Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 2:08:30 GMT
name ;; apollo thoriel
age ;; 23 y/o
gender ;; male
home ;; kenso city
class ;; professor******
physical appearance ;;a tall, graceful young man, apollo holds an impressive height of almost 5'7". he has a unique look that makes it quite easy to pick him out of a crowd. if his mere height weren't enough, he has a charismatic aura that seems to draw attention to him quite easily. his startlingly bright eyes and strangely-colored hair also mark him as a unique person. with eyes as blue as the ocean, apollo seems to pierce the soul of whoever he speaks to. this is usually attributed to, however, his general enthusiasm and vigor when he speaks, thus concentrating his attention straightforwardly on his conversational partner. his hair is almost blindingly white, though he is technically a platinum blonde. overall, apollo is an eyecatcher with the charisma of a loved general and the good looks of a model.clothing ;;
life hasn't been easy for apollo, however, and underneath smooth skin and the long clothing he normally wears is an abnormal amount of scarring and various other wounds. small stripes can be found decorating his upper back from knife wounds, and he has a larger scar across his left chest: over his heart. these injuries are a sore point for apollo, and he does his best to hide them whenever possible.apollo prefers wearing long clothing no matter the weather. if inquired about it, he'll simply say that he gets cold easily. over the years, he has become accustomed to wearing sweaters even in the blistering heat of summer. short sleeves have never been an option for him unless he is safely alone, and even then he feels too exposed to truly relax. his favorite color is an aquamarine that matches his eyes, though it's an unique color that apollo hasn't been able to find. he does have a lot of off-shade blue and green clothing, those two being his favorite colors, as well as a multitude of black, white, grey, and other monotonous colors.misc. ;;
his preferred outfit is a simple sweater, perhaps with some designs, and jeans or khakis. paired with converse, apollo actually easily passes for a teenage kid despite his height. he simply has a youthful aura to him. on the rare occasion that he does have a t-shirt on, he always has a flannel or sweater over it. at any given time, he can be found with a golden pendant. a gift from his mom, it contains a small sample of hardened amber.the large scar over his chest and the knife wounds on his back are not self-inflicted, but he does have a few extremely faded cuts at his left wrist.face claim ;; slaine troyard, aldnoah.zero.******
- having fun with his friends
- extreme temperatures
- cursing, slurs
- the dark
- good leader
- has "crashing" periods
- doesn't know his own limits
personality ;;on the outside, apollo lives up to his namesake. he shines as radiantly as the sun with a constant smile on his face and a simple aura of optimism and happiness. he's the type of person that will keep looking forward no matter the hardships he faces. the clouds of his past have cleared to offer him a bright future, and through it all he has tried his best to continue looking up and straight down his path. that is not to say, of course, that apollo hasn't had moments in which he wants to give up. crippling bouts of depression and painful experiences have caused him to almost give up before, but the fact that he is still here today makes him resilient and determined. how much of his positive demeanor is an act and how much is real may never be known, but apollo will continue to look forward and maintain his inner strength even through tough times.
a passionate speaker, he is charismatic and a good leader. he innately cares for other people and is quite understanding of their pains and sufferings due to what he's gone through himself. apollo will take on others' burdens for himself, as well, being as selfless and altruistic as he is. that being said, he often doesn't know his own limits and can sometimes take on too much responsibility for his own good. despite his resiliency, he can break under repeated and harsh pressure, resulting in weeks where he holes himself up and simply stays alone for a while. his radiant persona on the outside can be misleading; apollo is actually extremely insecure and these "crashing" periods become more common when he begins to doubt himself again.******
history ;;apollo is a native of kinji, having been born in kenso city. he doesn't know of his origins beside that, but suspects that he is from another region due to the unnatural color of his hair in comparison to others. apollo was born into a family of scientists, both very focused on their work but willing to give everything to their child. his quiet nature as a child can be partially attributed to that: due to his parents' protective streaks, he did not frequent the streets of his city very often. he was kept in seclusion, though apollo didn't mind at the time. in fact, he developed a strong interest in science due to his parents at an early age.
