Post by Jenny M on May 24, 2010 3:24:58 GMT 2
Country:
Finland~
Gender:
Male
Starter pokémon:
A male Bulbasaur he affectionately calls "Go For It, Bomber!" - or just Bomber for short.
Appearance:
I am sooo lazy and the picture I have is kinda unfinished. Too lazy to type something out too. I'LL HAVE SOMETHING HERE. EVENTUALLY. AHAHA. /phail
Personality:
Finland is a mature and very simplistic man. He is very social and talkative, and is always eager to jump into any conversation. Despite his small figure, he has a big heart and tries to look out for others, sometimes stepping on the border of "Mother Hen." At the same time, he is rather quirky, with his odd tendency to find fascination in things that others may either find weird or not interesting. He also likes to come up with odd names to call his Pokemon, claiming that they are "cute". He never understands why his Pokemon don't agree with him, though.
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OOC information
Name:
Other than calling me, well, Finland for convenience's sake, I go by Jen. :3
Age:
Nineteen, bitches. Yeaa~
Time zone:
MST, or, as the retarded me discovered, GMT-7.
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Sample Post
"Okay, okay!" A fwoosh of fabric and his familiar old blue military coat was donned over Finland's shoulders. "Today looks like a really nice day! How about we go out for a while and get some training done, Bomber?"
"Bulba!" Tino looked up from strapping on his boots as he heard the heavy padding of scaled feet. His beloved little Bulbasaur settled at his feet and let out another cry, an eager smile spread on his pudgy face. Tino couldn't help but lean down and give him an affectionate pat on the head.
"Oh, you love the sound of that, don't you, Bomber? It's been a while since we've had sun. Maybe if Su-san isn't busy we can have him join us. It's always better to train with friends, isn't it?"
The little blue and green pokemon settled where he was while his trainer finished strapping his boots and threw on his favorite white beret. He was dressed comfortably for the sunny yet cool outdoors; a comfortable cotton shirt and jeans accompanied his old jacket, and his choice of boots were suited for the wet tall grass they were most likely going to trudge through. Grabbing his bag from an armchair, he opened the front door and stepped aside to let his Bulbasaur out.
"You remember where to go, Bomber? Remember, Su-san doesn't live to far from here." His little friend nodded and made his outside into the pleasant sunshine with Finland closing and locking the door behind him.
Finland~
Gender:
Male
Starter pokémon:
A male Bulbasaur he affectionately calls "Go For It, Bomber!" - or just Bomber for short.
Appearance:
I am sooo lazy and the picture I have is kinda unfinished. Too lazy to type something out too. I'LL HAVE SOMETHING HERE. EVENTUALLY. AHAHA. /phail
Personality:
Finland is a mature and very simplistic man. He is very social and talkative, and is always eager to jump into any conversation. Despite his small figure, he has a big heart and tries to look out for others, sometimes stepping on the border of "Mother Hen." At the same time, he is rather quirky, with his odd tendency to find fascination in things that others may either find weird or not interesting. He also likes to come up with odd names to call his Pokemon, claiming that they are "cute". He never understands why his Pokemon don't agree with him, though.
~~~~~~~
OOC information
Name:
Other than calling me, well, Finland for convenience's sake, I go by Jen. :3
Age:
Nineteen, bitches. Yeaa~
Time zone:
MST, or, as the retarded me discovered, GMT-7.
~~~~~~~
Sample Post
"Okay, okay!" A fwoosh of fabric and his familiar old blue military coat was donned over Finland's shoulders. "Today looks like a really nice day! How about we go out for a while and get some training done, Bomber?"
"Bulba!" Tino looked up from strapping on his boots as he heard the heavy padding of scaled feet. His beloved little Bulbasaur settled at his feet and let out another cry, an eager smile spread on his pudgy face. Tino couldn't help but lean down and give him an affectionate pat on the head.
"Oh, you love the sound of that, don't you, Bomber? It's been a while since we've had sun. Maybe if Su-san isn't busy we can have him join us. It's always better to train with friends, isn't it?"
The little blue and green pokemon settled where he was while his trainer finished strapping his boots and threw on his favorite white beret. He was dressed comfortably for the sunny yet cool outdoors; a comfortable cotton shirt and jeans accompanied his old jacket, and his choice of boots were suited for the wet tall grass they were most likely going to trudge through. Grabbing his bag from an armchair, he opened the front door and stepped aside to let his Bulbasaur out.
"You remember where to go, Bomber? Remember, Su-san doesn't live to far from here." His little friend nodded and made his outside into the pleasant sunshine with Finland closing and locking the door behind him.
