Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2013 12:32:29 GMT -5
Alias: Skater boy(Not really a nickname. Just what people usually call him when first seeing him.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Region: Johto
Class: Pokemon Trainer
Occupation: Professional skater, competetive trainer
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APPEARANCE
PERSONALITY
As a result, he finds it difficult making friends. He forgets that he can sound like an asshole when he's simply trying to share a cynical opinion with anyone. People tend to get offended by his approach. He doesn't try to cover it up. He just tries to balance it with an equal amount of kindness. Casey knows very well that he can be very negative. If the moment calls for it, he will forego his friendly attitude in order to help others and give them the truth they're too afraid to explore. Of course, he's been wrong a time or two...
Outside of his cynical exterior is a man filled with hope. Hope that some form of peace can exist, and that perhaps people can change. Skating and training are the only positive outlets he has for expressing this. Skating is freeing for him, and the harder he trains, the better person he'll be in the end. In the end, that's all one can hope to be. A good person, and a free spirit.
Growing up in a hippie family (The kind where they're too busy being high to pay attention to their children), Casey has always felt alone. He knows people care about him and love him. He recognizes the loneliness as only the kind in which one is an alien to himself. Any therapist would tell him he judges everything around him so much because he's unsure of how to judge himself as a person. Does Casey care? Of course not-a lot....
His Pokemon are his closest friends. Given to him at a young age, he had a lot of time to get to know his Pokemon and come together as brothers. It was them that influenced him to become a trainer, and a damn tough one at that. Training sessions often include daily two hour races where Casey expects his Pokemon to beat him, while the first place winner gets to eat all the gourmet berry dishes they can stomach. Some times he includes battling in the races, where he pits each Pokemon against one other where they'll race and battle to the finish line.
Overall, Casey is a cynical, sarcastic, gentle, free-spirited tough trainer just looking for his place in life. Many of his interests include ANYTHING, poetry, photography, pretty much all forms of art, dubstep, rock, hip hop/rap, freestyling, sour candy, skating, running, swimming, internet browsing, politics, interior design, Pokemon dolls and Scotch. His major dislikes are Tequila, psychedelic drugs, snake-like Pokemon, anime, loud noises, earbuds, people when they're driving, people who have no ambition, people who-I'll stop here...This guy could go on for hours.
Ambitions: Casey enjoys gym challenges, and has considered facing the Elite 4 one day, but his main ambition is finding out who he is, and finding his place in the grand scheme of the universe. [/ul]
POKEMON
Pokedex Name: Charmander
ALIAS: Scott
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Blaze
MOVE SET: Flamethrower| Smokescreen | Slash | Dragonrage
Pokedex Name: Totodile
ALIAS: Lucas
GENDER: Male,
ABILITY: Torrent
MOVE SET: Hydropump| Ice Fang | Screech | Chip Away
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HISTORY
Casey's life as a youth was lacking in the growth, emotional, mental and overall attention departments. As a child, Casey had many questions met with no answers. When he was upset or having difficulty processing his feelings, he was often told not to be so upset with little to no reason why he shouldn't feel such a way. He got away with running around the streets of Goldenrod unattended. He learned most of his knowledge from the streets and learned more-so how to think for himself than accept what he was told.
School was just in the way for him. He had more days missed than days attended. It was on one of these skipped days that he found an abandoned pair of beat up rollerblades and put them on. His current expertise would have one think he was a natural from birth, but that was far from true. For months, he couldn't get it right. He'd fall flat on his face or his back most of the time. It wasn't until a Charmander and a Totodile stalked and taunted him daily about his inability to skate. This pushed him to try harder, teaching and willing himself to become a better skater. It took until his young sister was born when he was ten to really get any good at it and the Pokemon that made fun of him gave him the respect he wanted to receive from his parents. Following him home, his parents didn't care that they moving in.
When Casey's sister was born, he became a very angry child, seeing her get the care and attention he needed. As a result, skating became an escape. It wasn't until he was a professional level skater at the age of sixteen that it became a lifestyle. In a way, he didn't need his parents any more. He took off to begin a journey as a Pokemon trainer at a late age, broke, inexperienced and just a little lonely. At the age of twenty one, he raised enough money from a skating competition in Violet City to buy his first real Pokemon equipment (Pokeballs, potions, etc.,). Ever since, he's had the chance to excel rather quickly as a Pokemon trainer. It won't be long until he's challenging his first gym leader. He started from the bottom....but now, he is here.
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OOC INFORMATION
[url=link to accepted application will be added by staff][b]Casey Rhodes[/b][/url]
Face claim: [b]Air Gear[/b] - Itsuki, [i]Minami[/i]
Continuity: Original
Other Characters: 0
Role play Sample: "These wheels are getting a little rough..." said the spiky haired cynic hunched over a bench in National Park. It was a hopeful windy summer day, but the bug contest wasn't open just yet. Scott and Lucas tossed a golf ball sized rock back and forth while Casey inspected his flawed rollerblades. They were the same rollerblades he found in the trash behind Goldenrod City's Pokemart, only now they were clean and well maintained-far from the mess they were when found. The wheels were chipped, the straps were non-existant. No wonder Casey could barely stand in them. Here they were with only a minor maintenance issue. "Looks like it's off to the skate shop again this week..." he complained. He didn't like going there. It was all the way in Violet City and it was the only good one in the region. "I hate their customer service. I mean smoke as much weed as you can handle, but do it at home. The whole place smells like a burning plant. Or at least light some Nag champas. Idiots..." he ranted. He shook the thought of giving the police an anonymous tip that the shop was filled with potheads smoking throughout the day as he took his seat on the bench, strapping his rollerblades one by one.
It would only be a few hours until the bug contest opened. Scott and Lucas continued to throw rocks. One accidentally hit a passerby in the head. The annoyed bystander was compelled to address the issue to their trainer. "Uhm, you do know how to train your little baby Pokemon, right?" The man must have felt a sense of fear from Casey's reaction. He took a sudden step back as Casey stood up on his skates, pointing a finger and keeping an inappropriate blank expression with a more than appropriate tone in his throat. "Pokemon play, alright? They throw rocks, they run around. It's what they do. What the hell are you doing in National Park if you don't want to deal with their habits? There are people here waiting for a bug contest. 'oh no! I was hit with a rock in the back of the head by a widdle charmander!' grow a pair. Don't be such a little baby about it....." he paused. The stranger was defeated and left with his frustration, but Casey kept going. "Oh, so I guess that means you don't even have a Pokemon, or else you'd have challenged me right then and there. Really, man? Don't talk if you don't know the first thing about training, you Dunsparce. Ugh..Mukking idiots, man. Keep going before you get an Ice Fang in your ass." finished, and feeling relieved, he looked down at his nodding Pokemon. At least he had his brothers on his side.
"Muk it...Let's just come back later" And they left, accomplished, yet just the slightest bit unsatisfied.
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