though his relations with his dad certainly weren't bad, apollo was a mommy's boy and doted on her every word. it wouldn't have been a bad thing if she wasn't constantly around dangerous chemicals and experimenting with reactions that should never happen by a 5-year-old boy. apollo's curiosity overcame his willingness to play by the rules one day a few weeks after turning five, and sneaked into his mother's laboratory. mrs. thoriel, shocked upon seeing her child inside the lab, accidentally knocked over a vial and set their home on fire.
although apollo and his father managed to make it out in time, mrs. thoriel wasn't so lucky and was killed in the fire. both were distraught by the death, and apollo turned on himself, becoming even more secluded. he was too little to understand that not everything was his fault, and it didn't help that his father constantly reinforced that very idea upon him either. apollo grew up thinking that the death of his mother was his fault, and is still extremely touchy about the subject today.
with all that self-hatred bottled up, it wasn't long before he lashed out. he began fighting during school, and his grades got worse. it was around third grade that his father began turning to alcohol, and a few weeks later he began to take out his frustrations in the form of violence on apollo. the beatings were infrequent and never particularly bad, just a couple of slaps and punches every other month. nevertheless, they took their toll on the young boy. a few years later, when apollo was in 9th grade, he managed to get back on track, seeking to improve his grades and move out as soon as he could. he met a girl named tessa greenwood around this time.
tessa had also suffered from an abuse parent, but had gotten rescued by social security officers and was attending their school after having moved in with her new foster parents. the two gradually opened up to each other, and she gave apollo the courage needed to get past his last three years of high school. he had some particularly difficult times in junior year, in which he suffered from depression and suicidal thoughts after he was scarred by his father with a knife. however, he managed to hang on until his graduation, upon which he immediately moved out on a full ride to a local university. there, apollo dedicated himself to his studies and graduated after four years of study on pokemon research and anatomy.
he has since established himself as a researcher and is travelling around the region for experience and to meet more types of pokemon.******
ooc name ;; astraea
how did you find us ;; an ad on harper region. i believe my referrer was dark.
rp sample ;;The night air sent chills down his back, not to mention the strange silence around him. Adrian had forgotten what nights were like, not a thing stirring underneath the moon. At the manor, even after everyone had gone to sleep, there was still an abundance of noise. He had shared a room with the other slaves, and there was always the sound of breathing, sometimes snoring, and they even got the occasional one who talked in their sleep (it was deemed an unfortunate case whenever they came and a blessing when they left). During the day, even as he crept through his master's office, in search of the little trinkets that he found so amusing to look at and the books that he adored reading, there was still the sound of footsteps and distant voices. The absence of noise, the stillness of the night, all were quite foreign sensations to the young adult.
Trying to ignore the unsettled feeling, Adrian moved on through the alleyway, keeping to the shadows. A few families were still awake it seemed, as indicated by the illuminated windows of some households. The boy would do his best to avoid those lightened areas. Even if it seemed like no one was around, he'd rather stick to the safe side and be completely out of sight. Soon enough, the narrow alley opened up into a much larger street, possibly one of the main roads. The pavement was scuffed from many pairs of shoes and hooves travelling over it, but was also thankfully vacated. The problem lay in how the street was so...wide open. The second Adrian stepped out there, he'd feel like he was under the scrutiny of the lamps, as sparse as they were. There were certainly still plenty of shadows to hide under, but the point was that if he was spotted, there'd be nowhere to hide, save a few small alleys.
Well, he couldn't afford to stay tucked away in that small back alley forever if he wanted a chance at making it out of Cape Augustine anytime soon. Breathing out a sigh and mentally reassuring himself that he was going to be fine, that no one was going to come out and question what he was doing, Adrian walked out onto the road. Immediately, he felt as if a spotlight was shining upon him. The moon was certainly bright, but it wasn't bright enough to fully illuminate him. If he moved quickly and stealthily, he'd be out of there in no time. Sticking to the shadowed areas, having to switch sides of the road occasionally in order to ensure he stayed out of the lamps' dim lighting, Adrian would make quick progress down the road.
