Post by tsifan on Sept 9, 2010 3:49:07 GMT -5
Full Name: Richard / Steele
Nicknames: Richie (He no longer goes by this), Steele
Age: 17
Height: 3’8”
Weight: 102lb
Gender: Male
Race: Lucario (Pokémon)
Alliance: Morally Good
Home: He has no more
Franchise: Pokémon Main Series
Physical Description: He is a slightly shorter than usual Lucario due to not being fully aged to development. His eye color is a deep purple color that matches a fine violet, but under lighting it shows to be a dark, dark rose pink. His fur coloration is followed as the normal scale goes as his head, arms, and lower half if covered with blue fur along with his tail. He has similar face markings of the Lucario, although around the edges of his ‘mask’ is ridges a bit from fur overgrowth there and falls lower almost as if sideburns. His head fur only tufts slightly as it points outwards, but nothing more. His ‘dreadlocks’ are a tad abnormally smaller than usual, however it’s mostly due to the fact he isn’t fully grown yet most likely. His yellow furry chest is much smoother compared to the majority population of Lucarios as it shows his lightly toned chest, and to add on that his chest spike is smaller due to him literally filing at it to reduce its size. His arm muscles only show to the slightest. His thighs aren’t much to show any difference, but his tail is actually longer and has similarities to even more similarities to foxes. His legs are a tad muscled and his feet are a little bigger than usual. Wrapped around is neck is a brown scarf that looks similar to a Furret’s coat, mostly because it IS a furret’s coat. Its thickness allows it to enable as a Defense Scarf.
Weapons: He is capable of fighting hand to hand
Abilities/Powers: He can use Aura and Telepathy. He can use light electric powers, but nothing extreme besides him attacks including electricity.
Skills:
*Magnet Rise - The user levitates using electrically generated magnetism for five turns
*Thunder Punch - The foe is punched with an electrified fist. It may leave the target with paralysis.
*Aura Sphere - The user looses a blast of aura power from deep within its body. This move is certain to hit.
*Low Kick - A powerful low kick that makes the foe fall over. It inflicts greater damage on heavier foes.
Personality: He seems to be the silent type of guy often looking for a place solace and peace constantly all the time. He prefers not to get involved with large fights that show little meaning to him, and often attempts to flee despite not being the fastest. He enjoys his time to think to himself, and to be by himself in the natural environment without disturbances. Steele can enjoy the occasional battle however, meaning or not to gain a little training in his limbs. He prefers to use telepathy over his normal speech since it gives him more time to think over what he’s going to say, and not only that but so he doesn’t have to talk in general. He holds a great grudge toward his second ‘owner’ hating him with a deep burning passion, but unfortunately he doesn’t even know his name at all. He doesn’t hate all human, and he can thank his first and original owner for that even though he doesn’t know who he or she even was. Steele spends a lot of time in his thoughts, clouded in them often. However, he doesn’t let it affected his behavior too badly. He can show to have a cheerful side, a side in which you can communicate with better. He hasn’t got much of a sense of humor and is easily offended, but you can’t blame him since he was captured at age like 8 and held in a damned laboratory for most of his life. That also brings the subject of how he absolutely HATES bread and vitamin pills. He grew sick of that being ALL he ate in the labs, and really he won’t hesitate to smack them out of your hands if you’re trying to feed him it. He’s often trying to help those in trouble due to natural sense of pride. He actually doesn’t think himself very well as he feels he’s nothing that great and that he’s nothing more than anyone else in the world, but you can once more blame the labs for this understanding. He’s also Claustrophobic to the max, and easily hallucinates as well as freak out despite his quiet nature. He completely doesn’t understand why he is so often chased being a Lucario. No one can catch him since he goes under a pokeball already.
History: He was born as a result through breeding of a female Lucario and a male Machamp, and was the first child of course named Richard at the time. He was under the care of a wonderful trainer at the time, someone who cared for him, loved him, and held a strong bond with him. He grew to love his trainer dearly, and worked well with the trainer as a companion. During those years, he smiled so much and was ever so happy all the time as he grew up day by day with the trainer. He was being taught English as his species was capable of speech and telepathy, and the trainer figured it’d be cool to teach his Riolu such things to communicate with him. Around those years he was often put up to the tasks or battling simply wild Pokémon and leveled up off of those rather than taking real battles, but he didn’t mind at all. He was 7 at the time when he evolved into a Lucario, the trainer was rather overjoyed as Richard himself. It wasn’t too big of a surprise however seeing he was always happy. Around this area of time, is when his trainer started to put him under serious battles, and he did especially well in all of them. But then came that one day.
