Post by Amand on Jun 14, 2010 9:01:57 GMT 2
Character information
Country: Lithuania
Human Name: Toris Lorinaitis
Gender: Male
Starter pokémon: Bulbasaur. Male
Appearance: May post picture up later
He stands at around 172 centimeters, with brown shoulder length hair and forest green eyes. He is most often seen with a kind face and is modestly clothed for travel. On rare occasions he wears a green apron kept in a satchel that he always carries with him.
Personality:
He is often described as being kind, caring and considerate of others. Though with matters that concern himself, he is oblivious. Speaking with a small and quite voice, he is humble, and when asked for favours he almost always complies finding it difficult to say no. For some reason he is almost unnaturally obedient. When a direct order comes into play he also finds it difficult to disobey. Others describe him to be almost too nice, which is why he is easy to take advantage of.
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OOC information
Name: Amandé. Pronounced a - man - day. Though friends often call me panda
Age: 19, turning 20 in November
Time zone: Mountain Standard Time - Arizona
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Sample Post
Lithuania wondered what to make of the creature, as he watched it eat the spicy poffin calmly. It seemed to enjoy that particular flavour most out of all the other flavoured poffins he had tried to make for him. Though, Lithuania mused, closing his eyes, smiling softly. Its range of emotion is limited . . .
The green little monster made a small sound, stepping back, its red eyes peering up at his trainer once more.
"Oh! Are you full? . . . " It blinked once
"Well . . . Thats good. I will pack the rest away for later then" Two blinks
Lithuania moved back with the small dish to store away in some tupper ware, removing the apron he used, folding it neatly to place back in his satchel. He then let his thoughts wander to earlier that morning when receiving his very first pokémon.
Lithuania carefully looked over each round container, each holding a different creature with powers over a specific element. Bulbasaur, Squirtle and Charmander. He really had know idea how to choose something this important. Important, at least that was how the gray haired professor had described it. He was about to choose a companion, not just something to win battles and contests.
'Alright . . . Choose carefully ' He reminded himself and soon eliminated the pokémon Charmander. He was not very fond of fire and even took special precautions to ensure he was not burned while cooking.
So Squirtle or Bulbasaur . . . Squirtle, if he could remember, looked something like a water turtle.
His face took on a look of fear, with memories coming back to him from his childhood. Having to clean a smelly, dirty fish tank with a close pin pinching the bridge of his nose and tears rolling down his cheeks. He quickly passed by that pokémon, letting his hand hover over the container holding Bulbasaur for only a second, before determinedly letting his hand firmly grasp it to hold it up.
The old professor was a very patient man, and smiled warmly at him.
"Bulbasaur, good choice. That pokémon is a grass type. Strong against water types yet weak against fire types. Its a good starter pokémon for new trainers "
Lithuania then snapped out of his thoughts, when he felt a light weight scrambling up his back with much difficulty, and rest on his right shoulder. He turned to see, what would have been considered a happy expression on Bulbasaur's face and Lithuania gave a small laugh, taking Bulbasaur to cradle in his arms.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
His pokémon gave him a happy purr of agreement while being held.
Lithuania smiled. "Alright" He was happy with his choice
"Lets go, Bulbasaur . . "
Then they were off
Country: Lithuania
Human Name: Toris Lorinaitis
Gender: Male
Starter pokémon: Bulbasaur. Male
Appearance: May post picture up later
He stands at around 172 centimeters, with brown shoulder length hair and forest green eyes. He is most often seen with a kind face and is modestly clothed for travel. On rare occasions he wears a green apron kept in a satchel that he always carries with him.
Personality:
He is often described as being kind, caring and considerate of others. Though with matters that concern himself, he is oblivious. Speaking with a small and quite voice, he is humble, and when asked for favours he almost always complies finding it difficult to say no. For some reason he is almost unnaturally obedient. When a direct order comes into play he also finds it difficult to disobey. Others describe him to be almost too nice, which is why he is easy to take advantage of.
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OOC information
Name: Amandé. Pronounced a - man - day. Though friends often call me panda
Age: 19, turning 20 in November
Time zone: Mountain Standard Time - Arizona
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Sample Post
Lithuania wondered what to make of the creature, as he watched it eat the spicy poffin calmly. It seemed to enjoy that particular flavour most out of all the other flavoured poffins he had tried to make for him. Though, Lithuania mused, closing his eyes, smiling softly. Its range of emotion is limited . . .
The green little monster made a small sound, stepping back, its red eyes peering up at his trainer once more.
"Oh! Are you full? . . . " It blinked once
"Well . . . Thats good. I will pack the rest away for later then" Two blinks
Lithuania moved back with the small dish to store away in some tupper ware, removing the apron he used, folding it neatly to place back in his satchel. He then let his thoughts wander to earlier that morning when receiving his very first pokémon.
Lithuania carefully looked over each round container, each holding a different creature with powers over a specific element. Bulbasaur, Squirtle and Charmander. He really had know idea how to choose something this important. Important, at least that was how the gray haired professor had described it. He was about to choose a companion, not just something to win battles and contests.
'Alright . . . Choose carefully ' He reminded himself and soon eliminated the pokémon Charmander. He was not very fond of fire and even took special precautions to ensure he was not burned while cooking.
So Squirtle or Bulbasaur . . . Squirtle, if he could remember, looked something like a water turtle.
His face took on a look of fear, with memories coming back to him from his childhood. Having to clean a smelly, dirty fish tank with a close pin pinching the bridge of his nose and tears rolling down his cheeks. He quickly passed by that pokémon, letting his hand hover over the container holding Bulbasaur for only a second, before determinedly letting his hand firmly grasp it to hold it up.
The old professor was a very patient man, and smiled warmly at him.
"Bulbasaur, good choice. That pokémon is a grass type. Strong against water types yet weak against fire types. Its a good starter pokémon for new trainers "
Lithuania then snapped out of his thoughts, when he felt a light weight scrambling up his back with much difficulty, and rest on his right shoulder. He turned to see, what would have been considered a happy expression on Bulbasaur's face and Lithuania gave a small laugh, taking Bulbasaur to cradle in his arms.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
His pokémon gave him a happy purr of agreement while being held.
Lithuania smiled. "Alright" He was happy with his choice
"Lets go, Bulbasaur . . "
Then they were off