Post by Adrian Fawkes on May 16, 2015 7:56:34 GMT -5
ADRIAN FAWKES BASICS Name: Adrian Fawkes Alias: Adrian Age: 23 Gender: Male Orientation: Hetero Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto City: Flash City Class: Trainer Occupation: Street Musician / Burger Flipper Rank: N/A DIRECTORY & OOC INFO Directory Info: [h1]ANIMA[/h1][ul][li][a href=""]Adrian Fawkes[/a] PLAYED BY [u]Reno[/u], [i]Final Fantasy[/i] [/li][/ul] Continuity: Original Other Characters: None NEWBIE NOOK Nook: Male Ralts w/ Heal Pulse Original Profile Template by Popple Edited by Lyro. POKEMON
| PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS Looking at Adrian, one could easily get some mixed signals. His usual attire tends to at least resemble a formal suit, sans the tie, one of his outfits actually is one. He however, wears them casually, almost anywhere, save for where it is absolutely impractical, with little regard for keeping them clean and what all. Of course, he's anything but a typical suit wearing business nut or what ever you'd expect, but he likes the contrast of it with his laid back, free-spirited mentality. Adrian has green eyes, and a spiky head of red hair, complete with a long, thin ponytail coming out the lower back, and a pair of goggles worn like a headband that only leaves his head when he sleeps. His skin is light, bordering on pale, and has red lines tattooed below his eyes. As far as scars go, he's got the typical knicks and bruises you'd expect from someone who likes running around, and he's got a thin scar running a couple inches down the right side of his face, though it's only noticable if you're really looking at him. Build wise, he is of the tall and lanky vareity, standing at six feet and two inches and weighing in at about a hundred sixty-two pounds. He's got long, gangly limbs and is quite lean. Though he's strong enough to hold his own in a lot of fights, he's not winning any contests with it. Despite his long limbs though, he's actually pretty nimble on his feet and does like to dabble in freerunning from time to time. PERSONALITY
Ambitions: Ambitions? Plans for the future? What is this future ambition thing you speak of? Adrian, being generally lax, hasn't really thought a whole lot about the future before, and even when he does consider it, he's impossibly indecisive. Training? Co-ordinating? Breeding? Part of him does like the idea of joining the Interpol, but with his history, even he realizes that he likely wouldn't get away with it. Background checks and all, it's far too risky to attempt, even if he could figure a way to get through with a fake identity. In the end, he went for being a trainer, simply because it's the most straight forward path, though whether it's something he'll stick to, or if he'll look into something else entirely, is completely up in the air. HISTORY The past, is something Adrian has rarely cared to think about. Too many regrets, things he wishes he didn't do, people he misses, people he wishes he never met, and other complicated crap that simply gets in the way of his being in a good mood. The past is little more than the ultimate buzz kill in a life where he just wants to have a good time, so why think about it? Well, let's think about it anyway. To start with, his name? His entire identity? Completely false. He isn't Adrian Fawkes. He's pretty sure nobody is Adrian Fawkes. His hair isn't naturally red either. It's actually very, very blond. Contacts too. His eyes are actually brown. Back to the point though, his true identity? Raised in a less than kind and enriching, child-friendly environment, Adrian's had to deal with earning his independence from an early age. Sure, he had a caring family, but they were also hard to please, and didn't tolerate whining and complaining, which would lead to Adrian developing a tendency to bottle his emotions and his persistantly upbeat attitude. Though he wasn't treated with much sympathy, he didn't really have much to compare to in order to think he had a crumby childhood. Under those conditions, he'd grow up with only the example granted by his criminally affiliated parents. When introduced to pokemon though, while his parents, like most of team rocket, viewed them as servents and weapons, Adrian thought... They were kinda fun. He didn't really get what others got out of being cruel to the things, he himself found that scarying them and bossing them around didn't result in very positive feedback. Though his mentality was different, Adrian didn't really know much better as a kid than to follow in his parent's footsteps. He was like any boy who just wanted to make his parents proud of him, and what better way than to carry on family tradition? Once he was old enough, he would join Team Rocket's ranks, and being an admin's son he of course had plenty of expectations and priviledge. Expectation however, wasn't what he was good at meeting. Indeed, his preference for treating his pokemon well rather than forcing them into his servitude, did get him marked 'soft' and over time, while he did manage to rise in the ranks regardless, he was beginning to realize, he just wasn't feeling this whole, criminal gig. He certainly didn't get any kicks from beating up unfortunate trainers and stealing their pokemon. There wasn't much he liked about stealing at all really. One does not simply hand in their two week notice and quit Team Rocket, however, especially when you are heavily associated with