Post by MidnightGallade on Jul 13, 2010 12:34:38 GMT -5
(I hope I didn't do too badly. I wanted to make him a Tsuasa member but couldn't find enough info to help me.)
Name: Zachary Edan Wiltshire (AKA Zac)
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Career: Trainer
Pokémorph: N/A
Appearance: Zac stands at just beneath six feet tall - if he stands still for long enough to be measured. Usually adding a good three inches to his height, his messy midnight-black hair is tinged with the faintest hint of red and always sticks up in every direction whether he has been walking, sleeping, or even if he has just combed it. It whips around wildly in the smallest of breezes, often seeming like it has a life of its own, although Torax's small weight usually serves to flatten it down when she rides on his head.
Beneath the hair, Zac's skin is midway between pale and tan. His face is the sort most people would consider cute, although he doesn't seem to mind. He has wide eyes of an ocean green which are filled with an excitable curiosity mixed with intelligence. His slightly round cheeks are rarely seen without their dimples from the wide smile he often wears. His teeth are slightly crooked, not badly enough to need braces, and are usually busy chewing on a pencil or the side of his finger. Due to this he often has a pencil stuck behind his ear and the index fingers of both hands are permanently reddened. He has a small amount of stubble on his cheeks but usually keeps it to a minimum.
Zac's outfit is partly simple and partly outrageous, but rarely dirty, as he is very careful about keeping clean. He is rarely seen without his favourite crimson shirt decorated with a picture of a Flareon's head (he secretly has three the same so he can always wear one). In colder weather and at night, this is covered with a thick black jacket lined with black Mareep wool, in which Torax can usually be found beneath the collar. A pair of camouflage cargo pants, slightly frayed at the ankles and with a small tear halfway up the left calf, cover his legs. His feet are often bare but on rare occasions he covers them with plain black running shoes with neon orange laces.
Personality: Slightly hyperactive and overly curious, it is easy for those who don't know him to assume that Zac is mentally handicapped. He knows about this but doesn't care, only acknowledging the assumptions as a way to slip in a quick golfing joke. He is incredibly calm and settled for someone who moves around almost nonstop. At times it almost seems like there are two personalities inside him.
Zac is, in fact, not mentally handicapped. He simply tends to look differently than others, see different parts to the same story, and admire the smaller things while taking longer to see the bigger picture. He often compares it to studying the brushstrokes on a painting so closely that you forget it's a painting of unimaginable horror. Having never encountered unimaginable horror in his life, however, the point doesn't seem to be so effective to those who know him. He loves to play with Pokemon simply to watch them have fun. His jokes fall flat 98 percent of the time but he still occasionally makes them, his optimistic view telling him that soon enough he'll be able to brighten someone's day.
Moving almost seems to be a hobby; he doesn't like to move fast, but he certainly moves. If he isn't walking, swimming, climbing, or doing something else that involves movement, his feet and hands continue to wander. It is not uncommon for him to change position three times in one minute while sitting down. Surprisingly, he rarely runs unless something has gotten him excited - although he would run a marathon for walnut cake, his favourite food. Any other sort of cake follows soon after.
Everyone has fears, though, and although Zac would be too busy enjoying the scenery if someone were to sneak up behind him with a chainsaw, his cheerful attitude falls away the moment his eyes are covered. In anything except complete darkness he is happy, but he freezes in terror upon finding himself completely blinded. This fear is so complete that even something as simple as a hand over his face renders him immobile and unable to do more than beg for help. At this point Torax is always quick to do what she can to help.
History: Zac was three years old when he was adopted from an orphanage. His previous carers had no idea where he had come from - all but two were recently employed, the owner's memory was failing, and the matron simply remembered that he had been found sitting on the doorstep a year earlier. Zac himself can no longer remember anything before his adoptive parents took him home. Those parents, a middle-aged couple with no children of their own, treated him lavishly and gave him everything he wanted for the first year. Zac was soon a typical spoiled brat and Torax, usually as a Zigzagoon, would do all she could to trip their parents and cause trouble.
At the age of four, Zac's adoptive father Ethan fell ill. At once the lavish lifestyle the couple had bestowed on Zac began to fade away. The young boy became quiet and withdrawn, not understanding what had happened while his mother Jude poured all of their money into medication for her sickly husband.
