Post by Crim on Oct 15, 2011 21:18:54 GMT
Key Information
Terrance Michael Jacobs-- at times goes by TJ, though he's perfectly content to simply go by Terrance.
Fourteen years old, born on August 7th.
Rattata Morph-- Type 3. Human with Pok?mon traits, but can change into a Rattata.
Male.
Appearance:
With a height of merely four foot ten inches, and a body frame that makes him look more like a twig than anything else, the idea that Terrance would strike fear into anyone's heart is enough to send some people into convulsive fits of laughter. However, Terrance does have muscles, although they aren't the most... defined muscles in the world. He is stronger than most people might suspect as a result, though he would still lose many fights with others if he were forced to rely on brute strength alone. However, Terrance's body is incredibly well-built for speed. He can be in one area at one instant, but in someone happens to throw a punch his way, he can usually very easily dodge and land a few rapid hits of his own in the process. However, the concept still stands that he'd be at a disadvantage usually, if only because of his stature.
This disadvantage is tempered slightly if one considers the rest of his physique, for he is certainly not of the human variety as far as species go. His body, nearly from head to foot, is covered in smooth, very fine fur, to the point where the fur itself almost feels like skin, albeit very soft skin. The only exceptions to this coverage are the soles of his feet and his palms. The majority of this fur is colored a medium, soft purple, while his cheeks, mouth, neck, and chest and stomach all sport a cream-colored area of the spectrum instead. Terrance is unfortunate in the sense that none of his fur really serves any purpose, as he usually isn't forced to hide like his Pok?mon counterpart. It also offers little protection against the cold, which means that his winters are still spent bundled up in clothing that, after a while, gets very cumbersome and annoying.
His ears are large, poking up from his head, though they aren't quite as visible through his wild mess of hair. They are rat-like in their construction, furred in the same purple as most of his body. These ears hear more than the average person, which is one of the few clear advantages that he has out of being a Morph. One of his other, obvious features is the tail that pokes through his pants, which is nearly as long as his entire body and curled slightly at the end. This tail acts as an added balance in certain situations; however, as Terrance usually doesn't need to do things such as walking on a tightrope or other similar feats, it serves little actual use. Terrance even thinks it's more annoying than useful, as it served, in the past, as just one more thing for people to grab in their little brawls.
His teeth, meanwhile, are very annoying, but also very useful. Most of his teeth are normal and human, but his two front teeth are very, very large, poking out from his upper lip even when his mouth is closed. These fangs are very sharp, and they are constantly growing. Therefore, Terrance often has to find some way to whittle them down, no matter how silly he might look gnawing on a stick or some other item. The horrifying truth is, if he did not resort to such measures, his teeth would simply continuing growing, possibly even piercing through his other lip. Therefore, he seems almost OCD about the matter. These fangs can deliver a horrifying bite, however, if he were ever in any danger, or even just fighting for the hell of it. It would be enough to make even a much larger opponent squeal in pain and surrender, for once he latches onto something, it's very difficult for him to detach himself. Terrance also is not afraid to use this to his advantage, even if it might wind up doing a lot of damage. His fingers and toes are also tipped with small, white little claws, though they are far overshadowed by the teeth. Still, he could inflict some decent scratches with these claws if he happened to be cornered.
With all of this, it's little surprise that he's been in quite a few fights, and he hasn't come away unscathed from it all. His left ear sports a jagged tear inflicted by a Zangoose Morph, and his nose, crooked anyways due to a prior breakage, has an ugly scar across it. His jaw also bears a few scars, and has been broken once or twice in the past, to the point where one side of his mouth seems to be permanently turned downwards in a frown. He's lucky that he hasn't had one of his eyes, which are large and red in coloration, slashed out or otherwise impaired. His wild, spiky mass of blond colored hair cover any scalp scars that he might bear, but the same can not be said for the rest of his body. There are areas where the fur simply refuses to grow anymore as a result of the damage, such as a few, jagged scars along his arms and legs, and more than one on his chest and stomach. Overall, Terrance looks incredibly beat up, and he makes little effort to hide this fact with clothing or makeup. He even seems somewhat proud of them at times, even if they detract from his appearance.
