Post by Digital on Jul 23, 2009 12:56:32 GMT -5
Please note that this IS a real profile and as such, Buizel cannot be selected as your pokemon until enough other profiles have been created.
Name: Tyro "Jet" Mann
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Pokemon: Buizel
Description: Like an ordinary Buizel, except he wears a small blue scarf just above his float. The scarf has a white pokeball design on it.
History: Jet grew up in a happy household in the Sinnoh Region. He wasn't overly spoiled, yet he wasn't deprived. He always had two loving parents who lived with a good marriage. He went to an average school and was always one of the top students. After all, with an IQ higher than any other student, his parents kind of pushed him to show it. Although he takes Advanced courses, he still finds them difficult. This is because his intelligence doesn't come from being book-smart. But he is more of the analytical type. The person who is a master at strategic thinking and analyzing situations and how to freely manipulate them to his advantage whenever possible.
He never became a Pokemon Trainer, but he studied them and was really involved with the neighborhood Training Center, so he memorized just about everything there is to know about Pokemon there. However, he always planned on one day getting his own pokemon and starting out on his own journey, but he's always found excuses to stay behind.
Arrival: "Ugh, I hate it when I'm so slammed...." Jet muttered to noboody in particular. He was currently sitting in the back room, elbows on his legs as he rested his head on his palms. He was inside of the Karin Training Center, the building where he worked. It was here that Trainers who passed through the city, or even those who lived here came to train with their pokemon. There were several rooms for the diffent varieties of Pokemon to work out. And each room had its own sparring room where others could battle with same-type pokemon.
Jet groaned. He had so many different pokemon to attend to all over the building. But it was worth working here to meet all of the varieties of pokemon. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite in that mood as of yet. And it was a fairly large building. But he had a small, five minute reprieve and he was getting really tired. Maybe he could just rest his eyes for a few moments before he got back to Makar, the Magmar that he had to attend to at the Fire Room on the opposite side of the building. He layed himself down on the bench that he had been sitting on and slowly closed his eyes. However, instead of simply resting his eyes, he actually began snooze. He would seem so peaceful laying there, sleeping. But little did he know that he would soon be awakening in an entirely new world, in an adventure he never would have believed possible.
Estimated Strength: 45
Money: 320 pc
Name: Tyro "Jet" Mann
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Pokemon: Buizel
Description: Like an ordinary Buizel, except he wears a small blue scarf just above his float. The scarf has a white pokeball design on it.
History: Jet grew up in a happy household in the Sinnoh Region. He wasn't overly spoiled, yet he wasn't deprived. He always had two loving parents who lived with a good marriage. He went to an average school and was always one of the top students. After all, with an IQ higher than any other student, his parents kind of pushed him to show it. Although he takes Advanced courses, he still finds them difficult. This is because his intelligence doesn't come from being book-smart. But he is more of the analytical type. The person who is a master at strategic thinking and analyzing situations and how to freely manipulate them to his advantage whenever possible.
He never became a Pokemon Trainer, but he studied them and was really involved with the neighborhood Training Center, so he memorized just about everything there is to know about Pokemon there. However, he always planned on one day getting his own pokemon and starting out on his own journey, but he's always found excuses to stay behind.
Arrival: "Ugh, I hate it when I'm so slammed...." Jet muttered to noboody in particular. He was currently sitting in the back room, elbows on his legs as he rested his head on his palms. He was inside of the Karin Training Center, the building where he worked. It was here that Trainers who passed through the city, or even those who lived here came to train with their pokemon. There were several rooms for the diffent varieties of Pokemon to work out. And each room had its own sparring room where others could battle with same-type pokemon.
Jet groaned. He had so many different pokemon to attend to all over the building. But it was worth working here to meet all of the varieties of pokemon. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite in that mood as of yet. And it was a fairly large building. But he had a small, five minute reprieve and he was getting really tired. Maybe he could just rest his eyes for a few moments before he got back to Makar, the Magmar that he had to attend to at the Fire Room on the opposite side of the building. He layed himself down on the bench that he had been sitting on and slowly closed his eyes. However, instead of simply resting his eyes, he actually began snooze. He would seem so peaceful laying there, sleeping. But little did he know that he would soon be awakening in an entirely new world, in an adventure he never would have believed possible.
Estimated Strength: 45
Money: 320 pc