Richard at age 8 and his trainer were wandering lost in a city, and the second they separated was the second Richard was jumped on. He didn’t go without a fight however, taking out around a dozen men. In the end, he lost to the shocking nets as he then soon blacked out to everything else. Where was his trainer? What was going on? He didn’t know, he just felt cold and lonely for that whole time period.
Richard slowly came to, dazed and tired while aching all over. He was… in a jail cell of some sort, and a small one too as it was a small compartment. His back ached at the angle the box arched as in front of him was simply a loaf of rather stale bread and a pan with water. He felt hungry, and tackled the thing almost. Disgusting, but he had nothing else. He soon attempted to sleep again despite his stomach growling and his silent tears of questioning where his trainer went.
Awakened, once more roughly he found himself strapped upright on some sort flat surface as soon enough after extreme pain went through him he figured something out. He was being tinkered with, like a toy almost. It was depriving, disheartening, and cruel overall. He was only here for a few hours, and hating every second of it. There he met his new ‘owner’, it was some kind of professor. Where the hell was he? He wanted to know the answer to that question, but with all the pain surging through his body he couldn’t speak or think well. Soon enough, with the turning of a single knob more pain hit his body. He blacked out once more.
This process continued for at least until the next month, the same process caused him to get used to the pain, and also allowed him to snarl and resist a little during all this. He was still disheartened however. Then, he was suddenly brought into an arena. His enemy? Some idiotic stuffed doll, but he took no time to advancing at it. He was still FILLED with anger and rage as he didn’t realize the high level of electricity surrounding him. His punches were cruel and rough although he didn’t notice one fine detail. His punches had Electricity surrounding it. This pleased the professors rather much; however it was painful for them to acknowledge that he was still too weak. He was thrown back in his cell eventually. After about 2 months, this process continued with him being capable of venting every 2 weeks or so on a doll. Not knowing his improvements in electricity type punches. He noticed something odd about the bread. I mean it tasted crappy ALREADY, but not this crappy. He just shrugged it off. And let it go for the next few years.
Still enraged as hell at the professor he’d see almost every day, he’d show to be more prone to rage and anger issues. His muscles were developing more and more, and his size grew so he had to get a new cage. However, dents were found in the interior of it. He was not practically DESTROYING the dolls now as they reinforced them to metal statues, but even so they’d break. One day, eating his crappy loaf of stale bread he’s grown to be sick of ages ago he noticed something more to it. He felt the texture. There was an odd difference between certain parts of the bread. He took this to mind till the next day. That next day, he took apart his bread first with curiosity. Pills, he found vitamin pills meant to help muscle growth. Sick people were slipping it to him without his knowledge for all these years, and he wouldn’t take it.
From those days on, he manually removed the pills from his bread and reduced them to dust throwing them out. His mood and behavior improved a bit overall, but he still hated all their guts. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize with this sudden change that they noticed he then gained the ability to alternate the electric magnetism around him to float. It showed gradually, but eventually to a point where even HE noticed.
Age 13, and still in the crappiest environment in the world practically. He learned many things in here, and one was definitely that you can have only so little ‘true’ friends in such an area. Most would backstab you for food, and it was true for almost all of them. He grew cold to society and eventually refused to interact with other Pokémon and always try to break free from the power of the labs. This caught the views of many professors, and mostly the one he dealt with everyday.
That sick bastard, the one that controlled everything around him and whatever occurred near him. He hated him, he hated EVERY ASPECT OF HIM. His face was carved into memory for one day to take revenge. OH what he would do if he weren’t in this state. Still, he could only dream. Dream of sweet, sweet revenge on that professor he hated so much.
Eventually, it became inevitable that his muscle were noticeably decreased and they eventually tried to dissolve it into his water. But he noticed, ohhhh he noticed. He finally then did, Snap. He fell into a blinded rage suddenly leaping and breaking the door taking down anyone who even went near him. He was finally captured again, and put into a special containment cell for a month’s time.
