Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 13:19:02 GMT -6
Nilahue "Nila" Jacob Anders
26 | Male | Straight |
Survivor | Courier/scout | Quercus oak |
appearance
Nila has strong colored red hair and a small but well formed mustache. The red compliments his deep blue eyes. His skin is an almost pale color. With a biuld of 150 or so lbs and little five and a half feet, he defies expectations with light but well formed muscle from a visible war between man versus wild. There is almost no excess fat found on his body. His body of course shows visable wear from over the years. As this body had been fighting for survival almost 21 years. His hair tends to reflect what his last few days have been like as with sun it tends to brighten, and without it tends to darken. Of course his are rather oddly shaped as they are slightly wider than normal. Though his feet would fit a size 10 he has to wear a 11 wide or so size if going by standard sizes.This avatar is made by me via Microsoft Paint. And using Photoshop BBGFX LLC
clothing
everyday Nila tends to hide his body under vailish clothing as he uses a pitch black cloak that runs from his legs to his head where a hood it found. The cloak uses string clasps inside to close the the cloak in the front. His face and head is covered with a well made mask that has a skull image that conforms to the shape of his head. His feet are covered with a wooden sandel with weaved silk on top. All clothing articles are made from various combinations of silk from bug pokemon and wood. Even though naturally it is sticky the silk has been treated in natural oils to stay sturdy and to be simple to clean. It is not sticky at all. Also the silk articles easily conform to the body and are easy to breathe through allowing his body to cool and heat up when need be but without excess moisture or sweat. The silk is used from the Wurmple lineage. And the Spinarak or Joltik lineages. Though dangerous to gathe, it has obvious benifits. However under his cloak he wears basic tshirts pants...whatever clothing he can find or steal. | formal As for formal appearances. He merely takes off his mask and wears his hood down. As he has never had a formal occasion in his lifetime. |
backpack
He uses an old laptop bag which fits perfectly over the cloak. Not seeming like much, it is reinforced with old wartortle shell fragments and indued with Minimize technology allowing up to 2x visuable storage capacity and lightened weight by 50 percent. This he wears outside of his cloak.
personality
Nilas personality was formed by his life experiences, past and present. He has developed a 'whatever' ideal as he has learned how uncertain everything is. Both good and bad things. He however has difficulty hiding his emotions. As he has never had to hide them before. His patience however is amazingly sturdy. He can wait hours or even days if time permits for things or people. However he'll only be patient for what he deems worth it. He has developed a inner purpose to help others who share like goals and interests. Even though he doesnt trust easy, he never lets someone in need go without. He desires to achive the common goal of peace, both internal and external, and will do anything to make that possible. He however often takes little or no value in his life so he often takes stupid and usually unneccessary risks. But saying that, hell never put someone else in unneccessary danger. He usually puts his priorities in front of others if they dont match. He prefers working alone but will work with others if need be.
likes & dislikes
likes He likes food, as he's never had enough of it growing up. He enjoys fishing, reading, relaxing and simply he enjoys alone time. He loves bread and likes to work with his hands. Often he'll be seen working on some sort of trinket or perhaps a fly for fishing. | dislikes He doesnt like crowds and people who complain. And he loaths wasteful people, people who throw away perfectly good food. He dislikes being interrupted and people who are argue against people who are more in knowedgable on the subject of which they are discussing |
the backstory
Nila grew up in the backwaters of the Petalsburg Forest. Or at least the remains, as the world around him was slowly dieing away. All because of humanity and its selfishness.
His mother passed away when he was very young. So he never officially got to meet her or see her face. Or call her 'Mom'. He often asked his father about her, but the subject would always be avoided.
His father being a former pokemon ranger knew that the world was ruined and only would get worse. His father would strive everyday to teach his son to survive in this harsh untamed world that used to be beautiful. He had to raise Nila to survive for eventually Nila would be alone in this unforgiving wasteland.
Using his fathers lessons and skills he learned many skills and much needed knowedge to survive the world as it was. Learning fishing, wood working, and how to make his own clothing with nothing but earthen and natural materials. He became a rather skilled fisherman himself.
Yet around his 10th year his life would be shattered as his father was cut down by a thief. That very morning Nila had stolen an apple from the town market for his fathers' birthday gift. Later he had returned from a fishing trip to find his father was killed for that very apple.
He had grown up knowing vengance was fuitile as no matter what you all end up in the same place. In the ground. He never forgave that murderer but he knew his father wanted him to merely move forward and never look back. He had to continue and teach himself how to survive on his own. But alas the lessons his father taught were not in vain.
Eventually his 18th year would come to pass. An unexpected future would begin to open up as he had discovered about a new home which selected people would be given to call home. However even if he could, he never got on the list as he was to fearful of people to enter the populace.
After a while his heart was screaming at him. He would stoop even to praying to the dieties his father had called his families patrons. Uxie, azelf, and mesprit, being close to the much more powerful trio would bless him with the grandest gift ever. A new chance at life. Als he never believed in them but he believed now. As his prayers were awnsered.
Hed eventually gather the courage to enter the populace to get to the portal to the new home. Alas he was all the more worried and scared.
Through an extended period of time he fought himself over wether or not to enter humanities form of life. Yet alas hia fear was all the more oppressive as he avoided most places of the common people.
He'd gather gut necessary after struggling massively to survive even among the people. He had devoted the next time period to studying the populace from the shadows. Eventually practicing how thier mannerisms work.
Most would have called him lucky, maybe skilled. Yet he felt his lucky or skill was to miniscule to last him. Hed eventually have to move to the safety in numbers ideal. As his scenerio was more than he could handle on his own.
