Post by Porping on Jul 15, 2012 23:43:36 GMT -8
Full Name: Loomis James Asacriot
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class: Gentleman
Starting City: Nuvema Town
Overall Appearance: Approximately five feet, eleven inches tall, Loomis stands with an unstable manner of carrying himself, bending with the breeze and looking like he'll fall over at the slightest push. Loomis' short, curly brown hair tends to sit atop his head in a messy fashion, with just enough bangs to hide his wide and spacey eyes. His eyes a bright green, his nose a bit pointy, his mouth generally in a sweet and caring smile, he is a friendly sight. He keeps a clean shave at all costs, on top of the rest of his grooming habits, which are critical to him.
Loomis can usually be seen wearing a white dress shirt covered by a gray tuxedo vest and a black bowtie. He keeps his white gloves as pristine as can be by using the white handkerchief in his breast pocket as a sort of buffer from the filth his hands might have otherwise encountered. His shirt neatly tucked into his straight black slacks, he fits right into a pair of shiny black dress shoes. Atop his head sits a black top hat with a white ribbon around it, clearly the tidiest thing on his person, amazingly.
Distinguishing Features:
Overall Personality: Loomis is an extreme neat freak, taking care to put everything in his stainless steel suitcase into two ziplock bags before setting out to do anything. Loomis is deathly afraid of anything he owns being touched by anyone else. This does not include his Pokémon, however, as he views Pokémon as pure beings, and does not mind their touch a bit, ironically. He doesn't see them as animals at all. He is a dreamer, an idealist, and isn't afraid to speak up about it. He'll often interrupt others' conversations to give his own take or opinion. He usually pays no attention to things he has no interest in or opinion on, visiting his own imagination for a spell while said uninteresting event concludes. Asked about it later, he'd have no clue to what you are even referring.
He cares deeply for his friends, family, and Pokémon. He'd probably claim these as one and the same. But for Loomis someone becomes his friend simply by meeting him- he'd stick his neck out for anyone to shake his handkerchief-covered hand. While this can get him in trouble, it's nothing compared to the attachment he feels to someone he's actually known longer than a day, let alone a member of his family. He'll pursue someone with such strong bonds to him to the end of the earth. He is incredibly sensitive to insults to those he loves, called to rage like a flame to fuel, and this is when he best applies his remarkable natural strength for his size, being a rather slender boy.
Loomis puts a lot of faith into his Pokémon and would trust any of them with his life. He expects them to bring him to the Elite Four only because he feels they expect him to do the same for them. He believes strongly in a link between Pokémon and trainer, but that it is more than a simple friendship. He believes there is some sort of magic in it. He believes it is destiny that two beings meet, and he will not allow that meeting to end at any cost.
History: Loomis' father was always a very inspiring figure for him, from the beginning. He'd call his son and his wife out into the yard, where he'd have a stage set up. He'd sit the two down(a challenge, with Loomis as excited as usual), and produce from behind his back a tall black hat, from which he would summon three red and white balls. He'd juggle these, much to his family's amusement, and then call from them his friends Skarmory, Espeon and Salamence. He'd call to Espeon, and Espeon would use its Psychic abilities to stack Skarmory on him, and then Salamence on top of Skarmory. Loomis would laugh hard, and then crack up when Espeon made it seem as though the tower had collapsed on his father, who would stick his head out from under Salamence and rub his neck, saying, "Guess I need more practice."
As time went on, Mr. Asacriot spent more and more time inside of their basement. Loomis would hear weird, machine-like noises from the bowels of his house, but when he attempted to investigate, his father would only call up to his knocks, saying, "Not now, Loomis, your daddy's busy." When Loomis would ask his mother, she would tell him that he had received a new important job from some big company, and he just needed to be alone more often. Loomis would shrug an "Okay" and slink back up to his room. There, he would stare out into the sky and imagine a day when he could take to it, on his own journey. He felt it would be an amazing experience, and began drawing pictures and making plans, until his room was covered in them.
