Post by Artificiary on Jun 7, 2020 1:20:41 GMT
Name: Arris Yule
Age: 26 years
Gender: Trans Male (He/Him)
Hometown: Hickory Town (He has since moved / Lives in Port Belleview, currently)
Personality:
KEY PERSONALITY TRAITS: Prideful | Well-Meaning | Dreamer
Arris is the kind of man who lets himself get swept away in day-dreams and wishful thinking. He has goals for himself - but often unrealistic expectations, and sometimes those dreams are above his head and far, far out of reach. That being said - he is determined to reach those goals, no matter how high or lofty. Sometimes he has a tendency to bite off a bit more than he can chew - though he tries to take things in a manageable way, one step at a time, one foot in each door. He'll keep his nose to the grindstone and his feet moored in reality, even if his mind is up in the clouds.
Very prideful, Arris struggles to share his troubles, or show weakness or concern. He often comes off as arrogant or a know-it-all, and puts upon an act that he is nothing but charming, suave, and in control. This tends to make him look a bit egotistical, but in reality, Arris actually struggles with his self confidence. Under all the bravado, self-assured grins, and deceptive eye-rolls, there is a boy trying not to crumble under anxiety and self doubt, near crippled by a fear of failure. He rarely talks about this or opens up, and while he could use a confidence booster, the reality is doing so looks more like feeding an inflated ego than doing the help it actually is.
Despite acting like a pompous egotist, Arris is surprisingly a bit more intuitive than he looks. He acts like he's full of himself, but he isn't stupid, and notices what's going on around him. More often than not, he is genuinely well meaning. The trouble lies with Arris being so used to his facade, he doesn't quite know how to drop it when he needs to. He is curious and driven, and sometimes the need to find answers lands him in trouble. This all being said: When you have Arris as a friend, he is loyal - nearly to a fault.
History:
Once upon a time, when Pokemon still wandered Deprin, Hickory Town was the town of champions. Heroes, powerful trainers, legends. To the outside world, much of this history is lost - or at the very least, irrelevant. But to Arris, a little boy in a village of elders, it was everything. There were very few pokeballs still saved in Hickory Town - that Arris knew of, at least - and none of them belonged to him, but as a little boy, oh how he dreamed of the wonderful creatures of Deprin long gone, wishing upon every falling star that he could be a Pokemon Trainer, and one of those pokeballs could be his very own. His grandmother was a trainer once, who told him stories of her childhood and the many mishaps and kerfuffles she got into. She gifted Arris with her old Trainer's Glove - something that was in fashion 80 years ago, but certainly not now. Arris loved it. He never got rid of it - and now it's his prized possession. Because of these stories, he dreamed of traveling far and wide, his team at his side, meeting friends, making rivals, becoming the new star of his town - the newest Champion Hickory Town hadn't seen in almost a century. What team would he have!? Something immensely powerful, obviously - maybe a Tyranitar, or a Gengar, or an Alakazam! Maybe something legendary.
But, of course, it wasn't meant to be. The reality was, Pokemon just didn't exist anymore, and Hickory Town was an ancient relic fading away into nothing.
As a young adult going through his studies and generally helping his aging grandparents and an equally aging town, Arris still dreamed of pokemon. But now, his daydreams of travel consisted of the ocean and the waves - dreaming of chasing the next tide somewhere far away from a dying town before it drug him down in the grave with it. He wanted to move on... make something of himself. He loved his family, but like all birds, he needed to leave the nest too. The moment Arris became financially independent, he bid farewell to his family, who wished him the best, and set off. He stayed around in hotels and campsites for a while, never sticking to one place long, but eventually he found himself running out of money and dreaming of at least a semi-permanent roof over his head. Port Belleview gave him exactly that.
Currently, Arris owns a little place in a more run-down neighborhood in Port Belleview. It isn't much, but it's his, and it's his home, and he's proud of it nonetheless. He works on the docks for the trade ships, as a laborer doing menial repairs, and moving cargo and shipments. He revels in the salt in the air, the smell of the water, and the rowdiness of sailors. Sailors tell the best tales, and they only fed his over-active imagination. It was on his daily commute to work early one foggy morning, when it happened.
He was just waking up, leaning on the pier with a thermos of Leppa-flavored tea in hand, waiting for his newest assignment, when he heard it. Cawing - like that of a seagull. But that... no, it wasn't possible, was it? He looked up and squinted into the morning mist. There it was - a big, relatively fat wingull, perched on the railing of a boat across from him. It cawed at him again, and took off into the sky. Arris' thermos dropped to the dock. Pokemon were back.
He put in his two weeks' notice three days later. It was time to make a call to Mistveil University's Pokemon Laboratory. That childhood dream of a pokemon trainer just became a whole lot more real...
General Appearance:
Arris has relatively darker skin - he looks tan at his palest, and fairly dark when he's been out in the sun for a long time. His eyes are a pale brown, almost mistaken for gold, and his hair is a dark russet brown. He is 6'2", with an athletic build, and developed upper body muscles. While he looks fairly solid, he is deceptively light. The one constant about his appearance is his grandmother's old trainer glove - he'd rather die than be parted from it.
