Post by Emelius Cathran on Nov 26, 2014 2:21:42 GMT
Full Name: Emelius Cathran
Mini Profile Name Color: Something in a shade of blue.
Nicknames: He's been called about every variation on "fraud" and "thief" out there at one point or another, though, as well as several interesting and colorful variations of "murderer" in his home town. He also has the personal gall to call himself "The Great Emelius".
Age: 24
Birthday: January 7th
Gender: Male
Showdown ID: None at this time.
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur, Male, nicknamed "Alias"
Appearance:
Emelius is a man of fairly average height, and for the most part fairly unremarkable in general. His hair is an unkempt mass of brown that stands in wild spikes and refuses any efforts to be wrestled into submission. Most often a scraggly growth of beard is on his face, though anything resembling a proper 'stache is unwilling to grow to complete the set. The most exorbitant feature about him are his eyes: a deep, warm brown, which many have sworn to be an almost glowing gold. Both are true, as his eyes grow more luminous and golden in color when exerting his abilities, also manifesting as a glowing cloud of light around his hands and whatever object he is manipulating at the time.
His attire is relatively simple. A collared, button-down shirt of some random color that struck his fancy on the given day, a typically dark-colored undershirt, and loose, comfortable jeans. The only constants to his wardrobe is his well-worn leather belt and hiking boots, both of which were once black, but have been heavily dirt and dust-stained to a dull, murky brownish color. Over top of all of that, his long, leather coat is a signature that he is never seen without, no matter the weather.
He bears a simple silver star on a chain around his neck, and often carries a walking stick, especially when anticipating a "performance".
Personality: Typically reserved and far from being the center of attention, Emelius is none the less a well spoken and jovial sort, preferring to never shy away from an encounter unless it grows a touch too....dangerous. In such a situation, he quickly and conveniently remembers an appointment he must catch and departs as swiftly as he may, while remaining polite about it if at all possible.
When the situation calls for it, though, he suddenly explodes and bursts into the loud, boisterous persona of "the Great Emelius", a stage performer and magician of considerable flair and no small amount of talent. He is fond of smoke and mirrors and using wordplay and sleight of hand to confuse, amaze, and rob people....even if most of the time he simply dumps what he takes on the side of a road somewhere.
He is no stranger to being caught in the act, either, and despite his seedy reputation and his stage name being known enough in crime circles to make him easily recognizable, he refuses to quit or change his rather noticable choice of wardrobe. He simply prefers to keep incidents of trouble isolated whenever possible, and make any important sites or witnesses to his crimes simply...disappear, in some of his greatest acts, often going to unnecessarily drastic measures to leave nothing behind to incriminate him, though terrible often forgetting much simpler methods of identifying him.
Family:
Howitz Cathran -- Father -- 47
Lucille Cathran -- Mother -- 46
Estevus Cathran -- Uncle -- 41
Marcus Cathran -- Brother -- 19
History: Emelius Cathran is a name that is well known and equally talked about in amused, reverent, and cursed tones, all due to events which took place shortly before his departure to set out on the road. Born and raised to a relatively simple childhood in Lavender Town, his upbringing was far from outstanding. In general, at least. All too soon it was discovered he had not insignificant psychic abilities. And as soon as he realized that himself, things began to change. He fell in with a rather seedy crowd, who put all manner of bad ideas in his head, though they scattered to the four winds to do their own business before he was old enough to get in any real trouble.
But he trained his powers, discovering that, among other things, he could move small objects with his mind -- such as a Pokeball -- which he gleefully used for all manner of mischief, not the least of which was sending passing trainers' pokeballs tumbling from their bags and belts to roll all over the place. During an ill-advised venture into Pokemon Tower, he discovered another interesting ability, in that he could very easily sense the emotions and general thoughts of Pokemon. Not outright communication -- at least not then -- but it was very, very interesting to the then-young Emelius.
He practiced, and practiced, and over the next several years grew and developed his powers. Soon enough, he could 'haunt' people with ghostly voices in their heads, and listen in on what were supposed to be private thoughts. His control over moving small objects had grown. He could now well and truly mess with his town, causing doors to open and close abruptly, things to fall from shelves, and many a passing traveller was shocked to find their possessions go flying away from them, into bushes or through windows.