One day, the sounds were absent from the basement, and Loomis didn't think his father was there. Loomis ran around the house a bit, looking for him. Neither of his parents appeared to be home. His eyes drifted slowly back to the basement door. He tiptoed his way to the door, cracking it open. Sneaking his way down the creaky stairs, he found himself face-to-face with a workbench, upon which was some sort of pitiful pink creature, with tufts of brown and white fur emerging from its baby skin. It appeared to be in some sort of pain, so much so that it was all it could do to paw in the direction of some oddly-colored stones on the table. Loomis began approaching the poor creature, only to have a firm hand grasping his shoulder stop him in his tracks.
"Loomis, what do you think you're...?" Mr. Asacriot began in a voice Loomis had never heard before, one of unbridled rage, one not at all like the voice Loomis had come to care for so much. Loomis turned slowly to see Mr. Asacriot with his face buried in his unoccupied hand. He could see tears dripping in between his fingers, and he was suddenly overcome with the worst guilt of his life.
"Papa, I... I didn't do this, I promise! It was just like this when I got here!" Loomis pleaded with him, clutching the hand that was on his shoulder with both of his own. "I- I'll fix it! I promise! I'll make it better... I promise... I promise..." Loomis sank to his knees, now crying. He tried to stand again, to turn and help the suffering animal, but Mr. Asacriot scooped him in his arms, that soothing voice back in his throat. "Shhh, it's not your fault, Loomis... You didn't do a thing. You're such a kind, brave boy... I know you didn't do it. I know. I know," he responded to Loomis' whispering constantly "I'll fix it... I promise... I'm sorry..." in between sobs. He brought his son up the stairs, closed the door, and brought him up to Loomis' bedroom. "Wow," he remarked, as Loomis dried his tears, "You've done a lot of drawing up here. You have a lot of pictures on the walls!" Loomis slowly abandoned his sobs. "Y-yeah... I... I'm gonna b-be the champion..." "The champion, eh? That's a pretty big goal... You think you can really do it?" "Y-You always say... 'You can d-do anything... you set your mind to...'" Mr. Asacriot chuckled, and lay his boy down on his bed. "You're so right... And if anyone could do it, Loomis, I'm sure it could be you." They were silent for a time, both staring out the window at the coming sunset.
"Hey, Loomis," his father whispered, breaking the silence. "You wanna take a ride on Skarmory?" Loomis' breath caught- he'd always dreamed of it- riding the sleek steel Pokémon through the skies above Nuvema Town. He imagined it would feel just like heaven would. He turned without hesitation to his father and shook his head up and down with unreasonable speed. His father chuckled. "Haha, okay, here you go. Skarmory knows you, so she should be pretty tame. Just let her know who's boss. Not that that'll be a problem for you, hahaha. Have her home before sundown, okay?" He held out the Pokéball Loomis had always coveted from his seat watching the stage. And now it was his. Loomis scooped it up and stared at his dad, giving him one big hug before standing up and starting to sprint away. "Loomis!" his father called out, stopping him. Loomis turned. "I have one more thing for you. Come with me real quick." Loomis followed him into his bedroom, and finally to his closet, from which he pulled the hat- the black top hat that he had always used when he performed his tricks. He placed it firmly on Loomis' head, tugging the brim down over Loomis' eyes. "Keep it safe, okay?" Loomis was choking back tears, now. He stared into his father's warm, loving eyes, and wrapped his arms around his legs. He would've stayed there much longer if he hadn't remembered the Pokéball quivering in his hand. His eyes lit up again and he pushed away from his father. "I'll be back soon, okay, Dad?" Mr. Asacriot laughed and said, "Okay, Son. Have fun. Come back soon."
