Post by Emyr Lloyd on May 12, 2015 21:59:17 GMT -5
CHARACTER NAME
Name: Emyr Lloyd.
Alias: Em, Emmy, M&M, The Biggest Nerd.
Age: 19.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Heteroflexible.
City: Tynntill Town.
Class: Trainer.
Occupation: Tech support worker/general "fix this gadget" guy.
Rank: ---
Alias: Em, Emmy, M&M, The Biggest Nerd.
Age: 19.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Heteroflexible.
City: Tynntill Town.
Class: Trainer.
Occupation: Tech support worker/general "fix this gadget" guy.
Rank: ---
POKEMON
SPECIES: Shinx
ALIAS: Wattz.
GENDER: Male.
ABILITY: Intimidate.
MOVE SET: Baby Doll Eyes | Leer | Crunch | Discharge | Toxic
SPECIES: Pichu.
ALIAS: Lux.
GENDER: Female.
ABILITY: Static.
MOVE SET: Sweet Kiss | Thunder Wave | Thunder Shock | Nasty Plot | Protect
DIRECTORY CODE
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OOC INFO
Continuity: Original
Other Characters: None yet!
NEWBIE NOOK
Nook: Evo Pack 2.
x1 Initial Evolution.
x1 Item Induced Evolution.
x1 Thunder Stone.
APPEARANCE
Emyr is, at first look, a very thin and almost femininely figured boy with pasty skin and a head of inky hair that really should get itself better acquainted with that thing called a brush. Really. His antithesis to bulk of a frame is typically bundled in oversized jackets and sweaters that he likes to wear over a t-shirt or button down, and he is pretty lacking in any physical talents; running, lifting, walking without occasionally tripping over his own feet, the works. He's attractive in a sort of doe-eyed and endearing way, though, and could do well in working it to his advantage... if the thought ever actually crossed his mind.
- Height/Weight: 5' 3" / 110 lbs.
- Hair: Black; typically mussed with a wavy edge; chin length.
- Eyes: A very light, ice blue; some darkened patches.
- Skin: Pale; kid needs some more sun.
- Tattoos/Piercings/etc: Nope.
- Other:
| Red, rectangular-framed glasses for vision trouble.
| His left leg, from about mid-calf down, is a prosthetic.
PERSONALITY
Honestly Emyr is a sweetheart. His first instincts are to be friendly, considerate, trusting (even to the point of naivety), and always open to striking up enthusiastic conversation with any who get within range. He's the talkative sort, always with something to say whether it be a story or some interest of his, and cares for his Pokemon like family, grateful for the acceptance and comfort they provide. He's just a bit... awkward. Or. Really awkward, sometimes. As much as he likes to chat he tends to stumble and second-guess himself mid-sentence, more so when uncomfortable, and is acutely aware of shifts in the emotions or stance of others. It makes him a bit paranoid, that he's being judged or that the conversation is boring, so he needs some reinforcement every once in a while. But he lives to keep what friends he does make happy.
Aside from the combination of both physical and social clumsiness, his other major flaw lies in bravery. He's not. Emyr ultimately decided to be a trainer for a few reasons (to learn more about Pokemon, get closer with his team, and explore the world being a few) but it was also to make himself hardier. He's always been a homebody who spent more time with electronics than people and, as much as he tries to be a dependable friend, his loyalty can waver. He'll defend a friend but fear of what danger it puts him in shakes his already low reservoirs of bravery, making him seem like a wuss.
- Personality Type: INFP.
- Best Traits: Intelligence & compassion.
- Worst Traits: Cowardice & clumsiness.
- Likes: Pokemon (electric types), computers, handheld games, sour candy, autumn.
- Dislikes: Public speaking, athletics, rock types, rain, dark chocolate.
- Talents: Coding, repairing electronics, puzzles.
Ambitions: Emyr doesn't have a plethora of concrete goals set out for himself, but he does want a lot of the basic things you'd see on any trainer's list. He doesn't want to invest in completing a Pokedex, though collecting some cool ones would be nice, and for now he's not sure where exactly "making his team strong" will take him. Gym battles seem far-fetched (let alone the Elite Four), but maybe one day. He wants to improve both them and himself.
- Become a trainer.
- Catch a full team.
- Train that team.
- Profit???
HISTORY
Emyr was born in Lumiose city, Kalos. His parents met through the gym where his mother, Anya, worked as an electrical engineer on the tower's intricate lighting and his father, Eirian, was the gym leader at the time. A cute love story that Emyr (regrettably) has heard many tales from and, really, he'd tell you that he gets any talkativeness from his chatterbox of a mother. His father was far from the silent type, too.