Locked in a dark, dark room for acting out in anger and an unordered fashion in the laboratories of Hell he was. This was called ‘Discipline’ in their words. He barely got any food, any water, anything. He could only contemplate in the dark and listen to the mocking of the nearby professors. He thought, and thought to himself. Bittersweet memories passed his heart, and he mourned for them to return. He then eventually remembered one thing. He couldn’t get them back…. But he could escape. He began to devise something. A Plan.
He was later released, back into the laboratories of Hell. Richard acted normal around everyone, but he remembered. Nearby the way back to his cage there was an emergency door, and the moment they passed by it he knocked out the guards. Taking off from the lab through the door, and he saw what he never thought he’d ever see again. Green, fresh clean greenery of plants and wonderful fresh air and sky, but this was interrupted. The Alarm was set off as he knew now men would be after him. He took off like a rocket, he was going to escape no matter what. He dodged, ran, ducked, and broke his way through the forest and out into civilization. He thought he was safe, ever so wrong.
Pokémon trainers from all over saw the Lucario. First instinct in mind, Capture that rare Pokémon. Suddenly, pokeballs flew his way as he dodged and then ran away from there and into another forest. Nowhere, he was safe nowhere near people. Only his first trainer was good, only that person showed the true kindness of a person. However he didn’t know where that trainer was, and lived alone for so many years.
He wandered around, and hunted for the next year to live. He killed a Furret for the sake of winter’s time and used it’s coat for warmth to survive. He’s met plenty of peaceful creatures who shared stories with him and information, however at the time he rarely talked. He then grew to have a warmer side once again, a small bloom to his older youth. He then took up the name Steele, seeing that he could no longer use the name Richard or Richie without any pain to his heart.
Now, 17 years of age he stands strong as the mysterious Lucario whom forever hopes to find Solace and Peace from society. He eventually traveled somewhere, but fell down into a portal. Into Dimensional Island.
Other: Despite the fact he is a pokemon, he learned speech at a younger age with his original trainer. He can talk just fine, as he has a voice with a bit of a deep tone to it, however when he is startled he squeaks. If he is to eat bread in succession for a week straight he’ll grow ill.
Picture: None so far
Nicknames: Richie (He no longer goes by this), Steele
Age: 17
Height: 3’8”
Weight: 102lb
Gender: Male
Race: Lucario (Pokémon)
Alliance: Morally Good
Home: He has no more
Franchise: Pokémon Main Series
Physical Description: He is a slightly shorter than usual Lucario due to not being fully aged to development. His eye color is a deep purple color that matches a fine violet, but under lighting it shows to be a dark, dark rose pink. His fur coloration is followed as the normal scale goes as his head, arms, and lower half if covered with blue fur along with his tail. He has similar face markings of the Lucario, although around the edges of his ‘mask’ is ridges a bit from fur overgrowth there and falls lower almost as if sideburns. His head fur only tufts slightly as it points outwards, but nothing more. His ‘dreadlocks’ are a tad abnormally smaller than usual, however it’s mostly due to the fact he isn’t fully grown yet most likely. His yellow furry chest is much smoother compared to the majority population of Lucarios as it shows his lightly toned chest, and to add on that his chest spike is smaller due to him literally filing at it to reduce its size. His arm muscles only show to the slightest. His thighs aren’t much to show any difference, but his tail is actually longer and has similarities to even more similarities to foxes. His legs are a tad muscled and his feet are a little bigger than usual. Wrapped around is neck is a brown scarf that looks similar to a Furret’s coat, mostly because it IS a furret’s coat. Its thickness allows it to enable as a Defense Scarf.
Weapons: He is capable of fighting hand to hand
Abilities/Powers: He can use Aura and Telepathy. He can use light electric powers, but nothing extreme besides him attacks including electricity.
Skills:
*Magnet Rise - The user levitates using electrically generated magnetism for five turns
*Thunder Punch - The foe is punched with an electrified fist. It may leave the target with paralysis.
*Aura Sphere - The user looses a blast of aura power from deep within its body. This move is certain to hit.
*Low Kick - A powerful low kick that makes the foe fall over. It inflicts greater damage on heavier foes.
