- Joined
- Jan 27, 2011
A young man traveled down the lonesome roads, a fully-grown Rapidash following closely behind. Dressed in a black tank top, blue jeans, black fingerless gloves and white sneakers, he looked rather unremarkable. Standing at 5'11', his shaggy, spiky brown hair fluttered ever so slightly in the gentle breeze, his lean form suggesting one who performed a great deal of physical activity. Two things, however, often made him stand out in the crowd. Well, three actually.
One defining characteristic was the strange coloration of his irises; they were a unique combination of cobalt and gunmetal. He had no idea why his eyes looked the way they did; people asked him often and he gave that very same answer. Another trait was the trio of prominent scars extending diagonally from left temple to right jawline. This was a result of his getting in the way of a rather irked Weavile attacking one of his friends at home; he almost lost his eye that day. This was one tidbit of information he never gave out to anyone; the less people knew about him, the better he felt.
Ironically, he wasn't some hotshot trainer or a wanted fugitive; no, he didn't really do Pokemon battles, unless the opponent seemed really strong or in case they got his temper up. Even still, he rarely did anything; his Rapidash Pyra often took care of that of her own free will. She was probably the fieriest Rapidash out of his Granddad's ranch back home; she was also the one he grew up and spent the most time with. These two had a bond few trainers could hope to match with their Pokemon; as a result, he didn't really go after new Pokemon. Pyra was all he needed; she wasn't some show pet to put through professional battles or contests, unless she really wanted, and she wouldn't be afraid to let him know what her answer was.
No, he mostly spent his time doing oddjobs whenever he wandered into the towns. This was what he was known for; he'd earned the nickname "Nick the Wandering Handyman". Though people in new towns probably wouldn't recognize him as such, unless they happened to be where he was when he did his thing. He either did that or just wandered around aimlessly, taking on whatever challenge seemed to find him or he found himself. He didn't really have anywhere to be; his only remaining family member, his Granddad, passed away not too long ago and of course he went back for his funeral. That was another tidbit he kept to himself; he now wandered the roads with the only one he could consider true family, the fiery Rapidash Pyra.
Eventually, they found another town, one Nick had never visited before. This one seemed to be bustling with activity; surely there'd something to do here. "What do you think, Pyra? This look good to you?" Nick said to his companion; Pyra then mouthed his shoulder gently. That was her way of saying 'Yes'. Her way of saying 'No' was bumping the back of his head with her snout rather hard. "Well, alright then. Let's see what this place has to offer." Nick then said as made his way into town.
One defining characteristic was the strange coloration of his irises; they were a unique combination of cobalt and gunmetal. He had no idea why his eyes looked the way they did; people asked him often and he gave that very same answer. Another trait was the trio of prominent scars extending diagonally from left temple to right jawline. This was a result of his getting in the way of a rather irked Weavile attacking one of his friends at home; he almost lost his eye that day. This was one tidbit of information he never gave out to anyone; the less people knew about him, the better he felt.
Ironically, he wasn't some hotshot trainer or a wanted fugitive; no, he didn't really do Pokemon battles, unless the opponent seemed really strong or in case they got his temper up. Even still, he rarely did anything; his Rapidash Pyra often took care of that of her own free will. She was probably the fieriest Rapidash out of his Granddad's ranch back home; she was also the one he grew up and spent the most time with. These two had a bond few trainers could hope to match with their Pokemon; as a result, he didn't really go after new Pokemon. Pyra was all he needed; she wasn't some show pet to put through professional battles or contests, unless she really wanted, and she wouldn't be afraid to let him know what her answer was.
No, he mostly spent his time doing oddjobs whenever he wandered into the towns. This was what he was known for; he'd earned the nickname "Nick the Wandering Handyman". Though people in new towns probably wouldn't recognize him as such, unless they happened to be where he was when he did his thing. He either did that or just wandered around aimlessly, taking on whatever challenge seemed to find him or he found himself. He didn't really have anywhere to be; his only remaining family member, his Granddad, passed away not too long ago and of course he went back for his funeral. That was another tidbit he kept to himself; he now wandered the roads with the only one he could consider true family, the fiery Rapidash Pyra.
Eventually, they found another town, one Nick had never visited before. This one seemed to be bustling with activity; surely there'd something to do here. "What do you think, Pyra? This look good to you?" Nick said to his companion; Pyra then mouthed his shoulder gently. That was her way of saying 'Yes'. Her way of saying 'No' was bumping the back of his head with her snout rather hard. "Well, alright then. Let's see what this place has to offer." Nick then said as made his way into town.