Post by THEO BARLOW on Sept 10, 2011 6:45:51 GMT -5
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AGE: Twenty two
GENDER: Male
CLASS:Researcher
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
ELEMENT PREFERENCE: Ground
HOMETOWN: Goldenrod City, Johto[/style]
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PERSONAL LIKES:
PERSONAL DISLIKES:
HISTORY:
Theo’s parents weren’t the most obvious lovers to have graced the town of Goldenrod. His mother was a young, lively coordinator that found pleasure in dressing up herself and her pokemon. She wasn’t the most skilled coordinator – while she was great at beautifying her pokemon, she was less than average when it came to battling. His father, though, was a much older, stuffier man. He spent the majority of his time in his lab, consumed with work. So when their friends found out they had been spending time with one another – and they were expecting, it was more than a shock. The two integrated into each other’s lives easily, though, and when Theo was born his mother was happy to have something else to dress up. But, she was so young and self-involved that she never saw the little boy as much more than that. Her parents worried that she was too young to really grasp everything that came with parenthood but with a much older and, presumably, much wiser spouse they felt she could learn. Unfortunately, Theo’s father was absent in his life, except in passing. He saw the little nosy boy as a nuisance and spent even more of his time at the lab than he had before.
So that left the boy in the hands of an inexperienced and unusual woman. Throughout his youth she enjoyed dressing Theo in a variety of outfits - which, in private, included girl’s clothes. But she could only entertain herself with dress up for so long before she longed to compete and enjoy social events again and so the boy was left to take care of himself. Not every day, sometimes his father would make him meals and if his mother was home she would bathe him, but most of the time he was left to his own devices.
As the boy neared adulthood his father approached him about becoming an aid in his lab. Theo wasn’t sure what motivation his father had but he agreed. Theo’s interest in research and lab work surprised everyone and, at first, pleased his father. However, the boy’s personality never melded well with his father’s and they spent a lot of time bickering over one thing or another. It quickly became a habit of his father’s to send the boy on field work to keep him out of his hair (and, as well, to keep him away from the much older female aid Theo had taken an interest in). His father credits himself with guiding Theo to becoming an independent researcher – but he made that decision on his own, having grown tired of playing his father’s game.[/style]
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TOCK ︱ GROUND/DRAGON ︱ VIBRAVA ︱ MALE
The first and only present Theo received from his father, Tock was given to him so he would learn to be more responsible. Unfortunately, Tock’s mischievous nature only encouraged an already rambunctious boy. Tock is truly an impish thing - forever getting in to trouble, either by destroying things or by stealing them.
RANNA ︱ STEEL ︱ MAWILE ︱ FEMALE
Ranna is Theo’s number one gal in every way. She’s clingy and, when in the presence of another female, extraordinarily jealous. Whether coincidental or intentional, she mirrors Theo’s personality and whims. When he’s tired, she’s tired; when he’s hungry, she’s hungry; and when he’s lazing about, she’s lazing about. Theo spoils her and as a result she’s unbearably demanding.
SHOR ︱GROUND/ROCK ︱RHYHORN ︱ MALE
The most peaceful and cooperative pokemon with Theo, Shor is very friendly and quick to take to new companions. He isn’t the brightest and this can lead to some very inconvenient situations, but it is also what brought him and Theo together. The two met while Theo was studying a small herd of Rhyhorns. Most of the herd ignored Theo, with the occasional aggressive charge when he got too close, but Shor (the youngest of the herd) sauntered right up and greeted him with a heavy snort.
IPSI ︱ROCK/GROUND ︱LARVITAR ︱ MALE
Theo came across Ipsi during a short stay with a breeder. The breeder found Ipsi in her fields one day, alone and dirty. He didn’t fuss when she picked him up or when she brought him inside – he didn’t do much of anything ever. So she took him in and when Theo came around she suggested he take the young Larvitar. Ipsi has always been a shy, skittish thing. He isn’t very interested in others and prefers to be on his own. Despite Theo’s efforts, the last two years haven’t brought the two much closer; though it has, at least, instilled some sort of trust that has Ipsi hiding behind Theo when faced with strangers. Or maybe he’s just using Theo as a shield.
PC:
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FACE CLAIM: Ao no exorcist, Shima Renzou.