Zac started school dressed in clothes that barely fit, his books secondhand and his work often late or half-finished. Earlier in his life he had been too self-absorbed to make friends and now confided only in Torax, who sat by his head in her Pidgey form as they watched the other children play. A month after beginning school, a young girl named Kristy approached Zac and offered him some of her lunch. He had made his very first friend, and from that point on his optimism began to bloom forth.
The young boy in his old and mismatched clothes never fit in well with the other children, but with his first friend by his side and the few others he gathered his personality grew. Torax often played with only Kristy's dæmon however, and their friendship continued to grow. Despite her worry for her ill husband, Jude was delighted that the two had become friends and made a habit of inviting Kristy for playdates.
It seemed that Ethan would succumb to the illness, but after a long three-year struggle he finally overcame it. At this time Zac was almost seven, and he invited all of his friends to an early birthday party in celebration. During the party two children decided to play a prank on Zac and, after tripping him, pushed his head into a hole their dæmons had dug out. Zac began to scream in terror and Torax became defensive, taking a Growlithe form and biting the dæmons of all who approached him. Kristy slipped past her and helped Zac up, further strengthening their friendship.
The next few years were relatively uneventful. Now that the family's money was not needed for medication, the lavish lifestyle returned. By this point, however, Zac knew better than to accept it. He rarely asked for things and was content with what he had. By the age of eleven he had begun to take walks with Kristy and was beginning to realize that he felt more strongly about her than as a friend. Torax's games with the girl's dæmon began to end more and more often with the two holding each other's paws. Zac kept his feelings secret, not sure what they meant or what would happen if he admitted them.
Zac began to take more of an interest in learning as he began to consider being a trainer. His bedroom, once filled with toys or later almost empty, now began to fill with books. He greatly enjoyed reading and studying, although as hard as he tried, he could never seem to get higher than average grades in school. At the age of thirteen he finally wrote a love poem and slipped it through Kristy's bedroom window, running away before he could watch her read it. She confronted him at school the next day to admit, while blushing furiously, that she felt the same about him. However, two months later, before they had even had their first kiss, Zac's family moved.
Now alone and unable to remember Kristy's phone number, Zac abandoned his studies. It took another two months for his enthusiasm to return, by which point he was already exercising every day and unable to settle down if he was forced to stay still. His bright and cheerful attitute returned rapidly, to his parents' delight, and although he was never interested in dating anyone else, he made friends much more easily and turned to writing jokes. His dæmon began to adopt a Pachirisu form not long after Zac's cheerfulness returned, which became the source of many jokes from his friend, parents, and even Zac himself.
Name: Torax
Form (if settled): Pachirisu
Favourite Forms (if not settled): N/A
Appearance: Torax is slightly smaller than most Pachirisu, small enough to comfortably slip inside the collar of Zac's jacket for warmth during cold weather. Her tail is the same length as an ordinary Pachirisu's, although slightly fluffier, making her look disporportional. In truth, however, it simply looks thicker because of air pockets in the fur and is light enough to not throw Torax off-balance unless it catches something. Between her ears is a small reddish-black marking much like a six-point star. The streak beginning at the star and ending at her tail tip, normally blue, begins as a shade of brilliant scarlet at Torax's marking and fades gradually to blue, ending in the normal colouring at her tail tip.
Personality: Protective of her human despite her small size, if someone seems threatening to Torax she darts back and forth between Zac's feet and the other person's dæmon as a warning. If necessary, she swats the dæmon to warn them away or bites with her sharp incisors. She can be very friendly, however, if she trusts someone. Not one for playing, she nevertheless likes to have fun and will lock paws with a small Pokemon to play-wrestle or simply roll around with them like a living ball. When meeting someone for the first time, she reflects Zac's insatiable curiosity, clinging to his shoulder or head and leaning out toward the new person in fascination. After their initial greetings she likes to run down his leg and tap tails/paws with the other dæmon, and if they are large enough, ride on their head or back for a short time.
Torax loves to curl up on Zac's head and nap, but also loves watching the scenery pass by when they are outside. Although her tail made her clumsy not long after settling, and she still occasionally trips over it, she is generally extremely quick and nimble. Unlike Zac she does not like to move all the time, but when she does, she usually moves fast. She is less of a jester than him, however, and is almost always the first to groan at his jokes.