They raised their son in the bustling and vibrant city and, though Emyr loved Lumiose in all its electric glory, he couldn't run off to explore it on foot as he would have liked. In fact, he couldn't stray far from his parents' sides for the first years. There was no clear cause for it, no family heritage or first trimester incident or anything like that, but Emyr was born with significant nerve damage in the lower portion of his left leg. The area was useless, would only cause him pain if left alone, so the doctors amputated it as soon as he was old enough for that kind of anesthesia. He promptly got a prosthetic, was prescribed a few medications for lingering pain, and learned to walk on his own time. Never having both legs intact made it easier. Honestly, he probably wouldn't have ended up the athletic type even with the missing piece, so, he only regretted not being allowed to romp about discovering all of Lumiose's nooks and crannies even when he could walk just fine. It made his parents a little over-cautious.
Eirian remained the gym's talented leader until Emyr was 13, when he retired and the family decided to move regions to where both parents had been promised well-paying jobs among Tynntill's concrete and skyscrapers. By this time, Emyr had already developed a deep love for all things technologically related, taught by his mother and encouraged with a computer and plenty of gadgets to tinker with, as well as Pokemon, and it didn't fade in the least during the change in venue. He showed a distinct talent for fixing broken things and understanding each gadget's inner circuitry, so studying further on that to work in engineering seemed a likely path. However, at 18 he questioned himself. He loved working with machines (really!), but the restriction brought on by adapting to his left leg, as well as ties to Pokemon training through his father, made him want to hold off on jumping into a civilian career. He wanted to try at being a Trainer.
His parents were very surprised, but they didn't discourage him. Many knew him as, to put it bluntly: a naive klutz, but they were aware that their son was smart and liked to see him branching out. He'd saved enough through the years, and could continue to get work with his skills, so why not? Plenty of time for settling into a career later, let's see where a Trainer's journey will lead.
OTHER INFORMATION
✩ Emyr is an aura user!! ✩
That's probably the only other, major thing of note about him. It hasn't been identified by him, his parents, or really anyone, though, because most of the characteristic abilities associated with it are faint to the point of bordering latent. He shows the ability to easily read other's emotions, but that could just be a perceptive person, and when he sees an odd tinge of color around a person when he concentrates or feels more than sees another's presence, he doesn't bring it up. Emyr has the potential be able to use any of the main abilities of an aura user, but for now he doesn't even know what that is. It'll take discovery and practice.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
In the peaceful silence of the the room, Emyr's deep, sigh of an exhale was heard clearly as it wound out from his lungs in a rush. The lanky boy was sitting on the bed of the hotel room he'd taken up staying in for the past few nights, created with traveling trainers in mind and boasting pleasantly fluffy mattresses, with his back propped up by pillows, the pieces of a wrist watch laying scattered in his lap, and feet resting atop the comforter. Well, foot. It had been murder on said foot when he'd made the very intelligent decision to forgo a last break in his travels just so that he could reach Shui city a few hours earlier. So. Much. Walking. And dang for a mountain's base there sure were a few good hills included.
Emyr supposed (more like quietly griped) that he could only blame himself for this bit of exhaustion he was resting off but, come on, he wanted to get there already! Shui was famous for its gigantic falls and the four dragon statues cradled beneath, so much so that the dark haired trainer had considered this place a must-visit point of interest on the map as soon as he'd gone off on his Trainer-ly journey. Only problem with his impatience (besides the aches), was that "I just need to rest first" turned into hours once he fell asleep on the bed in all its seductive, siren-like softness. Any time he might have made up in the reckless push was gone now. Intelligence.
With this thought coloring his attitude a sour shade, Emyr's next breath was a huff that blew inky strands of hair away from his forehead, before he lowered his eyes to the project his hands had busied themselves with. A wristwatch, his wristwatch. It'd suddenly gone slow by 10 minutes so Emyr figured that something had gone awry with the gears, maybe a bit of dust in the works; far from something that he couldn't fix. It was his style to methodically take the gadget apart, first, to better pinpoint the problem, and often times he couldn't find much only to put it back together and find that the damn thing now felt like working just fine. Yeah, dust. Or just tempermental technology. (As much as the teen loved it, the stuff was almost hormonal). Anyway, this time around Emyr did notice that one of the gears had slipped slightly out of place and, upon reconstructing the thing, sat to listen to the renewed, lively ticking with satisfaction. A gentle smile caught one corner of his lips and he blinked icy blue eyes when there was a bump at his right hand.
"Shiiiiiiii," Wattz, his Shinx crooned, having hopped up onto the bed, and peered curiously down at the watch just as Emyr heard the chittering and burbles of his other two partners somewhere on the floor. He laughed and gave Wattz's head a brief pat that left a crackle of static on his finger tips before swinging his legs over the side of the bed, lifting his arms for a broad stretch. "Alright all. We came here to see those statues, so we're gonna get to it."
CODED BY SYLVIE