Post by Alfred F. Jones on Aug 17, 2011 18:10:40 GMT -5
Name/Country: Alfred F. Jones (The United States of America)
Pokémon Team:
Starter: Sparks was Alfred’s first Pokémon. He did not capture him or receive him from a Professor, rather, the Pikachu followed him on its own.
Background:
Relations: ((Can I keep this blank for a bit, if that’s alright? Probably gotta’ consult with some people first and sorta’ just add to this as it goes along.))
Role: Newbie Trainer
Other:
Sample: ((This is the sample I usually use. I hope it’s okay that it’s from a Gakuen universe.))
Pokémon Team:
Pikachu ♂ (LV. 20 / Brave Nature) -- Sparks• Found in the wild
• Named after several days of debate when he shocked Alfred out of a daze with some sparks, which were all the Pikachu could seem to manage at the time
• Easily excitable
• Loves to nap on Alfred’s head or shoulder
Munchlax ♂ (LV. 5 / Relaxed Nature) -- Georgie• Given to him as an egg by a professor whom of which is acquainted with his father
• Named after his father, whose name is actually George, but it sounded strange to Alfred as just ‘George’, so he made it more cute
• Has an aloof air about him
• Tends to take Alfred’s food when he’s not looking
Starter: Sparks was Alfred’s first Pokémon. He did not capture him or receive him from a Professor, rather, the Pikachu followed him on its own.
Background:
Alfred went through his childhood having been clipped of his metaphorical wings from the beginning. His mother, for one, was strict and overprotective, so much so that he hardly had the opportunity to explore even his front doorstep on his own. His father, on the other hand, while willing to give the young boy more freedom, usually went along with what his mother declared. ‘Mother knows best’, was a phrase often repeated in his household. Even so, he wanted nothing more than to rid of his restrictions and go venturing out into the world.
These ideals of his were only highlighted when he met Sparks for the first time.
When he was rather young, around the age of six, he’d wandered off and out of his town on his own, despite his parents’ constant warnings not to do so. It may have been a bit of a rebellion on his part. He felt caged in. Eventually, Alfred made his way out to a clearing, all smiles. This was unexplored territory for him, and it excited him.
Unfortunately, he was just as klutzy as he was excited. He ended up not watching where he was going at all and running right into a Raticate. As Alfred was sent toppling forward onto his behind, the Pokémon shrieked at him. He turned to the creature, eyes wide with fear and curiosity at the same time. He couldn’t tell it was enraged, but it still frightened him. Horror stricken, he began to cry. Though he was hiding his face and didn’t see a lot of what happened, a Pikachu had come to his rescue, doing minimal damage to the Raticate with its sparks, but just enough to get it to flee. By the time Alfred was peeking out from between his fingers, the very same Pikachu was peering up at him. Shocked, he hiccupped and fell backwards. The Pikachu took this opportunity to crawl on top of him and lick at his cheek, namely his tears. Giggling from how much that tickled, Alfred hugged Pikachu close to him. It was what seemed to be an instant friendship.
After having to go home eventually, he came back home, having several scratches littered about his legs, bruised arms and streaks all over his face from where there was dirt and either tears or where Pikachu had licked him. Pikachu had followed him home, not willing to part.
Due to his mother being so overly protective of him, even more so after the spectacle, he was permitted to keep the Pikachu as a pet and nothing more. While he was overjoyed at the fact that he was allowed to keep his new friend by his side, he also couldn’t resist the temptations to stray once again and experience the thrill that had rushed through his veins during his previous expedition; he did just that. Whenever he had the chance, he and Sparks would sneak off into the grasses. For four years, Alfred trained Sparks in secret. It was difficult, considering how limited his opportunities were, but having his brave new companion always trucking along behind him, climbing up onto his shoulder and plopping down onto his head, occasionally giving him a shock or two to get his attention, he could be patient.
That didn’t stop him from pleading with his mother for the chance to eventually go out on his own, however. Though his mother set down the line, he constantly spoke with her in attempt to convince her that he was getting to the point in his life where he and Sparks could go out into the world, and he would be perfectly safe. Alfred was so desperate that it came to the point when, on his ninth birthday, he asked for one present and one present only: to be able to go on a journey with his Pikachu.
His mother replied to him instantly, shooting down the idea as quickly as always. His father, on the other hand, was silent. He remained silent for a short while as Alfred’s mother lectured him on how dangerous the world was, along with how he was so young and ignorant to the world, before he finally spoke up. He said for the first time that he believed going out into the world would be good for Alfred.
There was a bit of an argument on the matter, but once all was said and done, Alfred was at last permitted to leave home when he turned ten.
Relations: ((Can I keep this blank for a bit, if that’s alright? Probably gotta’ consult with some people first and sorta’ just add to this as it goes along.))
Role: Newbie Trainer
Other:
► Alfred will keep his Pokémon outside of their balls when he can help it. He doesn’t like the idea of them being crammed in there alone for such drawn out periods of time. He finds it more fun and friendly to travel alongside them.
► Alfred will very rarely say no to a battle. The only scenario in which he would might be if his Pokémon were severely injured and he was rushing them to a Pokémon Center amidst someone challenging him.
► Alfred is a bit oblivious to the world. This could be attributed to how much he was kept from the world when he was younger. While he did a lot of reading on various different subjects, he’s still not as well informed as he could be, especially in the subject of Pokémon.
Sample: ((This is the sample I usually use. I hope it’s okay that it’s from a Gakuen universe.))
Alfred grinned to himself, blue optics practically shimmering with amusement as he glanced up from his handiwork and gazed at the Englishman on the opposite side of the room.
Arthur was actually paying attention to the class lecture, of course. So studious, so like him.. vastly different in comparison to Alfred, who was currently busying himself in making a paper airplane out of the very important study guide that the teacher whose voice was growing more and more distant had handed out a mere two minutes previously.
Why was the blond making a paper airplane? Well, for two reasons. One, he was bored out of his mind. Two, whenever Arthur happened to be focused on something, he always felt so compelled to break that focus. It was something Alfred found to be endless amounts fun, especially with the interesting and amusing ways he reacted.
He began to put on the final touches to the small, makeshift plane, his fingers pressing carefully and precisely against the creases as if he'd repeated the motion a hundred times.
The American was just about ready to send it on its first and final take off before caught a bit of movement to his side as the teacher at the front of the room directed all her attention to the board. He turned his head, finding his friend, Kiku, eying him with wide, dark eyes. The raven haired teen was shaking his head and hands in an exasperated, desperate way. It was clear that he knew exactly what Alfred was planning on doing.
In response, Alfred almost laughed, but fortunately remembered to mind his volume. Instead, he simply grinned, pointing at his paper airplane, making some sort of whooshing example with his hand and then pointing to Arthur, as if this was supposed to be something to reassure him.
Kiku frowned deeply at this, shaking his head even more insistently than before.
Regardless of the other's silent protests, he stuck out his tongue, a look of deep concentration setting on his features, aimed, and let it slip away from his fingers, all too knowingly setting himself up for an angry lecture after class.
Heck, Alfred thought to himself as the plane, having been thrown so skillfully, nestled in the somewhat tousled hair of the back of the slowly but surely scowling teen's head. He flashed the older student a brilliant smile just as he turned to face him, regardless of how much of a contrast his expression was. Anything if I can get Arthur to pay attention to me instead of his stupid school work.