Post by Tray Daniels on Feb 7, 2013 20:15:58 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Tray Daniels
★ NICKNAME: Tray, he's usually fine with just about any nickname given.
★ MEMBER GROUP:gijinka
★ POKEMON: Luxray
★ STATUS Legal
★ AGE: 23
★ HEIGHT: 5 foot eleven inches
★ WEIGHT: 120 ilbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Tray Daniels, by Aztec. A.K.A as an original character.
★ APPEARANCE:
His skin is of a darker pallor due to his long hours spent in the sun. His black hear is cut short, its longest points reaching the top of his ears; most of the time it is messy like he's gotten out of bed.(Who knows maybe he has.) His eyes are a deep blue though they turn a stormier gray when angered; a hereditary trait inherited from his grandfather. He has a smooth voice, a handsome tenor that makes up a wonderful singing voice. Usually seen wearing pants that look like blue jeans, made out of a more flexible material then the ridged Levi, they allow him to move more freely. Usually most often they are worn and torn on the knees or pant leg hems from both his hard work and play. He is not beyond wearing pajama pants for a quick run to the super market. Tray tends to wear a gray open collared shirt with blue and yellow strips on the side- in honor of the pokemon who saved his life- although he will wear black or blue T's every now and again.
Brown leather gloves, given to him by his father are only removed when he is sleeping. Ending several inches before his elbows, they are thick enough to block a blow from a blade, yet pliable enough to work in. A thin piece of metal is wrapped within the leather on the upper part of the arm, and across his knuckles, adding extra protection to his arms and strength to his punches. His father said they were a tradition of his family's from a time long ago. He also wears a long blue-black jacket where ever he goes, its length extending to the top of his knee. He wears a pair of pliable, soft soled boots, that allow him to feel the ground beneath his feet and move in silence.
His build is lean yet muscular, toned from hard work at the farm and at his uncle‘s. Physically fit Tray is very light on his feet. Like a jungle cat, he is agile and flexible with lightning fast reflexes. He can react in a split second, changing his direction then attacking equally as fast. Skilled as a hunter Tray can seemingly vanish into the forest and often when he enters unfamiliar territory, he'll bring along a dark green cloak to help him blend in. Able to spirit through the undergrowth or street, Tray often is not noticed by others until he is upon them. A skilled marksmen- who is far to modest- Tray can hit almost anything with his longbow. Combined with his skills with his hunting knife, he can be a rather deadly opponent. Tray is often seen walking down the street with his longbow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder, his hunting knife strapped to his right hip. Another smaller knife is skillfully hidden in his boot, covered by a piece of leather that appears to be apart of the boot.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Positive- Even in the most dreary of situations Tray can always find something to be happy about, if the his house as been destroyed he may find humor in a particularly large couch ending up in a tree, or that nothing of real value had been destroyed.
- Truthful- Even as a flirt he never says anything he doesn’t think is true, honest and guileless this boy is completely trustworthy. You could give him a briefcase with a million dollars inside and he would not even open it.
- Loyal- He will go to the gates of tarter us and fight Hadies himself, if it meant keeping his loved ones safe.
- Understanding and empathetic- many find a confidant and a friend within this kind hearted fellow.
- Loyalty- Like a luxury, when one gains his loyalty, and never betraying it, they have it for life.
★ NEGATIVE:
- Stubborn- Worthy of the Luxray DNA within him Tray can be extremely tenacious, when he sinks his fangs into something he does not let go. Once he is in such a state it takes a lot of convincing to get this guy to give up what he is pursuing.
- Cunning- Under the act he is a very smart man, he doesn’t miss much picking up tiny details and filing them away for later use. His idiotic act allows him to get close to people who would normally have driven him away, his good personality is quite disarming.
- Flirtatious- This also gets him into a lot of trouble seeing as jealous boyfriends or over protective fathers and brothers do not take kindly to a sweet talking guy approaching their girls.
- Overly talkative- His ceaseless chatter has often caused fights, it seems not everyone is willing to put up with his antics, combine it with his smart alack remarks and it is not a surprise that Tray has left a tavern or market place with a few cuts and bruises..
- Pride- At times tray is hit with that Luxray pride, he struggles with this part of his immensely when it hits.
- Extremely competitive- he has inherited the ability if rivalry from his Luxray DNA, he is very competitive because of this, more so with men then women.
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- He tends to cock his head a lot
- Uses his entire body to communicate
- A hunter through and through Tray cannot stay away from the forest for too long. (Will not hunt for sport, but for substance.)
- Enjoys drawing
- Likes to make flutes from reeds and wood.
- Loved to carve and widdle wood.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Tray is quite the talkative fellow, able to strike up a conversation with just about anyone. If the person does not wish to talk that’s fine with Tray, he can do enough talking for a whole room of people. Tray is very inquisitive constantly wanting to learn new things, but he is cautious about how he goes about doing it. Asking questions is something he likes to do, he wants to know every detail, from a military plans to how to install a door hinge.
