Post by grimm on Jan 6, 2014 15:08:03 GMT -5
Name: Edward Ernest Enderman
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): "Ed" or "Ender" for close friends, and "Eddie" for his mom. Only his mom.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Pokemorph?: Nope!
Appearance:
{WIP}
Personality:
{WIP}
History:
Edward was born in the bustling city of Canalave in Sinnoh Region nineteen years ago to a retired coordinator (his father) and an embittered, doomed-to-lose trainer who had decided that the League was stupid anyway (his mother,) and as far as he had known growing up, pokemons made up about eighty percent of the world around him, and his family the other twenty percent.
He was not the first or last child in the Enderman family, by any means. Edward was actually the third of a brood of seven children, all with different looks and different personalities...and even now, Edward was amazed he had not gone mad in that house of nine people, not counting the various pokemons that populated its cellar or basement. His eldest sister, Josephine, was a first-class bully who had a big issue with being told what to do, and always stood in conflict with his mother...while his littlest sister, sweet little Annie, was constantly teased about one thing or another so much that her scream-crying would forever echo in Edward's ears. His older brother, Stanley, escaped from the house at age fourteen to embark on his grand ole Pokemon Training Journey and as far as Edward can remember of him, he envied the coward. Below him were his three other siblings, a pair of twin who were born to suit sneasels, and another, quiet little sister who Edward always thought was secretly practicing rites to summon Giratina in the abandoned park near their house.
Needless to say, Edward had to find somewhere to hide from the storm of chaos and monstrosity his family unfortunately embodied. As such, for most of his childhood, the dark-haired boy had found one excuse after another to hide in the Canalave Library, entertaining himself with books and pictures of regions he could only dream of visiting, of pokemons so rare and obscure he was sure he would have to live lifetimes before he could see one for himself. The library helpers took pity on Edward--it also helped that he was very quiet and nicely-behaved--and provided him with conversations when he asked for it, and it was there that Edward made his first human contact outside of the Enderman clan.
If Edward had had his way, his world would only be the simple bookshelves of the library, permeated by the scent of paper, new and old, and the quiet turning of pages and the low, hypnotic murmur of conversations he could not quite catch. But real life, as always, intruded where it was least invited, and Edward still had to go to school.
Herman Enderman, Edward's father, was a gentle man with a strong belief in proper education, and as Edward was closest to him in all of his family, he came to primary school well-equipped in both the basics of reading, math and pokemon knowledge. And these went a long way in setting him apart from the other children--and not in a good way. His first teacher liked her students at more or less the same level so she did not have to exert too much effort on the Special Snowflakes, which unfortunately included Edward. Her general air of disdain in regards of him (and a few others who came in to class with the same base of knowledge) was immediately picked up by the schoolyard bullies, and as Edward looked the juiciest victim in his proper attires and his shiny shoes and his boy shorts, he was The Target.
The first week of primary school ended up with Edward stumbling home, his nose bleeding and his knees all torn up from having been kicked around on tough gravels. Josephine, in an act of sisterly protective instincts that was much out of character for her, threatened to go find the ones responsible with her houndour in tow...but the idea was shot down by Herman, and Edward never quite forgot that "act of betrayal" from then on, even when he had grown older and understood why his father had turned down the idea of violence.
Still, Edward was loathe to have to return and deal with the threat of being kicked around again, so he decided to devise other ways to keep himself safe. His first plan was to not go to school at all, but instead sneaking off to the Library instead. When it ceased to work after the first week, Edward would shrink to the back of the class and pretend he didn't exist in hopes that the other children followed his lead. The second one worked fine save for a few occasions, and then Edward learned to run fast and stay out of sight and always lurked just so, so that he didn't have to deal with negative attention.
By the time primary school was over, Edward was more or less the wallflower. His teachers knew him by name and by academical grades, which Edward always did well in, but sometimes not even by face. And though his parents received praises, they were all by letters--as Edward had no intention to invite them over to see the teachers, or the teachers to see his parents.
Edward's older brother returning from his trip around the region marked the first positive change in his life after these isolated years. Jake had left the house as an angry, reckless boy who resented that he was second to his sister Josephine, and he returned a spirited young man who valued his pokemon companions far more than the badges they could earn him, and took pity on the shy, bookish younger brother he could barely remember.
It was from Jake, then, that Edward first learned how to truly handle pokemons, not just care for them in a domestic setting. His unofficial "starter" was a gentle female oddish who more adored Edward than she cared about battling, and working with her slowly opened him up to other human connections. Even though an oddish was a lowly pokemon, which evolved into something hideously-smelling, Edward's companionship with her meant that he was welcomed to a group of "bug catchers" and other local trainers who were too afraid or attached to their home to travel afar. He began to talk, and though it was mostly nerdy-talk, drifting many times to how to best harvest and raise grass-types, it was social interaction all the same.
