Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 16:56:46 GMT -5
Name: Shirley Cheshire
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Jamie Ballad
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Pokemorph?: No
Appearance: Shirley is a sickly-looking lad, his skin unnaturally pale and his hair brittle and scraggily. It is primarily brown in colour yet there are several sections of his hair that are clearly losing colour, with some parts grey or even closer to white then anything else. He attempts to stand tall and straight, but often ends up slouching, bending over and coughing, even sometimes having to lean on walls for support. Signs of sleep deprivation are clear and noticeable, such as dark circles around his eyes. His hair has been left to grow long, untidy and scruffy, and his eyes are green in colour. The only thing relatively healthy about his appearance is his height, which is 5'8" and about average for his age- though somewhat above what is healthy for his weight.
In terms of clothing, Shirley wears as much cover as is practical. Thick trousers, usually jeans, with thick long socks and heavy boots. He wears plain long-sleeved tops always under a hoodie of some kind, the hood kept up at all times, and even a coat over that, eyes covered by a pair of large aviator-style sunglasses and a pair of thick grey gloves over his hands. He keeps a backpack on him at all times, which contains everything he deemed necessary to take or bought since leaving his home. To say he looks suspicious is an understatement.
Personality: Shirley isn't the most socialable type, far from it. He doesn't really 'get' other people all that well at all, often coming off as hostile and sometimes even openly insulting people just to get them away from him. He's irritable, always moody and generally not really the kind of guy that anyone would want to hang around with at all- at least partially because he wants it that way.
He doesn't want people to get close to him and try to help him. He hates it when people try to help him, despises it entirely, as it makes him seem and feel weak. He's fed up of being weak, he wants to be strong and would do almost anything to achieve that goal. He forces himself through things he doesn't need to go through because he doesn't want to take the easy way through things, as that would make him weak. In reality a lot of his attempts to be stronger only make things harder for himself, but he either doesn't realize that or simply doesn't care.
Truly, Shirley isn't a bad person. He doesn't hurt other people and wouldn't abuse Pokemon, seeing the people who do that as being weak themselves. He sometimes even goes out of his way to help people or Pokemon that are in distress, either when he's very angry or in a good mood. If he's angry he does it because it makes for a good vent and helps him to calm down, if he's in a good mood he does it because... Well, he's in a good mood.
A lot of people would say he pushes himself and his Pokemon too far with constant training, though he either denies this or outright ignores the claims entirely. He's not so stupid he would push his Pokemon, his allies, to the point where it would hurt them- it's entirely counter-productive. If he thinks they're truly in danger or that they really must stop he has them stop, simple as. He's not so kind on himself though, there being times where he has driven himself to the point where his body give way before he was satisfied with himself.
History: Shirley is, and has always been, a sickly boy. It was a surprise that he even survived past the early stages of his infancy, his body so unnaturally weak that it was very likely that he was going to die. If he had been born a decade or two earlier he would've never have made it, the wonders of modern medicine being the only thing that kept him clinging on for dear life.
He spent most of his very young years in hospital because of his state, constant check-ups needed to ensure his safety. Over time things got slowly better untill it was decided that he could finally move into his family's home permanently at age five, along with his parents and older sister. Even then he still needed extra care, but he was lucky enough to be born into a rather wealthy family that could afford it for him.
Growing up, he was never allowed to be independent. People always took care of everything for him, worrying about him over the slightest of scratche- Everyone he knew was overly protective of him. His parents paid for teachers to come to him, so he never went to school, and he was never allowed to go out and hang around with people his own age. He had his older sister, who was herself completely protective of him, and a few pet Pokemon for company, and that was it.
It was all because he was weak, Shirley believed. If he wasn't so weak he would be happy, people would treat him properly instead of how they constantly worried over everything. He could go out and have friends, go on a Pokemon journey, be free and enjoy everything! But he couldn't. Because he was weak. Time passed and he slowly became more and more irritable, more moody, in the hopes that it would push people away from treating him like they did. They didn't, of course, but he persisted nevertheless.
Then one day he heard about the Decona Region, about Pokemorphs. A spark lit in his head. Maybe if he became a Pokemorph he would be stronger. Maybe he wouldn't be seen as so weak, maybe he could be allowed to do what he wanted for once. He approached his parents with the idea and they considered it, taking him to a qualified Doctor on the subject. His idea was shot down. Too risky, they said, it was all too experimental. It could very well do more harm then good, and that was the end of that as far as his parents were concerned.
