Post by sylveadiff on Jan 18, 2014 8:13:16 GMT -6
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THOMAS MORRICIO NAIHET
Age:15
Gender:Male
Orientation: Straight
Profession: Survivor
Occupation:Explorer
Appearance: About 5'5 in height and somewhat on the thin side, Tom Naihet spends most of his time wandering through the brush. his hair is of moderately-short length, and is a mousey light brown color. He has a pale complexion, uneven lighting giving him an unflatteringly uneven tan. He has a mole on the underside of his left elbow, allthough for the most part he doesnt have too many freckles. There are three nearly-matching scars around his right wrist, tho on the right side of it, one on the left. He has a rather childlike face and large, blue eyes. He has a sharp, small nose that is very slightly upturned at the end, and a softly-pointed chin. His arms look slightly longer than they should be.
Everyday Clothes: A pair of patched-up, corsely-woven cargo pants, a light-blue cotton shirt that's torn slightly on the left sleeve and stained on the collar, a crude domestic-tauros leather jacket, and a belt made of the skin of three tauros tails, two tied together, one left to dangle at his right side. On the tied two, the tufts are shaved off and replaced by a wooden buckle. He wears make-shift sneakers made from mareep-wool woven over tauros leather, and fragments of molded tauros-horn that had been soaked in a mold-resistant resin for the soles.
Alternately, he may wear a yellow or pink tee-shirt, a miltank vest, or wicker sandals. he has many different pairs of cargo pants that all look roughly the same.
Formal Garbs: Same as above, but with a deep-blue dyed shirt with a tiny picture of 3 miltank, 2 tauro, a hypno, a glameow, and a mareep embroidered into it in a row with dyed weedle silk. this shirt is a record of the poke'mon he has caught or been given in his lifetime, and was sewn by his mother, who was teaching him to make and repair cloth clothing.
Pack: A large, foldable leather rucksack he carries on his back. Current items: - A feral hypno's pendulum, -a large bundle of cleaned mareep fleece, -.
Personality:
Shy and modest by nature, Thomas doesnt care much about attention. What little he has to say is mostly about his family's mareep flock and miltanks. Haveing grown up on a small farm eeked out of the jungle, he knows that good things come and go. His family's remaining tauros, for instance, is starting to grow weak in his old age, and soon will put meat on the table, like the others. He is a bit of a wallflower in social gatherings, often keeping to himself, as he is often a bit intimidated by others. However, around Poke'mon, he is a patient and friendly observer.
He often attempts to help injured poke'mon, even large ferals, wheather or not it seems a wise decision. However, he has no problem with bringing home and making useful items of the corpse of a dead poke'mon. He does not feel the same about magnezone and similar robotic pokemon, however, as he does not understand them at all. He is patient with those who act aggressively towards him, human, poke'mon or otherwise, and he tries not to think of anyone as 'good' or 'evil'. He tries not to get attatched to those he could easily lose, but once befrended, he will do all he can to help his friends. His shy nature around other people, however, often prevents him from meeting people in the first place.
He likely wont be the first to say hello, but he tries to be as honest in conversation as he can without sounding rude.
Likes: Mareep, yogurt, exploring, interacting with poke'mon
Dislikes: Mechanical creatures (magnemite, etc.), angry yelling, duskull.
Backstory: The Naihet family has always been farmers, no matter the planet. They took 6 miltank, 4 tauros, and 2 mareep with them when they went through the portal. When Thomas was born many years later, there were 2 tauros, 9 miltank, and 5 mareep. As a young child, he learned that no one could be left idle in this dangerous new land. At 6 he was already sheering mareep, at 9, he helped trap a shinx that had gotten too fond of hunting the farm-pokemon. Less than a year later, he was commanding his father's fierce purugly tom, Salthkewer, chasing after wild, or, more frequently escaped tauros. They had many hunts like this, and although Thomas had no poke'mon of his own, he had spent many hours observing certian types of them.
It was on such a journey that he met up with a family friend, Konyd Rynndore. Konyd trapped and sold pokemon, dead or alive, for a living. His team consisted of a somewhat-grim looking family of marowaks, a female leafeon, and an old, experianced dragonite that was big enough to ride. His most prised poke'mon, a female marowak named shatterskull, had laid an egg awhile back, and had been given a kangaskhan skull that he had aquired from the unfortunate poke'mon's owner, whom claimed it had died in it's sleep. Both the cubone and the skull had gone missing some time ago, and he had given up on finding it. However, on a hunt with his dragonite, vladimir, and the naihet family's purugly, Salthekwer, he had encountered what had appeared to be a drowzee and a cubone fighting. He decided not to disturb them, as he was already loaded down with escaped flaaffy, and did not have a spare poke'ball on him.
a few months after Thomas's 15th birthday in the past october, he went to visit Rynndore. although Konyd had been expecting him, the place was a wreck when he arrived. Apparently, according to Rynndore, he had recently found a hypno on his property, and the ensuing battle had made a mess of the place. Seeing that Tom STILL didnt have a poke'mon of his own, Konyd made a deal with him. If he could bring back Skullrot, Shatterskull's wayward hatchling, who was likely either dead or far away at this time, he would give the hypno to him as a late birthday present. Tom accepted the challenge, and set off with Salthekwer
Appearance: About 5'5 in height and somewhat on the thin side, Tom Naihet spends most of his time wandering through the brush. his hair is of moderately-short length, and is a mousey light brown color. He has a pale complexion, uneven lighting giving him an unflatteringly uneven tan. He has a mole on the underside of his left elbow, allthough for the most part he doesnt have too many freckles. There are three nearly-matching scars around his right wrist, tho on the right side of it, one on the left. He has a rather childlike face and large, blue eyes. He has a sharp, small nose that is very slightly upturned at the end, and a softly-pointed chin. His arms look slightly longer than they should be.
