manly mc manlypecs Oct 12, 2010 13:47:25 GMT -5
Post by alphasuicune on Oct 12, 2010 13:47:25 GMT -5
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kidding, it's just
jake percival meriwether philip fotheringham leander williams
nothing I say comes out right
I can't love without a fight
no-one ever knows my name
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Name: jake williams. pretend the other names don't exist
Career: tsuasa grunt
I'm so sick of wasting time | but nothing's moving in my mind
For a kid his age to be applying for team Tsuasa, you'd imagine they'd have to be a bit of a rebel; probably tall for their age, muscular, with dark or dyed hair and a hoodie to match. Jake...
...well, frankly Jake is none of these things. At all.
Let's start with the height. Jake is pretty much average, slightly on the short side at about 5' 3". He might be able to tower over a shrub, perhaps, if he tried really hard and stood on his tiptoes, but otherwise it's a hopeless case. He's got ridiculous frizzy, fluffy, mop-like hair that seems to enjoy eating combs and is roughly the same shade of ginger as partly-digested carrot. His face is underwhelming; an average, slightly lumpy-looking, nose rests between his wide green eyes, which in turn cower behind enormous, thick-rimmed glasses that are five sizes too big for him. He did have a pair of nice-looking, lightweight titanium-frame ones at one point, but he sat on them and was too out of pocket to afford a new pair.
The only thing that might grab your attention about his face is the sheer mass of freckles he has dotting his nose, cheeks, chin, just about everywhere that isn't eyes or hair. It's like a miniature army of tiny brown dots. They don't do much for his look. He shamefully tried to cover them with foundation a couple of times before, but got through half a bottle with little sucess and decided to quit. With some styling mousse he can get his hair to look slightly more normal, but the ginger stays no matter what. He's considered dying it something cool like purple, but knows full well that'd earn a death warrant from his parents. Wouldn't want to upset mummy, would we?
Jake isn't very tall; nor is he particularly muscular, with a slightly skinny build and weak arms. His skin is quite pale and seems almost translucent at parts, where you can see the veins running close to the skin, a hallmark of spending too long inside. It burns quite easily, and he goes lobster-pink in the summer. He doesn't have any interesting scars or birthmarks or whatever, though he often checks just in case. There are more freckles on his shoulders and upper back, if that counts, though. He tried giving himself a papercut once to see if it would make a cool scar, but it was a complete failure and he was sniffling to himself for the next half an hour. He's got long fingers, and short stubby nails, all torn at the end where he keeps chewing them. He's promised himself he'll stop soon. It seem unlikely, though.
Jake's wardrobe is full of things he think are awesome-super-cool and everyone else thinks look completely awful. He's got his favourite snazzy black bowtie which he wears on special occasions, so as not to spoil it; several pairs of underwear with his name written on them, just in case; a large pile of black socks that never ever match up; the list goes on and on. He normally just wears a cotton t-shirt (his favourite is one that says 'YOUR MOTHER' in large letters on it, because offensive slogans are really hip and cool... apparently) , but on top of that a regular offender is one of several knitted jumpers. You know the sort, the wollen ones with the sort of tartan-gingham on them in horrible colours that you get for christmas from your gran? Yeah, those. Jake has several, and takes pride in wearing them. He does have a couple of normal things in his wardrobe; pullovers, jeans, a pair of converse, but due to his habit of simply grabbing whatever's on the washing pile in the morning it's normally tartan-striped granny jumpers.
inspiration can't be found | I get up and fall, but
The ideal Tsuasa grunt would be the sort who likes to bully people; probably not too smart, and certainly thick enough to follow orders, and do what they're told. Then there are the smarter ones, worming their way up the ranks through cunning and excellent jobs on missions.
And then there's Jake. He's not quite sure why he wants to apply to be a grunt. Outwardly, he just wants to please. He's a little bit of a strange cookie, but really he'd just like a few friends. He doesn't have any mental diseases or anything, just some braces and a battalion of freckles, though they seem to have basically the same effect in warding people off. He likes things that 'cool' people don't; pocket robots and engineering, dungeons and dragons, Star Trek trivia quizzes. He's basically your stereotypical nerd, which is probably why he doesn't have many friends. It's not that he's an introvert - he's always at the school disco, and stuff - it's just that he's the kid standing alone in the corner sipping his drink and wishing the music wasn't quite so loud.
He's a very passive person, the kind that gets their shoes trodden on and their homework ripped up and doesn't do anything about it. He tries to participate in classes, working diligently and trying to hand in all his homework on time. His grades aren't top of the class or anything but they're pretty good; he gets report cards like 'shows potential but could do better if more applied'. He enjoys tinkering with household appliances, such as 'improving' the toaster by taking it apart and then trying to piece it together again. It's possibly an even worse habit than chewing his nails.
Truth be told, Jake is also a complete coward. He deliberately avoids conflict as much as he can, forking over his lunch money without a second thought, and generally trying to make himself as un-noticeable as possible when trouble rears its head. This is partly because he knows he would lose any fights, but mostly because he's a complete wuss who has never had any sort of talent for physical activities and sports. He'd lose an arm-wrestling match with a tree, that's quite how pathetic he is. It seems to be working, though; as of yet, he hasn't broken any bones, and overall has sustained relatively little physical damage.