Loomis erupted into the yard, tossing the Pokéball ahead of him to release Skarmory. "Okay, Girl, I'm your master now! Got it? And we're gonna go for a quick flight over town! Got it? Fly! FLY!" Skarmory seemed to be ignoring Loomis, staring off into the sunset as Loomis was doing only moments ago. But with the last command, and the prompt pat to the behind that Loomis gave her, her eyes went wide, and she took off running. Loomis looked dumbfounded. "Not THAT way! C'mon! Back this way! Skarmory! Come here!" Skarmory seemed to pay him no attention as he gave chase, sprinting just out of reach of her. He threw out his arms in an attempt to at least grab on, when she made a sudden cut to the left. He looked around in surprise and confusion, only to find her neck between his legs and, suddenly, he was off the ground. He screamed at first, then that scream changed into laughter, as Skarmory began flapping her wings. He laughed harder as they began to take off, and let out a "WOOOOO!" as they finally hit the sky. He began to take back a little control when they got into the air, pointing to the direction he wanted to go and having Skarmory follow his commands. Skarmory seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, which is saying something- Loomis was having the absolute time of his life. He would point to houses he knew, laughing, and Skarmory would swoop just close enough to land and simply float through the chimney swoop, giving a metalic snicker to match Loomis' booming giggle. Loomis thought aloud, "If I had a Pokémon, I'd go on flights with it all the time! It'd be amazing! I'll just have you, Skarmory! How about that? You wanna be my partner? I'm sure Dad won't mind!" To which Skarmory sounded a clanging approval, as they began their descent on the field outside Loomis' home. But something was off, different. At first it was just the smoke in the air. Then came the light; the heat. Loomis didn't know- Skarmory landed in the field, giving some sort of warning noise, but Loomis ignored her. He dropped her Pokéball. He held his arm to his eyes to shield from the heat, the smoke. He ran. He just ran to his house, his burning house, the inferno where he used to live. He tried to run inside, but a neighbor outside stuck his arm out and held him there. "Loomis! You can't go in there! It's too dangerous!" Loomis couldn't hear him. He kept fighting. It took two others to hold him down, and all he could do was scream. So he screamed. And screamed. And when, at last, his mother showed up, crying, she scooped him into her arms, and he just buried his face in her shoulder. And they sat and cried for a long while. For a time, their neighbors were around them. Soon, the crowd dissipated. They just sat together, holding each other. The crying stopped, now they just sat in shock. Loomis' head finally tilted upward, and their eyes met. He started to ask, "Where's-?" But her face, her tears and he knew and they began to cry again, for a long while.
Some time afterward he and his mother went to stay with a neighbor for a while. As they walked to the house, he looked down at his hands. Dirty. Filthy. Covered in ash. He began to cry again. It wasn't right. He had to clean up. Papa would be home any minute. He had to look nice for when he came back...
His mother told him later that his father had been involved with a villainous group called Team Rocket, for the money it provided his family, and this was their way of keeping secrets safe. Loomis' mind refused to reach the conclusion that he was responsible for...
He went back to find the Pokéball, but no Skarmory. He kept the Pokéball, and inscribed on the inside the date. So he couldn't forget if he tried.
RP Sample: Loomis' hand shot out to his Eevee, who scurried up to his pant leg, quickly climbed it, and found his way to the top of Loomis' head, displacing his hat but catching it in his mouth. Loomis snickered, patting his Pokémon and grabbing his hat from him, cleaning it off with his sleeve. Just then, a boy with a skateboard and a Rattata following him.
"Hey," he said, "You're a Pokémon trainer!"
"Yes," Loomis replied with a smile, "Yes I am."
"I'm Joey! Mind if we battle?"
Loomis smiled. "I'm Loomis. And of course not! It's customary."
"Cool! I'll use my Rattata, then!"
"And I'll use my Eevee."
Both assumed ready positions, Joey's stern gaze meeting Loomis' absently determined face. Joey pointed ahead.
"He who strikes first is victorious! Go, Rattata! Hyper Fang!" Joey's Rattata charged forward, mouth agate. Loomis smirked, his face beneath his hat.
"Go, Eevee! Use Quick Attack!" And Eevee charged forward like lightning, avoiding the Rattata's teeth and gaze and taking him in the side, causing them to tumble. Rattata stared up at Eevee.
"Rattata, Bi-!"
"Headbutt."
It was over. Joey stood over his Rattata, in shock.
"Hey, that was a good fight. My Eevee's just a bit older than Rattata. But it won't be long, just keep training!" He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and extended his hand in welcome.
Joey was awestruck, but he shook it off, and smirked.
"Ha, you're right it won't be long! I'll beat your pants off, Loomis! Mark my words!"
"That sounds like a rematch challenge," Loomis said with a smile. "I look forward to it."