Jake embarked on yet another journey to try his hand at the badges once again when Edward himself was fourteen, and it ended up cost him his life--he became lost at sea, the result of him trying to brave a storm to sail to an island nearby for training. In the shadow of his loss, the family began to split up, Josephine having grown enough to leave the house and marry, leaving the Enderman household bereft of two of their brightest and loudest faces. Edward endured the darkened home for the next five years before he decided that enough was enough, and tempered his guilt at the thought of leaving to tell his parents that, yes, he wanted to go somewhere else and find something for himself. After all, he was a legal adult by this point.
A poster advertising Decona Region caught Edward's eye on the way home one rainy afternoon, and his mind was made up. He packed with the speed of a demon, kissed his mother goodbye, shook hand with his father, promised his sisters to send letters, and then boarded the next ship heading that way.
Just like Jake when he was fourteen, Edward wanted out.
RP Sample:
"Everything smells of salt!" exclaimed a lady to Edward's left, and he glanced at her, amazed at her own amazement. Luckily, the woman was too caught up in delight to notice what might have been viewed as impolite staring, and she continued to breathe deeply, absorbing the sea air into her lungs. One hand held down the wide-brimmed, stylish white hat upon her head, and the other was latched onto the arm of a man who was supposedly her fiance. "Isn't it great, Sander? The air--ahhhh~"
"Sure," Sander grumbled, then led his to-be wife away, throwing a suspicious glance at Edward as he did so. The young man blushed and looked down; so he had been caught, after all. But he did not have any dishonest intention; it was simply...strange...that someone would be caught off-guard by being so close to the sea. The salty breezes had always been Edward's reality.
Then again, it was even stranger that the young woman would remark on this detail if she had always lived here. Decona was surrounded by sea, after all.
He looked up again, trying to find the woman and her fiance in the crowd, but she was gone. She was not the only well-dressed, rich-looking lady in this port, after all. Everything was actually so crowded that Edward was amazed he had actually managed to find a seat at a bench near the dock to begin with. He had arrived only two hours ago, and had wanted to people-watch a little...
But then he realized he was being stared at by a couple of unfriendly-looking trainers--they had pokeballs at their belt--and that decided it for him. Edward stood up, grabbed his suitcase and backpack, and headed off.
He really should have brought a pokemon with him.
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): "Ed" or "Ender" for close friends, and "Eddie" for his mom. Only his mom.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Pokemorph?: Nope!
Appearance:
{WIP}
Personality:
{WIP}
History:
Edward was born in the bustling city of Canalave in Sinnoh Region nineteen years ago to a retired coordinator (his father) and an embittered, doomed-to-lose trainer who had decided that the League was stupid anyway (his mother,) and as far as he had known growing up, pokemons made up about eighty percent of the world around him, and his family the other twenty percent.
He was not the first or last child in the Enderman family, by any means. Edward was actually the third of a brood of seven children, all with different looks and different personalities...and even now, Edward was amazed he had not gone mad in that house of nine people, not counting the various pokemons that populated its cellar or basement. His eldest sister, Josephine, was a first-class bully who had a big issue with being told what to do, and always stood in conflict with his mother...while his littlest sister, sweet little Annie, was constantly teased about one thing or another so much that her scream-crying would forever echo in Edward's ears. His older brother, Stanley, escaped from the house at age fourteen to embark on his grand ole Pokemon Training Journey and as far as Edward can remember of him, he envied the coward. Below him were his three other siblings, a pair of twin who were born to suit sneasels, and another, quiet little sister who Edward always thought was secretly practicing rites to summon Giratina in the abandoned park near their house.
Needless to say, Edward had to find somewhere to hide from the storm of chaos and monstrosity his family unfortunately embodied. As such, for most of his childhood, the dark-haired boy had found one excuse after another to hide in the Canalave Library, entertaining himself with books and pictures of regions he could only dream of visiting, of pokemons so rare and obscure he was sure he would have to live lifetimes before he could see one for himself. The library helpers took pity on Edward--it also helped that he was very quiet and nicely-behaved--and provided him with conversations when he asked for it, and it was there that Edward made his first human contact outside of the Enderman clan.
If Edward had had his way, his world would only be the simple bookshelves of the library, permeated by the scent of paper, new and old, and the quiet turning of pages and the low, hypnotic murmur of conversations he could not quite catch. But real life, as always, intruded where it was least invited, and Edward still had to go to school.
