Post by DaeSiggil on Jun 21, 2010 7:51:19 GMT -5
Character
[/u][/size][/center]Name:
Christopher Altman
(although most call him Chris)
Age:
35
Gender:
Male
Pokemorph:
Nope. Pure human
Appearance:
The first thing one could say about him is that he's lanky, big deal right? Well, he doesn't seem fit for his body at all, if he commands it to go forwards his whole body does of course, only his feet manage to not agree with him and go to the opposite direction, resulting him more often than not on the ground, making the papers he usually carries with him sprawl all over the floor. He can't control it and he doesn't want to change it, although his Daemon would want it. He is tall though, easily a 6 foot 5 and a good but dangerous 155.42 lb, if he were to become lighter he would be underweight, already flirting with it. It makes him rather cute, although he doesn't like to hear the word cute applied to him, he just scowls and goes to sulk somewhere.
His feet even would stumble across a flat surface if he doesn't put his thoughts into walking normal, which isn't often. He has this far away look more than once and as a result he's often snapped out of it as he falls, leaving him to brush of his clothes and try to focus his attention on the ground, yet to soon lose it again and let it happen again. He is also found often being pulled back by his Daemon away from cliffs, ravines and the like. He just blinks and then shrugs, continuing like nothing had happened.
His shoulders are thin, but carry strong muscles as he often carries heavy-loaded backpacks on his back. He doesn't really enjoy the feeling of them, but if he has to continue with his work then he has to bite his lips and continue with it. His waist is even thinner if it could be possible and looking slightly up they can see the faint outline of his ribs, the same could be said just underneath his neck, collarbones easily visible, if they aren't hidden by his clothes that is. It all hides the strength in this tender looking male though, he could easily bruise someone if he grabbed them by the arm.
He has dark hair that falls over his shoulders to mid-back. He looks more like a girl this way, but no one ever protested so he keeps it like that. He doesn't mind that they call him a girl wrongly, they soon would discover the truth anyway by the lack and presence of certain organs. Continuing on his hair, it is mostly pulled back in a ponytail, held there by a dark grey colored string made out of leather. He only does that with his hair because otherwise it would lead a live of its own, standing on edge at the least contact with humidity and then it just looks that he really, really ought to know the meaning of an hairbrush. The pen that is often found behind his hair helps as well by keeping it back and in control, it always seem to jump back when it is removed, only to be pushed back again as he pushes the pen back.
His eyes are a clear blue color and more often than not other people found themselves lost in them, the only thing that betrays the gentle soul inside, no matter what he pretends to be. His iris is a light blue starting at the pupil, then slightly darken, the most shocking would be the dark circle around said pupils and the slightly lighter veins than the dark blue traveling through. It isn't exact common, but it isn't rare either to see it. His eye color can change though depending on how he feels, a light grey in anger and a near emerald green, although the green is nearly never seen. He has bad sight though, although it isn't that bad yet, small glasses could be found perched on his nose. His whimpers are too long for a male and if his eyes are closed they rest comfortable against his cheeks, if they're not held back by the glasses as they once more are pushed too far in a nervous reflex.
His features are soft in the sense that he often laughs and small wrinkles are already formed to speak of it. If he doesn't laugh his features are rather strict and serious. Yet as said previously, his eyes always betray him. His nose is thin and straight, his lips are quite plump and could be called perfectly kiss-able although if one dares to do so a red blush would cover the pale skin of his cheeks. Continuing further on that, pale skin covers the whole of his body and nothing destroys it; no scars, marks or anything, although only his veins show through faintly. It also added to his reputation of being a girl, he just keeps laughing at it really. They almost never notice the slight shade of a beginning beard on his chin and jaw. His skin doesn't burn easily, but he neither lets it tan by pulling of his heavier clothes when outside.