Character
[/size]Name: Zachary Edan Wiltshire (AKA Zac)
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Career: Trainer
Pokémorph: N/A
Appearance: Zac stands at just beneath six feet tall - if he stands still for long enough to be measured. Usually adding a good three inches to his height, his messy midnight-black hair is tinged with the faintest hint of red and always sticks up in every direction whether he has been walking, sleeping, or even if he has just combed it. It whips around wildly in the smallest of breezes, often seeming like it has a life of its own, although Torax's small weight usually serves to flatten it down when she rides on his head.
Beneath the hair, Zac's skin is midway between pale and tan. His face is the sort most people would consider cute, although he doesn't seem to mind. He has wide eyes of an ocean green which are filled with an excitable curiosity mixed with intelligence. His slightly round cheeks are rarely seen without their dimples from the wide smile he often wears. His teeth are slightly crooked, not badly enough to need braces, and are usually busy chewing on a pencil or the side of his finger. Due to this he often has a pencil stuck behind his ear and the index fingers of both hands are permanently reddened. He has a small amount of stubble on his cheeks but usually keeps it to a minimum.
Zac's outfit is partly simple and partly outrageous, but rarely dirty, as he is very careful about keeping clean. He is rarely seen without his favourite crimson shirt decorated with a picture of a Flareon's head (he secretly has three the same so he can always wear one). In colder weather and at night, this is covered with a thick black jacket lined with black Mareep wool, in which Torax can usually be found beneath the collar. A pair of camouflage cargo pants, slightly frayed at the ankles and with a small tear halfway up the left calf, cover his legs. His feet are often bare but on rare occasions he covers them with plain black running shoes with neon orange laces.
Personality: Slightly hyperactive and overly curious, it is easy for those who don't know him to assume that Zac is mentally handicapped. He knows about this but doesn't care, only acknowledging the assumptions as a way to slip in a quick golfing joke. He is incredibly calm and settled for someone who moves around almost nonstop. At times it almost seems like there are two personalities inside him.
Zac is, in fact, not mentally handicapped. He simply tends to look differently than others, see different parts to the same story, and admire the smaller things while taking longer to see the bigger picture. He often compares it to studying the brushstrokes on a painting so closely that you forget it's a painting of unimaginable horror. Having never encountered unimaginable horror in his life, however, the point doesn't seem to be so effective to those who know him. He loves to play with Pokemon simply to watch them have fun. His jokes fall flat 98 percent of the time but he still occasionally makes them, his optimistic view telling him that soon enough he'll be able to brighten someone's day.
Moving almost seems to be a hobby; he doesn't like to move fast, but he certainly moves. If he isn't walking, swimming, climbing, or doing something else that involves movement, his feet and hands continue to wander. It is not uncommon for him to change position three times in one minute while sitting down. Surprisingly, he rarely runs unless something has gotten him excited - although he would run a marathon for walnut cake, his favourite food. Any other sort of cake follows soon after.
Everyone has fears, though, and although Zac would be too busy enjoying the scenery if someone were to sneak up behind him with a chainsaw, his cheerful attitude falls away the moment his eyes are covered. In anything except complete darkness he is happy, but he freezes in terror upon finding himself completely blinded. This fear is so complete that even something as simple as a hand over his face renders him immobile and unable to do more than beg for help. At this point Torax is always quick to do what she can to help.
History: Zac was three years old when he was adopted from an orphanage. His previous carers had no idea where he had come from - all but two were recently employed, the owner's memory was failing, and the matron simply remembered that he had been found sitting on the doorstep a year earlier. Zac himself can no longer remember anything before his adoptive parents took him home. Those parents, a middle-aged couple with no children of their own, treated him lavishly and gave him everything he wanted for the first year. Zac was soon a typical spoiled brat and Torax, usually as a Zigzagoon, would do all she could to trip their parents and cause trouble.
At the age of four, Zac's adoptive father Ethan fell ill. At once the lavish lifestyle the couple had bestowed on Zac began to fade away. The young boy became quiet and withdrawn, not understanding what had happened while his mother Jude poured all of their money into medication for her sickly husband.
