Is on the case!
Thanks for accepting me! I'm willing to bump his age up to 6, although I don't want to have him any older if that's all right.
[/spoil]Conrad ran into the action, following Eve as she focused all her attention on Rhino, the largest of the criminals, who's name was well suited to his appearance. Rhino wasn't wasting anytime, dropping his head and charging at the two straight away. Thankfully Eve was faster, throwing a massive burst of fire at the lunatic, engulfing him in red flame heating his armour up to melting point.
"Conrad, move your Pokemon into position!" Eve shouted.
Conrad nodded and was about to call his pokemon into play when Rhino burst free form the flames. Conrad missed what happened exactly but a shockwave dispersed the flames and knocked him onto the floor. Eve didn't bat an eyelid though, and went back to throwing fire balls, followed by massive jets of water which she then froze, encasing Rhino in a massive block of unmoving ice. Eve took a long heavy breath before turning to look for Conrad.
"That should hold him for a while," she started, when the sounds of ice cracking caught her attention. Somehow Rhino was cracking the ice around him, that suit he was wearing had more than one trick besides being massively powerful. Eve erected a psychic barrier, and with all attention on her Conrad managed to scramble out of the way. Leaving Eve to take care of Rhino, Conrad found an unoccupied spot and drew out his pokemon. Roswell the Magnezone and Rex the Nidoking materialised. At the sight of the rival pokemon, Rex made a guttural sound that did nothing but make Roswell roll it's main eye. Rex started to growl when Conrad waved a hand in front of his face.
"Hey! Enough!" he said, catching Rex's attention "We don't have time for these petty displays of manliness now Rex. Now I asked Zetta to explain this to you while you were in transit, so I know you're aware of what's happening. You are the only pokemon here who is strong enough to stand up to this Rhino guy. I need you to focus on what has to be done."
Rex's growl subsided and he nodded. Beside him, Roswell hadn't moved.
"Now listen to me. Rex I need you to pull Rhino off Eve, keep him distracted while I try and help her. Roswell you're back up. Stick with me, if Eve is hurt then I'll do what I can for her, but we'll be unprotected. I need you to..." A massive cracking noise and a rumble that travelled through the ground cut Conrad off. He ran back to where the battle was to see Eve on the ground, bleeding profusely with Rhino marching towards her, barely even breaking a sweat.
"Don't boast unless you can back it up," Rhino growled, as he stalked towards her "I'll put you out of your misery, and then I'll take out the rest of your pitiful team."
Rhino raised both his hands above his head, clasping them together into a massive fist, ready to slam them into the ground. Before he could do so, Rex wrapped both his arms around Rhino's pulling the criminal backwards and lifting him off the ground. The Nidoking roared, a deafening cry of anger and defiance, before twisting around and throwing Rhino back the way he came, thirty, forty, fifty feet until he crashed into, and through a brick wall. Conrad ran up to Eve and knelt beside her.
"I was.. *cough* .. wondering when you'd get here.." she said, wincing as she tried to move.
"Oh sh!t, don't talk. You're bleeding too much from the wounds you have, it must be internal too. Crap crap crap.. can you heal? I mean Espeon can heal itself during the day, so maybe you can too? Roswell, use Sunny Day then get down here. I want you to use Mirror Coat to make your metal body as reflective as possible and try to amplify the sunlight so Eve is bathed in it as much as possible. Just keep your eyes on what's going on. If you get in trouble, keeping Eve protected is your primary concern."
"Conrad.." Eve said as he started to move away "Rhino's suit doesn't stand up well to Dark based attacks. You should be able to use that to your advantage..." Conrad nodded and chased after Nidoking, who was currently hand in hand with Rhino, each trying to force the other over "..and thanks..."
"Rex! Sucker Punch!" Conrad cried. Rex roared, pushing Rhino backwards just that little bit, throwing him off balance for the tiniest of seconds. The timing on tis move had to be perfect. If Rhino wasn't going to attack, then Sucker Punch wouldn't be a good hit, the energy surrounding it would just disappear. Bit if Rhino made a move, then the darkness around Rex's claws would be amplified, and the result would be devastating. Rhino may not have been a total fool, but being pulled away from his prey by a Nidoking was enough to distract him. He made his move to attack and Rex slammed his fist into Rhino's chin, delivering a massive uppercut of dark energy. The blow back was amazing, Rhino didn't see it coming and ended up on his back groaning in pain. Something crunched when he landed. The suit looked intact, which meant either the damage didn't show or it was inside.
"Yes! Good work Rex!"
"You little sh!t.." Rhino said from the ground. He rolled over and stood up. Blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth. He reached inside his mouth and pulled out a tooth which he tossed to the ground. "You're going to pay for that.."
Thanks for accepting me! I'm willing to bump his age up to 6, although I don't want to have him any older if that's all right.
