Post by LUCK FOXE on Dec 14, 2010 14:48:33 GMT -5
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{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]FULL NAME. luck raičević foxe.[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. he doesn't have many since luck is already short enough. notable nicknames that seem to have stuck are lucky and lulu. he's also been referred to as fox(e) for those that know his last name.
AGE. eighteen.
BIRTHDATE. july twenty-fourth.
GENDER. male.
SEXUALITY. gender doesn't really have much of an effect to what he considers 'love'. therefore, he's pretty much bisexual with a preference for women.
TRAINER CLASS. trainer & league contender.
- ORIGINAL.
FACE CLAIM:D. GRAY MAN
[b]LAVI[/b] - [i]luck foxe[/i]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
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{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY.[/b] rainy days, cooler weather, sweets, high fashion, stunts & tricks, traveling, namely electric types, leisure & lazy time, painting & drawing, talking, swimming, dry humor.Carefree would be the first thing to describe the excitable young adult. Despite his sheltered life and lack of interaction with other people, it was much more of a motivator than anything. Luck strove to break his social barriers and has managed to come out his withdrawn shell in the past years that he's started his rather uneventful journey as a trainer. While he is a rather outgoing person, the red-head is socially awkward and most of his conversations tend to take turns for the worse. This is most likely due to the fact that he has the hardest of times relating to others opinions and feelings, over analyzing simple things out of habit. With that said, he's pretty smart although his actions and words don't do him any justice.
Being as lively as he is, Luck tends to be spontaneous and erratic with his actions and oftentimes speaks before thinking. He says a lot that's pretty 'out there', but doesn't usually think twice about it since he's a straightforward - if not blunt - person. What usually interests him most if how people react to him. Luck is known for speaking or conversing with those who catch his interest via personality and emotions. Somehow, despite his rather frantic attention span, Luck gets bored fairly easily (people are not an exception to this). He's found ways to tie himself up other than watching television now. Most of these are quirks, such as twirling his hair, fiddling with his hands, counting his heartbeat and even making toys out of mundane items like napkins and rocks.
While he is visibly social, Luck still has that inside conflict that just can't help to bubble up on occasion and bring him mental harm. Sometimes, he sees it as just a facade to fit in, just as how his style of dress is. Nervousness often follows his every step up to the time that he approaches someone and from there, the signature grin and poker face work its way up. He hasn't dwelled on it much, considering that his words and speech are truly him. Not shy per se, but cautious is the better word. He doesn't trust as easily as he would like and will take a long time to be able to feel on an emotional level as someone else, making him pretty secretive as well. Though, if he was to hear something some someone, he'd believe it in a heartbeat. Any type of rumor or tell-tale, anything of the sort, Luck is listening and believing like a child being a told a story of the Legendaries. He's gullible to the max and will go digging for treasure if he's told there's a gold chest filled with nuggets right beneath him.
While he may not seem interested, Luck is generally concerned for everyone, whether they be a member from Anion or Rockets. There's no way that he could turn his back against a person or pokemon in need and is sometimes a little more interested in helping than what he should be. When it comes to friends or anyone close to him, he can be horribly over protective, over bearing even, though altogether, he means no harm. And while he does take heed to what other people want and the factor of teamwork and such, he can't help it that he's stubborn. It's just a part of his determined mind-set.
He's also got a pretty strange fixation for danger. Like a daredevil of some sort, he loves a challenge, whether it be a battle or just friendly competition. But what draws him in the most are things like heights, large bodies of water, or something to try and climb up on. It's all a part of the thrill, Luck would say.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION.Standing at a height of 5"9', he holds tight to an average build. He's a tad bit stringy and might even be called lanky to some considering Luck doesn't really have any definite muscle mass. The red-head has been striving for abs, but gave up so long ago, leaving him with a pretty flat, washboard tummy if that's of any importance. He has a fair, lightly tanned complexion and despite this, pales easily when nauseas and blushes can usually be seen tinting his cheeks.
A mop of bright red hair rests atop his head and in the sunlight, gives off an orange-ish sheen. It's thick and wispy and most of the time, is strung up in a 'bedhead' hairdo, considering that Luck usually just runs his fingers through it for the most part to undo a few tangles here and there. His hair fringes over his forehead and is a little lengthier at the sides, hanging lower to frame his cheeks. His hair usually covers the single bright green eye that's visible, as he wears an eyepatch for fashion purposes over his right eye. Although, if asked, he'd honestly admit he's got bad vision in that optic from "too much tv."
His clothes are mainly from the high fashion scene and he's become more and more critical of his appearance over the years. Since first impressions are everything, right?
DISLIKES. extremely hot summers, being too busy, awkward silences, reading for long periods of time, being alone, losing, being told what to do, robotic people, shameless flirting, criticism.
GOALS. to find his mother someday, actually make it to challenge the league, be satisfied with himself.
FEARS. ending up alone permanently, being trapped in small spaces, losing any of his pokemon, growing old.
SECRETS. he's heard fables and tales from his aunt and uncle about the kind of shady battling his father did, for reasons he doesn't even know himself, he wants to try it.
HISTORY.
[/justify]Remaining financially stable was difficult for Teagan and Grant Foxe, a newlywed teenage couple who had a small private wedding unknown to Teagan's traditional parents. The two were from entirely worlds - Teagan being brought up in a wealthy family while Grant, on the other hand, had been born and raised in the slums - a place worth less than mentioning to those of higher status. Despite the differences, Teagan saw true love in the other man's eyes and accepted his proposal at the age of seventeen. She left behind her life of leisure and money to pursue something more with her childhood love. Unknowingly, things began to go awry as soon as the two managed to get a small place together.