He doesn't think of himself as any kind of macho, brave tough guy - that's simply not who he is - but does take a kind of pride in telling himself he's smarter than them. That's mostly the reason he wanted to join Tsuasa; he'd made up his mind to take a stand, saying 'here I am, world, bite me' and flaunting his position as a legion of the evil team Tsuasa... but quietly, of course, just in case someone noticed.
Jake may be seen as a loner by some, but he does often find himself in pleasant company - that of his imaginary friend, Margaret. Margaret is a charming little girl; she's shy and retiring, but at the same time gets acutely lonely when there's nobody around. She's got a rather old-fashioned dress, and appears faded and washed-out, like an old photograph. Even though he knows, in his heart of hearts, that having an imaginary friend at his age is very childish, Jake is still immensely fond of her, bringing her everywhere with him. He tries not to talk about her in front of polite company, though.
Unbeknownst to pretty much everyone - Jake himself included - Margaret has been deceased since about 250 years ago. He has the rare and little-understood ability to see ghosts, though it's not realised; he and his parents just assumed that Margaret was completely imaginary. Margaret is afraid of admitting her true nature to anyone; she's happier keeping quiet about it.
I'm alive | I'm alive
Jake was born and bred in Enera, near Filla City. It is unknown what inspired his parents to give him quite such a ridiculous list of middle names; probably some sort of divine punishment for having such stupid-looking hair. His parents, at first, hoped the ginger colour would fade out with time.
Yeah, no, it didn't.
His parents were perfectly respectable people. His father was a small businessman; shrewd person, the kind who hunched over with a briefcase and a pressed suit. He got the ginger hair from his mother; a worker for team Tsuasa who thought she was the greatest thing since sliced scones and god's gift to men (and sometimes women, if it so took her fancy). She had rippling auburn hair down to the small of her back, a radiant, glowing ginger. Jake's rather disappointed he ended up with fuzzy vomit hair, and still clings to hope that it'll change when he gets older.
He had a perfectly respectable education in a local school. He had decent grades, especially in subjects such as mathematics and science, but his true interests lay in machines and engineering. He would build tiny robots out of things he found in his pockets; rubber bands, springs from mechanical pencils, that sort of thing. If he could get his hands on it, it went into a tiny clanky thing that rolled round the desk, you could almost guarantee.
The little boy wandered through the cemetery, loosely clutching his mother's hand. They'd come to pay their respects to a dead relative, or something of the sort. He didn't know much about it; to him, it was just a load of rocks sticking up out of the earth, and as interesting as that was... well, it wasn't very. He grabbed at a leaf that twirled past his nose, suddenly spotting something out of the corner of his eye.
He pointed a pudgy finger, turning. "Look, mummy, there's a girl over there." He squinted through misty lenses. "What's she doing?"
"Shh, dear." His mother patted him gently. "Why don't you go play somewhere? We'll only be a few minutes."
He trotted over to where the girl was sitting. She looked a couple of years older than him, in her early teens, and her dress was billowing out in the wind. He watched it with fascination; it was a style unlike dresses he'd seen before, all lace and greyish-white fabric, and if he looked hard he could just about see what was behind it. The girl was picking daisies, sitting with a certain grace and running her hand through the dewy grass before plucking a flower. He waved at her curiously. When she didn't respond, he ventured to speak.
"Um... hello?" The girl looked up, and he took in her round face and blank eyes behind delicate glasses. The daisy she was holding fell through her fingers, and she glanced down with what might have been annoyance before looking back up.
"...hello." Her voice was soft and echoed quietly through the cemetery. Pleased that she spoke, the boy stuffed his hands in his pockets. "What's your name? What are you doing?" He frowned. "Isn't your dress going to get wet like that?"
The peculiar girl looked down, tilting her head. "Will it?"
He nodded matter-of-factly. "Look, the grass is really damp. Come on, I'll help you up."
She ignored the hand he offered, getting to her feet and looking down at him curiously. "So... you can see me?"
The boy scrunched his nose up, perplexed. "What are you talking about? Of course I can see you." His dæmon poked its nose out from one of his pockets, sniffing at the girl. She was silent for a few moments, then spoke again.
"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name's Margaret, and I'm looking for somebody." She sighed wistfully, glancing out over the tombstones. "I'm ever so lonely, you see."
The boy pondered this for a little while, before brightening up. "I'll be your friend, if you want. And I can help you look." The strange girl looked genuinely moved, eyes softening.
"Yeah! Come on." He clutched at her hand, meeting her gaze with wide eyes. "Who are you looking for?"
"Mummy! Daddy! Look!" The boy pointed at the empty space to his right. "This is my new friend. Her name is Margaret and she's very pretty. Can she come and live with us?"
The parents exchanged knowing glasses, and the father nodded. "Well, of course, Jake. Does Margaret want to stay in your room?"
The boy briefly conferred with 'Margaret', his dæmon coiled around his neck. "Yes, she does. She says she won't be too noisy and will always keep her stuff neat and tidy."
