Post by red on Apr 7, 2009 12:03:16 GMT -5
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P R O M E T H E U S SCORPIUS H U N T E R . !![/b]
--[/color]alias[/color]
Theus.
--age[/color]
16.d.o.b[/color] November 5th.--
--zodiac[/color] scorpio ; fixed, introverted, feminine, water ; “I desire”.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
--[/color]gender[/color]
Male.
--hometown[/color]
Mossdeep City.
--sexuality[/color]
Gay.
--height[/color]
5’5”.
--weight[/color]
94lbs.
--hair color[/color]
Platinum blond, appears gray or white in certain lights.
--eye Color[/color]
Slate gray.
--build[/color]
EmaciatedThin, with a delicate bone structure; he looks somewhat malnourished.
--distinguishing marks[/color]
A tongue piercing, and large blue and red tattoo of a phoenix on his right hip and thigh. [ note: the picture is just a rough idea of what it looks like; it’s actually a little larger, with the wings spread open and tipped with blue and red flames. (also, apologies if this counts as "vulgar"; you really can’t see anything.) ]
--appearance[/color]
Theus, if nothing else, is eye-catching. Despite being a woeful 5’5”, his skin’s bleach white, slightly less like bone after the weeks he’s spent in the sun, and his hair is platinum blond and practically glows in the sun (much like his skin – he looks like someone picked him up and dipped him in white gloss paint). His eyes hardly help to add warmth to his already icy complexion, because, even though they’re large and “cute”, slate gray is hardly a colour that inspires warmth; the black and gray kohl smudged into the area around them hardly helps.
Theus capitalises on his monochromatic appearance by dressing, head to toe, in black, white and shades of gray – in fact, if you see him, he’ll probably be in his favourite jumper, a large cashmere affair his mother bought for him, which is two sizes too big and falls off of his shoulders in fluffy black and gray horizontal stripes. Along with this jumper, he often wears his trusty gray trench coat, which flairs out as it reaches his knees in a pleasingly ominous fashion – the two white armbands sewn into the left arm are a bonus. Theus also makes the most of his depressingly thin legs by wearing skinny jeans and heinously tight white lace-up boots over them, which, if he leaves the tops untied, finish just below his knees. Add in a thick white belt, looped around twice because he nicked it from Callum, and you’ve got yourself one nifty outfit.
Most don’t see the large phoenix tattoo plastered onto his side. Quite honestly, it’s his favourite thing about his appearance, apart from the silver stud in the middle of his tongue. He loves both of them, and has even named the phoenix Arcturus (or Archie), because he doesn’t think his parents should be the only people allowed to give things horrendous names. (He also plans to exact this revenge on his pokemon, but don’t tell them that.)
People tend to think that he likes looking girly, and he aims for it, throwing on hundreds of shiny silver necklaces and painting his nails, but he really doesn’t. If he’s honest, he’d love to be just a bit taller, with broader shoulders and a less feminine and “pretty” bone structure – but, he’s playing a part. He wears necklaces and tiaras because, while he does feel comfortable in them, they’re a part of his defence mechanism. They make him feel less absurd.
--personality[/color]
Theus likes to be the centre of attention. He likes to be noticed. He likes to have people looking at him wherever he goes. But, even more than that, he likes to be able to command the focus of the crowd, and then slink away the next minute; the dichotomy of the matter, is that he likes being at the forefront of everything, but he also thrives off of the fact that it’s not something he actually needs. However, whether he has to be a diva or not is irrelevant – he finds himself slipping into the role, for the most part, subconsciously, piling on the bravado and dramatics and, over all, acting like a hyperactive, especially camp, fairy.
It’s odd, but this continuous energy translates into an odd sort of charisma. Most of the time, people seem to instinctively like him, whether or not the feeling is mutual. He’s good at putting on an act, playing out whatever part is necessary for him to accomplish his goals. Yes, he’s a manipulative little bastard, and, no, he doesn’t particularly care (he has the moral compass of a politician and the emotional maturity of a toddler), but he can be genuinely niceif he feels like it. Though, as much as he may seem like a scathing, sarcastic, snarky prat, he’s actually a decent guy beneath layers and layers of prickly defense mechanisms and, while you’re not going to find a bleeding heart under all that, he’s not half the bastard he sometimes appears to be (that is, when he’s not doing a rendition of “Don’t Stop Me Now” on the coffee table). No, you’re just going to find an eccentric egoist, with little regard for morality and normalcy, and common decency, who’s actually d**n entertaining to be around, even though he can be a whinypregnant dog… person. Despite the arrogance, though, there is a little self-doubt; not much, mind, he’s not exactly going to break down into tears of self-loathing, but it’s just enough to prove that he doesn’t think he’s God’s gift to mortals. He likes to act as if he is, but he knows his limits – and likes to test them.