His clothing style is not the sort you might expect from a short, rat-boy. It almost seems as if he's trying far too hard to look tough and intimidating. In fact, he wears a very stereotypical sort of punk outfit. He wears a leather jacket, black in coloration, with numerous spikes and zippers which seem to serve little actual purpose on it. A bright purple shirt, barely visible under the jacket, rests against his frame, declaring in bold, black and white lettering, random exclamations, including swear words. He also wears a pair of black-and-white trip pants, complete with more useless zippers and a hell of a lot of chains. A pair of black and white sneakers, with brightly colored laces, adorn his feet, and he wears a pair of long, fingerless gloves, the knuckles adorned with metal spikes as well. All in all, instead of the intended effect, this extravagant outfit only serves to raise brows, and cause people to laugh.
Personality:
Terrance certainly looks like a scrapper, even if he isn't very large. His personality, however, greatly reflects the scrappy part of his personality. He often seems incredibly quick to jump to violent measures, even if he's not able to actually back up these measures with his physical being. One could speculate numerous reasons for this personality, all of it having to do with either what he is or what happened in his past. Rattatas are well-known for their hardiness, for their ability to survive in just about any area, and it's easy to think that Terrance could find some way to thrive in any sort of environmental, no matter what trouble happens to pop up. However, he seems very easy to anger as well, to the point where he might even blow up for a seemingly insignificant thing. He's quite defensive about himself and the things he does, and he's quick to rebuke others for not understanding his sometimes odd ways.
Around other people, he's slightly awkward at best, and a complete jerk at his very worst. The guy simply isn't used to having positive interactions with people, only really remembering the jerks he grew up with. If provided with kindness, he can seem somewhat cynical, seemingly unable to accept that someone actually wants to be nice to him. If provided with insults and anger, he'll respond in kind, with a surprisingly sharp tongue that is more than capable of inflicting its own, invisible wounds. He often, even on good days, comes across as grumpy to happier people, who don't even feel comfortable telling him to lighten up. With time and someone willing to put up with his temper and lack of sociability, it's possible that he might become more friendly. One certainly shouldn't be holding their breath for such an event, however.
The very mention of being timid or weak enrages Terrance, and he's gone to insanely large measures to avoid being called such things. He's willing to full-out brawl over little things, do things that put his life as risk, and attempt to tame Pok?mon that would prey on an actual Rattata. It's one of the reasons he wants a cat-type Pok?mon as his starter, since most felines would find a Rattata a tasty little meal. Terrance goes all out to prove that he's no coward, and it could be said that he finds that the absolute worst thing that a human or Morph could possibly be. He certainly wouldn't deny it. However, it does cause problems, since sometimes fear is a necessary part of life that helps with survival. In fact, he's gotten into quite a bit of trouble as a direct result of his denial of fear.
Thankfully, he seems to get on much better with Pok?mon, since he's never really met one of them that was anywhere near as awful as some of the bullies from school. He has a resolve, however, to train only Normal-type Pok?mon, even ignoring those that are dual-typed. Some find it a rather odd specialty, seeming oxymoronic in nature, but he has fairly good reason to do such a thing. He's heard some people making fun of both Morphs and Pok?mon of the Normal type, saying that there's not really much that they can do when compared to the elemental types such as Fire and Electric. Terrance longs to prove them wrong, and that's one of his main goals as a trainer. He'll fight through all of the gyms with only Normal-types, and he'll prove all of those annoying people from back home wrong in the process. Terrance expects the best from his Pok?mon, sometimes coming off as slightly cruel simply due to how much he expects. However, he puts himself to the same standards, even allowing himself in Pok?mon form to be used almost as a punching bag to help train the Pok?mon.
Terrance is also incredibly persistent. Even when the odds seem almost impossible, he will never back down. It could be said that this is one of his best features. He's also become incredibly accepting of himself, never having any sort of self-doubt as he's matured. The male also has developed a pretty high pain-threshold, able to withstand many things without even flinching. However, he is not invincible, and he usually winds up getting more hurt than he lets on, especially due to his skinnier, less-protected structure. He finds it hard to admit that he has any weaknesses, especially to those that he doesn't respect in the slightest, which happens to be most people. If one can gain his respect, it'll be kept forever, barring any traitorous actions. However, gaining such an elusive gift from him has proven impossible to nearly everyone who's attempted it in the past.