The father smiled and nodded. "Very good."
The boy poked at his food, impaling a roasted potato on his fork and holding it up. "Would you like some of this, Margaret?"
The girl blinked at it. "Oh, I'm not very hungry, but it's been so long since I had hot food..." She leaned forwards, taking a tiny nibble off the side. The boy looked slightly put out.
"Is that it?"
"You can have the rest."
He obligingly stuffed it in his mouth, but kept offering her little morsels of his food while his parents watched on smugly. Aww, Jake had an imaginary friend. How cute.
"And this is my room!" The boy spread his arms wide, bouncing up and down excitedly. "Where would you like to sleep?"
"Oh, I'm not tired yet." Margaret fiddled with a lock of her, and her face fell. "Will you be going to bed?"
"Yeah." The boy yawned widely, his dæmon curling up on his bed as a Growlithe. The girl chewed on her lip.
"Um... do you have to? It's just... I'll get lonely without you to talk to..."
Considering this, the boy had a brainwave. Rummaging around in his drawer, he eventually drew out a small bucket and a pen. Upturning it, he scribbled a pair of eyes and a wonky smiling mouth on it, turning so it faced Margaret. "There, he can keep you company! Okay?"
She moved forwards, patting the bucket curiously. Her eyes shone as she smiled and nodded. "Yes. Thankyou."
Jake didn't take much of an interest in Pokémon until his mother brought home a Beldum from a mission she went on. Until then, he'd always seen them as slightly dull things; computers and machines were infinitely more interesting, but here was a unique specimen that seemed to combine the two. He was forever studying it, noting down the bizarre effects its magnetism had on electrical things, and even going so far as to request to take it apart when the poor thing malfunctioned and passed away (of course, his mother rejected on the principle that it was disrespectful, and so they buried it). After that he took to the creatures, scrutinising every new specimen his parents collected in his spare time. His interests in computing still thrived, but they almost had to take second place to his newfound hobby.
Due to his mother's position in the team, he was reviewed once or twice for a potential member. She wasn't the most enthusiastic person when it came to making Jake a grunt; partially she was rather fond of him and worried about what it might come to, but mainly because she knew full well he wouldn't do very well at sort of grunty things. He had a decent brain on him, though, and he's considering applying for a post in engineering, although he still has a few misgivings about it - he's not entirely convinced that Team Tsuasa's work is all for the best.
Admittedly, his engineering skills are a tad... sub-par. He's never had proper training, and makes beginner's mistakes (such as setting voltage resistors to 3 instead of 300. He once attempted to make a small joy buzzer to play a prank on someone at school, and broke down in tears then the unlucky person he tried it on twitched violently before crashing to the floor because he'd mismatched the electrical charge. He's been wary of practical jokes ever since). Attempts to make his parents permit him some sort of special tutoreage in the subject have so far failed.
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Form (if settled): purufle
Favourite Forms (if not settled): n/a
Age Settled: at about fourteen and a half years old. Jake's still upset his voice hasn't broken yet.
Views on Form(s): Jake finds his dæmon ridiculous, quite frankly. He claims, alternatively, that he's too young to properly decide about his sexuality/he has a yet unheard of genetic disease/he's just bi. Maia enjoys his form; slender, fluffy, not too much on the cute side, darling, we wouldn't want that.
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Maia looks like just about any other Purufle - fuzzy, possibly a little on the chubby side - apart from the fact that he's rather, well, pink instead of purple. He also looks pretty much totally like a girl. You'd have to look quite hard, or listen carefully to his voice, to realise that, yes, he is actually a he. The pair have to deal with quite a lot of 'wait... it's a male dæmon?' It doesn't help that his parent's dæmons thought he was a girl at first, as well, and thus gave him a girl's name.
I'll live my life | I'm alive
Maia is, naturally, a lot like Jake, only a lot more... 'fabulous'. He's flirtatious and outgoing, taking risks and generally being rather a menace to Jake, who has to play the 'straight man' to his antics. He also tends to be more open and friendly with people, and is more socially adept; he's the one giving a comforting chat ('it's alright, honey, he's not good enough for you anyway') while Jake sits awkwardly in the corner. He's just as much of a coward, but he has his own way of doing things that make him seem a lot braver and bolder.
Naturally, Maia can also see ghosts (though again he has no idea), but he's never taken much of an interest in Margaret. The 'shoddy girl with no fashion sense' comes across, to him, as a total wimp with no life (badum tch). He tries not to show it, but he's actually scared of the girl; the fact that she doesn't have a dæmon is extremely unsettling to him, and he prefers to stay away from her. Even if she is imaginary, there's just something about her...
Maia is a lot more supportive of team Tsuasa than Jake. He's always admired them, appreciating their aims and goals (to him, trying to change the world is noble and pure, and the means justifies the method). He's also rather a better engineer than Jake is; he uses his common sense, something his human counterpart appears to lack, and doesn't make stupid mistakes, though he's still far from any level of professionalism. He's quite delicate with his paws - something that comes in handy while painting his claws pretty colours.
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