Now, there’s not a lot Theus cares deeply about, other than his own person; Callum and Auntie Seville are up there on the list, of course, even though his parents aren’t (he’s never forgiven them for his name – his heart’s just not big enough). For those who make it onto the list, Theus will happily play the part of champion, their fearsome protector, never to let them down; that is, however, until it becomes either them, or him. And he loves himself more. Which, isn’t to say he won’t fight for them and strive to help them should they need it; it’s just that, if it should come down to it, his own interests come first. (Especially if it’s money, which ranks No. 2 on the “list of things Theus can’t live without” after coffee, but before oxygen.) But, if his own person is not in harms way, he will retaliate against anyone who tries to do anything to those he cares about (unless they a) deserve it, or b) can take care of themselves); usually, this will involve copious amounts of caffeine being ingested and much planning involving a pencil and napkins to avenge the offended party. If, however, he is the offended party, then the next step is usually him having a legendary tantrum and trying to pull them apart with his bare hands.
--history[/color]
Marie deGlace was twenty-six when she started work at the Mossdeep Space Center; two years after leaving university. She was put onto a team of five, analysing data for far-away galaxies. With mountains of data, both old and new, to work their way through, it wasn’t exactly fun. Around this time, Marie befriended another member of her team, Rupert Hunter. Needless to say, they hit it right off: a year later, they were married and, nine months after that, they gave birth to their only and unfortunately named son. (Theus, to this day, maintains his belief that his father was on acid when he named him; the alternative is too horrible to imagine.)
All things considered, Theus’s early childhood was pretty peaceful. His parents were both very busy people, now both high-level scientists working at the Space Center, but they always managed to find time for their young son. Theus never went without attention, affection or anything else his little heart could desire; in fact, his usual demand was to go to visit the Space Center with them when they went to work. Sadly, they hardly ever let him, usually leaving Theus with his poor Auntie Seville, who thought she could talk to plants. Now, when his parents look back on this, they realise that this was their first big mistake. Well, after calling the child Prometheus Scorpius, of course.
It was when Theus was five and started attending school that things started to go a bit wrong. The bluntness, lack of empathy and erroneous thinking patterns so prominent in young children, instead of slowly maturing into the mindset of an older, maturer child, became more pronounced. His school was at their wit’s end; Theus was constantly insulting both teachers and fellow students, but made no effort to apologise and – shock horror – didn’t even seem to realise he was being impolite. And, though his grades were very, very good, grades weren’t enough to account for “delinquent behaviour”.
Naturally, his parents blamed Auntie Seville.
Two years later, after receiving both threats and lessons in manners from his parents, teachers and the much saner Uncle Chris, Theus was expelled from school for “continued misconduct and disregard for authority”. It was shortly after this that Theus decided to destroy the last hope his parents had of him: he wasn’t going to go to university or continue with his schooling, he was going to travel the world and train Pokémon. No one was quite sure where the idea had come from – no self-respecting person from either family had ever had such a crude vocation – and so they set about to talk him out of it. Theus found the whole thing terribly amusing.
With neither parent willing to leave work and both feeling utterly disenchanted with their “demon offspring” (which Theus thought to be unfair and a little overdramatic), they gave the child back to Auntie Seville to look after and told her to try and talk some sense into the snarky seven year old. Instead, she introduced him into the world of horticulture and gave him his own section in her spacious, high-ceiling, state-of-the-art greenhouse.
However, instead of nurturing the seedlings and plants she gave to him, he dissected them; some he left to grow, putting each into various environments to stress them, before examining them and the damage he’d done to them. Seville, bless her heart, misread his reasons for sabotaging the assortment of ferns, orchids and passion flower; she believed the boy to have a mind of a scientist, and let him do his work in peace, cross-breeding various species and then pulling them apart to see the differences each possessed. Auntie Seville thought it was terribly darling.
Now, it may seem peculiar that no other children have been mentioned in great detail. Up until his ninth birthday, Theus hadn’t acquired a single friend. He’d never been a particularly outgoing boy and he’d always been a little eccentric for most people’s tastes.