Finally, the subject of love and crushes must be brought up. Terrance, in reality, has not really dealt with that sort of love at all. He's certain that he's straight; he simply has shown no real interest in love itself. His lack of trusting most people obviously impacts this, and it's unlikely that he'll change his mind anytime soon. Also, he is merely fourteen years old, and any relationship that he might wind up getting himself into would almost certainly not last long. To put it simply, he is little more than a child, and still not mature in this area. Finding a girlfriend is the last thing on his mind, to be frank.
History:
Terrance was born in Castelia City, a city which, when his parents had been born there ,had been very, very segregated. There had been numerous disagreements between Morphs and humans, and the Morphs usually wound up getting the less favorable areas of the city, simply because humans seemed to control the government, and the police force. Eventually, as most things did, the city began to become more accepting of Morphs in general. However, when Terrance was born, much of the bitterness still echoed throughout the city, affecting many of the Morphs which lived in his district of the city.
His father was a Raticate Morph, and he had always been a fighter as well, not willing to take the discrimination which his own parents had seemed so inclined to simply bear. His wife, a Zigzagoon Morph, was not quite as violent in her beliefs, though she had a very powerful way of speaking, and was never one to hold back her thoughts for anybody. Terrance was their first-born, and the only child they intended to have. He was raised lovingly at home, but never spoiled: his parents weren't the most well-off family, even for Morphs, and they didn't want their son to grow up expecting things to simply happen because he wanted them to. From a young age, he was taught that if he wanted certain things, he had to work for them. He was never babied to the cruelties of the world he lived in.
When he was five, he was enrolled in one of the schools which still, even at that time, were Morph-only institutions. His class was quite large, about thirty in size, and his teacher did not seem to enjoy her job very much. She was an old, bitter Sandslash Morph, and certainly not the best suited for small children, though no one ever seemed to complain about her.
Terrance, though he was no fool, was not prepared for the utter cruelty that other children had the potential of showing. Many of the other children were just as Morphed as he was; however, their Morphs seemed to all be very fierce and powerful. There seemed to almost be a student-imposed caste system which sprouted up, with the Morphs capable of doing things such as conjuring fire and ice near the top, while the 'common' Morphs, such as the Normal and Bug types, were on the bottom. Terrance was often scorned for being a rat, even at this age, for he had no special ability. He could not conjure tiny fireballs with a snap of his fingers. He could not cause small objects to levitate simply by staring at them, either. Terrance was quite upset by the way people seemed to simply cast him aside, and his father had some advice for him. He had to make a stand for himself, and prove that he was worthy of their respect.
From the second grade onward, many of the Morphs seemed to meet in the streets after school. Many, like Terrance, were shapeshifters, and they had mock 'battles' in the streets in their Pok?mon forms. Of course, they were nowhere near as powerful as actual Pok?mon, but they still bore claws and fangs and certain powers that made them quite dangerous to each other. Terrance was, at first, hesitant to join in, and most laughed when he expressed any desire to do so whatsoever. However, after a while, with the encouragement of his father, he sought to defend himself.
For the first few battles, he was completely trashed, easily defeated simply because of his size in Pok?mon form compared to the others. One of his fights with a vicious, bullying Zangoose boy left his left ear in tatters, and his jaw broken. Had some of the adults known, they might have stopped the fights after school. However, they never seemed to take notice, and, when Terrance's jaw healed, leaving a noticeable defect in his smile, the boy had new resolve to never be beaten so severely in fight again.
He began to train on his own outside of school, and he discovered that he actually had a very formidable weapon in his arsenal: his teeth. He also figured out that, since brute strength was obviously something he could not achieve, he could instead work on his speed. It took up much of his time, and yet, when the next opportunity for battle arose, it was all worth it. He managed to inflict horrifying, deep wounds that made his attacker squeal for mercy, and he wound up actually becoming a fairly respected adversary as a result.
From then on, much of his life revolved around these battles, though he was prideful in the fact that he never again suffered a defeat as bad as his first one. He even wound up winning many of the fights, though he seemed to not enjoy this as much as he could have. He was still not very threatening to some due to his Typing, and he longed for a way to prove that Normal-types, even those without long, deadly claws, could be quite effective in battle.
He decided to become a Trainer when he was twelve years old, though a broken arm, yet another result of a brutal fight, delayed his initial plans to leave on his thirteenth birthday. When his arm finally healed completely, he relayed his plans to his parents, who seemed very supportive. Castelia City had grown more diverse in the years of Terrance's life, but it would still be a relief to get their son to an area that was completely different. Terrance eventually, after a lot of research, decided to go to the Solastella Region, departing two months before his fourteenth birthday. It took longer to arrive than he initially thought, but when he did arrive, he was well-prepared to begin his journey, with clear goals and a battle plan in mind.
