gym Leader Rare Choice (Espeon Evolve)
SPECIES: Inkay
ALIAS: Harold
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Contrary
MOVE SET: reflect | psybeam | night slash | pluck
SPECIES: Meditite
ALIAS: Nancy
GENDER: Female
ABILITY: Pure Power
MOVE SET: meditate | force palm | confusion | hidden power
DIRECTORY CODE
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FC CODE
[u]TOUKEN RANBU[/u] - KASHUU KIYOMITSU - [font style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:11px;"]LETTLIN, NOVEL[/font]
APPEARANCE
- While he might not exactly stick out like a sore thumb or anything, Novel is very conscious of how he holds himself and looks. He has a style he's adopted as his own and is always sure to look his best for any occasion. He's not the type to let a hair slip out of place unless he wants it to. You can't be charming and have people like you if you look like some unkempt slob, right? Right. However, unbeknownst to most, he actually has a hidden tattoo that he got on a drunker dare once. Its on his lower back, and its of two Luvdisc kissing. Its actually a cute tattoo, but he hates that he can barely remember getting it.
PERSONALITY
- Charming - One of the primary things that most people notice about Novel is that he has this aura about him. He always seems to know just what people want to hear or what can make them like him. On the surface, he really is a likable fellow. He tries his best to give good first impressions and be a pillar of the community. He wants people to like him, even if they just like who he appears to be from the outside looking in. He has no qualms about casual flirting either, gender beside the point. He has the reputation of being quite the Romeo, even if its not exactly what he wants to be know for.
- Haughty - Anyone who has the 'pleasure' of talking to Novel for more than a few hours will realize he's kind of a jerk. He has a superiority complex, and seems to honestly believe that he is better than a lot of other people. He's always been told he's special, so it just makes sense that other people aren't, right? He's also very vain, taking great care to look nice always. He hates getting his hands dirty if he can help it, bit figuratively and literally. While he might seem like an upstanding citizen, he's actually not that reliable of a person.
- Self Critical - While he might not always be the nicest person, Novel puts a lot of pressure on himself to be who everyone thinks he should be. It causes him a lot of stress most of the time. He hasn't come to terms yet that he can't make everyone like him, that there will always be someone who dislikes him just for the sake of it. He might think he's above other people, but he also thinks this means he has a right to them to make them happy; that he's better so he can improve the lives of those who aren't up to his level.
- Self Conscious - He might not look it or even act it, but Novel is extremely self conscious of himself. He's been told his entire life that's he's special, worth something, amazing.... but for his Psychic abilities; and later for his skills in battle. No one has ever told Novel that they like him for who he is, not his prowess with Pokemon or anything else. He fears that no one will ever really like him, that he will never make someone happy enough to make them love him. Even if he acts otherwise all he wants is someone to share his life with, and as he's getting older it worries him more by the day.
- Altruistic - Novel might be a jerk, but he really does have the best interests of others in mind deep down. They might be below him, sure, but he cares deeply for those around him and wouldn't wish to see them hurt. He adores his pokemon, too, doting on them like his children and lifelong friends. He hates to see someone in pain and will usually do his best to help them out. It might come with some lip or sass, but he doesn't mean it most of the time. Promise.
Ambitions:
- Master his Psychic Abilities
- Catch and raise every line of Psychic types
Settle down with someone
HISTORY
Novel was born in the Bosky Hamlet area, under the roof of his farming mother and father. He lived with them and his grandfather in a tiny house out in the country. Many days were spent tilling earth and growing crops; milking the Miltank or fixing fences. It was honest work, really, and work that Novel was happy to do. In fact, if Novel hadn't realized there was something special about him, his life would have taken a drastic turn. He would still be on the farm and working, a plain and simple life. That's not how it went though. You wouldn't be reading this if it were.