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Class: Gentleman
Starting City: Nuvema Town
Overall Appearance: Approximately five feet, eleven inches tall, Loomis stands with an unstable manner of carrying himself, bending with the breeze and looking like he'll fall over at the slightest push. Loomis' short, curly brown hair tends to sit atop his head in a messy fashion, with just enough bangs to hide his wide and spacey eyes. His eyes a bright green, his nose a bit pointy, his mouth generally in a sweet and caring smile, he is a friendly sight. He keeps a clean shave at all costs, on top of the rest of his grooming habits, which are critical to him.
Loomis can usually be seen wearing a white dress shirt covered by a gray tuxedo vest and a black bowtie. He keeps his white gloves as pristine as can be by using the white handkerchief in his breast pocket as a sort of buffer from the filth his hands might have otherwise encountered. His shirt neatly tucked into his straight black slacks, he fits right into a pair of shiny black dress shoes. Atop his head sits a black top hat with a white ribbon around it, clearly the tidiest thing on his person, amazingly.
Distinguishing Features:
- Black top hat
- High, blaring voice
Overall Personality: Loomis is an extreme neat freak, taking care to put everything in his stainless steel suitcase into two ziplock bags before setting out to do anything. Loomis is deathly afraid of anything he owns being touched by anyone else. This does not include his Pokémon, however, as he views Pokémon as pure beings, and does not mind their touch a bit, ironically. He doesn't see them as animals at all. He is a dreamer, an idealist, and isn't afraid to speak up about it. He'll often interrupt others' conversations to give his own take or opinion. He usually pays no attention to things he has no interest in or opinion on, visiting his own imagination for a spell while said uninteresting event concludes. Asked about it later, he'd have no clue to what you are even referring.
He cares deeply for his friends, family, and Pokémon. He'd probably claim these as one and the same. But for Loomis someone becomes his friend simply by meeting him- he'd stick his neck out for anyone to shake his handkerchief-covered hand. While this can get him in trouble, it's nothing compared to the attachment he feels to someone he's actually known longer than a day, let alone a member of his family. He'll pursue someone with such strong bonds to him to the end of the earth. He is incredibly sensitive to insults to those he loves, called to rage like a flame to fuel, and this is when he best applies his remarkable natural strength for his size, being a rather slender boy.
Loomis puts a lot of faith into his Pokémon and would trust any of them with his life. He expects them to bring him to the Elite Four only because he feels they expect him to do the same for them. He believes strongly in a link between Pokémon and trainer, but that it is more than a simple friendship. He believes there is some sort of magic in it. He believes it is destiny that two beings meet, and he will not allow that meeting to end at any cost.
History: Loomis' father was always a very inspiring figure for him, from the beginning. He'd call his son and his wife out into the yard, where he'd have a stage set up. He'd sit the two down(a challenge, with Loomis as excited as usual), and produce from behind his back a tall black hat, from which he would summon three red and white balls. He'd juggle these, much to his family's amusement, and then call from them his friends Skarmory, Espeon and Salamence. He'd call to Espeon, and Espeon would use its Psychic abilities to stack Skarmory on him, and then Salamence on top of Skarmory. Loomis would laugh hard, and then crack up when Espeon made it seem as though the tower had collapsed on his father, who would stick his head out from under Salamence and rub his neck, saying, "Guess I need more practice."
As time went on, Mr. Asacriot spent more and more time inside of their basement. Loomis would hear weird, machine-like noises from the bowels of his house, but when he attempted to investigate, his father would only call up to his knocks, saying, "Not now, Loomis, your daddy's busy." When Loomis would ask his mother, she would tell him that he had received a new important job from some big company, and he just needed to be alone more often. Loomis would shrug an "Okay" and slink back up to his room. There, he would stare out into the sky and imagine a day when he could take to it, on his own journey. He felt it would be an amazing experience, and began drawing pictures and making plans, until his room was covered in them.
