Post by corpse on Jun 20, 2009 11:19:44 GMT -5
Name: Clover Night
Nickname: None currently
Age: Roughly 17; he's never celebrated his birthday, so sometimes when asked his age he'll be a bit off (for the past two years he's claimed to be 16)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Trainer
Appearance: Clover looks like a free-spirited person: he's small and thin, and his skin is tanned and almost always exposed to the sun. He has scars all over his body, though they are small and when asked about them them, he says "they're nothing!" and that's that. He only has three pairs of clothes--a summer pair (shorts and a t-shirt), a winter pair (overlarge jeans and a flannel plaid shirt), and something for when he's swimming, bathing, or washing his other pair (jeans and a t-shirt)--and they're all worn and dirty. He doesn't seem to care--or even notice--and his constant filthy doesn't bother him.
He's always dirty and looks completely out of place in cities or even small towns because of it. He finds obscure, woodsy paths to adventure through, and he enjoys getting wet and muddy. His feet are covered in callouses because he almost always goes barefoot, and he only ever wears his sneakers (which are normally tied together and hanging from his neck) when he goes inside because he thinks it's "more proper."
His hair is longer than most boys wear it, hanging at his shoulders, and a dark, muddy brown that matches his tanned skin. It's normally tied back in a low ponytail and looks messy as a bird's nest, but he doesn't care, and doesn't expect anyone else to, either. His face is heart-shaped and his eyes are wide and brown. His lips are thin and chapped, but frequently pulled back in a wide grin. His nose is crooked and looks like it has been broken more than once.
Personality: Clover just doesn't fit in. He can't grasp the ideas behind this culture's norms and can't deal with large groups of people, and cities terrify him. Most of this comes from his childhood, where he wasn't socialized beyond his small family.
There are many things that he just doesn't understand about life--from the seriousness of money, to politics, to the importance of education. He can just barely read and write, and any teacher would faint at just how far behind he is. He can't grasp why money is so important or why some jobs pay more than others ("but they work hard, isn't that enough?"), and when sat down in front of authority figures, he can't understand why they could be chosen over the friendly janitor. Clover doesn't understand the concept of fashion, either, and trends completely escape him. He also doesn't understand the importance of cleanliness or manners, since they weren't important in the environment he was raised in. He has been turned away from many places because of his, erm, unhygienic habits and was left totally confused about what he did wrong.
Sure, Clover sticks out like a sore thumb in public, and many people are too astounded at his appearance to even consider making friends with him, but he's a good guy. He's simple, but he's very compassionate and considerate. He just likes to see happiness in all living things, from pokemon to humans to morphs, and seeing sadness makes him just as depressed. He's affectionate and sometimes overly clingy.
But this is when he's only around one or two people. He has since gotten over his fear of strangers in small doses, and will happily introduce himself and just prattle on and on, but when in a group any larger than three or four, he becomes quiet and shy. He needs a lot of pushing and will probably never really adjust to the wider world.
He's smart, though. He certainly isn't book smart and probably couldn't pass anything beyond the second or third grade, but he has common sense. He sees things and can identify when they don't make sense, and he isn't afraid to (bluntly) point out flawed logic or things that just don't add up to him.
And there's one part of his past that he'll never escape: the idea of battling is still very worrisome to him. He is beginning to understand that some pokemon enjoy battling and it's not necessarily abuse, but seeing it still makes him squirm (this would probably be a good time to mention he's squeamish). In time, though, he will probably be able to come to grips with that concept.
History: Clover didn't grow up the way most people did. He lived out with his mother, father, and twin sister in a very small house deep inside the Viridian Forest. His parents cared for (not trained, mind you!) two pokemon, a Pikachu and a large, beautiful Butterfree. They worked together to raise these pokemon, and as soon as Clover and Star (his sister) were old enough, they got to participate in this as well.
The Night family rarely left the woods, and Clover's mother left only to get supplies from nearby Pewter City, but those visits were always quick and never brought up in conversation.
Their family was close-knit and they each loved each other very much. But... Clover's parents were social outcasts and, throughout their lives, staged quite a few protests--some violent--against Pokémon battling and trainers in general. They feverishly hated what they called "pokemon abuse" and had even been imprisoned on multiple occasions for assaults on various trainers and leaders of battling schools.
So both Clover and Star were never allowed into the city (their parents, with good reason, feared that something would happen to them). They just stayed home all day, working to help the Pokémon of Viridian Forest. Up till the age of thirteen, Clover never spoke to anyone but his parents and sister and the occasional bug catchers (but those encounters were mainly Clover mooning around behind trees, terrified and unable to say much).
At thirteen, Clover went with his mother to Pewter City. He was to help her with her shopping, but the size of the place terrified him. The people there either gave them openly curious looks or openly disgusted ones. Some of them whispered rude things, and Clover spent the time hiding behind his mother.
When they came home, he was horrified and terrified of the City. It was too much and too different from the quiet, peaceful and lazy home he was used to. The people there seemed cruel and harmful.