His fingers are thin and well formed, the shifting bones if he's working visible with ease. Although they still look, along with his feet, too large for his body. He dresses mostly in a lab-coat, his most preferred attire. The coat itself is getting a bit lose on the underside, no surprise there, for how long has he had it? It has a pocket on chest height and two at waist height, a notebook and different pens stuffed into it, just like other trinkets he has gathered in the years and/or thinks he has a need for. He carries for the rest heavy kind of boots and black pants, made of a sturdy material that has to protect him from anything that may come his way. Although his Daemon helps with that as well, although it doesn't protect him from thorns and the like.
His voice is as smooth as silk and flows easily around the perfectly formed words if he was normal, although his mind can't keep up as they constantly think about other things than social contact. So he tends to stumble over his own words quite often. It adds as well to the cute factor and make some people want to have pity on him, well he doesn't need it. If he has control over his own voice he can make it so that mothers want to pull their daughter back from this smooth-talker, not wanting them to break their heart if he brushes them away like they're nothing.
Personality:
His personality is easier to describe than his appearance, the first thing that comes to one's mind at meeting is 'shy, sweet and a bit lost looking' and he does often appear like that. He loves nothing more to research stuff, especially Pokémon but often loses other things out of his eye, like food and the like. He finds it often amusing though that they mistake him for a girl, then confuse them further by speaking with his normal voice, or if he wants to tease them further, with a higher-pitched one. He always shakes his head, laughing lightly as they apology, assuring that it is nothing and that he doesn't mind that they had thought so.
He knows of himself that he looks like one, but he isn't the macho type really. He is more of a 'nerd' rather sits with his noise in the books or poke underneath bushes to find a Pokémon. He has one to protect him, but he views it more like a friend and detests if it ever fights for him. He heals Pokémon here and there too, although first trying to ask permission, if he can't. Well, then he tries to find another way to make it understand that he only wants to help it. He's truly a kind soul that can't stand to hurt anything. He rather wants to be badly wounded than thinking about hurting another's hair.
He also never holds his emotions back, so it's quite easily to see what hurts him and what not. They use it often, either to tease or to really hurt him. He isn't one to hide his thoughts, but it can't be denied that he is smart, he pushes his glasses up his nose as he found something, or whenever really. It started as a small thing, but now it has become a habit that is hard to break. He also plays often with a pen that he has stuffed somewhere, only to complain a few seconds after that he has lost it. His Daemon is used to it and has patience over it and often points him in the correct direction for it, earning herself a distracted smile as he scribbles away on the notebook.
He doesn't mind to get dirty, although if his clothes become that he can whine about it. His daemon just points out that he has to roll less in mud, then his clothes would be much more proper. He just scowls slightly and ignore her, ducking back into the mud to research something that he (most likely) has found in there. He can contradict himself though, but that isn't often and he will explain better on what he means a few seconds later. He likes confusing people, but on the thing he loves he wants to be clear.
He often scratches himself with the pen, when he has found it and not writing. Of course it means that he is found with ink-stains often as well. He washes them off, never smears his 'precious' coat with it. He has a lesser known habit of eating his hair when he's sure that he's alone, eyes drooping shut as he's about to fall asleep.
If more than anything he tries to avoid his mother, the overbearing woman tends to be annoying after a while. He wants to do things alone, but she still seems to think that he's five and unable to do most things. She's worried and he appreciates it, just wants her overprotective nature a bit less. He will sometimes do things that isn't befitting an adult, but he could care less, after all mothers do need a hug from time to time. Especially if they need the contact.
History:
The woman dated, fell in love, married and got pregnant. Her husband was a researcher, though at the day of birth he disappeared from the earth-bottom, faint rumors going that he was taken away by a creature. The woman had to place her child alone in this world, not wanting to pay for a doctor, after all. She maybe needed the money later on for far more important things. She found that it was a healthy boy and a smile broke out on her face "Your name will be Christopher." She spoke, voice soft as she gazed in the baby blue eyes, the baby gurgled happily at her and she chuckled softly, stroking the soft hairs on the tiny head. She then cleaned it and dressed it, placing it on her breast to feed it.