Although Tray can talk your ear off, he is a rather good listener knowing when it is time to shut up and allow someone to do the talking for a change. Relatively polite he aims to please if he can, without going against his beliefs. Very passive, Tray is not the type to pick fights with anyone without a legitimate reason. Of course that does not mean he won‘t put his wrestling skills to use if necessary. Tray does not desire any jobs involving him having to lead, he honestly thinks he‘d be a terrible leader, but he‘s always up for trying new things and he‘ll face the task with a grin and a spring in his step. Tray is very protective of his family, and anyone he calls a friend- which could be the whole world at the rate he’s going- and he’ll do just about anything to protect them;if talking it out fails of course.
Tray will be friendly and treat a total stranger like he has known them for years, but that does not mean he lets his guard down entirely. He’s fully aware that some people may stab him in the back or try to sell him on the black market before he is able to get a word in edge wise. But that doesn’t stop him from saying hello to them anyways. Very skilled in the art of observation, Tray can pick up emotional signs given off by others through body language. He can also be very sympathies toward others easier then most guys, having only had his sister as a real friend he is a little more in touch with his feminine side. Tray cannot take sadness very well, unable to handle seeing another person dispirited he will do anything within his power to cheer them up. This comes from when his family was poor and life was rough, he could never stand to see his mother, father, or worst of all sister sad. Being sent to his overly stern aunt and uncle who argued contently also caused Tray to learn how to put on facade of happiness, as he tried to adjust to the harder lifestyle. Combined with the prosecution of Gijinka he learned to put on a brave face, growing thick skin. Now Tray cannot distinguish the line between his act and his true quirky nature, often times the two over lap.
Tray has a photographic memory, able to remember things in a short amount of time. Allowing him to remember the tiniest of details, as well as when someone has wronged him for the longest of time, of course he is more then willing to forgive and forget, depending on how serious a crime you have committed against him. Tray loves healthy competition, and would gladly partake in any honest competition. After all, challenges in one's life are what makes it so interesting. Because Tray prefers to avoid unnecessary violence many people peg him as weak, but that is far from the truth. Tray can be a strong willed individual with a stubborn streak that can put a mule to shame, of course, one would rarely see such emotions as he is very good at hiding them.
When ever he is mad or troubled Tray will often retreat to a quiet spot to think and ponder, sometimes even become philosophical. He sticks closely to his morals, but he is willing to give up such pleasantries to save a loved one. Tray likes to take in the little details in the world, when most people walk by, he’ll stop and admire the little ants as they go about their work. He has trained his eyes to spot such minute details, only to enjoy the world we live in at a deeper level. This serves him well in times of espionage or when entering dangerous territory, his life has been saved countless times when his keen eyes spotted something amiss.
Though Tray comes across as a total idiot, he in fact is rather intelligent, his mind can be quite calculating, and he himself can be surprisingly serious. Of course Tray hides all this, preferring to let everyone think he is a well meaning idiot, people tend to lessen their guard around him because of this. One of Tray's favorite ways to avoid trouble is to compliment the one seeking it, although this tactic is most affective against women, Tray has found many men who can be distracted the same way. For the most part Tray is truthful, if he doesn‘t believe it is true he will say so, if he thinks the dress makes you look fat he'll say it- in more words then necessary. But if he says your eyes are pretty he means it, this obviously gets him into a lot of trouble with jealous boyfriends. A player of the fool, Tray has learned long ago that few pay any mind to an idiot, viewing them as non-threatening figures- even becoming quite loose lipped around them. Better to be thought a simple fool, than a dead tactician. He has a cool head between his shoulders, barely missing a thing, he is a cunning warrior and raider- traits that have kept him alive.
Tray will go around complimenting girls, usually choosing to speak to the ones that have less self-confidence then others, work to build up their self esteem as much as he can before needing to leave. This often makes his relationships hard, because his girlfriends begin to think his words are empty. This is not true of course, he just likes to make people feel better when he can. He is a flirt, yet he's totally clueless when girls try to flirt with him. Tray loves insults, he may not say many of them, but he finds it funny when people insult him. And sadly a lot of people have a habit of repeating the same ones over and over again. This bores him immensely. So when someone actually calls him a something unique he compliments them. Many times aggravating the person even more, or throwing them off with his happy attitude.
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H I S T O R Y
- Tray was born to the simple life of a subsistence farmer, barely getting by, having to live without the pleasantries of fine cloths, toys, and pokemon. Never did he once wish for anything more. His family owned a single miltank who provided them with a source of milk, which they could often sell to gain a little extra money. Secluded from the rest of civilization the young child was never bored, always finding something to entertain himself with. Whether it be helping his mother and father with the crops or garden, or taking care of Sheeba there miltank. At the age of two his mother gave birth to a bubbling baby girl, naming her Evenmay. Tray adored his little sister, helping to care for her in the ways available to a toddler, soon the two were the best of friends. Laughing and playing when they grew older, sharing grand adventures on their medium sized farm, or inside the surrounding forest.
