Post by Poland on May 22, 2010 22:49:57 GMT 2
Character information
Country: Poland
Gender: Male
Starter pokémon: Piplup, female, named Pippy
Appearance:
Poland is relatively tall for his age, in fact, he’s just above average height. He has just-above shoulder length blonde hair, which he takes great pride in and washes almost every day. He’s relatively slim and, if you asked him, he would say his most brilliant feature are his eyes. Also, don’t expect to see him in trousers. Ever. He’s far more comfortable in skirts, no matter what other people might say.
Personality:
- Ditzy – Poland can be very slow at times, and come up with ideas that appear to be very dumb. That’s not to say he’s stupid… just not entirely all together. He will often go on crazy, long-winded missions to collect various things that he probably could have gotten some easier way. He just… didn’t think of it.
- Brave – While his bravery pays off most of the time, sometimes it is more of a burden. He doesn’t think before jumping into dangerous situations and gets himself into a lot of trouble. He’s going to get thoroughly beaten because of this. But hey, he’ll probably come back stronger for it. Probably.
- Determined – He will never ever give up, and will always come back after a fight. So, be careful if you challenge him. Even if he loses, he’ll probably just demand a rematch until he wins.
- Shallow – Not about other people, mind you. Just about himself. He is extremely proud of his looks.
- Loyal – Though he may not appear to at time, Poland cares a lot about the people close to him and he will do anything to protect them. Unsurprisingly, he manages to have the same loyalty to a few of his pokemon.
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OOC information
Name: Just Poland is fine, but you’ll find people here will call me Popo, Popopo (yes, there is a difference) or Polly.
Age: 14
Time zone: GMT+- 0
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Sample Post
The creature was relatively cute, all in all. It would have been better if she had been pink, or able to change her colour so she could match Poland’s outfits, but Poland supposed he could handle the blue. It looked somewhat like a penguin. Waddled like one, too. He was sitting on the grass in his back garden, watching it walk around, twittering as it went.
He patted the strange animal on the head absent-mindedly, staring at the strange red ball it had emerged from. It wasn’t any bigger than the size of his fist and he was amazed as to how the foot and a half longer animal was able to fit inside it comfortably. Maybe there was some sort of shrink ray, and the animal had an entire home inside there, complete with toilers, bathrooms, sofas and everything.
The animal patted Poland’s leg curiously just before he could drift off into his imagination as to what might be inside the ball, tilting her head to the side.
“Piplup?”
Poland pulled the little penguin thing onto his lap. “You’re, like, totally cute, you know? What are you though?” What did that professor guy say…?
“This is a pokemon, look after it and train it, You can use it to…” The elderly man was saying. He had summoned Poland to talk to him after the meteorite had crashed onto Earth, for he had been ‘chosen’ for something. He had been holding the little creature at the time, with the red ball on the table beside him.
Poland hadn’t really been listening; he was looking at his nails. They needed cutting and re-painting. What colour could he do this time? Pink was getting a little old, maybe purple? Yeah, purple was nice. He’d do them a light purple, like lilac, maybe. That sounded cool. He could match up some totally cool outfits with that. And he needed to go shopping, because his shoes were, like, wearing out and he needed some new ones, fast...
“Right, I trust you to take care of her, alright?” The man finished, dumping the creature in Poland’s arms and ushering him out the door. “Have fun!”
“Huh, maybe I should have, like, listened better,” Poland mused, patting the creature again. “So you’re a pokemon, right?”
“Pip, pip, piplup!”
“You are totally adorable. I’ll call you Pippy, k?” He stroked the newly christened Pippy, who tweeted appreciatively. “Now, let’s go and find out what you eat… Do you think that guy will kill me if I ask him to repeat his lecture?”
Sorry this is so late. OTL. Exams are eeeeeeeeeeeeevil. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIL.
Country: Poland
Gender: Male
Starter pokémon: Piplup, female, named Pippy
Appearance:
Poland is relatively tall for his age, in fact, he’s just above average height. He has just-above shoulder length blonde hair, which he takes great pride in and washes almost every day. He’s relatively slim and, if you asked him, he would say his most brilliant feature are his eyes. Also, don’t expect to see him in trousers. Ever. He’s far more comfortable in skirts, no matter what other people might say.
Personality:
- Ditzy – Poland can be very slow at times, and come up with ideas that appear to be very dumb. That’s not to say he’s stupid… just not entirely all together. He will often go on crazy, long-winded missions to collect various things that he probably could have gotten some easier way. He just… didn’t think of it.
- Brave – While his bravery pays off most of the time, sometimes it is more of a burden. He doesn’t think before jumping into dangerous situations and gets himself into a lot of trouble. He’s going to get thoroughly beaten because of this. But hey, he’ll probably come back stronger for it. Probably.
- Determined – He will never ever give up, and will always come back after a fight. So, be careful if you challenge him. Even if he loses, he’ll probably just demand a rematch until he wins.
- Shallow – Not about other people, mind you. Just about himself. He is extremely proud of his looks.
- Loyal – Though he may not appear to at time, Poland cares a lot about the people close to him and he will do anything to protect them. Unsurprisingly, he manages to have the same loyalty to a few of his pokemon.
~~~~~~~
OOC information
Name: Just Poland is fine, but you’ll find people here will call me Popo, Popopo (yes, there is a difference) or Polly.
Age: 14
Time zone: GMT+- 0
~~~~~~~
Sample Post
The creature was relatively cute, all in all. It would have been better if she had been pink, or able to change her colour so she could match Poland’s outfits, but Poland supposed he could handle the blue. It looked somewhat like a penguin. Waddled like one, too. He was sitting on the grass in his back garden, watching it walk around, twittering as it went.
He patted the strange animal on the head absent-mindedly, staring at the strange red ball it had emerged from. It wasn’t any bigger than the size of his fist and he was amazed as to how the foot and a half longer animal was able to fit inside it comfortably. Maybe there was some sort of shrink ray, and the animal had an entire home inside there, complete with toilers, bathrooms, sofas and everything.
The animal patted Poland’s leg curiously just before he could drift off into his imagination as to what might be inside the ball, tilting her head to the side.
“Piplup?”
Poland pulled the little penguin thing onto his lap. “You’re, like, totally cute, you know? What are you though?” What did that professor guy say…?
“This is a pokemon, look after it and train it, You can use it to…” The elderly man was saying. He had summoned Poland to talk to him after the meteorite had crashed onto Earth, for he had been ‘chosen’ for something. He had been holding the little creature at the time, with the red ball on the table beside him.
Poland hadn’t really been listening; he was looking at his nails. They needed cutting and re-painting. What colour could he do this time? Pink was getting a little old, maybe purple? Yeah, purple was nice. He’d do them a light purple, like lilac, maybe. That sounded cool. He could match up some totally cool outfits with that. And he needed to go shopping, because his shoes were, like, wearing out and he needed some new ones, fast...
“Right, I trust you to take care of her, alright?” The man finished, dumping the creature in Poland’s arms and ushering him out the door. “Have fun!”
“Huh, maybe I should have, like, listened better,” Poland mused, patting the creature again. “So you’re a pokemon, right?”
“Pip, pip, piplup!”
“You are totally adorable. I’ll call you Pippy, k?” He stroked the newly christened Pippy, who tweeted appreciatively. “Now, let’s go and find out what you eat… Do you think that guy will kill me if I ask him to repeat his lecture?”
Sorry this is so late. OTL. Exams are eeeeeeeeeeeeevil. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIL.
