Post by swissthing on Jul 11, 2010 11:15:09 GMT 2
Character information
Country: République Française
Gender: Male (Although if he shaved and wore a dress... well, you can imagine it.)
Starter Pokémon: Francis owns a male Charmander. Its name? Clovis. Clovis the Charmander. It suits him quite well (ignore the ribbon, it's a boy. Thus why the ribbon is blue.)
Appearance:
To say that appearances don't matter are far from the truth. The first thing one shall notice, as it is impossible to read someone’s mind, is their appearance! Lush, gorgeous locks of golden hair that brush his shoulder and cerulean eyes contrast against fairly pale skin. Whilst not entirely pale, he has yet to spend sufficient time in the sun to get a decent tan. Certainly, if his looks don't stand out amongst the crowd, at least his Charmander shall draw some attention. Certainly, the bright orange and the blue ribbon tied "fashionably" around its neck is an interesting sight. Although it is a hassle to spend more on a replacement when Clovis has burnt that ribbon to crisps... again.
Safe to say, as one who prides himself on their looks, he has a keen eye for what looks good and what does not. Always wearing fashionable clothing despite the fact he must travel around constantly is a feat that Francis draws pride in. He wears plain clothes, effeminate clothes most often or at least clothes of colour, possessing joy of eccentric colours.
Keeping himself well-groomed from everything between the dirt under his nails the texture of his skin to the growth of hair under his chin that he proudly calls a ‘beard’ but really cannot count for anything other than five ‘o’clock shadow. Of course, being the fashionable person he is, he has somehow found a way to wear it well and claims that it’s a sign of ‘maturity’. People have a strange habit of wanting to rip it off his face... and, of course, Clovis did them the honour of getting to it before they could.
To those who knew him when he did have his "beard" they might inquire why. Although he should never tell them that after Clovis had burnt it off his face for the second time that he decided to keep his face well-shaven. As that was painful and usually also burnt off his eyelashes and eyebrows.
Another of his great prides (aside from his now-destroyed beard) is his hair. He has a golden mane of shoulder-length hair, waved, even slightly curly and thick; he does not often feel when people pull on his hair because of its thickness. Upon first meeting him, he loves to display his teeth. Possessing a bright smile that he likes to say charms the ladies (and men). Rich in gold and pearls, as one might say, only with gold upon his head and pearls in his mouth.
Personality:
An oddity even in this strange world full of odd little creatures, Francis is by no means normal. He’s quite the strange one. As said - he has an eye for beauty. This may be the reason why he had chosen his Charmander to begin with. The silly thing, sitting around like that, not taking caring of itself! Of course he couldn't let such a pretty creature go on with life looking the way it did. Of course, that's not limited to Pokémon. Constantly attracted to males and females, one can often spot him making passes at people whilst not grooming him, Clovis or otherwise battling an opponent. Thus is how he is found in an eternal cycle of unsuccessful relationships. Despite this, he’s quite resilient and can miraculously come back from rock bottom to the top of the world in a few moments.
Despite his nature of making inappropriate advances at people, he does tend to be brotherly or fatherly at times or when the situation calls for it. For example - Clovis. His tendency to take in and raise people is almost a natural instinct for him. On the occasion, when the situation shall benefit him or requires it, he'll shock people by actually doing something that needs to be done and correcting order. Amazing and a very rare feat it is because it is Francis and everyone who knows him know that that doesn't happen every day.
Francis adores food and if it tastes good, it’s acceptable. This explains why the meager supply of berries that are usually the only food accessible in the wild are to his displeasure. Regardless, he makes do with it what he can and prides himself in being able to create something decent from the berries provided. Thank the heavens he owns a Charmander to light fires. More than food and others - he loves himself a little bit more and considers ‘French’ anything the greatest things in the world. Truly, he has even gone so far as to insist his Charmander is French regardless of whether or not that's even remotely possible.
