Post by kitteh on Jun 18, 2007 21:25:56 GMT -6
Character's Name: Demitri//Call him Demmi
Gender: Male
Age: Just about 14
Description: His eyes are simply a purple color which complement greatly his jet black hair. It isn't dark brown like most black hair, but it is a true black that it makes you think that it's dyed. His purple eyes sometimes fade a bit into a purple with a white hint to it, making it a lighter shade. He changes each day so it is always different. But what he usually wears is simply a pair of dark jeans and a blue T-shirt. But you never really see the shirt seeing as it is almost always covered with a hoodie. The hoodie could be short-sleeved, long-sleeved, thick, or thin. It all depends on the weather. Other than that he has a blue backpack with white pockets on it. Around his waist is a light brown belt, usually covered by the hoodie, that has pockets for various items he may aquire and there are also six blank spots made for pokeballs.
Personality: He may not talk much at first. He's mysterious and reclusive and often tries to aviod people. He prefers pokemon over people seeing as they're more understanding. It's not that he's antisocial it's just that he often runs into people who just plain out annoy him. By being more reclusive he can decide if he likes you or not and then if he decides that you're alright then he'll talk more and be more open. To a good friend he is extremely loyal and to his pokemon? They are the world to him.
History: He can't really remember anything from before he was nine, so that leaves five years. And in those five years? He lived on his own in an abandoned town at first. Then as he was starving and about to die, a mere pikachu saved him. It helped him to the nearest town where he then grew up. He was adopted into a family quite quickly, having been pitied upon by so many families. He never saw that pikachu again and hadn't had the energy to thank it at the time. Now? It was finally the day for him to recieve a pokemon.
Other: He gets his /anti-social-ness/ from not knowing anything of his past. The pain of not knowing what your past held leaves you a bit...reclusive.
Gender: Male
Age: Just about 14
Description: His eyes are simply a purple color which complement greatly his jet black hair. It isn't dark brown like most black hair, but it is a true black that it makes you think that it's dyed. His purple eyes sometimes fade a bit into a purple with a white hint to it, making it a lighter shade. He changes each day so it is always different. But what he usually wears is simply a pair of dark jeans and a blue T-shirt. But you never really see the shirt seeing as it is almost always covered with a hoodie. The hoodie could be short-sleeved, long-sleeved, thick, or thin. It all depends on the weather. Other than that he has a blue backpack with white pockets on it. Around his waist is a light brown belt, usually covered by the hoodie, that has pockets for various items he may aquire and there are also six blank spots made for pokeballs.
Personality: He may not talk much at first. He's mysterious and reclusive and often tries to aviod people. He prefers pokemon over people seeing as they're more understanding. It's not that he's antisocial it's just that he often runs into people who just plain out annoy him. By being more reclusive he can decide if he likes you or not and then if he decides that you're alright then he'll talk more and be more open. To a good friend he is extremely loyal and to his pokemon? They are the world to him.
History: He can't really remember anything from before he was nine, so that leaves five years. And in those five years? He lived on his own in an abandoned town at first. Then as he was starving and about to die, a mere pikachu saved him. It helped him to the nearest town where he then grew up. He was adopted into a family quite quickly, having been pitied upon by so many families. He never saw that pikachu again and hadn't had the energy to thank it at the time. Now? It was finally the day for him to recieve a pokemon.
Other: He gets his /anti-social-ness/ from not knowing anything of his past. The pain of not knowing what your past held leaves you a bit...reclusive.