Age: 26 years
Gender: Trans Male (He/Him)
Hometown: Hickory Town (He has since moved / Lives in Port Belleview, currently)
Personality:
KEY PERSONALITY TRAITS: Prideful | Well-Meaning | Dreamer
Arris is the kind of man who lets himself get swept away in day-dreams and wishful thinking. He has goals for himself - but often unrealistic expectations, and sometimes those dreams are above his head and far, far out of reach. That being said - he is determined to reach those goals, no matter how high or lofty. Sometimes he has a tendency to bite off a bit more than he can chew - though he tries to take things in a manageable way, one step at a time, one foot in each door. He'll keep his nose to the grindstone and his feet moored in reality, even if his mind is up in the clouds.
Very prideful, Arris struggles to share his troubles, or show weakness or concern. He often comes off as arrogant or a know-it-all, and puts upon an act that he is nothing but charming, suave, and in control. This tends to make him look a bit egotistical, but in reality, Arris actually struggles with his self confidence. Under all the bravado, self-assured grins, and deceptive eye-rolls, there is a boy trying not to crumble under anxiety and self doubt, near crippled by a fear of failure. He rarely talks about this or opens up, and while he could use a confidence booster, the reality is doing so looks more like feeding an inflated ego than doing the help it actually is.
Despite acting like a pompous egotist, Arris is surprisingly a bit more intuitive than he looks. He acts like he's full of himself, but he isn't stupid, and notices what's going on around him. More often than not, he is genuinely well meaning. The trouble lies with Arris being so used to his facade, he doesn't quite know how to drop it when he needs to. He is curious and driven, and sometimes the need to find answers lands him in trouble. This all being said: When you have Arris as a friend, he is loyal - nearly to a fault.
History:
Once upon a time, when Pokemon still wandered Deprin, Hickory Town was the town of champions. Heroes, powerful trainers, legends. To the outside world, much of this history is lost - or at the very least, irrelevant. But to Arris, a little boy in a village of elders, it was everything. There were very few pokeballs still saved in Hickory Town - that Arris knew of, at least - and none of them belonged to him, but as a little boy, oh how he dreamed of the wonderful creatures of Deprin long gone, wishing upon every falling star that he could be a Pokemon Trainer, and one of those pokeballs could be his very own. His grandmother was a trainer once, who told him stories of her childhood and the many mishaps and kerfuffles she got into. She gifted Arris with her old Trainer's Glove - something that was in fashion 80 years ago, but certainly not now. Arris loved it. He never got rid of it - and now it's his prized possession. Because of these stories, he dreamed of traveling far and wide, his team at his side, meeting friends, making rivals, becoming the new star of his town - the newest Champion Hickory Town hadn't seen in almost a century. What team would he have!? Something immensely powerful, obviously - maybe a Tyranitar, or a Gengar, or an Alakazam! Maybe something legendary.
But, of course, it wasn't meant to be. The reality was, Pokemon just didn't exist anymore, and Hickory Town was an ancient relic fading away into nothing.
As a young adult going through his studies and generally helping his aging grandparents and an equally aging town, Arris still dreamed of pokemon. But now, his daydreams of travel consisted of the ocean and the waves - dreaming of chasing the next tide somewhere far away from a dying town before it drug him down in the grave with it. He wanted to move on... make something of himself. He loved his family, but like all birds, he needed to leave the nest too. The moment Arris became financially independent, he bid farewell to his family, who wished him the best, and set off. He stayed around in hotels and campsites for a while, never sticking to one place long, but eventually he found himself running out of money and dreaming of at least a semi-permanent roof over his head. Port Belleview gave him exactly that.
Currently, Arris owns a little place in a more run-down neighborhood in Port Belleview. It isn't much, but it's his, and it's his home, and he's proud of it nonetheless. He works on the docks for the trade ships, as a laborer doing menial repairs, and moving cargo and shipments. He revels in the salt in the air, the smell of the water, and the rowdiness of sailors. Sailors tell the best tales, and they only fed his over-active imagination. It was on his daily commute to work early one foggy morning, when it happened.
He was just waking up, leaning on the pier with a thermos of Leppa-flavored tea in hand, waiting for his newest assignment, when he heard it. Cawing - like that of a seagull. But that... no, it wasn't possible, was it? He looked up and squinted into the morning mist. There it was - a big, relatively fat wingull, perched on the railing of a boat across from him. It cawed at him again, and took off into the sky. Arris' thermos dropped to the dock. Pokemon were back.
He put in his two weeks' notice three days later. It was time to make a call to Mistveil University's Pokemon Laboratory. That childhood dream of a pokemon trainer just became a whole lot more real...
General Appearance:
Arris has relatively darker skin - he looks tan at his palest, and fairly dark when he's been out in the sun for a long time. His eyes are a pale brown, almost mistaken for gold, and his hair is a dark russet brown. He is 6'2", with an athletic build, and developed upper body muscles. While he looks fairly solid, he is deceptively light. The one constant about his appearance is his grandmother's old trainer glove - he'd rather die than be parted from it.