Truly, he is loving, caring and does indeed concern himself in others affairs. If someone means anything to him, then he'll care and go so far as to actually help them in what ways he can. Even if his work ethic isn't as spectacular as others. (Truly, he doesn't raise his Charmander as much as he should for fear that he constantly ruins the ribbon he adorns him with.)
By nature, Francis is friendly and talkative. Whilst enjoying adventure and being curious, he's constantly restrained by other values. Of course, most often those values and these can be combined for the better. Balancing may not be his expertise, but he does manage to get the best of both worlds in that he can have his adventure and still look wonderful while doing it. Very easy-going he is not one to be uptight and strict about things, calling such people stick-in-the-muds and other various insults, mostly in a friendly manner. Open and generally friendly, it is easy to get along with him so long as you ignore his rather eccentric behaviour.
The Frenchman is the type prone to being slightly careless, despite the perfectly functioning (not to mention beautiful) head on his shoulders. Often throwing caution to the wind, he enjoys flinging himself into something for the rush of the adventure. Passionate, romantic and maybe coming off as a little bit dim until you get to know him are some of the few traits Francis exhibits. Prone to sudden outbursts of drama and occasionally harassing people, it is all in good nature to him.
Despite the endless good that is his personality (although the manner of which he is touchy often tends to creep people out), he tends to be moody at times as well as quite explosive should his temper be pushed to the edge. His passionate personality tends to cause him to hold grudges and keep long-lasting love for people and food. Although for individuals, he is a bit more fickle. He enjoys a good banter occasionally and may even purposefully get on someone’s nerves; he is the type to just laugh it off, usually and instead laugh at others.
OOC information
Name: Corvis, as far as online names go, although you’re far more likely to find my accounts under “Corvyie”. Of course, no one’s going to use that, so just call me France, Frog, whatever. Swiss works too. As does Aussie.
Age: 14 (centuries)
Time zone: GMT -10 / UST -10 / HAST
Sample Post
Perhaps he should find it a home.
The thought ran through Francis's mind repeatedly. After all, it was an animal, right? This "Charmander" and all animals needed nice, healthy environments to live in. Even if this particular animal had a flame attached to the end of its tail and would probably burn down any dog house that France dare construct for him. Or paid someone else to construct for him.
On the other side, the more reasonable, less attached portion of his mind, Francis thought, "Maybe I should let it go."
The Charmander had caused numerous problems since they'd met. Stubborn, as many people will tell you France always was, he had first met the orange dinosaur-like creature after a... meteor crash. It was strange, after encountering a rather violent worm-like creature that tried to cover him in white, sticky strings that Francis would later make a very perverted joke out of. In fact, France put it on his list of things to do. (Maybe he'd find the little worm and befriend that too, so he could make it shoot those strings and make passes at people, it'd be entertaining.)
That aside, he shook his head, blonde locks swishing from side to side with the action and gazed once again at the Charmander. What was he to do? It was troublesome to keep. His papers were constantly getting little burns and he had to constantly worry about whether or not the house would burn down if he went to sleep that night.
The damn thing even burnt off his stubble!
They had just met and shortly after, the Charmander had decided it was displeased with France's facial hair, quickly shooting fire out of its mouth and scorching his face. He'd spent an hour after glaring (and sulking) at the creature before deciding that there was nothing he could do about it.
Now, they were bordering on four days of having met each other and Francis had to admit... he was growing attached to the orange dinosaur. It was cute, despite it's constant attempts to burn him, and was very useful. If Francis ever found himself in a situation in which he was out of fire or some warming device, he could always turn to the little creature and ask him to make a fire. He seemed to understand, anyway, based on the fact that if he didn't want to he'd turn his nose up and if he did, he would make the fire without complaint.
Besides the expectation for praise, food and maybe a nice pat on the head from Francis. Which he was glad to do.
Perhaps he spoiled the "Pokemon" too much? Feeding it, lovingly tying the blue ribbon around its neck, taking care of it in general. No one could say he was a bad owner, per se... so why should he get rid of the dear?