The next time he ventured into the city, with his sister and mother, he witnessed his first Pokémon battle. It was an intense showdown between a Charizard and a brawny, extremely powerful Ninetales, and both Pokémon had blood on their claws. They bore singed fur and skin, and it terrified Clover.
He had never seen his mother so angry.
She screamed and physically attacked their trainers, and begged the two Pokémon to run, screaming at them to seize freedom before their cruel masters kept them in slavery.
The authorities needed to be called to pull the woman off the two trainers, and both Clover and Star were horrified, both frightened of their mother's actions and the battle that unfolded before their eyes.
After that, their parents took up protesting full time. Some were violent, some were not, and many times they were overboard.
This was a time of stress and fear for Clover and his sister, Star. Clover's reaction was to hide and hope that it would go away, but Star eventually joined their parents in the protests. It went on for a few years, and by the time Clover was fifteen, the people of Pewter City hated his parents. Finally, they did something... drastic.
His home was burned to the ground and the family was forced to leave. The next few months took them far across the region, with nothing but the clothes on their back and each other.
This was also when he came to doubt his parents. He saw trainers and Pokémon in wonderful friendships and their battles looked fun--the Pokémon seemed to be getting hurt, yes, but they also seemed to genuinely enjoy it. The trainers didn't abuse their pokemon, either, it seemed.
When Clover brought this up--quietly, terrified of the reaction--his parents were furious. They asked how he could say that, how could he possibly think that Pokémon enjoyed it? It was abuse, it was cruelty, and he should be ashamed of himself.
His life went on like this for a while, and his parents became increasingly extreme (at this point, Star had become also very intense; she had drifted apart from Clover quite a bit). They attempted to "free" Pokémon by stealing them from their trainers, and it wasn't too long after that when they were taken in by the local police.
It was about then that he really sat down and thought about his life. He thought about his parent's actions, and while he didn't know much about the world, he did know that their radicalism wasn't the right way to go. He wasn't stupid and he realized that it was insane to expect "abuse" to stop by violently attacking people. He started to realize there was no way it was going to work.
While his parents and sister were under arrest, the Officer Jenny sat Clover down for a talk. She warned him against breaking the law and advised him to leave, get away, and stay out of trouble. It was the biggest, most influential decision he had to make, and he decided to leave and make his own way.
He eventually found his way to Lanorae, and he found that he was very, very lonely. He was frightened of towns and of people, but... There were Pokémon.
Clover decided to do something new and strange and completely bizarre, and adopt a Pokémon from the lab. He had no idea what was ahead for him, and less idea about how he was going to go about training a Pokémon (you know, assuming he could force himself to make the break with his past).
Nickname
Age: Roughly 17; he's never celebrated his birthday, so sometimes when asked his age he'll be a bit off (for the past two years he's claimed to be 16)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Trainer
Appearance: Clover looks like a free-spirited person: he's small and thin, and his skin is tanned and almost always exposed to the sun. He has scars all over his body, though they are small and when asked about them them, he says "they're nothing!" and that's that. He only has three pairs of clothes--a summer pair (shorts and a t-shirt), a winter pair (overlarge jeans and a flannel plaid shirt), and something for when he's swimming, bathing, or washing his other pair (jeans and a t-shirt)--and they're all worn and dirty. He doesn't seem to care--or even notice--and his constant filthy doesn't bother him.
He's always dirty and looks completely out of place in cities or even small towns because of it. He finds obscure, woodsy paths to adventure through, and he enjoys getting wet and muddy. His feet are covered in callouses because he almost always goes barefoot, and he only ever wears his sneakers (which are normally tied together and hanging from his neck) when he goes inside because he thinks it's "more proper."
His hair is longer than most boys wear it, hanging at his shoulders, and a dark, muddy brown that matches his tanned skin. It's normally tied back in a low ponytail and looks messy as a bird's nest, but he doesn't care, and doesn't expect anyone else to, either. His face is heart-shaped and his eyes are wide and brown. His lips are thin and chapped, but frequently pulled back in a wide grin. His nose is crooked and looks like it has been broken more than once.
Personality: Clover just doesn't fit in. He can't grasp the ideas behind this culture's norms and can't deal with large groups of people, and cities terrify him. Most of this comes from his childhood, where he wasn't socialized beyond his small family.
There are many things that he just doesn't understand about life--from the seriousness of money, to politics, to the importance of education. He can just barely read and write, and any teacher would faint at just how far behind he is. He can't grasp why money is so important or why some jobs pay more than others ("but they work hard, isn't that enough?"), and when sat down in front of authority figures, he can't understand why they could be chosen over the friendly janitor. Clover doesn't understand the concept of fashion, either, and trends completely escape him. He also doesn't understand the importance of cleanliness or manners, since they weren't important in the environment he was raised in. He has been turned away from many places because of his, erm, unhygienic habits and was left totally confused about what he did wrong.
Sure, Clover sticks out like a sore thumb in public, and many people are too astounded at his appearance to even consider making friends with him, but he's a good guy. He's simple, but he's very compassionate and considerate. He just likes to see happiness in all living things, from pokemon to humans to morphs, and seeing sadness makes him just as depressed. He's affectionate and sometimes overly clingy.