Grant, in a desperate attempt to earn cash for an easier life, turned to a pokemon fighting ring. The battles were conducted as one on one fights and the only rule was "not to land on your back." Given as if the pokemon did, you lost automatically and the win (along with the cash prize) went to the opposing fighter. These battles were much harsher than usual though, some pokemon permanently injured from these brawls. As Grant continued to battle, he rose to fame in the small battling rinks, his companion - an Onix - also worked his way up in skill. He brought a fair amount of money home every other night, pleasing Teagan while telling the young women that he earned everything fair and square with his office job in the town center. If only that was true.
Keeping his double life a secret proved to be harder than expected once his wife ended up pregnant at the age of nineteen. It had been two years since Grant earned his undefeated ranking in the rink and somehow had fallen in love with the rather brutal battles as well as the constant training with his Onix. Buying items to prepare for their upcoming bundle of joy was even more difficult, as those who recognized him sought out his attention and wanted the story behind the vixen who was pregnant with child that he seemed to be escorting. Teagan sensed something odd about her husband's 'work hours' and how often slunk off in the night to finish up late night projects. She paid no mind to it. It was getting the bills paid and stocking their shelves with food.
Time passed and Teagan gave birth to a baby boy which they both affectionately named Luck. The boy held the looks of his ever-busy father who wasn't there to witness the initial birth, but was around for the naming. The woman began to fret that her husband was losing interest in her, but she realized that wasn't true while watching the news one afternoon. She finally found out that her instincts were right and could only watch the channel, horrified, as Rangers and Police had busted the rink, arresting the many contenders there - Grant being one of them.
Luck was a year old when he began being passed back and forth from center, to center for childcare. Teagan was too afraid to return to her parents and had left the child in care of strangers in order to work. This continued for four years. The young boy was passed onto a neighbor to be watched, only to find that his mother never returned for him. The stress of being a single parent proved much too hard and it turned out that Teagan had abandoned everything only to land in ruins. Luck was reassured by his new guardians who called themselves his Uncle and Aunt. He learned to love them as his own parents, although the yearn for his mother was something that took long to overcome.
By the age of eleven, his 'Aunt' and 'Uncle' were raising in age as well and often times, too tired to pay him much mind. He received food to keep the edge off his hunger and all the essentials needed. All except one of interaction. A 'hello', 'goodbye', or 'how are you doing' seemed fair enough, but he longed for attention. The television had become his best friend and he'd spend countless hours staring into the screen. Noticing the lethargic boy, his guardians both agreed to get him something to keep his hopes up. Something there for all the interaction they couldn't give him. A Pokemon - namely so, a small and feeble Electrike.
In a way, it taught Luck how to be independent and self-sufficient. He continued to grow into maturity with the pokemon and had evolved the pokemon, named Static, a year later.
Age fifteen, life mulled on slowly. After watching tournaments on television which was his favorite pass time, he voiced what he wanted to do to his guardians. Become a trainer. Figuring it would be best for him, they let gave him a start of money and beginning items before letting him set out on his own.
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{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. alto <3[/size][/color]
EXPERIENCE. ffff. um. a month? got back from a looooooong hiatus.
OTHER CHARACTERS. sorry, come again later.
MEMBER TITLE. karma charger.
CONTACT INFORMATION. err... i'm cbox shy, so reach me through pm. from there, i'll give you any msn or aim if you want it.
OTHER INFORMATION. hurrhurr. nothin', yo.oh, yeah, that history is probably tl;dr.no, no, lemme rephrase. i bet everything's tl;dr. except for the sample, lolololol. BX
SECRET PHRASE. gary oak ain't got nuffin on me. >B|
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.What was up with females and dark alleyways? Didn't they watch movies? Did they not know how dangerous it was for their weak little minds and frail bodies? Sage glanced down the dark corner out the corner of his eye, lips curling up in interest as he watched the young lady and the five other men. Hell, being the typical male, he was sure he knew what on their minds. But proudly, Sage raised his head and took a step forward. He wasn't the typically-average male. Oh, he was more than that. Now, it was time to go be prince charming and whisk the fair lady off her feet in order to save her from the intimidating brutes.
"I was lookin' for you!" Sage called out to the attractive female, staring her down with each and every fast movement he made before scowling at the men. As he approached, he reached his arm out and tossed it casually over her shoulder, pulling her back roughly as he stepped defensively in front of her. "I suggest that you all back the hell off, she's just a girl. My girl, to be exact." Sage knew if the chick didn't immediately run off after he came to her 'rescue', she was going to point out his odd method of saving her. Without waiting for much of a response from the other, he turned back to face the woman, smiling wryly. "Damn, I ain't never seen you 'round before. Always nice to see a new face," He whispered to her quietly and he jerked her forward with a quick shove and back out the alley.
Now, Sage didn't regret just wandering around the Tokyo district like a lost puppy. At least there was something worthwhile around here - not to mention in a dank alley at that. Almost instantly, he had forgotten about the men as if they hadn't existed. talk about a short attention span Right now, he wanted to know what was going through her mind...even if she did just plan on turning tail and walking. "Women, I'll never understand. If ya don't mind me askin', what the hell possessed you to go through there? - especially lookin' like that. You lackin' common sense?" He wasn't particularly trying to come off as disrespectful, but the edge in his voice was unmistakable. Habitually, he tensed up, expecting for a hit or a slap or something. He'd pretty much gotten use to the factor that girls obviously didn't like being talked about. Though, if that was the case, why did they do such...stupid things?
Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for her response, hoping that she had some type of good reason to justify her actions. Hey, if things worked out in his favor maybe he could get her name...number...or address.
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