Everyday Clothes: A pair of patched-up, corsely-woven cargo pants, a light-blue cotton shirt that's torn slightly on the left sleeve and stained on the collar, a crude domestic-tauros leather jacket, and a belt made of the skin of three tauros tails, two tied together, one left to dangle at his right side. On the tied two, the tufts are shaved off and replaced by a wooden buckle. He wears make-shift sneakers made from mareep-wool woven over tauros leather, and fragments of molded tauros-horn that had been soaked in a mold-resistant resin for the soles.
Alternately, he may wear a yellow or pink tee-shirt, a miltank vest, or wicker sandals. he has many different pairs of cargo pants that all look roughly the same.
Formal Garbs: Same as above, but with a deep-blue dyed shirt with a tiny picture of 3 miltank, 2 tauro, a hypno, a glameow, and a mareep embroidered into it in a row with dyed weedle silk. this shirt is a record of the poke'mon he has caught or been given in his lifetime, and was sewn by his mother, who was teaching him to make and repair cloth clothing.
Pack: A large, foldable leather rucksack he carries on his back. Current items: - A feral hypno's pendulum, -a large bundle of cleaned mareep fleece, -.
Personality:
Shy and modest by nature, Thomas doesnt care much about attention. What little he has to say is mostly about his family's mareep flock and miltanks. Haveing grown up on a small farm eeked out of the jungle, he knows that good things come and go. His family's remaining tauros, for instance, is starting to grow weak in his old age, and soon will put meat on the table, like the others. He is a bit of a wallflower in social gatherings, often keeping to himself, as he is often a bit intimidated by others. However, around Poke'mon, he is a patient and friendly observer.
He often attempts to help injured poke'mon, even large ferals, wheather or not it seems a wise decision. However, he has no problem with bringing home and making useful items of the corpse of a dead poke'mon. He does not feel the same about magnezone and similar robotic pokemon, however, as he does not understand them at all. He is patient with those who act aggressively towards him, human, poke'mon or otherwise, and he tries not to think of anyone as 'good' or 'evil'. He tries not to get attatched to those he could easily lose, but once befrended, he will do all he can to help his friends. His shy nature around other people, however, often prevents him from meeting people in the first place.
He likely wont be the first to say hello, but he tries to be as honest in conversation as he can without sounding rude.
Likes: Mareep, yogurt, exploring, interacting with poke'mon
Dislikes: Mechanical creatures (magnemite, etc.), angry yelling, duskull.
Backstory: The Naihet family has always been farmers, no matter the planet. They took 6 miltank, 4 tauros, and 2 mareep with them when they went through the portal. When Thomas was born many years later, there were 2 tauros, 9 miltank, and 5 mareep. As a young child, he learned that no one could be left idle in this dangerous new land. At 6 he was already sheering mareep, at 9, he helped trap a shinx that had gotten too fond of hunting the farm-pokemon. Less than a year later, he was commanding his father's fierce purugly tom, Salthkewer, chasing after wild, or, more frequently escaped tauros. They had many hunts like this, and although Thomas had no poke'mon of his own, he had spent many hours observing certian types of them.
It was on such a journey that he met up with a family friend, Konyd Rynndore. Konyd trapped and sold pokemon, dead or alive, for a living. His team consisted of a somewhat-grim looking family of marowaks, a female leafeon, and an old, experianced dragonite that was big enough to ride. His most prised poke'mon, a female marowak named shatterskull, had laid an egg awhile back, and had been given a kangaskhan skull that he had aquired from the unfortunate poke'mon's owner, whom claimed it had died in it's sleep. Both the cubone and the skull had gone missing some time ago, and he had given up on finding it. However, on a hunt with his dragonite, vladimir, and the naihet family's purugly, Salthekwer, he had encountered what had appeared to be a drowzee and a cubone fighting. He decided not to disturb them, as he was already loaded down with escaped flaaffy, and did not have a spare poke'ball on him.
a few months after Thomas's 15th birthday in the past october, he went to visit Rynndore. although Konyd had been expecting him, the place was a wreck when he arrived. Apparently, according to Rynndore, he had recently found a hypno on his property, and the ensuing battle had made a mess of the place. Seeing that Tom STILL didnt have a poke'mon of his own, Konyd made a deal with him. If he could bring back Skullrot, Shatterskull's wayward hatchling, who was likely either dead or far away at this time, he would give the hypno to him as a late birthday present. Tom accepted the challenge, and set off with Salthekwer
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