But not for Shirley. It was still in his head that it was his one chance, and he wasn't going to let a little risk get between him and what he wanted. He started planning, collecting money and doing research in order to escape. In a few months he was ready, and he ran away to the Decona region. He even adopted a new name for himself, 'Jamie Ballad'.
His plan was simple; Earn enough money through the Pokemon League to pay for himself. He knew it would be harder in practice... But if it wasn't he wouldn't be worth it, would he?
RP Sample:
"Fuck!" Shirley cried out as he felt a sharp pain in his chest, forcing him to stop running and lean on a nearby tree. He panted heavily, legs trembling and sweating profusely. Running was never his strong suit. Hell, who was he kidding? Any kind of physical exercise was never his 'strong suit', he would've usually collapsed by now but-
He heard a sound in the distance. A call. Worried. His name? Sounded like it... "Shit." The teenager muttered to himself before spitting on the ground, a sizable amount of phlegm coming from his mouth. Shirley groaned. He had hoped that it would take them longer to realize he was gone, at least ten minutes or something. Barely three had passed. He had underestimated how obsessive they were.
With a grunt of pain he pushed himself off the tree and kept moving, what felt like all his muscles aching at once. Screaming for him to stop. But he couldn't. Had to keep going. Pain didn't matter. He kept stumbling now and again, a few seconds spent catching his breath against whatever he could lean on. He kept going all night long, until his body finally couldn't take it anymore and he collapsed.
He would've punched the ground in frustration if he had the energy to do so. Instead he crawled up to a rock and put his back to it, pulling off his backpack in the process and putting it beside him. It was lucky the town right near a forest, really, else he'd be easily caught. His chances were much better when he was surrounded by trees to hide himself, he reckoned they might've even headed the wrong way given that he hadn't picked up any sign of anyone nearby for a while.
Shirley pulled out a map and examined it, breathing heavily as he did. If he had gone the right way he would end up in the next town along after a few hours of walking. He'd pass right through it on foot, thinking that his parents would've called the police on him and they would check all the busses. He'd keep going till he came to the next town after that, which'd take a day, and then he'd take a bus to his next destination. If all went to plan, within a month he'd be in the Decona Region.
For now, he was no longer Shirley Cheshire. He was Jamie Ballad.
Jamie smirked at that thought.
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Jamie Ballad
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Pokemorph?: No
Appearance: Shirley is a sickly-looking lad, his skin unnaturally pale and his hair brittle and scraggily. It is primarily brown in colour yet there are several sections of his hair that are clearly losing colour, with some parts grey or even closer to white then anything else. He attempts to stand tall and straight, but often ends up slouching, bending over and coughing, even sometimes having to lean on walls for support. Signs of sleep deprivation are clear and noticeable, such as dark circles around his eyes. His hair has been left to grow long, untidy and scruffy, and his eyes are green in colour. The only thing relatively healthy about his appearance is his height, which is 5'8" and about average for his age- though somewhat above what is healthy for his weight.
In terms of clothing, Shirley wears as much cover as is practical. Thick trousers, usually jeans, with thick long socks and heavy boots. He wears plain long-sleeved tops always under a hoodie of some kind, the hood kept up at all times, and even a coat over that, eyes covered by a pair of large aviator-style sunglasses and a pair of thick grey gloves over his hands. He keeps a backpack on him at all times, which contains everything he deemed necessary to take or bought since leaving his home. To say he looks suspicious is an understatement.
Personality: Shirley isn't the most socialable type, far from it. He doesn't really 'get' other people all that well at all, often coming off as hostile and sometimes even openly insulting people just to get them away from him. He's irritable, always moody and generally not really the kind of guy that anyone would want to hang around with at all- at least partially because he wants it that way.
He doesn't want people to get close to him and try to help him. He hates it when people try to help him, despises it entirely, as it makes him seem and feel weak. He's fed up of being weak, he wants to be strong and would do almost anything to achieve that goal. He forces himself through things he doesn't need to go through because he doesn't want to take the easy way through things, as that would make him weak. In reality a lot of his attempts to be stronger only make things harder for himself, but he either doesn't realize that or simply doesn't care.
Truly, Shirley isn't a bad person. He doesn't hurt other people and wouldn't abuse Pokemon, seeing the people who do that as being weak themselves. He sometimes even goes out of his way to help people or Pokemon that are in distress, either when he's very angry or in a good mood. If he's angry he does it because it makes for a good vent and helps him to calm down, if he's in a good mood he does it because... Well, he's in a good mood.