It was a cold November morning when Theus made his way down to the beach. Apart from the days his parents would drop by, or send Uncle Chris over to check up on him, his days had taken on a somewhat routine format: he’d wake up early to help his Auntie make breakfast, usually pancakes or waffles, before going out through the side door, down the long garden path lined with tulips, and into the greenhouse. Sometimes Seville would follow him, nattering away, and others she’d stay in the house for a few more hours to watch television, read a book or write some more of the novel she’d been working on (it had been three years in the making – she’d only reached chapter four and had taken to whining about writer’s block at regular intervals). That day, she’d stayed inside, the faint humming of the news channel just audible inside the vast glass greenhouse. Theus had checked his plants, several of which showed signs of wilting, adjusted the feed and gave them their pre-ordained fill of water, before leaving for the stretch of beach just behind the garden to play in the sand and sea before his "lessons".
The area of beach behind Auntie Seville’s house was surrounded by rocky outcroppings, on which she’d hung several flower baskets, which were to be watered later that day when the sun had passed over. Theus often wondered why she didn’t go and get herself a Pokémon to aid her in her research. But, whenever he’d bothered to ask her, her whole face would turn dark, and the mad coot would start muttering about “Old Splash” (he later found out that “Old Splash” was the name of her Vaporeon who’d been killed after getting caught in the turbines of one of the boats that surrounded the island-city; sounded like a painful and rather messy way to go). Theus desperately wanted a Pokémon. Neither of his parents had been particularly keen on them, and all Uncle Chris had was an old Poochyena he’d never bothered to train, but was good for fetching his slippers.
However, there was a reason Theus had come to like the little sandy haven: there were never any people there. Which is why, the day after his birthday, Theus had been surprised to see a boy, a year or so older than himself, playing with what he could only describe as “the single coolest thing he’d ever seen” (later revealed to be a Totodile that belonged to the boy's brother). After walking up to the boy and introducing himself, he was even more surprised to hear that the boy, Callum, was their next door neighbour; Theus had explained that he didn’t get out a lot, seeing as people tended to get offended when he did. Only, unlike everyone in the known universe (minus Seville), Callum had found Theus’ scathing humour hilarious. Theus himself found that he loved Callum’s “devil may care” attitude.
Three weeks later, they were practically joined at the hip.
The years passed. Callum gradually began to pull Theus further and further out of his shell. They went to parties together, and Theus found that, by curbing his acerbic wit and putting on a few coy pretences, he could have people eating out of the palm of his hand. Theus introduced Callum to a new kind of fashion, with jewellery, kohl eyeliner and tight jeans. They both got drunk for the first time together, and then many more times in the days, weeks and years that followed. Theus, always a small, delicate boy, seemed to stop growing at age thirteen; Callum kept on growing, almost five foot ten by his fourteenth birthday.
Despite the fact that his parents highly disapproved of their friendship, they still “made nice” with Callum’s, even inviting them on their annual trip to Lilycove when the boys were fifteen and sixteen respectively. Seville thought their friendship was darling. On their first night there, Callum dragged Theus to a tattoo bar in one of the back-streets, where they got matching tattoos and Callumbribedtalked Theus into getting his tongue pierced; two weeks after that, they shared their first clumsy kiss under the pier (it was the piercing’s fault, not the vodka). Neither was new to the idea of romance; both had been with at least one other person, though neither in a relationship context. After all, they had someone to share their dreams, hopes and days with, didn’t they? Why would they need someone else to take up space?
Their relationship trundled along in secret, until, like they’d always discussed, it was time to part ways. It wasn’t an emotional farewell. Callum was off to take up an apprenticeship in carpentry in Fortree on the mainland, and, with his family’s reluctant blessing (he didn’t need it nor ask for it, but they were odd like that), Theus was off to find his fortune as a trainer, like he’d always promised. Sure, he would miss his friend of seven years, but they’d both been ready and, besides, it wasn’t like they’d never see each other again; neither were particularly sentimental or emotional (Theus has all the emotional maturity and depth of a waffle-iron, but Callum’s a little bit better: he’s more like a Magikarp.)
Only, despite the little “home schooling” he received from his Auntie Seville and the bits of information he gleaned from Callum and his brother, Theus knew next to nothing about Pokémon. So, taking a few months out of his schedule, he toured first his home region, before travelling out on a ferry to Johto. From there, he got the train to Kanto, before, finally, reaching Vermillion City. He was checking his map, listening to the port inter-com, when he saw some details about the rather lovely sounding Lanorae region; it looked like heaven compared to the horrendous hike across three regions that he’d subjected himself to (thank god he was a fast runner – they meant it when they said travelling without a Pokémon was dangerous). So, he bought a ferry ticket and a latte and jumped on the ship, hoping that he wasn’t falling victim to false advertising…Again.
U N D E R BURNING S K I E S . !!
[ i'm what you found, i'm upside down ]
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