Post by Dante on Jul 18, 2009 8:56:56 GMT -5
I felt the hate rise up in me...
Name: Dante Hyubasi
Age: 16
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
Appearance: At this point in time, Dante sports a rather striking appearance, though his fashion choices are mild in manner. The Trainer stands at a good 5’9, making most of the natives wonder if he’s a Chaos member. The oddball weighs in at precisely 169 lbs, giving him a normal, sixteen year old figure. What makes him really unique is that, even though he can lift a good amount, he doesn’t have any deep, muscular tone.
His hair is quite unkempt, mangled and ruffled beyond belief. Black is the color that his hair takes, leaving him to look just like his mother. The Trainer has deep, hazel eyes that should shine like diamonds, but instead are dulled down due to the lack of sleep. Another side-effect of sleep loss is the way he looks at a first glance. He always seems to look sleepy and even serious at random intervals. “Third time is the charm,” right? Not when it comes to Dante.
The final, dreadful side-effect is the loss of skin color. Now, he looks like a zombie, though ever since he arrived in the Airore Region, he has been acquiring a bit more sunlight.
Stated above, fashion is not Dante’s strongest attribute. Mild and bland are choice words that come to mind when staring at him for an extended amount of time. For starters, he keeps his head covered with a grey beanie which, as if the hat weren’t bad enough, holds a yellow pin with a dead smiley face. The rim covers his brow, leaving thick strands of hair peeking out. His upper body is a bit more reasonable, but still lacking taste.
A white, long sleeved undershirt is covered by a thin, beige button-up with the first few top and bottom buttons left alone. This shirt stays untucked for the most part, giving a nice breeze to the heated body inside. Baggy, blue cargo pants are way out of style, but the oddball of a Trainer still makes it match with the rest of his attire. As for the shoes, white sneakers are so last week. Still, Dante couldn’t give a damn about what someone thought about him. Besides, he probably wouldn’t ever see them again.
I wander out where you can't see...
Personality: First words that comes to mind when meeting Dante: Serious business. The long, sleepless nights of force training have hardened Dante to a point where he seems to take things a bit too seriously. Before the whole Trainer debacle, Dante was pretty optimistic, but his dad’s vision of a perfect Trainer was laid down like a harsh tax. Harsh is another word that comes to mind, for Dante takes no back talk from the young Trainers. He’ll lay down the rules he was taught in a Kanto minute.
He’s quite disappointed in many of the Trainers he meets. They can’t stand up once they’re put down. ”Weaklings are to be deleted,” was what his father had to remind him constantly. The funny thing is that he isn’t the one who picks the fights. The newer idiots who think they can take on the World with their ’awesome’ Charmander, or Eevee are the ones who ask for a challenge.
If you can take his insults and constantly pester him with questions, you’ll see the good he’s capable of. He believes in his theory of flaws making the “Perfect Trainer”, but he never gets to test anything. Even after finding out this information, he still continues to be the bad guy, knowing that no matter where he goes, his father is always reminding him of things.
Inside my shell I wait and bleed...
History: Born in the famous Kanto region, Dante was just a normal person in Celadon City. As a young child, Dante was pretty intelligent, but still lacked in attributes that made him seem underachieved. It was only like this due to his love of Pokemon and everything about them. Mysteries and unsolved ideas about these special creatures made him wonder endlessly and got in the way of schoolwork. This is when he chose his future job; a job as the new Pokemon Professor.
During the maturity of Dante, his father began contemplating on what would make the “Perfect Trainer” which is where his son came in. Someone so pure at heart and in need of knowledge… This would be the start of his experiment. On the first day of the test, Dante’s father brought him a present that was wrapped in colorful paper. A red, laced bow rested on the top, just screaming to be opened. The youth proceeded to rip the flashy paper into shreds, revealing a shiny, awe inspiring Pokeball.
What mysteries were inside of this wonderful orb? His father explained to him that a very rare Pokemon named “Growlithe” was caught by the scientists that he worked alongside and that he was able to give it to him. This made the moment all the more cherished. That was all that happened the first day. The years following this day were kept in a journal that his father prepared before the events.
January 19th, 2002
Entry #2
Everything is going according to plan. My son has already grown attatched to the Pokemon I stole from the labs. I had to do it for the sake of research and for the sake of the entire World. We need a "Perfect Trainer" to take on Team Rocket to save the Kanto Region from disaster. I just need to keep acting innocent and fatherly so that everything stays like this.