A lot of people would say he pushes himself and his Pokemon too far with constant training, though he either denies this or outright ignores the claims entirely. He's not so stupid he would push his Pokemon, his allies, to the point where it would hurt them- it's entirely counter-productive. If he thinks they're truly in danger or that they really must stop he has them stop, simple as. He's not so kind on himself though, there being times where he has driven himself to the point where his body give way before he was satisfied with himself.
History: Shirley is, and has always been, a sickly boy. It was a surprise that he even survived past the early stages of his infancy, his body so unnaturally weak that it was very likely that he was going to die. If he had been born a decade or two earlier he would've never have made it, the wonders of modern medicine being the only thing that kept him clinging on for dear life.
He spent most of his very young years in hospital because of his state, constant check-ups needed to ensure his safety. Over time things got slowly better untill it was decided that he could finally move into his family's home permanently at age five, along with his parents and older sister. Even then he still needed extra care, but he was lucky enough to be born into a rather wealthy family that could afford it for him.
Growing up, he was never allowed to be independent. People always took care of everything for him, worrying about him over the slightest of scratche- Everyone he knew was overly protective of him. His parents paid for teachers to come to him, so he never went to school, and he was never allowed to go out and hang around with people his own age. He had his older sister, who was herself completely protective of him, and a few pet Pokemon for company, and that was it.
It was all because he was weak, Shirley believed. If he wasn't so weak he would be happy, people would treat him properly instead of how they constantly worried over everything. He could go out and have friends, go on a Pokemon journey, be free and enjoy everything! But he couldn't. Because he was weak. Time passed and he slowly became more and more irritable, more moody, in the hopes that it would push people away from treating him like they did. They didn't, of course, but he persisted nevertheless.
Then one day he heard about the Decona Region, about Pokemorphs. A spark lit in his head. Maybe if he became a Pokemorph he would be stronger. Maybe he wouldn't be seen as so weak, maybe he could be allowed to do what he wanted for once. He approached his parents with the idea and they considered it, taking him to a qualified Doctor on the subject. His idea was shot down. Too risky, they said, it was all too experimental. It could very well do more harm then good, and that was the end of that as far as his parents were concerned.
But not for Shirley. It was still in his head that it was his one chance, and he wasn't going to let a little risk get between him and what he wanted. He started planning, collecting money and doing research in order to escape. In a few months he was ready, and he ran away to the Decona region. He even adopted a new name for himself, 'Jamie Ballad'.
His plan was simple; Earn enough money through the Pokemon League to pay for himself. He knew it would be harder in practice... But if it wasn't he wouldn't be worth it, would he?
RP Sample:
"Fuck!" Shirley cried out as he felt a sharp pain in his chest, forcing him to stop running and lean on a nearby tree. He panted heavily, legs trembling and sweating profusely. Running was never his strong suit. Hell, who was he kidding? Any kind of physical exercise was never his 'strong suit', he would've usually collapsed by now but-
He heard a sound in the distance. A call. Worried. His name? Sounded like it... "Shit." The teenager muttered to himself before spitting on the ground, a sizable amount of phlegm coming from his mouth. Shirley groaned. He had hoped that it would take them longer to realize he was gone, at least ten minutes or something. Barely three had passed. He had underestimated how obsessive they were.
With a grunt of pain he pushed himself off the tree and kept moving, what felt like all his muscles aching at once. Screaming for him to stop. But he couldn't. Had to keep going. Pain didn't matter. He kept stumbling now and again, a few seconds spent catching his breath against whatever he could lean on. He kept going all night long, until his body finally couldn't take it anymore and he collapsed.
He would've punched the ground in frustration if he had the energy to do so. Instead he crawled up to a rock and put his back to it, pulling off his backpack in the process and putting it beside him. It was lucky the town right near a forest, really, else he'd be easily caught. His chances were much better when he was surrounded by trees to hide himself, he reckoned they might've even headed the wrong way given that he hadn't picked up any sign of anyone nearby for a while.
Shirley pulled out a map and examined it, breathing heavily as he did. If he had gone the right way he would end up in the next town along after a few hours of walking. He'd pass right through it on foot, thinking that his parents would've called the police on him and they would check all the busses. He'd keep going till he came to the next town after that, which'd take a day, and then he'd take a bus to his next destination. If all went to plan, within a month he'd be in the Decona Region.
For now, he was no longer Shirley Cheshire. He was Jamie Ballad.
Jamie smirked at that thought.