- One exciting afternoon his father came home riding atop a striking Rapidash stallion, his head tossing in the air flaming main sparking and crackling. Having won the fine beast in a bet, their father had returned home as swiftly as the mighty beast’s legs could carry him. His sister Evenmay and Tray adored the proud creature, he in turn held a fondness for the tiny creatures who fed him sugar cubes stolen from their mother’s kitchen. Owning the breeding rights of this well muscled creature with a champion bloodline, the family had a new source of income. Now at the age of four Tray’s father decided the child was old enough to be taught the ways of a hunter. Tray was fascinated with the snares and his father's unnatural ability to move without a sound, seeming to vanish into the shadows to appear behind his son, scooping the giggling child up in a massive huge.
- As he grew Tray found himself spending more and more time within the forest, honing his skills with the longbow and unseen movements. The rest of his time was spent with his sister, working in the fields, or sitting with his mother as she taught her children about herbs and eatable plats. At the age of sixteen he could sneak up on a Sawsbuck without it knowing he was there, until his arrow pierced its heart. Now with two confident hunters in the family, they were able to not only support themselves, but sell the extra meat and pelts at the market. Their lives began to become more comfortable, although the value of work was still strong in their house hold. Tray, priding himself with the skills to survive within the forest for as long as he needed, would often disappear for days on end as he hunted down Zangoos and other pokemon for their meat and pelts. His life was simple, he did not know the menial comforts of the wealthier families in the large cities, in fact even with his bright cheery and outgoing personality Tray had never been farther then the town where he sold his goods at. But this soon changed.
- At the ripe young age of seventeen Tray was hit by the illness, horror struck his family invested everything and selling their Rapidash, they had in getting their beloved brother and son to Epispect for treatment . Still young and strong man Tray survived the procedure, gaining the speed, agility, and stealth of a cat as he was fuzzed with the blood of a luxray.
- Returning home as a Gijinka long enough to say good bye and collect his personal belongings. Tray was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, to live in an area that was more accepting of Gijinka then his home town. More accepting but not entirely, daily he faced persecution for the DNA that had saved his life, others were eager to steal his blood. He learned to be cautious of strangers very quickly. His aunt and uncle were stern, and as different from his parents as night and day, the teenager quickly learned how to hide his displeasure. Putting a front, pretending to be cheerful when inside he was hurting. Soon he became thick skinned and numb to insults and negative behavior, as his happy personality dominated everything else. Working his way through life Tray gradually became accustom to his new found powers, mastering them just as he had done with his survival and hunting skills. Still using these strengths to put food on the table, or escape the constant fighting within the house for a few days, Tray lived this way for four years. Until finally he could not stand any longer, leaving at the age of twenty-one he struck out for the city.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Aztec
★ AGE:That's Classified.
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
★ RP SAMPLE:
“It seems we both made the same assumption.” he replied good naturedly. Indeed he hadn’t expected anyone to appear in this eerie place let alone another wolf, it was a mistake they both had made but to the male it wasn’t all that bad, after all he had just met quite a striking woman who seemed rather unused to feeling pleasure or being flattered. Of course this meant he had to flatter her some more for no lady should go without feeling good about herself or hearing another tell her she is beautiful for even a second, in the male’s opinion. “This land is rather dreary for such a pretty lady as yourself, surely you do not live near this place.” A mischievous grin curled his black lips. “Or have you come to live within these woods to escape the packs of suitors who pursue you daily, in order to gain your affections? A rather smart move, no male would think to search for such a shining gem in such a dark place, where its true beauty cannot catch and refract the light of the sun in order to dazzle one‘s eye.” He had caught her earlier smile and had found it suited her quite well, when another small smile touched her lips it caused his own to grow bigger, at the mention of her name it stretched even larger.
“Echo, what an enchanting name that speaks of a mysterious allure, the laughter upon the wind, a gentle song carried by canyon walls that although silent causes one to pause, and long for the original owner. As you search following the magical sound its owner comes into view, her beauty magnified by the way her voice bounces off the stone walls blending and mixing to create a heavenly chorus matched by none, yes, it is a name that inspires the imaginations of the heart.” His deep happy eyes settled upon her meeting her’s as a soft tender smile graced his lips, “The name fits you, Echo.” his voice was soft in awe before returning to its normal gentle tone as he continued. “Forgive me for carrying on like that, I often get carried away when around beautiful women such as yourself- I will stop if you so wish.”
His head bowed in apology, shoulders straightening as he lifted his large skull high once more the pack wolf cocked his head, a rather common thing he did, as he watched Echo’s reaction, waiting for her to either tell him to be silent or tell him off. He was no fool, Apache knew that his words came off as flirtatious a tool many males used to get what they wanted from woman before leaving them with broken hearts, but Apache was not such a male he was a kind hearted gentleman that held a woman in the highest of respect never would he do anything to hurt a member of the opposite sex -- The scar on his shoulder and neck hidden by his thick fur showed that. Even so he was fighting with the idea of challenging the witch that had given him wounds to remember her by, whether for revenge or to try and at least bring some peace loving compassion into the higher ranks in his pack he hadn’t yet fully decided but that was for another time for now he had a lady to entertain so dark of thoughts had to wait.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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