Today, I decided to teach my son how to battle. I caught a few Caterpie and used them as targets. It was wonderful to see how well Dante did! He had all of the normal traits of a Trainer: Enthusiasm, cheerful attitude and no remorse for hurting the wild. Though, there were some things I needed to remind him.
Weaklings have to be deleted, no matter the cost. He stalled on the first two battles, but a few knocks to the head did the trick, along with me reminding him crucial facts. This will be the start of his journey. I will make sure he exceeds all standards.
January 25th, 2002
Entry #5
I made Dante train with his Growlithe for a few hours today, along with a few battle exercises. Again, I had to remind him of facts, due to his lack of attention. I taught him some more things after dinner, such as how to initiate a full scale fire combo with a computer simulation. He had a terrible time with it, but he's still young, so I can't expect him to be perfect at everything the first time he tries.
The men at the lab today failed to do any work and only focused on finding the Growlithe. I don't understand why, though. They could've caught another one and used the same experiments they recorded. I can't let them know! It hasn't even been a month yet!
February 20th, 2002
Entry #19
My son is slacking! He failed countless times on a training method, even after I reminded him of what to do! It makes me so furious! I really wanted to take the Growlithe back to punish him... But I calmed down. I need Dante to cooperate with me. It's the only hope we have of stopping Team Rocket for good.
The men have started a new experiment on a Pokemon that flew in from the Johto Region. A Noctowl, I think. It seems to be very unresponsive to previous tests, so we'll all have to start over. I'm relieved to know that they let the Growlithe go.
These entries and thought training methods were slapped onto Dante for five more years, leaving him to fend for himself against the Kanto Gym Leaders. Growlithe evolved into Arcanine, allowing Dante to catch Pokemon like Fearow and even harder Pokemon like Beedrill and Scyther, who are naturally aggressive. A Poliwrath and a Primape were also added the team, allowing for diversity. These Pokemon were hardened with the tedious exercises Arcanine was put through, making Dante someone you wouldn't want to meet in an alley on a dark night.
The last Badge he won was the Marsh Badge from Sabrina, a battle that he wasn't prepared for. With this Badge, though, he was sure his father would finally notice his potential, but...
Sour Sixteen
He... lost. Even with Poliwrath on his side... Blaine chuckled, his echo bellowing through the empty volcano. Dante was on his knees, eyes closed and with a stern face. What had he done wrong? What lessons did he forget? His father wanted to hear from him tonight and if he hadn't won the Gym Badge, he would be asked to come back home to train in a harsher environment.
"Blaine," the Trainer muttered as the Leader laughed. "You will pay for this... I swear that on my life." "Well! You've been burned to nothing more than mere ashes! Where's your strength now, Dante!?"
Dante merely stood up to brush himself off, making his way to the exit of the Gym. He would meet no end to the countless bickering from his father when he found out about this loss. His mother would understand, though... She always seemed to. In complete rage, the furious male punched the wall, his breaths rough and quick. "How did I lose to such a weakling!?"
"Three Pokemon!? I don't know how that's considered a Gym Leader's team!" No... He had to quit this. Calm down and collect yourself. When you're angry, your mind scatters like a deck of cards. That was one of his mother's famous quotes, one he needed to remember.
Stumbling into the Pokemon Center, his gaze fell on the monitors near the corner of the Center, his heart dreading the moment his father was probably begging for. He disregarded the monitor and healed his Pokemon, heading into a room where he could stay for the long, sleepless night. He would make it seem like an accident. The monitor was out of order for a while and he couldn't use it.
That would be a perfect excuse for him. He would train a bit and then challenge Blaine once again. He was sure to win next time. Wear down his Pokemon with status effects and keep switching them out. A desperate plan, but it was one he had to use. The burden was gone and he was able to sleep without the feeling gnawing at his insides. His eyes were closing fast and...
What happens now?
Sunlight peeked through tree holes, beaming down on the oddball that was sleeping in the forest. Bug Pokemon gathered around this strange teen as he finally woke from his slumber. Wait! Dante didn't fall asleep in the forest! Where was he!? Someone must've placed him here after knocking him out and stealing his stuff.
The only thing that was really stolen were... His Pokemon. Damn! He was somewhere close to civilization, that he knew for a fact. He could hear the laughter of children from afar and a truck strolling along. Going to the place full of people was the only option, so, for now, he had to make his way without getting attacked by a mob of overly aggressive Bugs...