Personality: He seems to be the silent type of guy often looking for a place solace and peace constantly all the time. He prefers not to get involved with large fights that show little meaning to him, and often attempts to flee despite not being the fastest. He enjoys his time to think to himself, and to be by himself in the natural environment without disturbances. Steele can enjoy the occasional battle however, meaning or not to gain a little training in his limbs. He prefers to use telepathy over his normal speech since it gives him more time to think over what he’s going to say, and not only that but so he doesn’t have to talk in general. He holds a great grudge toward his second ‘owner’ hating him with a deep burning passion, but unfortunately he doesn’t even know his name at all. He doesn’t hate all human, and he can thank his first and original owner for that even though he doesn’t know who he or she even was. Steele spends a lot of time in his thoughts, clouded in them often. However, he doesn’t let it affected his behavior too badly. He can show to have a cheerful side, a side in which you can communicate with better. He hasn’t got much of a sense of humor and is easily offended, but you can’t blame him since he was captured at age like 8 and held in a damned laboratory for most of his life. That also brings the subject of how he absolutely HATES bread and vitamin pills. He grew sick of that being ALL he ate in the labs, and really he won’t hesitate to smack them out of your hands if you’re trying to feed him it. He’s often trying to help those in trouble due to natural sense of pride. He actually doesn’t think himself very well as he feels he’s nothing that great and that he’s nothing more than anyone else in the world, but you can once more blame the labs for this understanding. He’s also Claustrophobic to the max, and easily hallucinates as well as freak out despite his quiet nature. He completely doesn’t understand why he is so often chased being a Lucario. No one can catch him since he goes under a pokeball already.
History: He was born as a result through breeding of a female Lucario and a male Machamp, and was the first child of course named Richard at the time. He was under the care of a wonderful trainer at the time, someone who cared for him, loved him, and held a strong bond with him. He grew to love his trainer dearly, and worked well with the trainer as a companion. During those years, he smiled so much and was ever so happy all the time as he grew up day by day with the trainer. He was being taught English as his species was capable of speech and telepathy, and the trainer figured it’d be cool to teach his Riolu such things to communicate with him. Around those years he was often put up to the tasks or battling simply wild Pokémon and leveled up off of those rather than taking real battles, but he didn’t mind at all. He was 7 at the time when he evolved into a Lucario, the trainer was rather overjoyed as Richard himself. It wasn’t too big of a surprise however seeing he was always happy. Around this area of time, is when his trainer started to put him under serious battles, and he did especially well in all of them. But then came that one day.
Richard at age 8 and his trainer were wandering lost in a city, and the second they separated was the second Richard was jumped on. He didn’t go without a fight however, taking out around a dozen men. In the end, he lost to the shocking nets as he then soon blacked out to everything else. Where was his trainer? What was going on? He didn’t know, he just felt cold and lonely for that whole time period.
Richard slowly came to, dazed and tired while aching all over. He was… in a jail cell of some sort, and a small one too as it was a small compartment. His back ached at the angle the box arched as in front of him was simply a loaf of rather stale bread and a pan with water. He felt hungry, and tackled the thing almost. Disgusting, but he had nothing else. He soon attempted to sleep again despite his stomach growling and his silent tears of questioning where his trainer went.
Awakened, once more roughly he found himself strapped upright on some sort flat surface as soon enough after extreme pain went through him he figured something out. He was being tinkered with, like a toy almost. It was depriving, disheartening, and cruel overall. He was only here for a few hours, and hating every second of it. There he met his new ‘owner’, it was some kind of professor. Where the hell was he? He wanted to know the answer to that question, but with all the pain surging through his body he couldn’t speak or think well. Soon enough, with the turning of a single knob more pain hit his body. He blacked out once more.
This process continued for at least until the next month, the same process caused him to get used to the pain, and also allowed him to snarl and resist a little during all this. He was still disheartened however. Then, he was suddenly brought into an arena. His enemy? Some idiotic stuffed doll, but he took no time to advancing at it. He was still FILLED with anger and rage as he didn’t realize the high level of electricity surrounding him. His punches were cruel and rough although he didn’t notice one fine detail. His punches had Electricity surrounding it. This pleased the professors rather much; however it was painful for them to acknowledge that he was still too weak. He was thrown back in his cell eventually. After about 2 months, this process continued with him being capable of venting every 2 weeks or so on a doll. Not knowing his improvements in electricity type punches. He noticed something odd about the bread. I mean it tasted crappy ALREADY, but not this crappy. He just shrugged it off. And let it go for the next few years.