the upper management. His defection was a heavily planned affair with some heavy sacrifices. His entire identity was changed, from his name, straight down to his appearance. What he also had to do however, was release his team. He knew keeping the same team would be a pretty big give away, and he couldn't even stand to simply hold onto them, so on his way to Nue he'd make a stop in Unova, releasing his team there in hopes that Team Rocket would not find them. He'd reach Nue with nothing more than a memento from one of his old pokemon -- a pokemon egg. This egg would hatch into the Ralts he currently has in his possession, and it would be with his help that he'd catch another, a Trapinch. With that Trapinch he'd catch his latest pokemon, a Pawniard. Satisfied with those three for the time being, he'd end up in Flash City, where he'd set up camp at whatever streetcorner was open and play from the guitar he had brought with him from home. Because he was into music as a hobby when he was growing up. Didn't I mention that? No? Well, that's because it only got important just now. Life as a street musician was one of tough breaks however, and he'd eventually have to cave and get a more practical job working in one of the fast food joints to scrape up enough money to make a stable living off of. Though still living out of pokemon centers, he preferred it that way. He didn't plan on living in Flash City forever. He wasn't really sure what he wanted to do with his life, but he knew rotting away in this city wasn't the end game that he wanted for himself. Deciding to try his hand as a pokemon trainer though, he's got his pokemon in hand and whatever comes of it, he knows his life ahead would be better than what he left behind. RP SAMPLE "Stand straight, have a little faith. Because we shalll be freeee." Adrian finished the song with a flourish and a bow, to a fair amount of applause from the people who gathered around him. The precious sound of coin dropping into his guitar case followed as people dropped him some change before once more going about their business. "Well, that went reasonably well." Adrian told his Ralts as he gathered up his earnings and began packing up. As Adrian closed his case and caught a glimpse of Caspian, he suddenly realized the Ralts was staring at him with one of those knowing kind of smiles that people wore when they thought they knew something. Adrian's gaze narrowed on the little psychic type. "Don't look at me like that song actually meant anything. People fall for the mushy feel good songs all the time. It's good business!" He insisted, though the Ralts simply giggled back at his trainer while he just grinned back. Having enough of that though, he pulled out Caspian's poke ball and returned him to it, only to swap for a different poke ball. What replaced the Ralts was his Pawniard, whom he ironically named Rook. "Now you're not going to get any delusional ideas that I'm some sort of soft hearted chump, right?" Adrian questioned the little pawn, who immediately shook his head. "Damn straight." Adrian asserted, ignoring the smile in the Pawniard's gaze which gave away the fact that it was only humoring him. With his guitar packed up and slung over his back, Adrian set off down the street, with Rook walking close by his side. The atmosphere of the city was, as it always was -- bright, flashy, and noisy. It was a miracle he could get any attention in this place where there were competing musicians on practically every corner, where lights flashed all around, practically blinding everyone around, or at least Adrian. He was pretty sure he'd be blind by this time next year if he stuck around this city that long. For not the second, third or even twentieth time, he found himself wondering what he was going to do with himself. Sure, maybe he could just take his guitar and make business in some other town. Other places might not be so inclined to accommodate entertainers, but at least there'd be less competition, and health hazards for that matter. Still, he couldn't imagine this being what he'd do for the rest of his life, hardly scraping by. "So... Rook. Say we quit this entertainment gig. What should we do next?" Adrian questioned the Pawniard eagerly. Rook, who had been focused on their walk, looked up as Adrian questioned him. To be perfectly frank, he thought it should be obvious, and fortunately they so happened to be walking by the place that his trainer obvious wanted to be part of. Staring up at Adrian with his eyelids boredly half closed to make the obviousness of this more apparent, he let out a sharp clicking noise as he without even a second's thought, pointed a claw sharply towards the nearby police station. Adrian's eyes followed the Pawniard's claw to where it was pointing, and seeing where it lead him, a wide smirk stretched across his face. "Ha, right. The Interpol. Because I'd totally get in without them finding... well, you know." Adrian laughed as he poked a finger sharply at the side of the steel type's armored head. He had to give it to his pokemon though, the Pawniard clearly knew him too well. The interpol was definitely what he was interested in, but living under a false identity, trying to get in there was practically suicide. "Come on smart-ass, before I decide to get into co-ordinating and put you in a tutu!" Adrian said, as he pushed onward towards the pokemon center, hoping that better ideas would come to him in the morning. |