Affiliation: Neutral
1952 words (Not including these)
Name: Dante Hyubasi
Age: 16
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
Appearance: At this point in time, Dante sports a rather striking appearance, though his fashion choices are mild in manner. The Trainer stands at a good 5’9, making most of the natives wonder if he’s a Chaos member. The oddball weighs in at precisely 169 lbs, giving him a normal, sixteen year old figure. What makes him really unique is that, even though he can lift a good amount, he doesn’t have any deep, muscular tone.
His hair is quite unkempt, mangled and ruffled beyond belief. Black is the color that his hair takes, leaving him to look just like his mother. The Trainer has deep, hazel eyes that should shine like diamonds, but instead are dulled down due to the lack of sleep. Another side-effect of sleep loss is the way he looks at a first glance. He always seems to look sleepy and even serious at random intervals. “Third time is the charm,” right? Not when it comes to Dante.
The final, dreadful side-effect is the loss of skin color. Now, he looks like a zombie, though ever since he arrived in the Airore Region, he has been acquiring a bit more sunlight.
Stated above, fashion is not Dante’s strongest attribute. Mild and bland are choice words that come to mind when staring at him for an extended amount of time. For starters, he keeps his head covered with a grey beanie which, as if the hat weren’t bad enough, holds a yellow pin with a dead smiley face. The rim covers his brow, leaving thick strands of hair peeking out. His upper body is a bit more reasonable, but still lacking taste.
A white, long sleeved undershirt is covered by a thin, beige button-up with the first few top and bottom buttons left alone. This shirt stays untucked for the most part, giving a nice breeze to the heated body inside. Baggy, blue cargo pants are way out of style, but the oddball of a Trainer still makes it match with the rest of his attire. As for the shoes, white sneakers are so last week. Still, Dante couldn’t give a damn about what someone thought about him. Besides, he probably wouldn’t ever see them again.
I wander out where you can't see...
Personality: First words that comes to mind when meeting Dante: Serious business. The long, sleepless nights of force training have hardened Dante to a point where he seems to take things a bit too seriously. Before the whole Trainer debacle, Dante was pretty optimistic, but his dad’s vision of a perfect Trainer was laid down like a harsh tax. Harsh is another word that comes to mind, for Dante takes no back talk from the young Trainers. He’ll lay down the rules he was taught in a Kanto minute.
He’s quite disappointed in many of the Trainers he meets. They can’t stand up once they’re put down. ”Weaklings are to be deleted,” was what his father had to remind him constantly. The funny thing is that he isn’t the one who picks the fights. The newer idiots who think they can take on the World with their ’awesome’ Charmander, or Eevee are the ones who ask for a challenge.
If you can take his insults and constantly pester him with questions, you’ll see the good he’s capable of. He believes in his theory of flaws making the “Perfect Trainer”, but he never gets to test anything. Even after finding out this information, he still continues to be the bad guy, knowing that no matter where he goes, his father is always reminding him of things.
Inside my shell I wait and bleed...
History: Born in the famous Kanto region, Dante was just a normal person in Celadon City. As a young child, Dante was pretty intelligent, but still lacked in attributes that made him seem underachieved. It was only like this due to his love of Pokemon and everything about them. Mysteries and unsolved ideas about these special creatures made him wonder endlessly and got in the way of schoolwork. This is when he chose his future job; a job as the new Pokemon Professor.
During the maturity of Dante, his father began contemplating on what would make the “Perfect Trainer” which is where his son came in. Someone so pure at heart and in need of knowledge… This would be the start of his experiment. On the first day of the test, Dante’s father brought him a present that was wrapped in colorful paper. A red, laced bow rested on the top, just screaming to be opened. The youth proceeded to rip the flashy paper into shreds, revealing a shiny, awe inspiring Pokeball.
What mysteries were inside of this wonderful orb? His father explained to him that a very rare Pokemon named “Growlithe” was caught by the scientists that he worked alongside and that he was able to give it to him. This made the moment all the more cherished. That was all that happened the first day. The years following this day were kept in a journal that his father prepared before the events.
January 19th, 2002
Entry #2
Everything is going according to plan. My son has already grown attatched to the Pokemon I stole from the labs. I had to do it for the sake of research and for the sake of the entire World. We need a "Perfect Trainer" to take on Team Rocket to save the Kanto Region from disaster. I just need to keep acting innocent and fatherly so that everything stays like this.