The child grew and five years later it was still a healthy, slight chubby child who was happy all the time, never questioning why he only had her while the other families had two 'mama's' caring for them. He never knew a father or what it was called so that's maybe the reason why he's slightly more femine than other boys that grew up with two loving parents. Not to say that his mother was abusive or anything, she was always distracted and seemed to be in another world. Neighbors whispered that she wasn't fit to care for her child, but not ever they planned to take him away from her. She sometimes spoke about his father and he would frown
"Why isn't he here, mama?" The child would question, his only answer was the sound of a smack and his head thrown to the side, his cheek dully throbbing "Don't ask me that again, Christopher!" She had thrown out "Go to your room!" He wanted to protest, but the tears in his mother's eyes stopped him "Now!" He bowed his head then, ashamed that he made her cry "Yes, mama." He replied, he was nine then.
He walked to his room and he heard her cry, he wanted to go back to her, but she wouldn't accept the comfort that he wanted to offer her. The small daemon next to him chirped in a confused way and he smiled at it "It's nothing." He spoke "Thinking about him makes her sad." It looked doubting but didn't offer anything to say. The woman's daemon, a Skitty looked at them, hissing softly. He didn't like it that they made his other part cry, not at all. Chris couldn't do anything at all though about his mother crying, although he wished to, always wished to.
He was nearly asleep when she came back into the room, tears still in her eyes who looked red. She seated herself next to him and stroked the hair out of his face tenderly "I'm sorry, baby." She whispered, voice tender once more and her other hand came up to wipe the tears out of her face once more. He sat upright in his bed and wrapped his thin arms around her neck, squeezing tightly in a hug "It's alright, mama." He spoke "It is my fault." He looked ready to cry himself "I made you cry." She shook her head softly and in turn wrapped her arms around his thin body, not speaking. The Skitty by her side hit the sleeping form of Chris's daemon.
He was twelve when she seemed to became worse, instead of yelling she became extremely clingy. She forbade him from becoming a trainer and knowing how to handle his mother he agreed to it. He couldn't hold himself long though, it started in the garden and he would search extremely long for something, anything. His mother always would yell out in panic, when he did come back she clung to him and ordered him not to worry her that much anymore. He agreed, the next week he would always come back when she called, but once it was over he would sink back in coming home to late. He preferred her almost violent behavior than this.
At the age of twenty he had finally gathered enough money to go to the school he wished to go. Where he could learn all he needed to know if he wanted to be a researcher. His mother wasn't happy at all by it and tried to keep him home, but with a firm grip on both of her wrists he looked at her "Let me go, mama." He spoke, voice strict yet tender at the same time "I can't always stay home." The woman looked ready to cry again and he pulled her into a hug, not minding that her hands fisted the cloth of his shirt, hurting him a bit "I promise to visit you as much as I can." He spoke, the Espeon at his side mewled loudly in agreement and the woman finally pulled back, wiping away her tears "You'd better." She whispered. He just smiled and placed a gently kiss on her forehead, having become bigger than her and left.
The next fifteen years seemed to come and pass in a rush. He grew out his hair as he worked out in the fields. Finally able to do what he wanted to do the most, following his late father's footsteps, although he didn't know that he did so. He knew what his father was like, his mother had finally told him, yet she obviously kept things back, those most likely hurting her too much. He as always didn't mind, he understood that, he didn't tell her everything as well.
Career:
Researcher
Christopher Altman
(although most call him Chris)
Age:
35
Gender:
Male
Pokemorph:
Nope. Pure human
Appearance:
The first thing one could say about him is that he's lanky, big deal right? Well, he doesn't seem fit for his body at all, if he commands it to go forwards his whole body does of course, only his feet manage to not agree with him and go to the opposite direction, resulting him more often than not on the ground, making the papers he usually carries with him sprawl all over the floor. He can't control it and he doesn't want to change it, although his Daemon would want it. He is tall though, easily a 6 foot 5 and a good but dangerous 155.42 lb, if he were to become lighter he would be underweight, already flirting with it. It makes him rather cute, although he doesn't like to hear the word cute applied to him, he just scowls and goes to sulk somewhere.