Aside from the incident with it burning off his hair, the creature had done him no harm. Other than constantly getting into fights with other strange creatures. It seemed to be their nature to do that... maybe he should take care of it and make it stronger? Battle with other people who do that or something? Damn, he really needed to see someone to ask about all this, it was getting tiring to take care of the Charmander without knowing if what he was doing was correct.
Was it healthy for them to eat human food? Was it healthy for them to sleep wrapped in blankets (that sometime got scorched)? Was it safe to be domesticated? He should've gotten a dog. Or a bird, like Pierre, whom he needed to find, that would've been easier. Because then he could just look up online what to do.
No, he had to come across and befriend a Charmander. Make everything difficult for himself.
"Char!"
Interrupted from his thoughts by the cute squeal he'd learnt to associate with the orange dinosaur, Francis looked down and smiled. "Yes, mon petit? What is it?"
The only answer he received was what looked like pointing outside and flailing. Not comprehending, Francis sat there, staring down at the creature until Charmander became impatient, flaring up and nearly trying to burn the chair France sat on.
"Calm down! Calm down! What do you want?" He questioned, following the Charmander as it darted across the floors of his house. Glancing outside, the Frenchman finally understood what was making him so distressed.
Flailing his arms and making shooing motions, he yelled out, "Shoo, shoo!" Causing the strange-looking birds to fly off in opposite directions, smiling at his work, he glanced down at the Charmander next to him and reached down to pet his had, "There, all gone!"
Charmander responded by biting his hand.
Clearly, he wanted to get rid of the birds himself. Sighing at how difficult his newest pet was being, he sat on the floor and stared at it, examining it from side to side. Bright orange, firey tail, blue eyes and blue ribbon to match them...
"You're name shall be Clovis." He announced suddenly and received a happy, "Charmander!" In response, the little creature seemingly smiling in response.
Well, option two was no longer a choice. You couldn't get rid of things you already named, everyone knew this. Picking up the little bundle of orange despite some struggle, he re-opened the door and let it out for some play time. Francis figured that later he'd take the Charmander, ahem, Clovis for a walk. See what other strange creatures were out there.
Country: République Française
Gender: Male (Although if he shaved and wore a dress... well, you can imagine it.)
Starter Pokémon: Francis owns a male Charmander. Its name? Clovis. Clovis the Charmander. It suits him quite well (ignore the ribbon, it's a boy. Thus why the ribbon is blue.)
Appearance:
To say that appearances don't matter are far from the truth. The first thing one shall notice, as it is impossible to read someone’s mind, is their appearance! Lush, gorgeous locks of golden hair that brush his shoulder and cerulean eyes contrast against fairly pale skin. Whilst not entirely pale, he has yet to spend sufficient time in the sun to get a decent tan. Certainly, if his looks don't stand out amongst the crowd, at least his Charmander shall draw some attention. Certainly, the bright orange and the blue ribbon tied "fashionably" around its neck is an interesting sight. Although it is a hassle to spend more on a replacement when Clovis has burnt that ribbon to crisps... again.
Safe to say, as one who prides himself on their looks, he has a keen eye for what looks good and what does not. Always wearing fashionable clothing despite the fact he must travel around constantly is a feat that Francis draws pride in. He wears plain clothes, effeminate clothes most often or at least clothes of colour, possessing joy of eccentric colours.
Keeping himself well-groomed from everything between the dirt under his nails the texture of his skin to the growth of hair under his chin that he proudly calls a ‘beard’ but really cannot count for anything other than five ‘o’clock shadow. Of course, being the fashionable person he is, he has somehow found a way to wear it well and claims that it’s a sign of ‘maturity’. People have a strange habit of wanting to rip it off his face... and, of course, Clovis did them the honour of getting to it before they could.
To those who knew him when he did have his "beard" they might inquire why. Although he should never tell them that after Clovis had burnt it off his face for the second time that he decided to keep his face well-shaven. As that was painful and usually also burnt off his eyelashes and eyebrows.