Today, I decided to teach my son how to battle. I caught a few Caterpie and used them as targets. It was wonderful to see how well Dante did! He had all of the normal traits of a Trainer: Enthusiasm, cheerful attitude and no remorse for hurting the wild. Though, there were some things I needed to remind him.
Weaklings have to be deleted, no matter the cost. He stalled on the first two battles, but a few knocks to the head did the trick, along with me reminding him crucial facts. This will be the start of his journey. I will make sure he exceeds all standards.
January 25th, 2002
Entry #5
I made Dante train with his Growlithe for a few hours today, along with a few battle exercises. Again, I had to remind him of facts, due to his lack of attention. I taught him some more things after dinner, such as how to initiate a full scale fire combo with a computer simulation. He had a terrible time with it, but he's still young, so I can't expect him to be perfect at everything the first time he tries.
The men at the lab today failed to do any work and only focused on finding the Growlithe. I don't understand why, though. They could've caught another one and used the same experiments they recorded. I can't let them know! It hasn't even been a month yet!
February 20th, 2002
Entry #19
My son is slacking! He failed countless times on a training method, even after I reminded him of what to do! It makes me so furious! I really wanted to take the Growlithe back to punish him... But I calmed down. I need Dante to cooperate with me. It's the only hope we have of stopping Team Rocket for good.
The men have started a new experiment on a Pokemon that flew in from the Johto Region. A Noctowl, I think. It seems to be very unresponsive to previous tests, so we'll all have to start over. I'm relieved to know that they let the Growlithe go.
These entries and thought training methods were slapped onto Dante for five more years, leaving him to fend for himself against the Kanto Gym Leaders. Growlithe evolved into Arcanine, allowing Dante to catch Pokemon like Fearow and even harder Pokemon like Beedrill and Scyther, who are naturally aggressive. A Poliwrath and a Primape were also added the team, allowing for diversity. These Pokemon were hardened with the tedious exercises Arcanine was put through, making Dante someone you wouldn't want to meet in an alley on a dark night.
The last Badge he won was the Marsh Badge from Sabrina, a battle that he wasn't prepared for. With this Badge, though, he was sure his father would finally notice his potential, but...
Sour Sixteen
He... lost. Even with Poliwrath on his side... Blaine chuckled, his echo bellowing through the empty volcano. Dante was on his knees, eyes closed and with a stern face. What had he done wrong? What lessons did he forget? His father wanted to hear from him tonight and if he hadn't won the Gym Badge, he would be asked to come back home to train in a harsher environment.
"Blaine," the Trainer muttered as the Leader laughed. "You will pay for this... I swear that on my life." "Well! You've been burned to nothing more than mere ashes! Where's your strength now, Dante!?"
Dante merely stood up to brush himself off, making his way to the exit of the Gym. He would meet no end to the countless bickering from his father when he found out about this loss. His mother would understand, though... She always seemed to. In complete rage, the furious male punched the wall, his breaths rough and quick. "How did I lose to such a weakling!?"
"Three Pokemon!? I don't know how that's considered a Gym Leader's team!" No... He had to quit this. Calm down and collect yourself. When you're angry, your mind scatters like a deck of cards. That was one of his mother's famous quotes, one he needed to remember.
Stumbling into the Pokemon Center, his gaze fell on the monitors near the corner of the Center, his heart dreading the moment his father was probably begging for. He disregarded the monitor and healed his Pokemon, heading into a room where he could stay for the long, sleepless night. He would make it seem like an accident. The monitor was out of order for a while and he couldn't use it.
That would be a perfect excuse for him. He would train a bit and then challenge Blaine once again. He was sure to win next time. Wear down his Pokemon with status effects and keep switching them out. A desperate plan, but it was one he had to use. The burden was gone and he was able to sleep without the feeling gnawing at his insides. His eyes were closing fast and...
What happens now?
Sunlight peeked through tree holes, beaming down on the oddball that was sleeping in the forest. Bug Pokemon gathered around this strange teen as he finally woke from his slumber. Wait! Dante didn't fall asleep in the forest! Where was he!? Someone must've placed him here after knocking him out and stealing his stuff.
The only thing that was really stolen were... His Pokemon. Damn! He was somewhere close to civilization, that he knew for a fact. He could hear the laughter of children from afar and a truck strolling along. Going to the place full of people was the only option, so, for now, he had to make his way without getting attacked by a mob of overly aggressive Bugs...
Affiliation: Neutral
1952 words (Not including these)
