Post by Guy Richards on Nov 18, 2014 23:25:07 GMT
Full Name: Guy Wayne Richards
Mini Profile Name Color: #C73030
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 14
Birthday: 13th February
Gender: Male
Showdown ID: N/A
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur M ("Seedy")
Even before being given his awful nickname, Seedy was a pessimistic, self-deprecative bulbasaur. There doesn't seem to be an obvious reason for this; he simply dislikes himself, and this is often reflected in his attitude during combat. Losing isn't just a possibility--it's inevitable.
During normal interactions with other pokemon he'll play the irreverent jokester, but he'll back down quickly should his behavior provoke confrontation.
Appearance:
A short, pale teen with a face still padded by baby fat. His cheeks, nose, and shoulders are densely freckled, and his hair, while greasy, has still managed to blossom into a small fireball of curls. Chubby face aside, his features are mostly narrow and straight.
The teen's outfit isn't remarkable. He rotates a few oversized band shirts daily and can always be seen in what must be the sole pair of jeans he chose to pack. A cheap blue backpack hangs over his shoulder, its compartments sagging and sunken inward.
He has a skittish nature about him, as if he might bolt should anyone approach him too suddenly.
Personality:
Guy's a coward, and it's a wonder he's even taken the initiative on this endeavor. It's possible his loyalty--or his adoration--is the stronger trait, but it's just as possible that he's none too bright and makes snap decisions he can't back down from.
In the months after the disappearance, the kid's anxiety has slowly risen--as has his longing for positive attention. Without his older brother to pal along with, his social group has shrunk to nothing. He'll do anything anyone asks so long as they'll put up with him and let him hang around. Unfortunately, it's this very desperation and sycophantic attitude that tends to put most off.
Guy isn't much of a fighter, and neither are most of his favorite pokemon. He goes for appearance over ability, and his aesthetics lean toward "weird" critters like slowpoke and magnemite. Grass- and bug-types in particular catch his fancy.
Overall he's a giant obsessive dweebazoid.
Family:
Sibling - Val Richards
Guy's 17-year-old brother who disappeared more than a year ago. Val was practically a hero to Guy, who would do anything his sibling said and follow him wherever he could, no matter how unwise it might have been to do so. Guy loved him more than his own parents, neither of whom he's very attached to.
Val himself was a strong-willed lad with just enough smarts and charisma to get himself into trouble. He left home at 15 for his own pokemon journey. Six months in, he stopped contacting his family entirely; no one has seen hide nor hair of him since.
Father - Daniel Richards
The absentee parent. Guy is barely aware of him. He hasn't been an active part of their lives since Val was young, but neither of the boys ever gave indication they cared all that much. Sometimes he sent gifts during birthdays and holidays, but these occasions were rare and have dwindled since his eldest son vanished. Supposedly he manages a grocery in Celadon.
Mother - Fay Tailor-Richards
A woman of few words. She struggled to make ends meet with her plethora of part-time jobs; since Val disappeared, however, her hours have been cut dramatically and she spends more time at home getting very little done. Guy's cringing but otherwise apathetic response to her own plight hasn't helped matters.
History:
Guy would say that, other than the situation with his brother, his life's been pretty uneventful. This is true by some definitions; after all, he never felt burdened by his father's parting, nor his mother's lack of involvement with either of her children while breaking her back to support them. His days were filled with the tedium of school, homework, and long excursions into downtown Viridian with his brother.
Val's leaving, however, was inevitable. If it hadn't been for a pokemon journey with his friends, it would've been after obtaining his diploma; either way, Guy was so caught up in the day-to-day that the sudden departure blindsided him. Keeping it under wraps until the big day was no mean feat, and it was clear they didn't want him to follow--as he would have had he'd known. Even at the age of twelve, he'd nearly thrown a fit that day, and it was only with the promise of frequent letters and phone calls that he'd calmed enough to see his brother and his possé of pals off.
And for a while he'd kept his promise. Despite the fact he was tired of hauling his goofy little brother everywhere, Val wasn't so unkind to keep him in the dark about his progress. A letter every few weeks, a call whenever they hit a town with a Pokemon Center... It was enough to mollify Guy regardless of his lonely after-school hours.
It wasn't possible to say exactly when communication stopped. The last they'd heard, he was in Vermilion preparing for the long trek to Fuchsia; it was going to be some time before he had access to a phone, and letters were always far apart. Without knowing when he and his friends disappeared, nor which of the four routes that sat between the two cities they might have been on last, the police weren't confident in their chances of tracking them down. After several fruitless searches, they sent word out to look for teens matching their descriptions and left it up to the populace.
That was a year and a half ago. If anything, the passage of time only compounded Guy's sense of loss; disregarding his mother's attempts to connect with him and share their grief, he withdrew, avoiding her and spending more time away from the house. Attempts at buddying up with those of Val's friends that had remained behind were painful at best.
The idea came to him gradually. He was successful at pushing it away at first, but the longer he waited for news--still clinging to that strand of hope--the stronger it gripped him. But it was the commercials that finally pushed him over the edge; Pallet Town wasn't that far. Could it really be so easy?
It was hard to convince his mother. In the end, he didn't. Acting on an upswelling of courage (or overwhelming stupidity) he crept off one day, simply failing to return home one evening after a typical roam around the neighborhood.