His feet even would stumble across a flat surface if he doesn't put his thoughts into walking normal, which isn't often. He has this far away look more than once and as a result he's often snapped out of it as he falls, leaving him to brush of his clothes and try to focus his attention on the ground, yet to soon lose it again and let it happen again. He is also found often being pulled back by his Daemon away from cliffs, ravines and the like. He just blinks and then shrugs, continuing like nothing had happened.
His shoulders are thin, but carry strong muscles as he often carries heavy-loaded backpacks on his back. He doesn't really enjoy the feeling of them, but if he has to continue with his work then he has to bite his lips and continue with it. His waist is even thinner if it could be possible and looking slightly up they can see the faint outline of his ribs, the same could be said just underneath his neck, collarbones easily visible, if they aren't hidden by his clothes that is. It all hides the strength in this tender looking male though, he could easily bruise someone if he grabbed them by the arm.
He has dark hair that falls over his shoulders to mid-back. He looks more like a girl this way, but no one ever protested so he keeps it like that. He doesn't mind that they call him a girl wrongly, they soon would discover the truth anyway by the lack and presence of certain organs. Continuing on his hair, it is mostly pulled back in a ponytail, held there by a dark grey colored string made out of leather. He only does that with his hair because otherwise it would lead a live of its own, standing on edge at the least contact with humidity and then it just looks that he really, really ought to know the meaning of an hairbrush. The pen that is often found behind his hair helps as well by keeping it back and in control, it always seem to jump back when it is removed, only to be pushed back again as he pushes the pen back.
His eyes are a clear blue color and more often than not other people found themselves lost in them, the only thing that betrays the gentle soul inside, no matter what he pretends to be. His iris is a light blue starting at the pupil, then slightly darken, the most shocking would be the dark circle around said pupils and the slightly lighter veins than the dark blue traveling through. It isn't exact common, but it isn't rare either to see it. His eye color can change though depending on how he feels, a light grey in anger and a near emerald green, although the green is nearly never seen. He has bad sight though, although it isn't that bad yet, small glasses could be found perched on his nose. His whimpers are too long for a male and if his eyes are closed they rest comfortable against his cheeks, if they're not held back by the glasses as they once more are pushed too far in a nervous reflex.
His features are soft in the sense that he often laughs and small wrinkles are already formed to speak of it. If he doesn't laugh his features are rather strict and serious. Yet as said previously, his eyes always betray him. His nose is thin and straight, his lips are quite plump and could be called perfectly kiss-able although if one dares to do so a red blush would cover the pale skin of his cheeks. Continuing further on that, pale skin covers the whole of his body and nothing destroys it; no scars, marks or anything, although only his veins show through faintly. It also added to his reputation of being a girl, he just keeps laughing at it really. They almost never notice the slight shade of a beginning beard on his chin and jaw. His skin doesn't burn easily, but he neither lets it tan by pulling of his heavier clothes when outside.
His fingers are thin and well formed, the shifting bones if he's working visible with ease. Although they still look, along with his feet, too large for his body. He dresses mostly in a lab-coat, his most preferred attire. The coat itself is getting a bit lose on the underside, no surprise there, for how long has he had it? It has a pocket on chest height and two at waist height, a notebook and different pens stuffed into it, just like other trinkets he has gathered in the years and/or thinks he has a need for. He carries for the rest heavy kind of boots and black pants, made of a sturdy material that has to protect him from anything that may come his way. Although his Daemon helps with that as well, although it doesn't protect him from thorns and the like.