Role Play Sample:
[From Torrenta, for another character of mine, Nagendra.]
Finally. The serpent man felt like he had waited in that damned lab for ages, even if it had only really been fifteen to twenty minutes at the most. Normally, he wasn't terribly impatient, or, at least, he wasn't so quick to openly display it; but, he had been so close to achieving the first goal to a journey that, without said goal, would not have gone anywhere. However, now he had gotten his starter, a Charmander, which was now resting within a Pokeball in the bag he had received. He had high expectations for the fire Pok?mon, and he wasn't willing to accept anything less than those expectations. Whatever type of Charmander was in there, it had better be prepared for the man.
He was still feeling scornful of the Pok?mon that had actually been his aide in the lab. Giving a full Pok?mon such a job seemed unnecessary and dim-witted to Nagendra, who didn't hold very high views of most Pok?mon. Of course, there were certain exceptions, and some were actually fairly intelligent, even worthy of respect. However, that puny Pok?mon didn't seem like such a creature to the Seviper Morph.
A long, forked tongue slipped out, tasting the air, and Nagendra's dark eyes narrowed in disdain as he scanned his environment. It wasn't exactly as extravagant or exciting as he had anticipated. In fact, it seemed like someone had tried to hurriedly create a Route out of nothing. Nagendra could only hope that the later routes would be more exciting and less... improvised.
Glancing down, he uttered a low, soft hiss, pondering his options. He supposed that he should release his starter; after all, the creature would no doubt be battling soon. Reaching into his bag, he pulled the fire lizard's ball from its depths, gazing over to smooth, red-and-white surface idly. He found it interesting how such a little device could contain even the biggest of Pok?mon, much like a very small and uncomfortable prison. He wondered whether or not the Pok?mon were bitter about being contained in such a way, and he deduced that they probably were. He would be if he was a Pok?mon, at the very least.
With no other hesitation, he tossed the ball up in an almost lazy fashion. With a burst of light and an opening, the contents of the Pokeball were released. The fire lizard that emerged was smaller than Nagendra had imagined or seen Charmanders before, a fact that he wasn't terribly happy about. The Pok?mon blinked at the sudden light of both the Ball and the sun, glancing around with wide, curious eyes. His face seemed to hold a young naivety that Nagendra had not shown himself for many years. However, he did not find himself feeling any empathy for the obviously innocent creature. Instead, he was already beginning to feel an unexplainable sort of disdain for the Charmander.
The lizard noticed him, eyes widening as he took in what he first assumed to be a very, very odd Pok?mon. However, when he noticed the clothes, as well as the odd, human-like hair and features, he assumed that it must be some weird sort of human (after all, he had never seen a Morph before). Curiosity prodded at the lizard, and he failed the notice the darker look in the Seviper Morph's eyes. Taking a few steps forwards towards what he now assumed was his trainer, the Charmander allowed a friendly smile to spread across his face, speaking cheerfully.
+Oh, hi there! I'm Nathaniel, or just Nathan, I guess. And I guess that you're my new trainer? Nice to meet you! Who are you? What are you? Where are w-+ The Charmander broke off as Nagendra slithered over to him, coiling himself up so he towered high over the starter. Eyes wide, Nathan gazed upwards, seeing his master gazing down at him with a frown. Confused, the Charmander was about to continue his tirade of questions, until Nagendra abruptly cut in.
"You shouldn't speak unless you have something truly interesting to say, reptile." Nagendra ignored the creature's name, not really finding interest in it for the time being. "And yes, I am your new trainer. I suggest that you listen to me, unless you'd want to suffer the consequences of being disobedient. Don't disappoint me." The Seviper Morph slithered past the Charmander, leaving him to stare in confusion after him. He didn't even really understand what the Morph was talking about.
+Well, er... A-alright!+ The Charmander shook his head, putting on a half-hearted cheerful grin once again and scurrying to catch up with Nagendra. He had been told many times that, once he had been taken by a new trainer, fighting for them and making them proud was one of the most important duties that he would have. Deciding that he'd try his best to live up to that expectation and make the weird-looking man proud of him, Nathan caught up to him, and the two walked along in dead-silence.
Any Pok?mon that came across them would probably wind up regretting its luck shortly thereafter.