Guy would hunt for his lost brother on his own, all else be damned.
Mini Profile Name Color: #C73030
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 14
Birthday: 13th February
Gender: Male
Showdown ID: N/A
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur M ("Seedy")
Even before being given his awful nickname, Seedy was a pessimistic, self-deprecative bulbasaur. There doesn't seem to be an obvious reason for this; he simply dislikes himself, and this is often reflected in his attitude during combat. Losing isn't just a possibility--it's inevitable.
During normal interactions with other pokemon he'll play the irreverent jokester, but he'll back down quickly should his behavior provoke confrontation.
Appearance:
A short, pale teen with a face still padded by baby fat. His cheeks, nose, and shoulders are densely freckled, and his hair, while greasy, has still managed to blossom into a small fireball of curls. Chubby face aside, his features are mostly narrow and straight.
The teen's outfit isn't remarkable. He rotates a few oversized band shirts daily and can always be seen in what must be the sole pair of jeans he chose to pack. A cheap blue backpack hangs over his shoulder, its compartments sagging and sunken inward.
He has a skittish nature about him, as if he might bolt should anyone approach him too suddenly.
Personality:
Guy's a coward, and it's a wonder he's even taken the initiative on this endeavor. It's possible his loyalty--or his adoration--is the stronger trait, but it's just as possible that he's none too bright and makes snap decisions he can't back down from.
In the months after the disappearance, the kid's anxiety has slowly risen--as has his longing for positive attention. Without his older brother to pal along with, his social group has shrunk to nothing. He'll do anything anyone asks so long as they'll put up with him and let him hang around. Unfortunately, it's this very desperation and sycophantic attitude that tends to put most off.
Guy isn't much of a fighter, and neither are most of his favorite pokemon. He goes for appearance over ability, and his aesthetics lean toward "weird" critters like slowpoke and magnemite. Grass- and bug-types in particular catch his fancy.
Overall he's a giant obsessive dweebazoid.
Family:
Sibling - Val Richards
Guy's 17-year-old brother who disappeared more than a year ago. Val was practically a hero to Guy, who would do anything his sibling said and follow him wherever he could, no matter how unwise it might have been to do so. Guy loved him more than his own parents, neither of whom he's very attached to.
Val himself was a strong-willed lad with just enough smarts and charisma to get himself into trouble. He left home at 15 for his own pokemon journey. Six months in, he stopped contacting his family entirely; no one has seen hide nor hair of him since.
Father - Daniel Richards
The absentee parent. Guy is barely aware of him. He hasn't been an active part of their lives since Val was young, but neither of the boys ever gave indication they cared all that much. Sometimes he sent gifts during birthdays and holidays, but these occasions were rare and have dwindled since his eldest son vanished. Supposedly he manages a grocery in Celadon.
Mother - Fay Tailor-Richards
A woman of few words. She struggled to make ends meet with her plethora of part-time jobs; since Val disappeared, however, her hours have been cut dramatically and she spends more time at home getting very little done. Guy's cringing but otherwise apathetic response to her own plight hasn't helped matters.
History:
Guy would say that, other than the situation with his brother, his life's been pretty uneventful. This is true by some definitions; after all, he never felt burdened by his father's parting, nor his mother's lack of involvement with either of her children while breaking her back to support them. His days were filled with the tedium of school, homework, and long excursions into downtown Viridian with his brother.
Val's leaving, however, was inevitable. If it hadn't been for a pokemon journey with his friends, it would've been after obtaining his diploma; either way, Guy was so caught up in the day-to-day that the sudden departure blindsided him. Keeping it under wraps until the big day was no mean feat, and it was clear they didn't want him to follow--as he would have had he'd known. Even at the age of twelve, he'd nearly thrown a fit that day, and it was only with the promise of frequent letters and phone calls that he'd calmed enough to see his brother and his possé of pals off.
And for a while he'd kept his promise. Despite the fact he was tired of hauling his goofy little brother everywhere, Val wasn't so unkind to keep him in the dark about his progress. A letter every few weeks, a call whenever they hit a town with a Pokemon Center... It was enough to mollify Guy regardless of his lonely after-school hours.
It wasn't possible to say exactly when communication stopped. The last they'd heard, he was in Vermilion preparing for the long trek to Fuchsia; it was going to be some time before he had access to a phone, and letters were always far apart. Without knowing when he and his friends disappeared, nor which of the four routes that sat between the two cities they might have been on last, the police weren't confident in their chances of tracking them down. After several fruitless searches, they sent word out to look for teens matching their descriptions and left it up to the populace.
That was a year and a half ago. If anything, the passage of time only compounded Guy's sense of loss; disregarding his mother's attempts to connect with him and share their grief, he withdrew, avoiding her and spending more time away from the house. Attempts at buddying up with those of Val's friends that had remained behind were painful at best.
The idea came to him gradually. He was successful at pushing it away at first, but the longer he waited for news--still clinging to that strand of hope--the stronger it gripped him. But it was the commercials that finally pushed him over the edge; Pallet Town wasn't that far. Could it really be so easy?
It was hard to convince his mother. In the end, he didn't. Acting on an upswelling of courage (or overwhelming stupidity) he crept off one day, simply failing to return home one evening after a typical roam around the neighborhood.
Guy would hunt for his lost brother on his own, all else be damned.