There was always something a little special about Novel, ever since he could talk. He always just seemed to know things that he shouldn't. That Maybelle wasn't sick, she was just upset a Rattata kept getting into her stable. The Venipede at the edge of the forest didn't want to eat their crops, it was just curious. He knew that Little Missy down the road had a crush on him even though she never told him, and he even knew when Grandpa was happy when he acted all grumpy. He could always just read people, like he new how they were feeling.
Turns out he did know. At school one day, a scientist studying pokemon brought out a funny machine as he was doing a presentation for the class. It was used to test how strong psychic pokemon's abilities were, usually. It was a weaker machine, meant for baby pokemon. It was just a small box with a readout gauge on it with a plastic headband attached with wires. It was used to measure the activity of brainwaves. Safe to use on humans as well, so he agreed to let the class try it out. All you had to do was put the headband on and concentrate really hard. One by one his classmates tried it out, few of them barely getting it to flicker on the sensor. Then Novel slid it on, closed his eyes and though really hard... and it blipped all the way to the top. Not impressive by Pokemon standards, but human? Unheard of almost. The scientist asked him a bunch of questions after that, and later talked to his parents about anything they thought was strange. With their consent, the scientist requested he be sent to Shui City. A small sect of scientists and human Psychics resided there, and they thought it might be a good idea to test the boy and find out if he really did have any powers. They were reluctant, but thought it would be good for him to be in a nurturing environment if he did have some abilities they did not.
Long story short, he did. It was decided that Novel would stay there, where he could be around people who could help him train and hone his powers. He could do something with his life now, something better than being on the farm. There weren't many people there his own age, though. Sure, there were the kids in the city, but most of them thought he was weird. It got lonely. He talked to lots of people, almost constantly, but it was always about his powers. No one ever asked how he was doing. He could tell whatever everyone around him felt, but no one cared how he felt. It made him just a bit bitter.
Novel's answer came in Sal. One of the precious few moments he had to himself that he wasn't studying or training, he enjoyed hanging around the river closest to the place he was staying. He liked watching the pokemon under the surface and sticking his feet in the water. One day, he happened to lay back just for a moment.... and went to sleep. He woke up a few hours later, groggy and with a new friend curled up next to him. A Slowpoke seemed to have taken to him and was pulled under his arm like a plush might be. He stayed with the pokemon a bit longer, and found that he really enjoyed her company. She was sweet, if a little dim, and seemed to like him as well. He took her back to the facility with him, and borrowed a pokeball to catch her. She became him best friend, and he resolved to train her to be strong and happy.
Turns out he had quite the knack for it. A few months after finding Sal, Novel resolved that he wanted to go on a journey. He didn't really want badges or anything, he just wanted to see Nue and meet more pokemon like Sal, pokemon who wanted to be his friends and who would accept him for who he was. It was reluctant, but he was allowed to go. His journey was as one might expect it to be. Novel made many friends on his travels, and he continued to train his powers like he had been taught for so long. It turned out that he had a real affinity for Psychic type pokemon as well, and respected them greatly. Over time he became quite renowned, both for his likability and for his talents. He sought out and applied to be a Gym Leader when he was twenty two, and managed to beat the previous Psychic Leader. It was a hard battle, but after enough effort he won. Within the year, he had opened the Psychic Gym in his hometown and has been busy running it since.
OTHER INFORMATION
- Psychic Gym Leader -
- Psychic: Empathy -
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
RP Sample: It was unusually hot. The chill of the mountain air doubled with the mist and water would normally mean that Shui always held a certain chill to it. Even on the warmest days, Novel could just stay by the great waterfall and feel it spray him with mist. Today he wasn't so lucky. The boy didn't have the time to go to the waterfall and soak himself on the banks. He was busy busy busy, as he had heard one of the other Psychic's say. A lot had been going on the last few days and it had left everyone worn out. It was unseasonably warm and they were going through a small bit of a drought. The entire city, and region as far as he knew, were suffering without the rains. On top of this, most of the Psychic types kept were in a tizzy. They had been upset every since the rain started, and a Breeder was called to come help them relax, but that had just made it worse. It had resulted in a lot of late night psychic headaches for all of those 'gifted'. Everyone around the labs were upset and tired. He had been lucky to even sneak out, actually.