Still enraged as hell at the professor he’d see almost every day, he’d show to be more prone to rage and anger issues. His muscles were developing more and more, and his size grew so he had to get a new cage. However, dents were found in the interior of it. He was not practically DESTROYING the dolls now as they reinforced them to metal statues, but even so they’d break. One day, eating his crappy loaf of stale bread he’s grown to be sick of ages ago he noticed something more to it. He felt the texture. There was an odd difference between certain parts of the bread. He took this to mind till the next day. That next day, he took apart his bread first with curiosity. Pills, he found vitamin pills meant to help muscle growth. Sick people were slipping it to him without his knowledge for all these years, and he wouldn’t take it.
From those days on, he manually removed the pills from his bread and reduced them to dust throwing them out. His mood and behavior improved a bit overall, but he still hated all their guts. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize with this sudden change that they noticed he then gained the ability to alternate the electric magnetism around him to float. It showed gradually, but eventually to a point where even HE noticed.
Age 13, and still in the crappiest environment in the world practically. He learned many things in here, and one was definitely that you can have only so little ‘true’ friends in such an area. Most would backstab you for food, and it was true for almost all of them. He grew cold to society and eventually refused to interact with other Pokémon and always try to break free from the power of the labs. This caught the views of many professors, and mostly the one he dealt with everyday.
That sick bastard, the one that controlled everything around him and whatever occurred near him. He hated him, he hated EVERY ASPECT OF HIM. His face was carved into memory for one day to take revenge. OH what he would do if he weren’t in this state. Still, he could only dream. Dream of sweet, sweet revenge on that professor he hated so much.
Eventually, it became inevitable that his muscle were noticeably decreased and they eventually tried to dissolve it into his water. But he noticed, ohhhh he noticed. He finally then did, Snap. He fell into a blinded rage suddenly leaping and breaking the door taking down anyone who even went near him. He was finally captured again, and put into a special containment cell for a month’s time.
Locked in a dark, dark room for acting out in anger and an unordered fashion in the laboratories of Hell he was. This was called ‘Discipline’ in their words. He barely got any food, any water, anything. He could only contemplate in the dark and listen to the mocking of the nearby professors. He thought, and thought to himself. Bittersweet memories passed his heart, and he mourned for them to return. He then eventually remembered one thing. He couldn’t get them back…. But he could escape. He began to devise something. A Plan.
He was later released, back into the laboratories of Hell. Richard acted normal around everyone, but he remembered. Nearby the way back to his cage there was an emergency door, and the moment they passed by it he knocked out the guards. Taking off from the lab through the door, and he saw what he never thought he’d ever see again. Green, fresh clean greenery of plants and wonderful fresh air and sky, but this was interrupted. The Alarm was set off as he knew now men would be after him. He took off like a rocket, he was going to escape no matter what. He dodged, ran, ducked, and broke his way through the forest and out into civilization. He thought he was safe, ever so wrong.
Pokémon trainers from all over saw the Lucario. First instinct in mind, Capture that rare Pokémon. Suddenly, pokeballs flew his way as he dodged and then ran away from there and into another forest. Nowhere, he was safe nowhere near people. Only his first trainer was good, only that person showed the true kindness of a person. However he didn’t know where that trainer was, and lived alone for so many years.
He wandered around, and hunted for the next year to live. He killed a Furret for the sake of winter’s time and used it’s coat for warmth to survive. He’s met plenty of peaceful creatures who shared stories with him and information, however at the time he rarely talked. He then grew to have a warmer side once again, a small bloom to his older youth. He then took up the name Steele, seeing that he could no longer use the name Richard or Richie without any pain to his heart.
Now, 17 years of age he stands strong as the mysterious Lucario whom forever hopes to find Solace and Peace from society. He eventually traveled somewhere, but fell down into a portal. Into Dimensional Island.
Other: Despite the fact he is a pokemon, he learned speech at a younger age with his original trainer. He can talk just fine, as he has a voice with a bit of a deep tone to it, however when he is startled he squeaks. If he is to eat bread in succession for a week straight he’ll grow ill.
Picture: None so far
