Post by denden on Sept 15, 2010 19:24:23 GMT 2
Switzerland
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Character information
Country: Switzerland
Gender:
Starter pokémon: Zwiebel, the male Bulbasaur.
Appearance:
With that sandy clump of short hair on his head and his short stature, anyone could have mistook him for a female, if it weren't for the short temper he carried, or the huge, old school K31 he held in his hands, but in truth, anyone who'd have done so would surely not have survived a bullet to their head. The same could be said for his figure too, standing quite shorter than your average man. Despite the feminine features, one feature that did not resemble that of a female were his eyes. A deep emerald green, they were the only windows into his thoughts.
Like a ticking time bomb, it’s no surprise to hear the sound of gun fire and witness the attempted fleeing of an unfortunate whom had happened to stumble upon this young man. His short fuse is one that never should be exposed to a flame; insults come at a great price, so if one cannot run fast enough in a short space of time then perhaps it is better to leave this hermit well alone. It’s not wise to go and pull a joke off with this guy either; you’ll be rewarded with a very rejected look that isn’t really worth the effort.
Conversely, unless prompted, the raging sea is usually calm and quiet, on a journey set out to avoid anything that might disrupt it; Switzerland loves nothing more than to be alone with nature, far, far away from the politics of reality. Never wanting to mix with the “outsiders”, his neutrality helps to keep him out of others business, not wanting to get involved with those who trouble themselves in each others problems. An old ‘acquaintance’ of his forced him change his ways through bad friendship, namely by making it hard for Switzerland to place his trust in anyone any more.
However, he did find resolve in what could be described as a small green reptilian creature, one that, much like him, preferred only the company of itself. Not one willing to charge straight into battle unless enraged, Switzerland likes to stay clear of any trainer challenges unless absolutely necessary, with him knowing that his precious money is on the line if the man and ‘saur duo manage to get handed a loss. Being one to keep his resources as numerous as possible, money is one thing that he cannot afford to lose.
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OOC information
Name: Tam or something.
Age: 17 years young.
Time zone: GMT all the way.
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Sample Post
It was one of those days. One of those hot, sticky days that prohibited any activity; not even a simple stroll outdoors was possible without great difficulty. That meant everyone would be inside with fans and water, tons and tons of water. Those with water type pokemon were lucky in situations like this, but when all you had for a friend was a little green creature that could only produce leaves and seeds, it's pretty much check mate.
Slumped in the pokemon centre chair with that rock solid glare, he tried focusing it on the happenings of outside with those people walking to and fro looking for shelter. They must be mad to be outside in such heat, he regarded them as uninteresting fairly quickly and went back to observing the clock. Although Switzerland had decided to retreat indoors for a bit of shade, the noise and the vivid commotion this room was containing was more than enough to trample his nerves.
How long does it take just to do a check up, anyway? Impatient as he was, he'd already climbed to his feet and marched across the room to the front desk. Scratching his head whilst scanning the area for a nurse, his thoughts of the noise and outside had almost vanished; only one thought remained and it was one about the well being of his friend.
After considering over and over if it was worth just leaving and coming back later, he'd lost himself in thought, and barely noticed when a young lady pulled on his sleeve. He jumped, back into reality; turning to hear what the lady had to say, he quickly identified her as the woman that had taken Zwiebel.
"Excuse me miss, your Bulbasaur is going to be fine." She smiled, the kind of smile anyone could grow to love... except for someone who had just been insulted. Biting down hard and slipping his hand into his bag, Switzerland felt around and finally grasped a hold of the small revolver he'd been forced to carry around after being stopped by a very spunky police lady on a motorbike. She claimed that five guns was way too many to be in possession of at one time; Switz didn't agree, but handed over the rifles to save any argument.
