Post by piph on May 5, 2010 3:24:12 GMT 2
Character information
Country: Canada
Gender: Male
Starter Pokémon: Chikorita (named Maple)
Appearance: ( You can use a picture or describe, either one is fine. If you use a picture, be careful not to stretch. )
Personality: Canada is a shy, quiet sort of man, who’s tall stature doesn’t seem to help his invisibility problem at all. His (slightly) older brother America has overshadowed him for the longest time, making Canada unsure of himself and hesitant about most things. He also is not very socially outgoing, preferring instead to wait in the shadows. It’s less embarrassing that way, he reasons.
His feelings about Pokémon are a bit… confused, to say the least. For instance, where did they come from? Second of all, where did his country go? Now whether the finding his house bit is relevant to the whole Pokémon thing, nobody knows. He is also having trouble understanding if the Pokémon like being thrown into battles. The only reason he’s even training Pokémon is because Kumajiro said to, before he disappeared like his house.
Yes, Canada is a sentimental man. No, he will not sing the song for you.
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OOC information
NamePiph Time zone:GMT -6
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Sample Post
Canada stared at the shiny red and white ball in his hands, then pinched himself. Okay, then. This wasn’t some sort of dream induced by British Columbia. He glanced at the ball again. So, what was he supposed to do with this thing, again?
The old man- Professor somethingorother, Canada hadn’t caught the name,- had begun by asking him some menial questions- “What gender are you? What is your name? Sorry, it can’t be more than seven letters.” The Canadian figured he was dealing either with a very stupid person or a very blind and deaf person, but he answered anyway, patiently and loudly, for the man’s benefit. Then the old geezer had pressed the ball into his hand, said something about finding every Pokémon- whatever those were- and catching them, and training them, and then Canada found himself
Here.
He fiddled with the ball some more, tossing it into the air. It opened as it fell, sending a blinding red beam of light into Canada’s face. He gasped, his glasses falling off as he fell to the ground. The light seemed to solidify, yes, that was the best word, solidify, and some sort of thing was on Canada’s chest.
“Chiko!” It said, smiling at the bemused nation. Canada fumbled his glasses back into place and looked at the green monster.
“Maple!” he yelled, scurrying backwards. The thing kept following him, smiling happily and saying chiko, chiko, again and again. Canada slowly stopped moving, breathing in and out in big, slow, nervous breaths.
“You’re not a bad sort, are you, girl,” he said quietly as the creature nuzzled
against his leg. “Well then.”
He scooped up the creature, nuzzling a bit. “I suppose you’ll want to go back into the wild, then.” He put it back down, patted it gently on the bum, and walked away, whistling. Were all of these Pokémon things as cute as that one? He hoped so.
A little while later, he met a Ursaring. “MAPLE!”
From half a mile away, and small Chikorita twitched her leaf and ran toward the sound.
Country: Canada
Gender: Male
Starter Pokémon: Chikorita (named Maple)
Appearance: ( You can use a picture or describe, either one is fine. If you use a picture, be careful not to stretch. )
Personality: Canada is a shy, quiet sort of man, who’s tall stature doesn’t seem to help his invisibility problem at all. His (slightly) older brother America has overshadowed him for the longest time, making Canada unsure of himself and hesitant about most things. He also is not very socially outgoing, preferring instead to wait in the shadows. It’s less embarrassing that way, he reasons.
His feelings about Pokémon are a bit… confused, to say the least. For instance, where did they come from? Second of all, where did his country go? Now whether the finding his house bit is relevant to the whole Pokémon thing, nobody knows. He is also having trouble understanding if the Pokémon like being thrown into battles. The only reason he’s even training Pokémon is because Kumajiro said to, before he disappeared like his house.
Yes, Canada is a sentimental man. No, he will not sing the song for you.
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OOC information
NamePiph Time zone:GMT -6
~~~~~~~
Sample Post
Canada stared at the shiny red and white ball in his hands, then pinched himself. Okay, then. This wasn’t some sort of dream induced by British Columbia. He glanced at the ball again. So, what was he supposed to do with this thing, again?
The old man- Professor somethingorother, Canada hadn’t caught the name,- had begun by asking him some menial questions- “What gender are you? What is your name? Sorry, it can’t be more than seven letters.” The Canadian figured he was dealing either with a very stupid person or a very blind and deaf person, but he answered anyway, patiently and loudly, for the man’s benefit. Then the old geezer had pressed the ball into his hand, said something about finding every Pokémon- whatever those were- and catching them, and training them, and then Canada found himself
Here.
He fiddled with the ball some more, tossing it into the air. It opened as it fell, sending a blinding red beam of light into Canada’s face. He gasped, his glasses falling off as he fell to the ground. The light seemed to solidify, yes, that was the best word, solidify, and some sort of thing was on Canada’s chest.
“Chiko!” It said, smiling at the bemused nation. Canada fumbled his glasses back into place and looked at the green monster.
“Maple!” he yelled, scurrying backwards. The thing kept following him, smiling happily and saying chiko, chiko, again and again. Canada slowly stopped moving, breathing in and out in big, slow, nervous breaths.
“You’re not a bad sort, are you, girl,” he said quietly as the creature nuzzled
against his leg. “Well then.”
He scooped up the creature, nuzzling a bit. “I suppose you’ll want to go back into the wild, then.” He put it back down, patted it gently on the bum, and walked away, whistling. Were all of these Pokémon things as cute as that one? He hoped so.
A little while later, he met a Ursaring. “MAPLE!”
From half a mile away, and small Chikorita twitched her leaf and ran toward the sound.