Another of his great prides (aside from his now-destroyed beard) is his hair. He has a golden mane of shoulder-length hair, waved, even slightly curly and thick; he does not often feel when people pull on his hair because of its thickness. Upon first meeting him, he loves to display his teeth. Possessing a bright smile that he likes to say charms the ladies (and men). Rich in gold and pearls, as one might say, only with gold upon his head and pearls in his mouth.
Personality:
An oddity even in this strange world full of odd little creatures, Francis is by no means normal. He’s quite the strange one. As said - he has an eye for beauty. This may be the reason why he had chosen his Charmander to begin with. The silly thing, sitting around like that, not taking caring of itself! Of course he couldn't let such a pretty creature go on with life looking the way it did. Of course, that's not limited to Pokémon. Constantly attracted to males and females, one can often spot him making passes at people whilst not grooming him, Clovis or otherwise battling an opponent. Thus is how he is found in an eternal cycle of unsuccessful relationships. Despite this, he’s quite resilient and can miraculously come back from rock bottom to the top of the world in a few moments.
Despite his nature of making inappropriate advances at people, he does tend to be brotherly or fatherly at times or when the situation calls for it. For example - Clovis. His tendency to take in and raise people is almost a natural instinct for him. On the occasion, when the situation shall benefit him or requires it, he'll shock people by actually doing something that needs to be done and correcting order. Amazing and a very rare feat it is because it is Francis and everyone who knows him know that that doesn't happen every day.
Francis adores food and if it tastes good, it’s acceptable. This explains why the meager supply of berries that are usually the only food accessible in the wild are to his displeasure. Regardless, he makes do with it what he can and prides himself in being able to create something decent from the berries provided. Thank the heavens he owns a Charmander to light fires. More than food and others - he loves himself a little bit more and considers ‘French’ anything the greatest things in the world. Truly, he has even gone so far as to insist his Charmander is French regardless of whether or not that's even remotely possible.
Truly, he is loving, caring and does indeed concern himself in others affairs. If someone means anything to him, then he'll care and go so far as to actually help them in what ways he can. Even if his work ethic isn't as spectacular as others. (Truly, he doesn't raise his Charmander as much as he should for fear that he constantly ruins the ribbon he adorns him with.)
By nature, Francis is friendly and talkative. Whilst enjoying adventure and being curious, he's constantly restrained by other values. Of course, most often those values and these can be combined for the better. Balancing may not be his expertise, but he does manage to get the best of both worlds in that he can have his adventure and still look wonderful while doing it. Very easy-going he is not one to be uptight and strict about things, calling such people stick-in-the-muds and other various insults, mostly in a friendly manner. Open and generally friendly, it is easy to get along with him so long as you ignore his rather eccentric behaviour.
The Frenchman is the type prone to being slightly careless, despite the perfectly functioning (not to mention beautiful) head on his shoulders. Often throwing caution to the wind, he enjoys flinging himself into something for the rush of the adventure. Passionate, romantic and maybe coming off as a little bit dim until you get to know him are some of the few traits Francis exhibits. Prone to sudden outbursts of drama and occasionally harassing people, it is all in good nature to him.
Despite the endless good that is his personality (although the manner of which he is touchy often tends to creep people out), he tends to be moody at times as well as quite explosive should his temper be pushed to the edge. His passionate personality tends to cause him to hold grudges and keep long-lasting love for people and food. Although for individuals, he is a bit more fickle. He enjoys a good banter occasionally and may even purposefully get on someone’s nerves; he is the type to just laugh it off, usually and instead laugh at others.
OOC information
Name: Corvis, as far as online names go, although you’re far more likely to find my accounts under “Corvyie”. Of course, no one’s going to use that, so just call me France, Frog, whatever. Swiss works too. As does Aussie.
Age: 14 (centuries)
Time zone: GMT -10 / UST -10 / HAST
Sample Post
Perhaps he should find it a home.
The thought ran through Francis's mind repeatedly. After all, it was an animal, right? This "Charmander" and all animals needed nice, healthy environments to live in. Even if this particular animal had a flame attached to the end of its tail and would probably burn down any dog house that France dare construct for him. Or paid someone else to construct for him.
