Post by denden on May 7, 2010 23:14:46 GMT 2
Character information[/u]
Country: Denmark
Gender:FeMale
Starter pokémon: Cyndaquil ~ Carlsbergbeerlol
Appearance:
Ignore the ugly swede.
Personality:
Denmark is a very cheerful man, usually always wearing a smile, always cracking off lame jokes and always never too far from a huge pint of beer. Not really caring about other people’s opinions, he makes sure to get his own known that usually includes shouting it in people’s faces and being generally big headed. His ego is probably just as big as his love for alcohol. He’s extremely competitive and, at first, wanted to fight the other pokemon himself with just his axe. He didn’t get too far though, with that idea.
Den doesn’t really know that much about Pokémon, just that they fight each other and he’s got to win or else that’s his beer money down the drain. Even when he loses he’s a bit stubborn at accepting the fact and handing over his earnings. Not having a favourite type, he’ll just catch whatever Pokémon looks manry. Like uh, Machamp.
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OOC information
Name: Tam, or Den, either is fine. c:
Time zone: GMT +- 0
I'm on my way to being rejecte- hi.
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Sample Post[/u]
The electric shock hit him, he hadn’t seen who or what had produced it, but it’d messed up his hair and that simply would not do. He tried to sort it out quickly but it still looked messy; he was too suprised about the electric shock to care any longer. Denmark pushed small hedges aside, knelt down in the tall grass and even climbed up the tree he’d stood next to just to find the critter that’d attacked him. His search was proving unsuccessful when he realized that his own Pokémon was no-where to be seen.
“What in the world?” He scratched his head and took a seat on a large boulder. Taking a drink from his flask, he checked through his bag and found the poke balls he’d bought earlier. Anything that dared to touch someone as great as him was obviously worth having on his team, either as punishment for shocking him, or to actually help him out.
A patch of shade seemed to be circling around, the clearing he’d found himself didn’t have anything in it shaped in such a way. Puzzled, he got to his feet and glanced upwards. There was his Pokémon. In the claws of some giant, yellow, spiky...chicken. He’d never seen anything like it before, for once, he was actually quite scared. It had these evil, staring eyes. Almost reminding him of someone he knew; it hardly blinked much as it flew around in circles overhead.
“Now what’s that one called? Damn it, how am I supposed to remember all of their names, there’s too many for a start! And only the ones I catch are any good anyway. I suppose I could catch this one and make it good, damn bird. I’m already in a mess with it, since it’s got my beer- I mean, Cyndaquil, or whatever the old man said it was called.”
He chuckled and took one of the poke balls out, shielding his eyes from the sun; he took a deep breath and threw it high into the air, aiming at the birds head. The second jolt of lighting was taken hard by him, knocking him to the ground; he didn’t even see the little ball of fire heading his way. Looks like that bird didn’t appreciate being hit at all and had let go of its second victim. Sending out a few more warning sparks, Denmark got the idea, caught his already dazed Cyndaquil and smirked at the bird before turning tail and running back through the forest.
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Country: Denmark
Gender:
Starter pokémon: Cyndaquil ~ Carlsberg
Appearance:
Ignore the ugly swede.
Personality:
Denmark is a very cheerful man, usually always wearing a smile, always cracking off lame jokes and always never too far from a huge pint of beer. Not really caring about other people’s opinions, he makes sure to get his own known that usually includes shouting it in people’s faces and being generally big headed. His ego is probably just as big as his love for alcohol. He’s extremely competitive and, at first, wanted to fight the other pokemon himself with just his axe. He didn’t get too far though, with that idea.
Den doesn’t really know that much about Pokémon, just that they fight each other and he’s got to win or else that’s his beer money down the drain. Even when he loses he’s a bit stubborn at accepting the fact and handing over his earnings. Not having a favourite type, he’ll just catch whatever Pokémon looks manry. Like uh, Machamp.
~~~~~~~
OOC information
Name: Tam, or Den, either is fine. c:
Time zone: GMT +- 0
I'm on my way to being rejecte- hi.
~~~~~~~
Sample Post[/u]
The electric shock hit him, he hadn’t seen who or what had produced it, but it’d messed up his hair and that simply would not do. He tried to sort it out quickly but it still looked messy; he was too suprised about the electric shock to care any longer. Denmark pushed small hedges aside, knelt down in the tall grass and even climbed up the tree he’d stood next to just to find the critter that’d attacked him. His search was proving unsuccessful when he realized that his own Pokémon was no-where to be seen.
“What in the world?” He scratched his head and took a seat on a large boulder. Taking a drink from his flask, he checked through his bag and found the poke balls he’d bought earlier. Anything that dared to touch someone as great as him was obviously worth having on his team, either as punishment for shocking him, or to actually help him out.
A patch of shade seemed to be circling around, the clearing he’d found himself didn’t have anything in it shaped in such a way. Puzzled, he got to his feet and glanced upwards. There was his Pokémon. In the claws of some giant, yellow, spiky...chicken. He’d never seen anything like it before, for once, he was actually quite scared. It had these evil, staring eyes. Almost reminding him of someone he knew; it hardly blinked much as it flew around in circles overhead.
“Now what’s that one called? Damn it, how am I supposed to remember all of their names, there’s too many for a start! And only the ones I catch are any good anyway. I suppose I could catch this one and make it good, damn bird. I’m already in a mess with it, since it’s got my beer- I mean, Cyndaquil, or whatever the old man said it was called.”
He chuckled and took one of the poke balls out, shielding his eyes from the sun; he took a deep breath and threw it high into the air, aiming at the birds head. The second jolt of lighting was taken hard by him, knocking him to the ground; he didn’t even see the little ball of fire heading his way. Looks like that bird didn’t appreciate being hit at all and had let go of its second victim. Sending out a few more warning sparks, Denmark got the idea, caught his already dazed Cyndaquil and smirked at the bird before turning tail and running back through the forest.
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