Post by ASAR HASAN on Dec 12, 2010 13:13:48 GMT -5
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♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]FULL NAME. Asar Hasan[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. Az, Ass, Assy, Has-An-Ass,
AGE. Twenty eight
BIRTHDATE. February fifteenth
GENDER. Male
SEXUALITY. Homosexual
TRAINER CLASS. Water Gym Leader
- CANON
FACE CLAIM:KUROSHITSUJI
[b]SOMA[/b] – [i]asar hasan[/i]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY.[/b]
Asar flows like the water his pokémon are so fond of. Not in the way that he moves from place to place but in the way that he adapts to fit how he needs to. He's used to having to take on roles he doesn't want to, to having the ideals of others shoved down his throat and so he accepts them. He tries his best not to judge and leave people to their own devices. People are allowed to think what they want as they please and who is he to tell them that they are not allowed the same freedoms that he is allowed? Who is he to stifle their spirit? Even when they're cursing his name he'll just smile softly and bow to them. Infuriating, no? He likes to think so, at least. For his acceptance doesn't mean he likes it, as some people seem to forget. Does he like those who curse him? Probably not unless he knows them directly. Does he like those who tormented him when he was a child? Definitely not.
For inside the politeness is passion. You can't see the current beneath the water even when the sea rages. Asar feels very strongly about certain thins, he's just too polite to show it. It's incredibly hard for him to not be biased in things, it's hard for him as a Gym Leader to not get involved in the affairs of both the Teams that have decided to wage war around the region – but he manages it. Self control is a must for him. He is strong, he is controlled, he is calm. He must be, or he has failed in some way or another. Wanting to infuriate people is only the half of it. Asar has a problem where he feels if he cannot control himself then he is failing those around him. He doesn't see why he got the position of leader and as such is constantly trying to stretch himself to his limits. This includes how he acts. If he can control how he acts everything else will fall into place – including how others act around him. A foolish notion he knows but an impulsive one. If people see him as strong they will respect him for it...Or that's what he hopes for.
Despite the inner battle he's always quiet. He doesn't really raise his voice unless it's to be heard during battle. It suits him. A calm smile and a quiet voice are a part of him that he wears like another pair of shoes. Oh, look at Asar, he's such a nice, quiet boy, they always said. It made him feel good so it stuck like a bad habit. It means you have to actually pay attention to him to hear what he says when he speaks but it can be calming. He's very proud of that fact. Call him a fool and call him vain but he uses it to his full advantage (which, admittedly, consists of giving the trainers that come to his gym a drink of ice tea and a chat before any battling takes place). There's always calm before the storm, they say.
Though in his case it's not really a storm, though he can be like a storm. Asar picks people up. Any trainer that wants to intern at his Gym is welcome to. Any trainer that a little down on their luck and wants a place to stay for the night is welcome. He's like a mother hen with her chicks, constantly fussing about them. He's just as quick to give them a boot to the rear and send them on their way if they've over stayed their welcome. Because he accepts who people are he can very easily overlook their bad points. Which means he's very easy to manipulate. Driven by his emotions rather than his head half the time he's an easy target. The number of innocent faces he's fallen for and allowed into his bed is beginning to grow to the point where it's at a number that's very tempting for people to throw it in his face.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION.
Effeminate (even with his height of 5'10 and washboard body which is nothing more than taught muscle and sinew) and very, very flamboyant. Asar makes it painfully obvious that he likes the shinies and he does nothing to help himself. Everything gold, everything in finely made and most of it...Well, most of it doesn't quite cover everything. A lot of his 'shirts' are just open jackets that he covers up with scarves. The rest is all high coloured and embroidered, very manly. Still, he gets away with it. Just. The earrings (gold, of course), the bangles, the bead necklaces...Everything manages to just go with his dark skin and dark hair. The hair is the bane of his existence. Curled just enough that it has the habit of dangling in front of his eyes and sticking up in little tufts at the back where he can't see. For someone who adores elegance it's practically disheartening.
● Swimming
● Men
● Fine dining
● Iced tea
● Lilies
DISLIKES.
● Electric type pokémon
● Cold mornings
● Team Anion/Rocket
● Rice
● Homophobes
GOALS.
● Live long and enjoy life
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FEARS.
● Hemophobic – is sick at the sight of blood
● Dying
SECRETS.
● He suffers from bouts of sickness, he's terrified it'll cost him his position
HISTORY.[/ul]
His earliest memory is watching the rain. They were moving, again, to a different region than before. Grandfather was ill, he needed to be in a nice place to get better so they were moving with him. It didn't make any sense to the small boy. They were leaving because of a man he'd seen very little of in his short life. Did the old man really mean that much? To Asar he was a stern man, an unapproachable man. He was the man who'd told his mother that he'd had his fingers in the cookie jar one time, he was the man who only gave him vouchers on his birthday. He didn't want to go. Asar threw tantrums and fought back. He unpacked the bags when they were packed and for the first time since he was a baby he acted out of turn. His parents were shocked. He wasn't allowed out of his last day at school like they planned and he wasn't allowed those extra few hours before they left to say goodbye to his friends. It was the only thing they could think of to punish him for his behaviour.
Three car rides, one flight on a plan and a train ride later he was in a new world. No old friends, no new friends, a different school nearly two terms into the school year and worst of all he had to share it with his Grandfather. They drove through Buna, his mother pointed places and shops out to him, his father sang to him to cheer him up and still he sat gloomy and upset in the back of the car, face buried in Dewgong stuffed toy, dreading having to say hello. It took them ten minutes to make him get out of the car and he only came out because they told him it was a rental and if he stayed much longer they'd send it back with him in it. Buna was nothing like he was expecting. The house was nothing like he was expecting. Of course the family could afford it but father had never liked to flaunt their money. This house was big. More bedrooms than he thought they needed and it had an aquarium. A small aquarium, in what they called his Grandfather's study.
