Post by Nikolai Thomassen on Aug 6, 2011 7:53:52 GMT -5
Name/Country: Nikolai Thomassen // Norway
Pokemon Team:
Starter: Sneasel.
Background:
Born and raised in the north, Nikolai's childhood consisted of playing outdoors in the mild summers, exploring the lush mountains in which his family's home was nestled. It was there he learned how to swim and sail, surrounded on all sides by the beauty of the fjords. The winters taught him to survive, and camping excursions with his family in the summers showed him how to live off the land and gave him a respect for nature and pokemon that remains with him to this day.
At age ten, his parents gave him the option of going off on his own pokemon journey as a trainer, and he thought long and hard about it, but ended up declining. It was rather a good thing too, since over the course of the years leading up to when he was twelve, his mother divorced his father and remarried, and amidst the confusion and whirlwind of emotions Nikolai was faced with, he found himself with a new father, but also a new little brother, Einar. As boys, they had occasionally played with each other in the fleeting warm months, but now, this was a full-time deal. Nikolai adopted the role of older brother and mentor, and he always made sure to take care of his little brother.
It wasn't until he was fifteen that he left home in search of adventures. He at first dabbled in battling, then in contests, but neither seemed to feel right to him. He saw others in each field of training perfectly happy, as if they had found their one true calling, but he merely found himself content rather than truly satisfied. Eventually he met a Professor and got to talking with the old man. When he mentioned he had a spot as an intern open, Nikolai accepted apathetically. He figured that he might as well try it out; what did he have to lose, anyway? The Professor appointed him to field work at age sixteen, and for the last five years, he has been gathering information on pokemon and genuinely loving it.
Relations:
Role: Interned to a Pokemon Professor; field researcher
Other: He's rather sensitive to warm weather. If the temperature rises above 20° C (about 70° F), his mood takes a turn for the worse and he complains about it constantly.
Sample:
The morning was a pristine blue, with smudges of purple on the undersides of the clouds as they meandered without a care in the world across the great basin of the sky.
Nikolai turned over and buried his face in his sleeping bag. Yes, he was awake, but no, he wasn't going to get up. It was too bright, and he was still tired. Yet he knew that he had to crawl out of his makeshift bed sooner or later, for there was work to be done today. Grudgingly, he counted down from ten in his head, slowing down as he hit tre… to… en…
Mustering up what little willpower he had in the mornings, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed the sand out of his eyes, blinking away the blinding first glance of sunshine. Once he was able to look around, he couldn't help but smile as he took in the unparalleled beauty of mountains on the horizon. He stood up and stretched away the usual soreness in his shoulders after sleeping on the ground, and as he brushed his teeth, he fished his Pokedex out of his bag and scrolled through it, cataloguing mentally the pokemon he might encounter today.
He inhaled through his nose, the crisp air tickling his lungs as he did. There was no one around; the very edges of his lips curled up in the slightest, and a faint smile graced his face. The only thing that would make this morning better would be a cup of coffee, but he had none. Still, it was a beautiful, promising day, and Nikolai was glad he hadn't slept through it.
Pokemon Team:
- A rather mischievous Sneasel named Haakon. He never ceases to keep Nikolai busy with his antics, but despite this, they share a close bond that only comes from being a person's first pokemon.
- A Froslass named Skadi. She is a vain, proud creature, sometimes to the point of disobedience. Nonetheless, Nikolai is usually always patient with her. However, when she does decide that battling is worth her while, she puts her best effort into the fight.
- A relatively useless Wailmer, ironically but optimistically named Jormungand, after the fearsome Midgard Serpent of legend. Despite Nikolai's best attempts, he remains only good at carrying people across water, and being much too cheery when doing so.
Starter: Sneasel.
Background:
Born and raised in the north, Nikolai's childhood consisted of playing outdoors in the mild summers, exploring the lush mountains in which his family's home was nestled. It was there he learned how to swim and sail, surrounded on all sides by the beauty of the fjords. The winters taught him to survive, and camping excursions with his family in the summers showed him how to live off the land and gave him a respect for nature and pokemon that remains with him to this day.
At age ten, his parents gave him the option of going off on his own pokemon journey as a trainer, and he thought long and hard about it, but ended up declining. It was rather a good thing too, since over the course of the years leading up to when he was twelve, his mother divorced his father and remarried, and amidst the confusion and whirlwind of emotions Nikolai was faced with, he found himself with a new father, but also a new little brother, Einar. As boys, they had occasionally played with each other in the fleeting warm months, but now, this was a full-time deal. Nikolai adopted the role of older brother and mentor, and he always made sure to take care of his little brother.
It wasn't until he was fifteen that he left home in search of adventures. He at first dabbled in battling, then in contests, but neither seemed to feel right to him. He saw others in each field of training perfectly happy, as if they had found their one true calling, but he merely found himself content rather than truly satisfied. Eventually he met a Professor and got to talking with the old man. When he mentioned he had a spot as an intern open, Nikolai accepted apathetically. He figured that he might as well try it out; what did he have to lose, anyway? The Professor appointed him to field work at age sixteen, and for the last five years, he has been gathering information on pokemon and genuinely loving it.
Relations:
- Einar: his step-brother and blood brother. Being four years older, Nikolai feels he should still be protective of little Einar, especially after his accident.
- Denmark: pending
- Other Nordics: pending
Role: Interned to a Pokemon Professor; field researcher
Other: He's rather sensitive to warm weather. If the temperature rises above 20° C (about 70° F), his mood takes a turn for the worse and he complains about it constantly.
Sample:
The morning was a pristine blue, with smudges of purple on the undersides of the clouds as they meandered without a care in the world across the great basin of the sky.
Nikolai turned over and buried his face in his sleeping bag. Yes, he was awake, but no, he wasn't going to get up. It was too bright, and he was still tired. Yet he knew that he had to crawl out of his makeshift bed sooner or later, for there was work to be done today. Grudgingly, he counted down from ten in his head, slowing down as he hit tre… to… en…
Mustering up what little willpower he had in the mornings, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed the sand out of his eyes, blinking away the blinding first glance of sunshine. Once he was able to look around, he couldn't help but smile as he took in the unparalleled beauty of mountains on the horizon. He stood up and stretched away the usual soreness in his shoulders after sleeping on the ground, and as he brushed his teeth, he fished his Pokedex out of his bag and scrolled through it, cataloguing mentally the pokemon he might encounter today.
He inhaled through his nose, the crisp air tickling his lungs as he did. There was no one around; the very edges of his lips curled up in the slightest, and a faint smile graced his face. The only thing that would make this morning better would be a cup of coffee, but he had none. Still, it was a beautiful, promising day, and Nikolai was glad he hadn't slept through it.