Terrance Michael Jacobs-- at times goes by TJ, though he's perfectly content to simply go by Terrance.
Fourteen years old, born on August 7th.
Rattata Morph-- Type 3. Human with Pok?mon traits, but can change into a Rattata.
Male.
Appearance:
With a height of merely four foot ten inches, and a body frame that makes him look more like a twig than anything else, the idea that Terrance would strike fear into anyone's heart is enough to send some people into convulsive fits of laughter. However, Terrance does have muscles, although they aren't the most... defined muscles in the world. He is stronger than most people might suspect as a result, though he would still lose many fights with others if he were forced to rely on brute strength alone. However, Terrance's body is incredibly well-built for speed. He can be in one area at one instant, but in someone happens to throw a punch his way, he can usually very easily dodge and land a few rapid hits of his own in the process. However, the concept still stands that he'd be at a disadvantage usually, if only because of his stature.
This disadvantage is tempered slightly if one considers the rest of his physique, for he is certainly not of the human variety as far as species go. His body, nearly from head to foot, is covered in smooth, very fine fur, to the point where the fur itself almost feels like skin, albeit very soft skin. The only exceptions to this coverage are the soles of his feet and his palms. The majority of this fur is colored a medium, soft purple, while his cheeks, mouth, neck, and chest and stomach all sport a cream-colored area of the spectrum instead. Terrance is unfortunate in the sense that none of his fur really serves any purpose, as he usually isn't forced to hide like his Pok?mon counterpart. It also offers little protection against the cold, which means that his winters are still spent bundled up in clothing that, after a while, gets very cumbersome and annoying.
His ears are large, poking up from his head, though they aren't quite as visible through his wild mess of hair. They are rat-like in their construction, furred in the same purple as most of his body. These ears hear more than the average person, which is one of the few clear advantages that he has out of being a Morph. One of his other, obvious features is the tail that pokes through his pants, which is nearly as long as his entire body and curled slightly at the end. This tail acts as an added balance in certain situations; however, as Terrance usually doesn't need to do things such as walking on a tightrope or other similar feats, it serves little actual use. Terrance even thinks it's more annoying than useful, as it served, in the past, as just one more thing for people to grab in their little brawls.
His teeth, meanwhile, are very annoying, but also very useful. Most of his teeth are normal and human, but his two front teeth are very, very large, poking out from his upper lip even when his mouth is closed. These fangs are very sharp, and they are constantly growing. Therefore, Terrance often has to find some way to whittle them down, no matter how silly he might look gnawing on a stick or some other item. The horrifying truth is, if he did not resort to such measures, his teeth would simply continuing growing, possibly even piercing through his other lip. Therefore, he seems almost OCD about the matter. These fangs can deliver a horrifying bite, however, if he were ever in any danger, or even just fighting for the hell of it. It would be enough to make even a much larger opponent squeal in pain and surrender, for once he latches onto something, it's very difficult for him to detach himself. Terrance also is not afraid to use this to his advantage, even if it might wind up doing a lot of damage. His fingers and toes are also tipped with small, white little claws, though they are far overshadowed by the teeth. Still, he could inflict some decent scratches with these claws if he happened to be cornered.
With all of this, it's little surprise that he's been in quite a few fights, and he hasn't come away unscathed from it all. His left ear sports a jagged tear inflicted by a Zangoose Morph, and his nose, crooked anyways due to a prior breakage, has an ugly scar across it. His jaw also bears a few scars, and has been broken once or twice in the past, to the point where one side of his mouth seems to be permanently turned downwards in a frown. He's lucky that he hasn't had one of his eyes, which are large and red in coloration, slashed out or otherwise impaired. His wild, spiky mass of blond colored hair cover any scalp scars that he might bear, but the same can not be said for the rest of his body. There are areas where the fur simply refuses to grow anymore as a result of the damage, such as a few, jagged scars along his arms and legs, and more than one on his chest and stomach. Overall, Terrance looks incredibly beat up, and he makes little effort to hide this fact with clothing or makeup. He even seems somewhat proud of them at times, even if they detract from his appearance.