On the other side, the more reasonable, less attached portion of his mind, Francis thought, "Maybe I should let it go."
The Charmander had caused numerous problems since they'd met. Stubborn, as many people will tell you France always was, he had first met the orange dinosaur-like creature after a... meteor crash. It was strange, after encountering a rather violent worm-like creature that tried to cover him in white, sticky strings that Francis would later make a very perverted joke out of. In fact, France put it on his list of things to do. (Maybe he'd find the little worm and befriend that too, so he could make it shoot those strings and make passes at people, it'd be entertaining.)
That aside, he shook his head, blonde locks swishing from side to side with the action and gazed once again at the Charmander. What was he to do? It was troublesome to keep. His papers were constantly getting little burns and he had to constantly worry about whether or not the house would burn down if he went to sleep that night.
The damn thing even burnt off his stubble!
They had just met and shortly after, the Charmander had decided it was displeased with France's facial hair, quickly shooting fire out of its mouth and scorching his face. He'd spent an hour after glaring (and sulking) at the creature before deciding that there was nothing he could do about it.
Now, they were bordering on four days of having met each other and Francis had to admit... he was growing attached to the orange dinosaur. It was cute, despite it's constant attempts to burn him, and was very useful. If Francis ever found himself in a situation in which he was out of fire or some warming device, he could always turn to the little creature and ask him to make a fire. He seemed to understand, anyway, based on the fact that if he didn't want to he'd turn his nose up and if he did, he would make the fire without complaint.
Besides the expectation for praise, food and maybe a nice pat on the head from Francis. Which he was glad to do.
Perhaps he spoiled the "Pokemon" too much? Feeding it, lovingly tying the blue ribbon around its neck, taking care of it in general. No one could say he was a bad owner, per se... so why should he get rid of the dear?
Aside from the incident with it burning off his hair, the creature had done him no harm. Other than constantly getting into fights with other strange creatures. It seemed to be their nature to do that... maybe he should take care of it and make it stronger? Battle with other people who do that or something? Damn, he really needed to see someone to ask about all this, it was getting tiring to take care of the Charmander without knowing if what he was doing was correct.
Was it healthy for them to eat human food? Was it healthy for them to sleep wrapped in blankets (that sometime got scorched)? Was it safe to be domesticated? He should've gotten a dog. Or a bird, like Pierre, whom he needed to find, that would've been easier. Because then he could just look up online what to do.
No, he had to come across and befriend a Charmander. Make everything difficult for himself.
"Char!"
Interrupted from his thoughts by the cute squeal he'd learnt to associate with the orange dinosaur, Francis looked down and smiled. "Yes, mon petit? What is it?"
The only answer he received was what looked like pointing outside and flailing. Not comprehending, Francis sat there, staring down at the creature until Charmander became impatient, flaring up and nearly trying to burn the chair France sat on.
"Calm down! Calm down! What do you want?" He questioned, following the Charmander as it darted across the floors of his house. Glancing outside, the Frenchman finally understood what was making him so distressed.
Flailing his arms and making shooing motions, he yelled out, "Shoo, shoo!" Causing the strange-looking birds to fly off in opposite directions, smiling at his work, he glanced down at the Charmander next to him and reached down to pet his had, "There, all gone!"
Charmander responded by biting his hand.
Clearly, he wanted to get rid of the birds himself. Sighing at how difficult his newest pet was being, he sat on the floor and stared at it, examining it from side to side. Bright orange, firey tail, blue eyes and blue ribbon to match them...
"You're name shall be Clovis." He announced suddenly and received a happy, "Charmander!" In response, the little creature seemingly smiling in response.
Well, option two was no longer a choice. You couldn't get rid of things you already named, everyone knew this. Picking up the little bundle of orange despite some struggle, he re-opened the door and let it out for some play time. Francis figured that later he'd take the Charmander, ahem, Clovis for a walk. See what other strange creatures were out there.