SAMPLE POST:
It wasn’t Avery’s favorite thing, bringing his son to see that oh so loving mother of his but he couldn’t stop himself from wanting the best for the little boy. It was his own after all. And wasn’t that the natural instinct for parents? Well, maybe not all parents –like Avery’s father and Zelda. But for Avery, it was a natural thing to push himself aside and focus all his efforts on giving the best to his son. He had that parental instinct and intended on following it without hesitation. He had to admit, though, that he wasn’t the best father. He let his son get away with far too many things and wasn’t ever eager to take a disciplinary tone with him. It was a learning process; Avery didn’t have role model for his own parenting seeing as his father taught him lessons through beatings and such and his mother kept to herself amidst all the ruckus until she passed away. Of course, it’d be easier if Zelda was in this with him. Even if she didn’t want to be with him, she could be a mother. He didn’t doubt she had it in her. The problem was him and he knew it. Maybe if he’d passed away instead of cheating she’d be loving this child like there was no tomorrow. It was too late now, though.
It was a shame that this whole predicament left the two of them so fickle towards each other. It would have been nice if his apology had won her heart over –not that he could say he wouldn’t be the same if the tables had been turned. It just... really would have been nice to be a family. He watched the boy hop from one side of a crack to the other –being extra careful not to touch it. Apparently one of his cousins had told him that if he stepped on the cracks they’d get bigger and bigger until eventually people would start falling in. Avery had made the mistake of laughing the first time his son told him and the little brat shut himself up in his room for the rest of the night. The next day the drama subsided and he came out for breakfast like nothing had ever happened –but he still refused to step on the cracks. Somewhere, swimming in the depths of his already established worries, he was concerned with his son’s benevolent tendencies. It wasn’t all too often that someone could have a compassionate soul and support the views of the Axis powers. That’d be a quite backwards, in fact.
Grow up. That’s what everyone was supposed to do as they entered adulthood but in his opinion not many of the people bossing around were very “grown up”. Hell.. He was surrounded by cold, tedious people who didn’t want to grow up and take responsibility for their own actions. It was exhausting. ”Avery,” he started as his son decidedly swung open the door to his mother’s flat. Avery didn’t like the idea of calling his son Ichabod so he stuck to Avery, or Avery junior. The man had nothing against the name Ichabod; what he hated was the reasoning behind the name. If Zelda had been any other woman he would have a hard time believing that she named her child for her own misery but this woman couldn’t get over herself for any reason, not even her own child. And it showed in every word that spat out of her vile mouth. Putting up with her constant whining was grinding his nerves to nothing and he fought himself every time he visited. Things would be so much easier if he didn’t care. If he assumed the same role his father had, or even if he just put this woman in her place. Unfortunately he didn’t want to show his son that. He wanted better for his boy and it was that simple.
The boy disregarded his father’s beckoning. Could anyone blame him? It had been a long time since he last saw his momma and he loved her. Why? Oh how Avery wished he knew. After years of bickering it was all he could do not to beat the woman in to her sense. He likened her to a race horse; great for what they were intended for (racing and breeding), but not much else. What was worse, every time he visited she gave him new ways to relate her to a horse. Oh Merlin, he could hear her nagging from outside. No doubt she was complaining about her son’s abrupt entrance, probably throwing a fit about them dropping in unexpected. Hell if he’d actually tell her when they were going to be stopping by, she’d never be home. He knew her too well to make a dim-witted mistake like that. For a second he thought about not going in, just letting his son run around inside until he got tired of hearing hateful things and wanted to go home. Avery couldn’t do that to his son. Facing that beast alone was a job too big for a calloused grown man, far more so for a child with feelings. Sighing, he sucked it up and followed his son in to the beast’s lair.
Avery paused just inside the door, looking at the flat as if it had changed. It would have been a little more interesting if it had, but no luck there. Perhaps that’s where their problem had been? Zelda couldn’t keep things interesting for him. He smirked at the thought, and of course it happened that Zelda was slugging her way around the corner just in time to catch the haughty smile that had parted his lips. The sight of her shuffling against the weight of his son only made his smile that much bigger. How sweet. They were bonding. If only he could call it that. She wouldn’t bond with Avery junior if her life depended on it. She was just that weak. That’s right. Weak. A frail little girl that was so stuck on herself that she couldn’t see the beauty in what she’d been given –that was Avery’s opinion of Zelda. She didn’t deserve her child’s love.[/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