One day, the sounds were absent from the basement, and Loomis didn't think his father was there. Loomis ran around the house a bit, looking for him. Neither of his parents appeared to be home. His eyes drifted slowly back to the basement door. He tiptoed his way to the door, cracking it open. Sneaking his way down the creaky stairs, he found himself face-to-face with a workbench, upon which was some sort of pitiful pink creature, with tufts of brown and white fur emerging from its baby skin. It appeared to be in some sort of pain, so much so that it was all it could do to paw in the direction of some oddly-colored stones on the table. Loomis began approaching the poor creature, only to have a firm hand grasping his shoulder stop him in his tracks.
"Loomis, what do you think you're...?" Mr. Asacriot began in a voice Loomis had never heard before, one of unbridled rage, one not at all like the voice Loomis had come to care for so much. Loomis turned slowly to see Mr. Asacriot with his face buried in his unoccupied hand. He could see tears dripping in between his fingers, and he was suddenly overcome with the worst guilt of his life.
"Papa, I... I didn't do this, I promise! It was just like this when I got here!" Loomis pleaded with him, clutching the hand that was on his shoulder with both of his own. "I- I'll fix it! I promise! I'll make it better... I promise... I promise..." Loomis sank to his knees, now crying. He tried to stand again, to turn and help the suffering animal, but Mr. Asacriot scooped him in his arms, that soothing voice back in his throat. "Shhh, it's not your fault, Loomis... You didn't do a thing. You're such a kind, brave boy... I know you didn't do it. I know. I know," he responded to Loomis' whispering constantly "I'll fix it... I promise... I'm sorry..." in between sobs. He brought his son up the stairs, closed the door, and brought him up to Loomis' bedroom. "Wow," he remarked, as Loomis dried his tears, "You've done a lot of drawing up here. You have a lot of pictures on the walls!" Loomis slowly abandoned his sobs. "Y-yeah... I... I'm gonna b-be the champion..." "The champion, eh? That's a pretty big goal... You think you can really do it?" "Y-You always say... 'You can d-do anything... you set your mind to...'" Mr. Asacriot chuckled, and lay his boy down on his bed. "You're so right... And if anyone could do it, Loomis, I'm sure it could be you." They were silent for a time, both staring out the window at the coming sunset.
"Hey, Loomis," his father whispered, breaking the silence. "You wanna take a ride on Skarmory?" Loomis' breath caught- he'd always dreamed of it- riding the sleek steel Pokémon through the skies above Nuvema Town. He imagined it would feel just like heaven would. He turned without hesitation to his father and shook his head up and down with unreasonable speed. His father chuckled. "Haha, okay, here you go. Skarmory knows you, so she should be pretty tame. Just let her know who's boss. Not that that'll be a problem for you, hahaha. Have her home before sundown, okay?" He held out the Pokéball Loomis had always coveted from his seat watching the stage. And now it was his. Loomis scooped it up and stared at his dad, giving him one big hug before standing up and starting to sprint away. "Loomis!" his father called out, stopping him. Loomis turned. "I have one more thing for you. Come with me real quick." Loomis followed him into his bedroom, and finally to his closet, from which he pulled the hat- the black top hat that he had always used when he performed his tricks. He placed it firmly on Loomis' head, tugging the brim down over Loomis' eyes. "Keep it safe, okay?" Loomis was choking back tears, now. He stared into his father's warm, loving eyes, and wrapped his arms around his legs. He would've stayed there much longer if he hadn't remembered the Pokéball quivering in his hand. His eyes lit up again and he pushed away from his father. "I'll be back soon, okay, Dad?" Mr. Asacriot laughed and said, "Okay, Son. Have fun. Come back soon."