Which was why it felt like such a personal betrayal that it was hot. Didn't Novel deserve to just feel okay for a little while? Even sitting at the edge of the bank, feet hanging over the side, the pads of his feet could only barely touch the surface of the water where it was down so low. He could clearly see the Magikarp struggling in the low water just under him. They were safe for now, but another day or two of this and someone would need to come help the poor creatures. All of it was just terrible, because when he closed his eyes and thought about it hard, he could almost feel pops of color in his brain. The dumb things were mostly just confused, but a small sliver of fear had implanted in a few of the smarter ones. They had right to be, he guessed.
"Don't worry." Novel spoke to himself, to the Magikarp, to no one in particular, "No one will let any of you suffer for too long." Laying back, he pulled his feet up and curled on his side. It took a moment to focus, but soon enough the pops were gone and all he could feel were his own emotions swirling around, not muddied by anything else. He ignored them, didn't want to think of them, and instead focused on how the sun was warming his skin and how nice it was to close his eyes. I can't go to sleep. He thought to himself, but it was futile. He was dozing almost before he registered the thought.
Novel wasn't sure how long he had been asleep when he finally awoke. He was hot, his mouth tasted like death, and his head hurt. He felt like his eyes were glued shut and he was sore all over. Again, he felt cheated. Naps were supposed to make you feel better, but now he just felt worse than he had before. Nuzzling his face closer to the pillow, he sighed and tried to concentrate on getting up. Only, he realized, that he was outside and there was no pillow. What was he snuggling against? Forcing his eyes open, his vision was assaulted by bright pink downy fur. Pulling away and sitting up, he blinked down, confused, at the Pokemon resting under his arm. "Sloooooow?" It echoed back to him, delayed. A... Slowpoke. Well, at least he wasn't in any danger. Just to be sure, he struggled though the grogginess to open his brain up. No, it was okay. The creature was relaxed, maybe even happy. He wasn't sure. It was hard to read some thing.
Sitting up all the way, Novel rubbed his face. "Sorry." He muttered to the Slowpoke, unconsciously reaching over it and scratching down its back like he had done before so many times to the pokemon where he lived. When he realized what he was doing, he pulled away some. Wild Pokemon didn't always like to be touched like tame ones, someone had told him once. He didn't want to offend the water type. Instead, after a moment, the Slowpoke made a slightly sad sound and inched ever so slowly towards him. Well... looks like it liked being petted. At least he wouldn't be running from something today.
"At least you don't just like me because of my powers." Novel said to it, starting to pet and scratch the pink pokemon again. The Slowpoke was probably just hanging around because it liked being scratched, but it was better than just because he was a Psychic. It always sucked when people talked to him just for that. Maybe it was the crankiness, the tiredness, the building frustration, the heat- but as soon as those words left his lips, as soon as he wasn't pushed away by the Slowpoke, it was like some damn had broken. For the moment, he didn't care about anything. The words kept coming from him, spilling all his Woes in life being vented out and told to the Slowpoke. It stared back at him with a dull understanding at best, but it felt nice to have someone listening to him. When he finally stopped, the sun was going down and a few pricks of water had sunk down his cheeks. Sniffing, he stood up on shaky legs and sighed. "I have to go." It was almost forlorn. He had said so much to this pokemon, he couldn't just... leave it behind. He felt like he had a special connection with it now.
Thunder rolled from above suddenly, shocking Novel and making the poor Slowpoke jump. Maybe it was afraid of that? Leaning down, he gently scooped up the Slowpoke into his arms. Maybe... maybe it would be okay to keep it for the night. Then he could bring it back tomorrow? "I'll keep you safe. He whispered in it's ear as he started to walk back home. Thunder crashed again, and the downpour started a moment later. It was a release.
CODED BY SYLVIE