His clothing style is not the sort you might expect from a short, rat-boy. It almost seems as if he's trying far too hard to look tough and intimidating. In fact, he wears a very stereotypical sort of punk outfit. He wears a leather jacket, black in coloration, with numerous spikes and zippers which seem to serve little actual purpose on it. A bright purple shirt, barely visible under the jacket, rests against his frame, declaring in bold, black and white lettering, random exclamations, including swear words. He also wears a pair of black-and-white trip pants, complete with more useless zippers and a hell of a lot of chains. A pair of black and white sneakers, with brightly colored laces, adorn his feet, and he wears a pair of long, fingerless gloves, the knuckles adorned with metal spikes as well. All in all, instead of the intended effect, this extravagant outfit only serves to raise brows, and cause people to laugh.
Personality:
Terrance certainly looks like a scrapper, even if he isn't very large. His personality, however, greatly reflects the scrappy part of his personality. He often seems incredibly quick to jump to violent measures, even if he's not able to actually back up these measures with his physical being. One could speculate numerous reasons for this personality, all of it having to do with either what he is or what happened in his past. Rattatas are well-known for their hardiness, for their ability to survive in just about any area, and it's easy to think that Terrance could find some way to thrive in any sort of environmental, no matter what trouble happens to pop up. However, he seems very easy to anger as well, to the point where he might even blow up for a seemingly insignificant thing. He's quite defensive about himself and the things he does, and he's quick to rebuke others for not understanding his sometimes odd ways.
Around other people, he's slightly awkward at best, and a complete jerk at his very worst. The guy simply isn't used to having positive interactions with people, only really remembering the jerks he grew up with. If provided with kindness, he can seem somewhat cynical, seemingly unable to accept that someone actually wants to be nice to him. If provided with insults and anger, he'll respond in kind, with a surprisingly sharp tongue that is more than capable of inflicting its own, invisible wounds. He often, even on good days, comes across as grumpy to happier people, who don't even feel comfortable telling him to lighten up. With time and someone willing to put up with his temper and lack of sociability, it's possible that he might become more friendly. One certainly shouldn't be holding their breath for such an event, however.
The very mention of being timid or weak enrages Terrance, and he's gone to insanely large measures to avoid being called such things. He's willing to full-out brawl over little things, do things that put his life as risk, and attempt to tame Pok?mon that would prey on an actual Rattata. It's one of the reasons he wants a cat-type Pok?mon as his starter, since most felines would find a Rattata a tasty little meal. Terrance goes all out to prove that he's no coward, and it could be said that he finds that the absolute worst thing that a human or Morph could possibly be. He certainly wouldn't deny it. However, it does cause problems, since sometimes fear is a necessary part of life that helps with survival. In fact, he's gotten into quite a bit of trouble as a direct result of his denial of fear.
Thankfully, he seems to get on much better with Pok?mon, since he's never really met one of them that was anywhere near as awful as some of the bullies from school. He has a resolve, however, to train only Normal-type Pok?mon, even ignoring those that are dual-typed. Some find it a rather odd specialty, seeming oxymoronic in nature, but he has fairly good reason to do such a thing. He's heard some people making fun of both Morphs and Pok?mon of the Normal type, saying that there's not really much that they can do when compared to the elemental types such as Fire and Electric. Terrance longs to prove them wrong, and that's one of his main goals as a trainer. He'll fight through all of the gyms with only Normal-types, and he'll prove all of those annoying people from back home wrong in the process. Terrance expects the best from his Pok?mon, sometimes coming off as slightly cruel simply due to how much he expects. However, he puts himself to the same standards, even allowing himself in Pok?mon form to be used almost as a punching bag to help train the Pok?mon.
Terrance is also incredibly persistent. Even when the odds seem almost impossible, he will never back down. It could be said that this is one of his best features. He's also become incredibly accepting of himself, never having any sort of self-doubt as he's matured. The male also has developed a pretty high pain-threshold, able to withstand many things without even flinching. However, he is not invincible, and he usually winds up getting more hurt than he lets on, especially due to his skinnier, less-protected structure. He finds it hard to admit that he has any weaknesses, especially to those that he doesn't respect in the slightest, which happens to be most people. If one can gain his respect, it'll be kept forever, barring any traitorous actions. However, gaining such an elusive gift from him has proven impossible to nearly everyone who's attempted it in the past.
Finally, the subject of love and crushes must be brought up. Terrance, in reality, has not really dealt with that sort of love at all. He's certain that he's straight; he simply has shown no real interest in love itself. His lack of trusting most people obviously impacts this, and it's unlikely that he'll change his mind anytime soon. Also, he is merely fourteen years old, and any relationship that he might wind up getting himself into would almost certainly not last long. To put it simply, he is little more than a child, and still not mature in this area. Finding a girlfriend is the last thing on his mind, to be frank.