His voice is as smooth as silk and flows easily around the perfectly formed words if he was normal, although his mind can't keep up as they constantly think about other things than social contact. So he tends to stumble over his own words quite often. It adds as well to the cute factor and make some people want to have pity on him, well he doesn't need it. If he has control over his own voice he can make it so that mothers want to pull their daughter back from this smooth-talker, not wanting them to break their heart if he brushes them away like they're nothing.
Personality:
His personality is easier to describe than his appearance, the first thing that comes to one's mind at meeting is 'shy, sweet and a bit lost looking' and he does often appear like that. He loves nothing more to research stuff, especially Pokémon but often loses other things out of his eye, like food and the like. He finds it often amusing though that they mistake him for a girl, then confuse them further by speaking with his normal voice, or if he wants to tease them further, with a higher-pitched one. He always shakes his head, laughing lightly as they apology, assuring that it is nothing and that he doesn't mind that they had thought so.
He knows of himself that he looks like one, but he isn't the macho type really. He is more of a 'nerd' rather sits with his noise in the books or poke underneath bushes to find a Pokémon. He has one to protect him, but he views it more like a friend and detests if it ever fights for him. He heals Pokémon here and there too, although first trying to ask permission, if he can't. Well, then he tries to find another way to make it understand that he only wants to help it. He's truly a kind soul that can't stand to hurt anything. He rather wants to be badly wounded than thinking about hurting another's hair.
He also never holds his emotions back, so it's quite easily to see what hurts him and what not. They use it often, either to tease or to really hurt him. He isn't one to hide his thoughts, but it can't be denied that he is smart, he pushes his glasses up his nose as he found something, or whenever really. It started as a small thing, but now it has become a habit that is hard to break. He also plays often with a pen that he has stuffed somewhere, only to complain a few seconds after that he has lost it. His Daemon is used to it and has patience over it and often points him in the correct direction for it, earning herself a distracted smile as he scribbles away on the notebook.
He doesn't mind to get dirty, although if his clothes become that he can whine about it. His daemon just points out that he has to roll less in mud, then his clothes would be much more proper. He just scowls slightly and ignore her, ducking back into the mud to research something that he (most likely) has found in there. He can contradict himself though, but that isn't often and he will explain better on what he means a few seconds later. He likes confusing people, but on the thing he loves he wants to be clear.
He often scratches himself with the pen, when he has found it and not writing. Of course it means that he is found with ink-stains often as well. He washes them off, never smears his 'precious' coat with it. He has a lesser known habit of eating his hair when he's sure that he's alone, eyes drooping shut as he's about to fall asleep.
If more than anything he tries to avoid his mother, the overbearing woman tends to be annoying after a while. He wants to do things alone, but she still seems to think that he's five and unable to do most things. She's worried and he appreciates it, just wants her overprotective nature a bit less. He will sometimes do things that isn't befitting an adult, but he could care less, after all mothers do need a hug from time to time. Especially if they need the contact.
History:
The woman dated, fell in love, married and got pregnant. Her husband was a researcher, though at the day of birth he disappeared from the earth-bottom, faint rumors going that he was taken away by a creature. The woman had to place her child alone in this world, not wanting to pay for a doctor, after all. She maybe needed the money later on for far more important things. She found that it was a healthy boy and a smile broke out on her face "Your name will be Christopher." She spoke, voice soft as she gazed in the baby blue eyes, the baby gurgled happily at her and she chuckled softly, stroking the soft hairs on the tiny head. She then cleaned it and dressed it, placing it on her breast to feed it.
The child grew and five years later it was still a healthy, slight chubby child who was happy all the time, never questioning why he only had her while the other families had two 'mama's' caring for them. He never knew a father or what it was called so that's maybe the reason why he's slightly more femine than other boys that grew up with two loving parents. Not to say that his mother was abusive or anything, she was always distracted and seemed to be in another world. Neighbors whispered that she wasn't fit to care for her child, but not ever they planned to take him away from her. She sometimes spoke about his father and he would frown
"Why isn't he here, mama?" The child would question, his only answer was the sound of a smack and his head thrown to the side, his cheek dully throbbing "Don't ask me that again, Christopher!" She had thrown out "Go to your room!" He wanted to protest, but the tears in his mother's eyes stopped him "Now!" He bowed his head then, ashamed that he made her cry "Yes, mama." He replied, he was nine then.