Adrian slowed slightly as he came alongside a park. It was small, but it was beautiful. Even in this dim light, he could make out the orange and red colors of the leaves, which were sure to be gorgeous once morning hit. Of course, he wouldn't be here in the morning. He'd be long gone, hopefully out of Cape Augustine or at least almost out. The city was too dangerous for him, being the Guard's Headquarters and full of rich nobles who wouldn't hesitate to ship him back to his "rightful place". Despite this, Adrian came to a near halt, brushing his hand against the delicate petals of one of the flowers that were sealed tightly closed. "Pretty," he'd murmur underneath his breath in awe.
He was startled out of his reverie as a terrible screeching sound came from overhead, an annoying ubiquitous tone that was echoed several times like an herd of dying animals. Cringing, the boy immediately covered his ears, but the sound pierced through anyways, becoming a dull ringing. The whole street suddenly seemed to be bathed in inky blackness, the moon disappearing from above. But no -- that wasn't it. Flashes of light still filtered from above, it was more as if numerous figures were quickly flitting through the night sky. Though he wasn't familiar with Murkrow -- his masters had always spoken of them as annoying pests, and had such never kept them around -- he could identify that they were the ones causing a racket.
Adrian was quick to move on, though, just in case anyone heard the racket and decided to go outside, despite how these Murkrow flocks often visited and destroyed the peaceful night of the city (he had never been educated on the lore and superstition behind them, nor their relation to the Trictess, as it had not been deemed necessary). He had almost passed by the park when he spotted a flash of blue, illuminated against the darkness of the night. It remained still, simply watching him in quite a creepy way. On instinct, the boy would freeze, feeling very much as if a dangerous predator was circling him and getting ready to pounce. It didn't move, however, the blue eyes merely watching and observing him. Adrian slowly took a step back, and when no reaction came, quickly rushed into the small park, almost tripping over his own feet in the process, and hid behind the dense foliage of a tree.
Not a second too soon, either, as he heard footsteps approaching where he just stood. The voices of two separate people, both seemingly quite annoyed, were fast approaching. It never even breached Adrian's mind to take a chance and approach the two. The duo sounded almost like an old couple with their bickering, but it was always a possibility that they were senior Guardians who wouldn't hesitate to ship him back to his master's. Limiting the amount of people he came into contact with was the surest way to get out of Cape Augustine. He couldn't simply trust anyone, even though a small part of him just wanted to be able to rely on someone, have someone looking after him and protecting him like his parents had when he was young.
Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he concentrated on the conversation, trying to discern valuable information -- if there was any. It seemed the pair was just complaining about Cape Augustine and, of course, the racket that all the Murkrow caused. Damn flock, what if he had missed the footsteps and been seen by the strangers? Although...they were leaving in the next foreday? That was a tempting thought, in Adrian's eyes. Perhaps, if they were taking a wagon, he could try hitching a ride, unbeknownst to them of course. It would certainly be easier, and he'd cover a lot more ground in less time. But what if you're caught? his subconscious would hiss, annoyingly pessimistic as always.
"Which means we need to find the rascals..."
So they were looking for someone (something) else? Perhaps they were poachers, then, looking for rare Pokemon to snatch from the upper echelons of the Cape's nobles. Or perhaps they weren't even speaking of Pokemon, and instead of people -- grandchildren, or nieces and nephews of their's. But no, it was too risky. For all he knew they were slavers, and then he'd just be back where he started. He'd just wait for them to pass by, and then he could make his way out of the Cape. Alone. Adrian breathed out, rocking back slightly from his crouched position behind the leaves to wait it out -- and then froze, because as he shifted his weight back, he had accidentally snapped a branch, causing a cracking sound that seemed ten times louder in his desperate situation. Adrian froze again -- perhaps, underneath the racket caused by the Murkrows, the duo had missed it? If not, he was fully prepared to fight them off, inflict some wounds and make a run for it. A hand slipped into the satchel, withdrawing the dagger just in case...