History:
Terrance was born in Castelia City, a city which, when his parents had been born there ,had been very, very segregated. There had been numerous disagreements between Morphs and humans, and the Morphs usually wound up getting the less favorable areas of the city, simply because humans seemed to control the government, and the police force. Eventually, as most things did, the city began to become more accepting of Morphs in general. However, when Terrance was born, much of the bitterness still echoed throughout the city, affecting many of the Morphs which lived in his district of the city.
His father was a Raticate Morph, and he had always been a fighter as well, not willing to take the discrimination which his own parents had seemed so inclined to simply bear. His wife, a Zigzagoon Morph, was not quite as violent in her beliefs, though she had a very powerful way of speaking, and was never one to hold back her thoughts for anybody. Terrance was their first-born, and the only child they intended to have. He was raised lovingly at home, but never spoiled: his parents weren't the most well-off family, even for Morphs, and they didn't want their son to grow up expecting things to simply happen because he wanted them to. From a young age, he was taught that if he wanted certain things, he had to work for them. He was never babied to the cruelties of the world he lived in.
When he was five, he was enrolled in one of the schools which still, even at that time, were Morph-only institutions. His class was quite large, about thirty in size, and his teacher did not seem to enjoy her job very much. She was an old, bitter Sandslash Morph, and certainly not the best suited for small children, though no one ever seemed to complain about her.
Terrance, though he was no fool, was not prepared for the utter cruelty that other children had the potential of showing. Many of the other children were just as Morphed as he was; however, their Morphs seemed to all be very fierce and powerful. There seemed to almost be a student-imposed caste system which sprouted up, with the Morphs capable of doing things such as conjuring fire and ice near the top, while the 'common' Morphs, such as the Normal and Bug types, were on the bottom. Terrance was often scorned for being a rat, even at this age, for he had no special ability. He could not conjure tiny fireballs with a snap of his fingers. He could not cause small objects to levitate simply by staring at them, either. Terrance was quite upset by the way people seemed to simply cast him aside, and his father had some advice for him. He had to make a stand for himself, and prove that he was worthy of their respect.
From the second grade onward, many of the Morphs seemed to meet in the streets after school. Many, like Terrance, were shapeshifters, and they had mock 'battles' in the streets in their Pok?mon forms. Of course, they were nowhere near as powerful as actual Pok?mon, but they still bore claws and fangs and certain powers that made them quite dangerous to each other. Terrance was, at first, hesitant to join in, and most laughed when he expressed any desire to do so whatsoever. However, after a while, with the encouragement of his father, he sought to defend himself.
For the first few battles, he was completely trashed, easily defeated simply because of his size in Pok?mon form compared to the others. One of his fights with a vicious, bullying Zangoose boy left his left ear in tatters, and his jaw broken. Had some of the adults known, they might have stopped the fights after school. However, they never seemed to take notice, and, when Terrance's jaw healed, leaving a noticeable defect in his smile, the boy had new resolve to never be beaten so severely in fight again.
He began to train on his own outside of school, and he discovered that he actually had a very formidable weapon in his arsenal: his teeth. He also figured out that, since brute strength was obviously something he could not achieve, he could instead work on his speed. It took up much of his time, and yet, when the next opportunity for battle arose, it was all worth it. He managed to inflict horrifying, deep wounds that made his attacker squeal for mercy, and he wound up actually becoming a fairly respected adversary as a result.
From then on, much of his life revolved around these battles, though he was prideful in the fact that he never again suffered a defeat as bad as his first one. He even wound up winning many of the fights, though he seemed to not enjoy this as much as he could have. He was still not very threatening to some due to his Typing, and he longed for a way to prove that Normal-types, even those without long, deadly claws, could be quite effective in battle.
He decided to become a Trainer when he was twelve years old, though a broken arm, yet another result of a brutal fight, delayed his initial plans to leave on his thirteenth birthday. When his arm finally healed completely, he relayed his plans to his parents, who seemed very supportive. Castelia City had grown more diverse in the years of Terrance's life, but it would still be a relief to get their son to an area that was completely different. Terrance eventually, after a lot of research, decided to go to the Solastella Region, departing two months before his fourteenth birthday. It took longer to arrive than he initially thought, but when he did arrive, he was well-prepared to begin his journey, with clear goals and a battle plan in mind.
