Post by Gunther Maple on Nov 24, 2022 1:42:05 GMT
Gunther Maple | ||
24 || He/Him (Cismale) || Gladgloom Forest || (Single, Rolled, basic personality spawned with) | ||
Personality
[*]”A Donphan Never Forgets” [*]”Keeping your nose in a book won’t do you any good if you don’t prove your thesis” [*]”Looking to the past is like preventive care of the future” [*]”I can look good and have a brain, it just means you're too blind to see beyond your eyes.” [*]“History is Simply Memories” [*]“Your way of thinking is too narrow. There are many possibilities and it’s irresponsible to ignore even the 0.00000001% “ [*]”Keep your distance from my things or you might lose a finger.” [*]”I mean if you can prove me wrong feel free, until then keep your trap shut.” [*]”Don’t take things for granted as it may be the last opportunity you’ll ever have.” [*]”You’re late….and that doesn’t look good” [*]”You WILL LISTEN TO ME” [*]”Yeah sorry…..I guess I’m married to the job…” [*]”I’ll finish where my Grampy left off” [*]”I’ve grown a lot since my temper tantrum days” | ||
History
[*] After the disappearance of Gunther’s great-grandfather and the collapse of the region, the family was ostracized and their home was burned. Due to that they moved into the man's old lab and lived there the rest of their lives. Eventually everyone went their own ways, however Hilda, Gunther’s mother, remained to watch after the lab her loving grandfather left. Over the years everyone left and she was the only one remaining of her family. [*]Gunther was born when his mother was forty-five and as such caused great strain on her body. Result in many health issues over the years of his youth. While he grew up he knew that people stared at this with some kind of mysterious hatred, or at least maybe some people thought of them as weirdo’s in the woods. As he remembered always bathing in the river while other kids had themselves nice and clean. [*]As time moved forward he was bullied aggressively, but he was always willing to stand up for himself as his mother had taught him every day. Most often he’d go and read, looking at the pictures in the old study. And he loved it all the time. Pretending to have pokemon and what he’d do with it. [*]School went on and he had proven to be somewhat of a pokemon expert and was recognized as a small genius with a temper by the university. By the age of fourteen he had entered the university to study pokemon, often fighting the information that was given with the written documents in his family's lab. [*]Sadly he lost his mother when he turned eighteen and became drowned in his studies to forget about his life. But every time he’d look around he’d think of his mom, and remind himself that she was the reason he has all the nice things he does now. [*]Eventually he became Professor Yew’s assistant— which was a loose term for a colleague. Considering he assisted her with her research on a daily basis, and often argued with her being wrong. Then came the time all the pokemon came back! They were all shocked, but Gunther, he was happy- but it made him wonder what the hell! And what happened in the past that brought them back? [*]When they returned Gunther kept a watchful eye, seeing how things would go. Often watching professor Yew and her interactions with the pokemon, and being the man he was, he took constant pictures. It wasn’t until he witnessed the hyper beam incident, when he refereed the battle between Professor Yew and Farrah. Sure it was a great battle, and fun, but the hyper beam took everyone by surprise. Left in horror; luckily only receiving minor injuries, he pulled professor Yew out from the rubble. The rest is history. [*]Returning back home to the lab, both angry, distrusting, hurt, and lonely, he found the old lab ransaced. Everything was disheveled, pages were scattered and destroyed. Looking closer under a creaky floor board he found a pokeball engraved, “Gunther '' engraved on it, with a small tag, “happy birthday baby boy”..... | ||
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