Post by Mr. Ceddy on Jul 3, 2012 16:00:59 GMT -5
Coordinator Devenier Entity
of Oberon Town
[/i]of Oberon Town
Entity - Twenty-Four - Male
Place of Residence:
None -- Entity travels.
Occupation:
Coordinator.
Preferred Pok?mon:
Attractive Pok?mon
Sexuality:
Pansexual.
Relationship Status:
Single.
Family:
Armanetta Entity: mother, deceased.
Vincent Entity: father, deceased.
Appearance
You certainly can't say that Entity appears to be one of the crowd -- because he isn't. Sporting silvery-white hair that falls incredibly straight right down to the middle of his back, Entity takes pride in his fabulous appearance and can often be seen grooming his feminine locks. To compliment his seemingly impossible hairstyle, the gods blessed him with a slender, sleek body. Entity stands at about 5'9", though his skinny, lean build makes him seem to be much taller than he is. His chin is sharply chiselled and his nose is as straight as his hair, though not nearly as long. Not to mention those high cheek bones. All together, his features give him a superior appearance that fits him perfectly and is complemented by his ritzy clothing.
A coordinator who has made his name across Caligo of course wears clothing that makes the women jealous. He wears a gray coat with a fur lining on the hood, which drapes over him despite the weather. Under that is a white sweater to coordinate with the wolf grey coatsee what i did there. A pair of black, slim-fitting suit pants keep his legs warm, and dress shoes that match the pants in color as well as taste -- both pieces of apparel are expensive in cost and match his fabulous personality.
Personality
At first glance, you'll see a depressingly sarcastic, judgemental, arrogant son of a bitch who has a glamorous shine to him. That's the impression Entity gives, and its a reasonable one. He's incredibly self-absorbed -- the only other things on the planet that he'll give the time of day is his Pok?mon. Nobody can live up to his expectations, which makes him both bitter and dislikeable. But don't blame him, its not his fault he has psychological damages that he can't control.
Under his outer shell of ignorance, Entity is obsessive. He is thorough, focused, and obsessive. Mainly about success in life, which to him is so necessary. So necessary, in fact, that you could even go far enough to call him a perfectionist. And even though every little thing must be done with exquisite precision, he enjoys evolution. Though he doesn't evolve and most of his Pok?mon don't, change is a requirement for him. Excitement and renewal keep him going and help him get up in the morning.
Entity tries to be supportive to others when they need it, though. After all, everyone needs at least one friend. Entity is no exception, and realizes this. He tries to be friendly at least sometimes, when he sees potential in a person as a friend. In fact, he can be rather funny and is naturally pretty witty. He has a sense of irony when it comes to being social -- so luxurious, so fulfilled, yet no one to share it with. Entity has a hard time making friends because even though he tries being interpersonal, he comes off as rude and disrespectful. He's quite hopeless, but hides it so well.
History
The day of a normal birth is filled with bliss and glee. Twenty-four years ago on August 9th was not a normal day. Armanetta Entity, who had been pregnant for 38 weeks, was going into labor and preparing to birth the child of her husband, Vincent. During the birth, the baby was too stubborn to drop -- he wouldn't come out and it took a toll on his fragile mother. Soon after he finally decided it was time to meet the world, it was too late for Armanetta, and she died on the table. When they told Vincent, the news wasn't the only thing that was broken. Almost carelessly he named his child Devenier in honor of his mother, and then proceeded to leave the hospital. An hour after Dev's birth his father was wheeled in with a bullet in his head, leaving his child all alone.
Dev grew up in an orphanage, never to feel the love of a parent in his life. He knew his parents were dead from a young age so he didn't bother hoping that they'd come by and scoop him up one sunny afternoon, and he begrudged them for it. Because of his hatred for the situation he had been thrown into, Dev basically hated everything. He was a lonely little boy and didn't make friends, preferring to keep to himself. Eventually when he turned ten, he ditched that place and decided he wanted to make it as a trainer. He received a Pok?mon, which was an Aron, and began training.
But battling wasn't enough. Fighting random people and taking their money, though rewarding, just didn't make the cut. He needed bigger things. Dev needed everyone to know who he was so that he could prove that parents weren't a necessity in the equation for greatness. After one day watching a Pok?mon Contest, Dev decided that he was going to switch to coordinating and hopefully one day stand in front of a huge crowd and show them what he was made of.
So he spent his time practicing, getting to know his Aron. Years passed, and Dev won several contests with his elegance and raw talent as a coordinator. It was obvious that he had an affinity for the skill, so he ran with it. But it wasn't enough to make a living off of. Not yet, at least. It was getting to the point where he was dashing and dining, breaking into hotel rooms, just doing what he had to do. Not a fun life. He was hitting rock bottom, and out of desperation, made a deal with the Black Jokers, promising to serve as a double agent. They told him that he would be supported so long as he got them to information they needed -- and so he did.
But that was six months ago, and now at a fresh twenty-four with things looking up, Dev has begun to regret it, and is willing to do anything to get out of his current arrangements.
Other:
N/A
Party Pok?mon:
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| Aron ♂ |
| Lvl 28 |
| Mud Slap Metal Claw Iron Defense Iron Head |
RP Sample
"What are you implying?" his voice ran like silk, smooth yet crisp with irritation as he stood before the woman behind the front desk. His crystalline blue eyes were sharp with intensity, and his eyebrows creased. He ran an idle hand through a chunk of his silvery hair and diverted his eyes. As she continued to tell him that he could no longer stay there because of his difficulty with the staff, Entity shook his head profusely. "You don't know a damn thing. Those women don't even know how to change a pair of sheets! Who in Caligo takes twenty minutes to simply tidy up an already immaculate room? The incompetence is pathetic, and you were lucky I stayed this long!" Pulling up the handle of his suitcase, the Pok?mon Coordinator stalked off, heading out of the main doors of the lobby and onto the streets of Taranis City.
The man sighed, disgusted with the idiocy of the staff. Nobody in this excuse for a city should even be allowed to leave and infect the rest of the populous. Turning down a slightly less crowded road, Entity glanced around, smelling the gross, polluted air and frowning. His lips curled downward to show a deeper frown than he had previously worn, and he continued to search among the people for any familiars. Hopefully someone would recognize him, take him in, and give him a place to stay for a few days so he could get his shit together.
But wait, to be familiar you had to be friends. Entity didn't have friends. That was the downside to being so fabulous -- people didn't associate with you because none of them were of your worth.
Maybe being poor is a necessity to having friends?
Entity knew the answer, he knew it damn well, but he was just too stubborn to admit it. Hopefully one day, sooner rather than later, he will, and he won't be forced to spend the night travelling alone like he will be tonight.
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