He began an extensive search for a place of belonging. He missed the concept of a good nights sleep. Probably because there was no longer a good night.
He would eventually begin to move to a more stealthily tactic as he used his resources in the wilderness to create the clothing nessesary to be unseen and unheard. And using the ultimate fear, death in the form of a skull to navigate his way around. As he saw both small pokemon and people alike feared his mask. Perhaps the clotging made it look like a ghost pokemon?
Alas he was likely late as they had all been slain by a unknown enemy. In this situation he stupidly let his guard down allowing a successful attack from a swarm of beedrill.
The vemon in thier attacks sent him into a deep coma as he was unresponsive, all but the faintest signs.
In this coma he had a dream, well many, but one in particular stood out to him. In this dream he saw himself living in a cabin like house with his own feild. Pokemon and people working the land. Not just his field but countless fields in the distance. He saw a citadel and a fortress of stone in the distance. A flag in the air. A white flag. A flag of peace and tranquility.
This was how life was meant to be lived. He knew somehow he wanted to life this life. As he knew it was to good to be his yet.
He would amazingly come to after he was taken to a medical tent. There he woke up panicking, yet he felt safe amongst three people in white nurses clothing, and a man whom seemed somehow important. On his shirt was a name tag. It said Prof. Oak.
His mother passed away when he was very young. So he never officially got to meet her or see her face. Or call her 'Mom'. He often asked his father about her, but the subject would always be avoided.
His father being a former pokemon ranger knew that the world was ruined and only would get worse. His father would strive everyday to teach his son to survive in this harsh untamed world that used to be beautiful. He had to raise Nila to survive for eventually Nila would be alone in this unforgiving wasteland.
Using his fathers lessons and skills he learned many skills and much needed knowedge to survive the world as it was. Learning fishing, wood working, and how to make his own clothing with nothing but earthen and natural materials. He became a rather skilled fisherman himself.
Yet around his 10th year his life would be shattered as his father was cut down by a thief. That very morning Nila had stolen an apple from the town market for his fathers' birthday gift. Later he had returned from a fishing trip to find his father was killed for that very apple.
He had grown up knowing vengance was fuitile as no matter what you all end up in the same place. In the ground. He never forgave that murderer but he knew his father wanted him to merely move forward and never look back. He had to continue and teach himself how to survive on his own. But alas the lessons his father taught were not in vain.
Eventually his 18th year would come to pass. An unexpected future would begin to open up as he had discovered about a new home which selected people would be given to call home. However even if he could, he never got on the list as he was to fearful of people to enter the populace.
After a while his heart was screaming at him. He would stoop even to praying to the dieties his father had called his families patrons. Uxie, azelf, and mesprit, being close to the much more powerful trio would bless him with the grandest gift ever. A new chance at life. Als he never believed in them but he believed now. As his prayers were awnsered.
Hed eventually gather the courage to enter the populace to get to the portal to the new home. Alas he was all the more worried and scared.
Through an extended period of time he fought himself over wether or not to enter humanities form of life. Yet alas hia fear was all the more oppressive as he avoided most places of the common people.
He'd gather gut necessary after struggling massively to survive even among the people. He had devoted the next time period to studying the populace from the shadows. Eventually practicing how thier mannerisms work.
Most would have called him lucky, maybe skilled. Yet he felt his lucky or skill was to miniscule to last him. Hed eventually have to move to the safety in numbers ideal. As his scenerio was more than he could handle on his own.
He began an extensive search for a place of belonging. He missed the concept of a good nights sleep. Probably because there was no longer a good night.
He would eventually begin to move to a more stealthily tactic as he used his resources in the wilderness to create the clothing nessesary to be unseen and unheard. And using the ultimate fear, death in the form of a skull to navigate his way around. As he saw both small pokemon and people alike feared his mask. Perhaps the clotging made it look like a ghost pokemon?
Alas he was likely late as they had all been slain by a unknown enemy. In this situation he stupidly let his guard down allowing a successful attack from a swarm of beedrill.
The vemon in thier attacks sent him into a deep coma as he was unresponsive, all but the faintest signs.
In this coma he had a dream, well many, but one in particular stood out to him. In this dream he saw himself living in a cabin like house with his own feild. Pokemon and people working the land. Not just his field but countless fields in the distance. He saw a citadel and a fortress of stone in the distance. A flag in the air. A white flag. A flag of peace and tranquility.
This was how life was meant to be lived. He knew somehow he wanted to life this life. As he knew it was to good to be his yet.
He would amazingly come to after he was taken to a medical tent. There he woke up panicking, yet he felt safe amongst three people in white nurses clothing, and a man whom seemed somehow important. On his shirt was a name tag. It said Prof. Oak.
played by Nilahue Andres Sepulveda!
recruited by Google!
recruited by Google!
Active Skills
Inactive Skills
Tamer Lv.1 [0/5]
Whisperer Lv.1 [0/5]
Grower Lv.1 [0/5]
Wrangler Lv.1 [0/5]
Finder Lv.1 [0/5]
Changer Lv.1 [0/5]
Speaker Lv.1 [0/5]
Barter Lv.1 [0/5]
Inactive Skills
Tamer Lv.1 [0/5]
Whisperer Lv.1 [0/5]
Grower Lv.1 [0/5]
Wrangler Lv.1 [0/5]
Finder Lv.1 [0/5]
Changer Lv.1 [0/5]
Speaker Lv.1 [0/5]
Barter Lv.1 [0/5]