He walked to his room and he heard her cry, he wanted to go back to her, but she wouldn't accept the comfort that he wanted to offer her. The small daemon next to him chirped in a confused way and he smiled at it "It's nothing." He spoke "Thinking about him makes her sad." It looked doubting but didn't offer anything to say. The woman's daemon, a Skitty looked at them, hissing softly. He didn't like it that they made his other part cry, not at all. Chris couldn't do anything at all though about his mother crying, although he wished to, always wished to.
He was nearly asleep when she came back into the room, tears still in her eyes who looked red. She seated herself next to him and stroked the hair out of his face tenderly "I'm sorry, baby." She whispered, voice tender once more and her other hand came up to wipe the tears out of her face once more. He sat upright in his bed and wrapped his thin arms around her neck, squeezing tightly in a hug "It's alright, mama." He spoke "It is my fault." He looked ready to cry himself "I made you cry." She shook her head softly and in turn wrapped her arms around his thin body, not speaking. The Skitty by her side hit the sleeping form of Chris's daemon.
He was twelve when she seemed to became worse, instead of yelling she became extremely clingy. She forbade him from becoming a trainer and knowing how to handle his mother he agreed to it. He couldn't hold himself long though, it started in the garden and he would search extremely long for something, anything. His mother always would yell out in panic, when he did come back she clung to him and ordered him not to worry her that much anymore. He agreed, the next week he would always come back when she called, but once it was over he would sink back in coming home to late. He preferred her almost violent behavior than this.
At the age of twenty he had finally gathered enough money to go to the school he wished to go. Where he could learn all he needed to know if he wanted to be a researcher. His mother wasn't happy at all by it and tried to keep him home, but with a firm grip on both of her wrists he looked at her "Let me go, mama." He spoke, voice strict yet tender at the same time "I can't always stay home." The woman looked ready to cry again and he pulled her into a hug, not minding that her hands fisted the cloth of his shirt, hurting him a bit "I promise to visit you as much as I can." He spoke, the Espeon at his side mewled loudly in agreement and the woman finally pulled back, wiping away her tears "You'd better." She whispered. He just smiled and placed a gently kiss on her forehead, having become bigger than her and left.
The next fifteen years seemed to come and pass in a rush. He grew out his hair as he worked out in the fields. Finally able to do what he wanted to do the most, following his late father's footsteps, although he didn't know that he did so. He knew what his father was like, his mother had finally told him, yet she obviously kept things back, those most likely hurting her too much. He as always didn't mind, he understood that, he didn't tell her everything as well.
Career:
Researcher
The Daemon
[/u][/size]Name:
Layla
Form (If settled):
Espeon
Favourite Form/s (If not settled):
N/A
Appearance:
She is like all Espeons really, her fur is a tad darker though. Her tail is split farther than that of a normal, giving her truly the look that she has two tails instead of that of a forked tail. Her ears are large and puffs of hair seem to jump out, protecting said ears from filth that can enter it. Her eyes are a tad larger, giving her the cute factor that she otherwise wouldn't have because of the unmatching personality, as true Espeons white and dark blue although she can make them look more glaringly. The ruby on her head shines most of the time, using her powers to predict when her other is going to fall and trying to safe him from that fate.
Personality:
Her personality is easily described as impatient. She doesn't like waiting for long and often snaps at her own. She doesn't search to hurt him though, just wants him to trip less, when alone she's one of the sweetest things you can find around here, only not when someone is around. She after all has to keep up appearances and from nature she's very protective of her other half. If no one sees it and he gets hurt she is agitated and runs around, clueless on what to do for a moment before mewling loudly for help. For that to work she makes sure that Chris doesn't walk off to far from civilized areas.[/center]