Role Play Sample:
[From Torrenta, for another character of mine, Nagendra.]
Finally. The serpent man felt like he had waited in that damned lab for ages, even if it had only really been fifteen to twenty minutes at the most. Normally, he wasn't terribly impatient, or, at least, he wasn't so quick to openly display it; but, he had been so close to achieving the first goal to a journey that, without said goal, would not have gone anywhere. However, now he had gotten his starter, a Charmander, which was now resting within a Pokeball in the bag he had received. He had high expectations for the fire Pok?mon, and he wasn't willing to accept anything less than those expectations. Whatever type of Charmander was in there, it had better be prepared for the man.
He was still feeling scornful of the Pok?mon that had actually been his aide in the lab. Giving a full Pok?mon such a job seemed unnecessary and dim-witted to Nagendra, who didn't hold very high views of most Pok?mon. Of course, there were certain exceptions, and some were actually fairly intelligent, even worthy of respect. However, that puny Pok?mon didn't seem like such a creature to the Seviper Morph.
A long, forked tongue slipped out, tasting the air, and Nagendra's dark eyes narrowed in disdain as he scanned his environment. It wasn't exactly as extravagant or exciting as he had anticipated. In fact, it seemed like someone had tried to hurriedly create a Route out of nothing. Nagendra could only hope that the later routes would be more exciting and less... improvised.
Glancing down, he uttered a low, soft hiss, pondering his options. He supposed that he should release his starter; after all, the creature would no doubt be battling soon. Reaching into his bag, he pulled the fire lizard's ball from its depths, gazing over to smooth, red-and-white surface idly. He found it interesting how such a little device could contain even the biggest of Pok?mon, much like a very small and uncomfortable prison. He wondered whether or not the Pok?mon were bitter about being contained in such a way, and he deduced that they probably were. He would be if he was a Pok?mon, at the very least.
With no other hesitation, he tossed the ball up in an almost lazy fashion. With a burst of light and an opening, the contents of the Pokeball were released. The fire lizard that emerged was smaller than Nagendra had imagined or seen Charmanders before, a fact that he wasn't terribly happy about. The Pok?mon blinked at the sudden light of both the Ball and the sun, glancing around with wide, curious eyes. His face seemed to hold a young naivety that Nagendra had not shown himself for many years. However, he did not find himself feeling any empathy for the obviously innocent creature. Instead, he was already beginning to feel an unexplainable sort of disdain for the Charmander.
The lizard noticed him, eyes widening as he took in what he first assumed to be a very, very odd Pok?mon. However, when he noticed the clothes, as well as the odd, human-like hair and features, he assumed that it must be some weird sort of human (after all, he had never seen a Morph before). Curiosity prodded at the lizard, and he failed the notice the darker look in the Seviper Morph's eyes. Taking a few steps forwards towards what he now assumed was his trainer, the Charmander allowed a friendly smile to spread across his face, speaking cheerfully.
+Oh, hi there! I'm Nathaniel, or just Nathan, I guess. And I guess that you're my new trainer? Nice to meet you! Who are you? What are you? Where are w-+ The Charmander broke off as Nagendra slithered over to him, coiling himself up so he towered high over the starter. Eyes wide, Nathan gazed upwards, seeing his master gazing down at him with a frown. Confused, the Charmander was about to continue his tirade of questions, until Nagendra abruptly cut in.
"You shouldn't speak unless you have something truly interesting to say, reptile." Nagendra ignored the creature's name, not really finding interest in it for the time being. "And yes, I am your new trainer. I suggest that you listen to me, unless you'd want to suffer the consequences of being disobedient. Don't disappoint me." The Seviper Morph slithered past the Charmander, leaving him to stare in confusion after him. He didn't even really understand what the Morph was talking about.
+Well, er... A-alright!+ The Charmander shook his head, putting on a half-hearted cheerful grin once again and scurrying to catch up with Nagendra. He had been told many times that, once he had been taken by a new trainer, fighting for them and making them proud was one of the most important duties that he would have. Deciding that he'd try his best to live up to that expectation and make the weird-looking man proud of him, Nathan caught up to him, and the two walked along in dead-silence.
Any Pok?mon that came across them would probably wind up regretting its luck shortly thereafter.
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