He adored it. After everyone had been introduced and settled in he spent every waking moment at home waiting for his Grandfather to leave the study so he could into it and watch the Lumineon dance. There was even a Mantyke and Luvdisc and, and...And then the school term started and he was made to ignore the tank for a while. He never realised that his Grandfather used to walk in after him and wipe off the condensation and fingerprints he left behind. School was so much worse than home. He had a strange name and a strange face and to make matter worse he was behind the rest of the class. It was easier at home when his father explained thins to him and never told him off when he didn't get it the first time. He wasn't stupid. He just didn't get it as quickly as the other kids did.
His grades got lower and lower until finally his parents took notice and spoke to him about it. They had his class changed, they helped him with his homework more...His Grandfather gave him a Piplup. On the condition that he wouldn't ignore his school work, of course but the little boy was ecstatic. He had a pokémon before all the others in his class! They'd be so jealous and they'd forget all about what he looked like! It didn't work and he laughs about it now but things changed. His friends at school changed, he learnt how to pick things up quicker and he almost never went to visit the aquarium. By the time he was fifteen he was already interning at the Gym and getting ready to leave for his own adventure. The Piplup had become an Prinplup. To be honest Asar still didn't think that he and his Grandfather would ever get along they argued more as the years went by) but at least he didn't hide around a corner when the other man came down a hallway any more.
As it happens he was on his journey when his Grandfather died, leaving the house and quite a lot of the family shares and fortune to him. Asar was seventeen. It shocked him into coming back to Buna, forgetting the idea of travelling the region and instead, not wanting to be away from his family, had the idea of interning fully at the Gym. It sounded simple enough, they welcomed him back with open arms and he was set to go. He would never say he was one of the best back then, he wasn't. He started out being the first trainer challengers would have to face. You worked your way up through the Gym. It wasn't your potential that was judged but your ability. He earned his spot as the last Gym Trainer the Challenger had to face through hard work. Daily training took up most of his time and when he was beating the leader the majority of the time he faced her it was decided. Sara of Buna Gym retired, appointing Asar Gym Leader in her stead. He's at the top of his game, two years on, and he'll tell anyone who asks that he's still improving. He doesn't always win, he doesn't always loose, and he won't use more pokémon then the challenger or more advanced tactics than they're used to. He hopes that, eventually, his Gym won't be a gym you have to face at a certain level but one you can face whenever you're ready or nearby. Still, he'll do his best to toss the cocky ones out the door before they have a chance to fight. [/blockquote][/size][/color]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. Nessa[/size][/color]
EXPERIENCE. Three or four years
OTHER CHARACTERS. Marie Tessier
MEMBER TITLE.
CONTACT INFORMATION. Pm, if you would, please
OTHER INFORMATION. None
SECRET PHRASE. GARYMOTHER FUCKIN'OAK!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
She loved this. Really. She'd not been in a proper cave - and that hadn't been a cave but a well - since she was...since she was...Little! "It's so big!" she squealed, hands holding down the edges of the thick coat she wore. They'd been in there for over half an hour now. Thins were going just swimmingly. Marie laughed, shuffling forwards with tiny little steps so she didn't fall over anything (as she'd done earlier) as she made her way next to the slightly glowing path that Horace was leaving. He didn't mind the dark and neither did Victor. Though Victor was probably just having a good time sneaking up to the wild pokemon he could find and scaring them half to death with his big eyes. But it wasn't really a proper cave because it wasn't dripping and there wasn't nearly enough creepy noises for it to be scary. Caves just had to have scary noises and dripping ceilings! It was dark, though.
"Victor! Victor, get back here!" Victor was too busy to do that, though. He grinned, sharp teeth not even glinting in the dark as he continued on down the corridor in front of them. There was something else down there and he was going to find it. Marie pouted when he didn't appear around the corner as he usually did. Well, it had seemed like a good idea to send him forwards to make sure there was nothing big and scary around the corner. He just had to come back or they would be totally lost and he wouldn't be able to find them again...She sighed. This was horrible of him. She paused long enough to stamp her foot before scampering off after him, any thoughts about keeping her new coat clean forgotten in the sheer fun of having something to pull herself over and around. She was probably covered in cobwebs and dust now and smudged and everything. It was wonderful.
Victor giggled. Marie had always said it was far too human a sound to come from a Gastly, but still adorable. There was someone else here. Someone who was not his Marie. "Victor!" He grumbled. Well, with his Marie screaming in the background there was no way he was going to be able to scare them. Instead he floated into their ring of light just to grin at them. Three of them. "Victor!" With dexterity that a round ball of gas should not have possessed he twisted his face into making an impression of her cry, whistling before floating backwards. She was going to be so glad he'd found them.
"There you are! Where did you run off to?" Marie cooed, reaching out to pat him as he came closer. Horace just huffed and stopped, entire body slouching as he waited. He was getting fed up of being ignored, to be honest. Victor whistled and leant into the hand, screeching about the person and her pokemon he'd just found. Sometimes Marie just wished she could understand him. "You're going to make me deaf - oh! Oh! Hello over there!" Peering she discovered the faint glow of light ahead, getting stronger, as it happened. "Are you exploring as well?"
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and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
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