Loomis erupted into the yard, tossing the Pokéball ahead of him to release Skarmory. "Okay, Girl, I'm your master now! Got it? And we're gonna go for a quick flight over town! Got it? Fly! FLY!" Skarmory seemed to be ignoring Loomis, staring off into the sunset as Loomis was doing only moments ago. But with the last command, and the prompt pat to the behind that Loomis gave her, her eyes went wide, and she took off running. Loomis looked dumbfounded. "Not THAT way! C'mon! Back this way! Skarmory! Come here!" Skarmory seemed to pay him no attention as he gave chase, sprinting just out of reach of her. He threw out his arms in an attempt to at least grab on, when she made a sudden cut to the left. He looked around in surprise and confusion, only to find her neck between his legs and, suddenly, he was off the ground. He screamed at first, then that scream changed into laughter, as Skarmory began flapping her wings. He laughed harder as they began to take off, and let out a "WOOOOO!" as they finally hit the sky. He began to take back a little control when they got into the air, pointing to the direction he wanted to go and having Skarmory follow his commands. Skarmory seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, which is saying something- Loomis was having the absolute time of his life. He would point to houses he knew, laughing, and Skarmory would swoop just close enough to land and simply float through the chimney swoop, giving a metalic snicker to match Loomis' booming giggle. Loomis thought aloud, "If I had a Pokémon, I'd go on flights with it all the time! It'd be amazing! I'll just have you, Skarmory! How about that? You wanna be my partner? I'm sure Dad won't mind!" To which Skarmory sounded a clanging approval, as they began their descent on the field outside Loomis' home. But something was off, different. At first it was just the smoke in the air. Then came the light; the heat. Loomis didn't know- Skarmory landed in the field, giving some sort of warning noise, but Loomis ignored her. He dropped her Pokéball. He held his arm to his eyes to shield from the heat, the smoke. He ran. He just ran to his house, his burning house, the inferno where he used to live. He tried to run inside, but a neighbor outside stuck his arm out and held him there. "Loomis! You can't go in there! It's too dangerous!" Loomis couldn't hear him. He kept fighting. It took two others to hold him down, and all he could do was scream. So he screamed. And screamed. And when, at last, his mother showed up, crying, she scooped him into her arms, and he just buried his face in her shoulder. And they sat and cried for a long while. For a time, their neighbors were around them. Soon, the crowd dissipated. They just sat together, holding each other. The crying stopped, now they just sat in shock. Loomis' head finally tilted upward, and their eyes met. He started to ask, "Where's-?" But her face, her tears and he knew and they began to cry again, for a long while.
Some time afterward he and his mother went to stay with a neighbor for a while. As they walked to the house, he looked down at his hands. Dirty. Filthy. Covered in ash. He began to cry again. It wasn't right. He had to clean up. Papa would be home any minute. He had to look nice for when he came back...
His mother told him later that his father had been involved with a villainous group called Team Rocket, for the money it provided his family, and this was their way of keeping secrets safe. Loomis' mind refused to reach the conclusion that he was responsible for...
He went back to find the Pokéball, but no Skarmory. He kept the Pokéball, and inscribed on the inside the date. So he couldn't forget if he tried.
RP Sample: Loomis' hand shot out to his Eevee, who scurried up to his pant leg, quickly climbed it, and found his way to the top of Loomis' head, displacing his hat but catching it in his mouth. Loomis snickered, patting his Pokémon and grabbing his hat from him, cleaning it off with his sleeve. Just then, a boy with a skateboard and a Rattata following him.
"Hey," he said, "You're a Pokémon trainer!"
"Yes," Loomis replied with a smile, "Yes I am."
"I'm Joey! Mind if we battle?"
Loomis smiled. "I'm Loomis. And of course not! It's customary."
"Cool! I'll use my Rattata, then!"
"And I'll use my Eevee."
Both assumed ready positions, Joey's stern gaze meeting Loomis' absently determined face. Joey pointed ahead.
"He who strikes first is victorious! Go, Rattata! Hyper Fang!" Joey's Rattata charged forward, mouth agate. Loomis smirked, his face beneath his hat.
"Go, Eevee! Use Quick Attack!" And Eevee charged forward like lightning, avoiding the Rattata's teeth and gaze and taking him in the side, causing them to tumble. Rattata stared up at Eevee.
"Rattata, Bi-!"
"Headbutt."
It was over. Joey stood over his Rattata, in shock.
"Hey, that was a good fight. My Eevee's just a bit older than Rattata. But it won't be long, just keep training!" He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and extended his hand in welcome.
Joey was awestruck, but he shook it off, and smirked.
"Ha, you're right it won't be long! I'll beat your pants off, Loomis! Mark my words!"
"That sounds like a rematch challenge," Loomis said with a smile. "I look forward to it."