But this is when he's only around one or two people. He has since gotten over his fear of strangers in small doses, and will happily introduce himself and just prattle on and on, but when in a group any larger than three or four, he becomes quiet and shy. He needs a lot of pushing and will probably never really adjust to the wider world.
He's smart, though. He certainly isn't book smart and probably couldn't pass anything beyond the second or third grade, but he has common sense. He sees things and can identify when they don't make sense, and he isn't afraid to (bluntly) point out flawed logic or things that just don't add up to him.
And there's one part of his past that he'll never escape: the idea of battling is still very worrisome to him. He is beginning to understand that some pokemon enjoy battling and it's not necessarily abuse, but seeing it still makes him squirm (this would probably be a good time to mention he's squeamish). In time, though, he will probably be able to come to grips with that concept.
History: Clover didn't grow up the way most people did. He lived out with his mother, father, and twin sister in a very small house deep inside the Viridian Forest. His parents cared for (not trained, mind you!) two pokemon, a Pikachu and a large, beautiful Butterfree. They worked together to raise these pokemon, and as soon as Clover and Star (his sister) were old enough, they got to participate in this as well.
The Night family rarely left the woods, and Clover's mother left only to get supplies from nearby Pewter City, but those visits were always quick and never brought up in conversation.
Their family was close-knit and they each loved each other very much. But... Clover's parents were social outcasts and, throughout their lives, staged quite a few protests--some violent--against Pokémon battling and trainers in general. They feverishly hated what they called "pokemon abuse" and had even been imprisoned on multiple occasions for assaults on various trainers and leaders of battling schools.
So both Clover and Star were never allowed into the city (their parents, with good reason, feared that something would happen to them). They just stayed home all day, working to help the Pokémon of Viridian Forest. Up till the age of thirteen, Clover never spoke to anyone but his parents and sister and the occasional bug catchers (but those encounters were mainly Clover mooning around behind trees, terrified and unable to say much).
At thirteen, Clover went with his mother to Pewter City. He was to help her with her shopping, but the size of the place terrified him. The people there either gave them openly curious looks or openly disgusted ones. Some of them whispered rude things, and Clover spent the time hiding behind his mother.
When they came home, he was horrified and terrified of the City. It was too much and too different from the quiet, peaceful and lazy home he was used to. The people there seemed cruel and harmful.
The next time he ventured into the city, with his sister and mother, he witnessed his first Pokémon battle. It was an intense showdown between a Charizard and a brawny, extremely powerful Ninetales, and both Pokémon had blood on their claws. They bore singed fur and skin, and it terrified Clover.
He had never seen his mother so angry.
She screamed and physically attacked their trainers, and begged the two Pokémon to run, screaming at them to seize freedom before their cruel masters kept them in slavery.
The authorities needed to be called to pull the woman off the two trainers, and both Clover and Star were horrified, both frightened of their mother's actions and the battle that unfolded before their eyes.
After that, their parents took up protesting full time. Some were violent, some were not, and many times they were overboard.
This was a time of stress and fear for Clover and his sister, Star. Clover's reaction was to hide and hope that it would go away, but Star eventually joined their parents in the protests. It went on for a few years, and by the time Clover was fifteen, the people of Pewter City hated his parents. Finally, they did something... drastic.
His home was burned to the ground and the family was forced to leave. The next few months took them far across the region, with nothing but the clothes on their back and each other.
This was also when he came to doubt his parents. He saw trainers and Pokémon in wonderful friendships and their battles looked fun--the Pokémon seemed to be getting hurt, yes, but they also seemed to genuinely enjoy it. The trainers didn't abuse their pokemon, either, it seemed.
When Clover brought this up--quietly, terrified of the reaction--his parents were furious. They asked how he could say that, how could he possibly think that Pokémon enjoyed it? It was abuse, it was cruelty, and he should be ashamed of himself.
His life went on like this for a while, and his parents became increasingly extreme (at this point, Star had become also very intense; she had drifted apart from Clover quite a bit). They attempted to "free" Pokémon by stealing them from their trainers, and it wasn't too long after that when they were taken in by the local police.
It was about then that he really sat down and thought about his life. He thought about his parent's actions, and while he didn't know much about the world, he did know that their radicalism wasn't the right way to go. He wasn't stupid and he realized that it was insane to expect "abuse" to stop by violently attacking people. He started to realize there was no way it was going to work.
While his parents and sister were under arrest, the Officer Jenny sat Clover down for a talk. She warned him against breaking the law and advised him to leave, get away, and stay out of trouble. It was the biggest, most influential decision he had to make, and he decided to leave and make his own way.
He eventually found his way to Lanorae, and he found that he was very, very lonely. He was frightened of towns and of people, but... There were Pokémon.
Clover decided to do something new and strange and completely bizarre, and adopt a Pokémon from the lab. He had no idea what was ahead for him, and less idea about how he was going to go about training a Pokémon (you know, assuming he could force himself to make the break with his past).