Herman Enderman, Edward's father, was a gentle man with a strong belief in proper education, and as Edward was closest to him in all of his family, he came to primary school well-equipped in both the basics of reading, math and pokemon knowledge. And these went a long way in setting him apart from the other children--and not in a good way. His first teacher liked her students at more or less the same level so she did not have to exert too much effort on the Special Snowflakes, which unfortunately included Edward. Her general air of disdain in regards of him (and a few others who came in to class with the same base of knowledge) was immediately picked up by the schoolyard bullies, and as Edward looked the juiciest victim in his proper attires and his shiny shoes and his boy shorts, he was The Target.
The first week of primary school ended up with Edward stumbling home, his nose bleeding and his knees all torn up from having been kicked around on tough gravels. Josephine, in an act of sisterly protective instincts that was much out of character for her, threatened to go find the ones responsible with her houndour in tow...but the idea was shot down by Herman, and Edward never quite forgot that "act of betrayal" from then on, even when he had grown older and understood why his father had turned down the idea of violence.
Still, Edward was loathe to have to return and deal with the threat of being kicked around again, so he decided to devise other ways to keep himself safe. His first plan was to not go to school at all, but instead sneaking off to the Library instead. When it ceased to work after the first week, Edward would shrink to the back of the class and pretend he didn't exist in hopes that the other children followed his lead. The second one worked fine save for a few occasions, and then Edward learned to run fast and stay out of sight and always lurked just so, so that he didn't have to deal with negative attention.
By the time primary school was over, Edward was more or less the wallflower. His teachers knew him by name and by academical grades, which Edward always did well in, but sometimes not even by face. And though his parents received praises, they were all by letters--as Edward had no intention to invite them over to see the teachers, or the teachers to see his parents.
Edward's older brother returning from his trip around the region marked the first positive change in his life after these isolated years. Jake had left the house as an angry, reckless boy who resented that he was second to his sister Josephine, and he returned a spirited young man who valued his pokemon companions far more than the badges they could earn him, and took pity on the shy, bookish younger brother he could barely remember.
It was from Jake, then, that Edward first learned how to truly handle pokemons, not just care for them in a domestic setting. His unofficial "starter" was a gentle female oddish who more adored Edward than she cared about battling, and working with her slowly opened him up to other human connections. Even though an oddish was a lowly pokemon, which evolved into something hideously-smelling, Edward's companionship with her meant that he was welcomed to a group of "bug catchers" and other local trainers who were too afraid or attached to their home to travel afar. He began to talk, and though it was mostly nerdy-talk, drifting many times to how to best harvest and raise grass-types, it was social interaction all the same.
Jake embarked on yet another journey to try his hand at the badges once again when Edward himself was fourteen, and it ended up cost him his life--he became lost at sea, the result of him trying to brave a storm to sail to an island nearby for training. In the shadow of his loss, the family began to split up, Josephine having grown enough to leave the house and marry, leaving the Enderman household bereft of two of their brightest and loudest faces. Edward endured the darkened home for the next five years before he decided that enough was enough, and tempered his guilt at the thought of leaving to tell his parents that, yes, he wanted to go somewhere else and find something for himself. After all, he was a legal adult by this point.
A poster advertising Decona Region caught Edward's eye on the way home one rainy afternoon, and his mind was made up. He packed with the speed of a demon, kissed his mother goodbye, shook hand with his father, promised his sisters to send letters, and then boarded the next ship heading that way.
Just like Jake when he was fourteen, Edward wanted out.
RP Sample:
"Everything smells of salt!" exclaimed a lady to Edward's left, and he glanced at her, amazed at her own amazement. Luckily, the woman was too caught up in delight to notice what might have been viewed as impolite staring, and she continued to breathe deeply, absorbing the sea air into her lungs. One hand held down the wide-brimmed, stylish white hat upon her head, and the other was latched onto the arm of a man who was supposedly her fiance. "Isn't it great, Sander? The air--ahhhh~"
"Sure," Sander grumbled, then led his to-be wife away, throwing a suspicious glance at Edward as he did so. The young man blushed and looked down; so he had been caught, after all. But he did not have any dishonest intention; it was simply...strange...that someone would be caught off-guard by being so close to the sea. The salty breezes had always been Edward's reality.
Then again, it was even stranger that the young woman would remark on this detail if she had always lived here. Decona was surrounded by sea, after all.
He looked up again, trying to find the woman and her fiance in the crowd, but she was gone. She was not the only well-dressed, rich-looking lady in this port, after all. Everything was actually so crowded that Edward was amazed he had actually managed to find a seat at a bench near the dock to begin with. He had arrived only two hours ago, and had wanted to people-watch a little...
But then he realized he was being stared at by a couple of unfriendly-looking trainers--they had pokeballs at their belt--and that decided it for him. Edward stood up, grabbed his suitcase and backpack, and headed off.
He really should have brought a pokemon with him.