But it wasn't until he watched the performance of a travelling stage magician and his Pokemon associates that he discovered what would become his true calling. After humiliating the magician by revealing the secrets of his tricks -- something which amused him in a fashion that earned him many angry, disbelieving stares and scowls -- he set out to perfect that particular art on his own.
And then, one cold night, he discovered something he loved even more. Stealing. Swiping money from a passing traveller just on impulse to see if he could, and thanks to a well-timed distraction the poor sap never even realized he'd been robbed. And that was all it took. How his two loves became mixed, even he's fuzzy on. But one thing's for sure: it's been one hell of a life since then.
A nightmare on the night of his first actual performance revealed something else to him. Something that he regretted and earnestly hated. A dream of fire and betrayal. And only a few weeks later, it happened. Had he not been well-awake and making plans for another performance and mass-stealing, he might have been caught.
But the Great Emelius was no fool, and escaped out a window, vanishing into the night, leaving only broken glass and masses of scribbled plans behind. A glimpse behind him at who had come to pay him a visit revealed it to be a friend of his family, in the local Police force. A man he knew personally and had considered a friend. He howled his displeasure and disbelief into the night as he bounded away and vanished into the darkness.
He was suddenly painfully aware of what his nightmare had meant. His interpretation might have been twisted, but it made sense to him and that was all that mattered. He knew what to do.
Only a few days later, he gave his next performance much earlier than anticipated, when he made the fool of an officer who had come to pay him a visit, and his entire house, disappear. Permanently.
The flames were just beginning to really roar when he skipped out of town, but not without being seen. And he was cackling hysterically, boisterously shouting that he would never be caught, leaping and sprinting off down the path away from town, a well-packed travel bag over his shoulder, and his sturdy walking stick in the other.
Since then, he has traveled all over Kanto, and made more than one rather short journey elsewhere, being generally obnoxious and practicing his tricks. Mesmerizing crowds with shows of light and smoke and things moving on their own, guessing games he nearly can't lose, and bets of all types have kept him well-funded for his travels, and made his name mud in more than a few circles due to his habit of taking anything and everything not nailed down in some cases. He simply laughs it off, and skips out of town to avoid the heat catching him whenever he can.
He has only put on one other such "grand" performance as he did on his flight from Lavender Town, but it was swiftly contained by a passing trainer and their Pokemon.
Mini Profile Name Color: Something in a shade of blue.
Nicknames: He's been called about every variation on "fraud" and "thief" out there at one point or another, though, as well as several interesting and colorful variations of "murderer" in his home town. He also has the personal gall to call himself "The Great Emelius".
Age: 24
Birthday: January 7th
Gender: Male
Showdown ID: None at this time.
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur, Male, nicknamed "Alias"
Appearance:
Emelius is a man of fairly average height, and for the most part fairly unremarkable in general. His hair is an unkempt mass of brown that stands in wild spikes and refuses any efforts to be wrestled into submission. Most often a scraggly growth of beard is on his face, though anything resembling a proper 'stache is unwilling to grow to complete the set. The most exorbitant feature about him are his eyes: a deep, warm brown, which many have sworn to be an almost glowing gold. Both are true, as his eyes grow more luminous and golden in color when exerting his abilities, also manifesting as a glowing cloud of light around his hands and whatever object he is manipulating at the time.
His attire is relatively simple. A collared, button-down shirt of some random color that struck his fancy on the given day, a typically dark-colored undershirt, and loose, comfortable jeans. The only constants to his wardrobe is his well-worn leather belt and hiking boots, both of which were once black, but have been heavily dirt and dust-stained to a dull, murky brownish color. Over top of all of that, his long, leather coat is a signature that he is never seen without, no matter the weather.
He bears a simple silver star on a chain around his neck, and often carries a walking stick, especially when anticipating a "performance".
Personality: Typically reserved and far from being the center of attention, Emelius is none the less a well spoken and jovial sort, preferring to never shy away from an encounter unless it grows a touch too....dangerous. In such a situation, he quickly and conveniently remembers an appointment he must catch and departs as swiftly as he may, while remaining polite about it if at all possible.
When the situation calls for it, though, he suddenly explodes and bursts into the loud, boisterous persona of "the Great Emelius", a stage performer and magician of considerable flair and no small amount of talent. He is fond of smoke and mirrors and using wordplay and sleight of hand to confuse, amaze, and rob people....even if most of the time he simply dumps what he takes on the side of a road somewhere.