Zac started school dressed in clothes that barely fit, his books secondhand and his work often late or half-finished. Earlier in his life he had been too self-absorbed to make friends and now confided only in Torax, who sat by his head in her Pidgey form as they watched the other children play. A month after beginning school, a young girl named Kristy approached Zac and offered him some of her lunch. He had made his very first friend, and from that point on his optimism began to bloom forth.
The young boy in his old and mismatched clothes never fit in well with the other children, but with his first friend by his side and the few others he gathered his personality grew. Torax often played with only Kristy's dæmon however, and their friendship continued to grow. Despite her worry for her ill husband, Jude was delighted that the two had become friends and made a habit of inviting Kristy for playdates.
It seemed that Ethan would succumb to the illness, but after a long three-year struggle he finally overcame it. At this time Zac was almost seven, and he invited all of his friends to an early birthday party in celebration. During the party two children decided to play a prank on Zac and, after tripping him, pushed his head into a hole their dæmons had dug out. Zac began to scream in terror and Torax became defensive, taking a Growlithe form and biting the dæmons of all who approached him. Kristy slipped past her and helped Zac up, further strengthening their friendship.
The next few years were relatively uneventful. Now that the family's money was not needed for medication, the lavish lifestyle returned. By this point, however, Zac knew better than to accept it. He rarely asked for things and was content with what he had. By the age of eleven he had begun to take walks with Kristy and was beginning to realize that he felt more strongly about her than as a friend. Torax's games with the girl's dæmon began to end more and more often with the two holding each other's paws. Zac kept his feelings secret, not sure what they meant or what would happen if he admitted them.
Zac began to take more of an interest in learning as he began to consider being a trainer. His bedroom, once filled with toys or later almost empty, now began to fill with books. He greatly enjoyed reading and studying, although as hard as he tried, he could never seem to get higher than average grades in school. At the age of thirteen he finally wrote a love poem and slipped it through Kristy's bedroom window, running away before he could watch her read it. She confronted him at school the next day to admit, while blushing furiously, that she felt the same about him. However, two months later, before they had even had their first kiss, Zac's family moved.
Now alone and unable to remember Kristy's phone number, Zac abandoned his studies. It took another two months for his enthusiasm to return, by which point he was already exercising every day and unable to settle down if he was forced to stay still. His bright and cheerful attitute returned rapidly, to his parents' delight, and although he was never interested in dating anyone else, he made friends much more easily and turned to writing jokes. His dæmon began to adopt a Pachirisu form not long after Zac's cheerfulness returned, which became the source of many jokes from his friend, parents, and even Zac himself.
The Dæmon
[/u][/center][/size]Name: Torax
Form (if settled): Pachirisu
Favourite Forms (if not settled): N/A
Appearance: Torax is slightly smaller than most Pachirisu, small enough to comfortably slip inside the collar of Zac's jacket for warmth during cold weather. Her tail is the same length as an ordinary Pachirisu's, although slightly fluffier, making her look disporportional. In truth, however, it simply looks thicker because of air pockets in the fur and is light enough to not throw Torax off-balance unless it catches something. Between her ears is a small reddish-black marking much like a six-point star. The streak beginning at the star and ending at her tail tip, normally blue, begins as a shade of brilliant scarlet at Torax's marking and fades gradually to blue, ending in the normal colouring at her tail tip.
Personality: Protective of her human despite her small size, if someone seems threatening to Torax she darts back and forth between Zac's feet and the other person's dæmon as a warning. If necessary, she swats the dæmon to warn them away or bites with her sharp incisors. She can be very friendly, however, if she trusts someone. Not one for playing, she nevertheless likes to have fun and will lock paws with a small Pokemon to play-wrestle or simply roll around with them like a living ball. When meeting someone for the first time, she reflects Zac's insatiable curiosity, clinging to his shoulder or head and leaning out toward the new person in fascination. After their initial greetings she likes to run down his leg and tap tails/paws with the other dæmon, and if they are large enough, ride on their head or back for a short time.
Torax loves to curl up on Zac's head and nap, but also loves watching the scenery pass by when they are outside. Although her tail made her clumsy not long after settling, and she still occasionally trips over it, she is generally extremely quick and nimble. Unlike Zac she does not like to move all the time, but when she does, she usually moves fast. She is less of a jester than him, however, and is almost always the first to groan at his jokes.