Post by Ike on Jul 16, 2009 19:55:10 GMT -5
Name: Olsen Terrison
Age: Approximately 16
Pokemorph: Teddiursa
Appearance: At only 4'9, Olsen does not come off as very intimidating. Having a cute boyish face with light freckles, sandy blonde hair, and dimples when he smiles doesn't help. His skin is a light tannish color, apart from the trademark crescent moon on his forehead and his thick hair is often disheveled. Often, he'll take the long hair and pull it into a messy ponytail that hangs to one side of his head or the other; Whichever way he put it up. His figure is rather slim and bony, and his ribs can easily be seen. Shining gold-brown eyes, and two rather large and fuzzy ears complete the "cute" image, along with a small roundish tail, though this is mostly hidden by his clothing.
Despite his feminine appearance, Olsen is a force to be reckoned with and is much tougher than he appears. Rows of sharp teeth line his mouth, and he has one that protrudes over his bottom lip. His hands and feet are tipped with short, but sharp black claws. Though his arms and legs appear thin, he has much more muscle than you would be lead to believe and can more or less hold his own in a fight.
As for clothing, Olsen doesn't dress fancy. Mostly light and comfortable clothing, occasionally a few wristbands but always a watch on his wrist. A simple t-shirt, usually of a light color and little design is usually his item-of-choice. A pair of blue form-fitting cargo capris with multiple pockets and flat silver studs lining the pockets for pants, tied tight to his waist with a drawstring in a neat little bow. He wears an old pink scarf whatever the weather, either tied around his waist or around his neck, along with a pair of tan fingerless gloves and his light brown gladiator-style sandals.
Personality: Olsen’s innocent appearance rather clashes with his personality. He has a surprisingly short fuse, and hates being called things like “Short” or “Cute”. He has a natural distrust to things that aren’t familiar, but is also quick to warm up to those who are friendly. Albeit jumpy, a little shy, and he tries hard to be proud of who he is and his differences even when he knows he isn’t. Often he tries to come off that he doesn’t care that he’s part Pokémon, but he is a horrible liar and more often than not, doesn’t fool anyone.
Among the things he likes the most are sweets and candies. His favorite has to be Cherry pie, but he isn’t very picky and will eat almost anything. But one thing he has no tolerance for are people that try to tease him or his friends. He has a bad habit of speaking his mind without thinking it through, and has ended up in more than one fight in his time.
Olsen often feels that he's not "manly" enough and has a little bit of a complex. He'll try to talk bigger than he actually is, which often leads to hilarious results.
History:
(D: I hate how sue-ish this is. I do I do.)
Olsen has very little memory of where he came from. As long as he could remember, he was wandering around in the woods and through meadows, not knowing how to speak but instinctively knowing how to gather food and get water. Though it is unknown to him for how long he did this, he eventually came across a small cottage in a clearing, drawn by the smell of the cherry pie in the window. After eating half the pie, the owner of the cottage discovered the young Olsen naked and covered in pie crumbs.
The owner was an elderly woman by the name of Lucille Terrison, or Old Granny Terrison to most. Never having any children of her own, she took in and named the mild Olsen after her late husband and taught him most of what he knows, such as how to speak (Fun fact: He has a British accent due to Granny Terrison having one.),read and write, and of course, how to make her famous pies. They played games, and he gained a love of Pokémon from the numerous Pokémon that appeared around the house. (Well, that, and Granny’s Glameow that she kept as a pet.) Unsure of how old he actually was, she decided that the day they met would be his birthday, August 12th, and that he looked to be 4 years old when they met.
Most of his first years with Granny Terrison were rather sheltered, as he was never taken into town, and it was very rare that anyone came over. But it was for good reason, as Lucille often feared that he would be harassed by other children for being part-Pokémon. But curiosity got the better of him. Olsen knew there was more to life outside the cottage, outside the woodlands and fields. Instinctively, he knew, he just didn’t know what. And so, one afternoon when granny had fallen asleep, the then 8-year old took her basket as he’d seen her do so many times, and started down the little path, unsure of where he was going but sure that he’d be back in time for supper.
A few minutes down the road and he soon started seeing other houses, other people. He mostly ignored the others, but it soon became apparent that he was very different. He’d known he’d looked different from Granny…but it had never bothered him before. He wasn’t sure about what he was expecting but he was sure it wasn’t this. They were staring, whispering. And he suddenly felt shy. Very uncomfortable in his own skin. Gripping the basket ‘till his knuckles went white, he slowly began to turn around and back away from the small town.
A walk had turned to a jog, a jog to a run, but it only seemed to draw more attention. The stares turning hostile, Olsen had almost made it out of town completely before he was stopped by a group of kids that couldn't have been much older than he was. he was verbally harrassed for a few minutes, and reduced to tears before he finally got away. He hastily returned to the cottage and locked himself in his room, and for the first time, felt real sadness.
Lucille never really found out about what had happened, or rather, she was never really told. But she always had a feeling that something had happened to him. She had a way of knowing like that.
Olsen had fallen into a bout of depression, and he hated every second of it. He hated how much it bothered him. He hated how embarrassed he was. And finally, after going to Granny for advice, realized he had to get over it and face his fears. Which is why, at age 10, he begged and begged and finally convinced Granny Terrison to enroll him in Pokémon School with the other children.
His first day wasn't as bad as he'd expected. It wasn't fantastic and he was still teased, but as the days went on, and the more he ignored them, gradually, the less they bothered him. By the end of the year, he was a loner. But he figured it was better than being hated. No one gave him strange looks when he went into town. The kids only teased him now and then. To Olsen, it was an improvement.
Well, the years went on and Olsen grew older, wiser. He began to grow curious once again, as he knew there was more to the world than just his cottage and his town. He began to long for adventure, To see the world and go where no one has been before. To finally be independent and own his own Pokémon. And of course, to find out where exactly he came from. So at age 16, he has said goodbye to Granny, and has gone off to make a name for himself.
Affiliation: Neutral
Looks very good. Nice history.