He is no stranger to being caught in the act, either, and despite his seedy reputation and his stage name being known enough in crime circles to make him easily recognizable, he refuses to quit or change his rather noticable choice of wardrobe. He simply prefers to keep incidents of trouble isolated whenever possible, and make any important sites or witnesses to his crimes simply...disappear, in some of his greatest acts, often going to unnecessarily drastic measures to leave nothing behind to incriminate him, though terrible often forgetting much simpler methods of identifying him.
Family:
Howitz Cathran -- Father -- 47
Lucille Cathran -- Mother -- 46
Estevus Cathran -- Uncle -- 41
Marcus Cathran -- Brother -- 19
History: Emelius Cathran is a name that is well known and equally talked about in amused, reverent, and cursed tones, all due to events which took place shortly before his departure to set out on the road. Born and raised to a relatively simple childhood in Lavender Town, his upbringing was far from outstanding. In general, at least. All too soon it was discovered he had not insignificant psychic abilities. And as soon as he realized that himself, things began to change. He fell in with a rather seedy crowd, who put all manner of bad ideas in his head, though they scattered to the four winds to do their own business before he was old enough to get in any real trouble.
But he trained his powers, discovering that, among other things, he could move small objects with his mind -- such as a Pokeball -- which he gleefully used for all manner of mischief, not the least of which was sending passing trainers' pokeballs tumbling from their bags and belts to roll all over the place. During an ill-advised venture into Pokemon Tower, he discovered another interesting ability, in that he could very easily sense the emotions and general thoughts of Pokemon. Not outright communication -- at least not then -- but it was very, very interesting to the then-young Emelius.
He practiced, and practiced, and over the next several years grew and developed his powers. Soon enough, he could 'haunt' people with ghostly voices in their heads, and listen in on what were supposed to be private thoughts. His control over moving small objects had grown. He could now well and truly mess with his town, causing doors to open and close abruptly, things to fall from shelves, and many a passing traveller was shocked to find their possessions go flying away from them, into bushes or through windows.
But it wasn't until he watched the performance of a travelling stage magician and his Pokemon associates that he discovered what would become his true calling. After humiliating the magician by revealing the secrets of his tricks -- something which amused him in a fashion that earned him many angry, disbelieving stares and scowls -- he set out to perfect that particular art on his own.
And then, one cold night, he discovered something he loved even more. Stealing. Swiping money from a passing traveller just on impulse to see if he could, and thanks to a well-timed distraction the poor sap never even realized he'd been robbed. And that was all it took. How his two loves became mixed, even he's fuzzy on. But one thing's for sure: it's been one hell of a life since then.
A nightmare on the night of his first actual performance revealed something else to him. Something that he regretted and earnestly hated. A dream of fire and betrayal. And only a few weeks later, it happened. Had he not been well-awake and making plans for another performance and mass-stealing, he might have been caught.
But the Great Emelius was no fool, and escaped out a window, vanishing into the night, leaving only broken glass and masses of scribbled plans behind. A glimpse behind him at who had come to pay him a visit revealed it to be a friend of his family, in the local Police force. A man he knew personally and had considered a friend. He howled his displeasure and disbelief into the night as he bounded away and vanished into the darkness.
He was suddenly painfully aware of what his nightmare had meant. His interpretation might have been twisted, but it made sense to him and that was all that mattered. He knew what to do.
Only a few days later, he gave his next performance much earlier than anticipated, when he made the fool of an officer who had come to pay him a visit, and his entire house, disappear. Permanently.
The flames were just beginning to really roar when he skipped out of town, but not without being seen. And he was cackling hysterically, boisterously shouting that he would never be caught, leaping and sprinting off down the path away from town, a well-packed travel bag over his shoulder, and his sturdy walking stick in the other.
Since then, he has traveled all over Kanto, and made more than one rather short journey elsewhere, being generally obnoxious and practicing his tricks. Mesmerizing crowds with shows of light and smoke and things moving on their own, guessing games he nearly can't lose, and bets of all types have kept him well-funded for his travels, and made his name mud in more than a few circles due to his habit of taking anything and everything not nailed down in some cases. He simply laughs it off, and skips out of town to avoid the heat catching him whenever he can.
He has only put on one other such "grand" performance as he did on his flight from Lavender Town, but it was swiftly contained by a passing trainer and their Pokemon.