@PokemonBreederChris: would it be alright if I did my entire description as a story instead just have my being found in that format? I will make it as clear as I can about crucial info ie: name by bolding them
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Description: Rain is an extremely tall woman, standing just over six foot. She is very thin, though her actual weight is hard to ascertain. Despite this thinness, she does not look weak—her limbs actually look strong, but only after a close look. She isn’t petite, but her body isn’t incredible at all; she isn’t very well endowed, though her waist is proportionally thin (her ribcage is pretty broad, and her hips are wide, so she has the illusion of a nice waist). If one were to find thinness attractive, Rain would then have a very nice body. She has extremely pale skin, of course, as she seems to be albino. It is pasty, and near white, though somehow that doesn’t make her look sickly. She’s just really pale.
Rain has beautiful hair, of a perfectly pure ivory tone. It is fairly long and flows smoothly around her waist; no matter the weather, no matter the bad hair day, her hair always stays perfectly straight and soft-looking. Usually she pulls it back in a low ponytail with a blue ribbon, as it is quite long. Even so, her bangs—which happen to be dark blue, for some strange reason—refuse to stay out of her face. She doesn’t pay them much mind, though she is sometimes seen absentmindedly trying to put them back behind her ears, where they absolutely won’t stay for very long. Her facial features are rather sharp and cool, with eyes so starkly red that Rain does get a few looks just for them. Her eyes are a little slanted, only adding to the sharp look of her face; however, they always look calm, despite their brilliant coloration. Most people assume that Rain is an albino with dyed bangs.
Rain’s choice of outfit is a bit curious, but she’s very attracted to the colors, so it works. She wears a tight navy blue tank top underneath a light bluish-gray zip-up hoodie over her torso. The hoodie is about two sizes too large, hanging frumpily over her thin frame. Of course, it has deep pockets in the front, and a hood on the back; the inside lining is a royal blue color, like her bangs, but not as dark as her shirt. The sleeves pretty much always cover her hands because they’re simply too long. On the back of the jacket are three “V” shaped marks of royal blue, sitting with extremely obtuse angles in a vertical row. Her pants are a little baggy, but not nearly as much so as her hoodie, and colored white. Her pants also have lots of pockets—cargo pants. In order to keep her pants on for sure, she wears two belts sideways over one another: one of them silver, the other royal blue. Her shoes of choice are strappy navy sandals which expose her pasty pale feet with painted blue toenails. She wears the same hoodie constantly, only exchanging pants and tops for very similar ones, as she only owns about three of each. Well, she also has one hot pink tank top, but she only wears it on laundry day.
Personality: Rain is a very quiet individual. She is fairly calm and level-headed, but sometimes, she seems irrationally skittish of everything. The fact behind this is rather simple: somewhere in her heart is the ingrained idea that humans are bellicose and ignorant. She doesn’t know where this notion came from or why she goes along with it, and therefore, she often fights against this notion by being around humans. She is curious about her lost memories, but not voraciously so; she has no intention of obsessing over them, though she is somehow compelled to find someone who understands her. She doesn’t get very excited about anything, but rather takes it all in stride, except of course interactions with unfamiliar humans. There she has a strange phobia; however, despite it, she is working hard to get over it.
Rain is rather introverted, spending her time swimming and wondering rather than seeking company. The rare times she does go out on the street, she rarely speaks to anyone but rather just hums to herself as she watches them all go by—she doesn’t want them to look at her, even though they do. If she were to find someone who she didn’t feel so skittish around, however, she quite possibly would open up more, and be more accepting of company. For now, she really only enjoys the company of Will because he takes such good care of her, and is kind enough to her such that she doesn’t feel afraid around him. She is thoughtful and wise, generally kind despite being shy, and has a deep belief that her destiny will come one day and make sense of all this.
Fate and destiny are also concepts ingrained in Rain’s soul. It would seem that she is highly intelligent; however, she does not show this, because she has a slightly limited vocabulary and some of it is just words she learned from songs, which isn’t quite accurate. She isn’t necessarily a serious persona or a jesting one, but rather she is somewhat neutral. Rain also feels the urge to become responsible for others, especially if they help her or she thinks she knows them somehow. In this way she is a bit motherly, though it’s more of a friendly responsibility for everything than that of a mother. She is obsessed with both the sky and the sea, and likes to watch birds fly by. Culture still eludes her in many ways, though she is trying to learn about it little by little.
Origin: The tide continued to ebb and flow, ebb and flow as it always had. The water was cold, but it was always cold. There was nothing unusual about the shoreline today, the lone man thought to himself. He was still wearing his business clothes: a gray suit with a red tie. His black hair had fallen unkempt from the breeze, and swished lightly around his face as he stared at the ocean. His silver-blue eyes were only half open, but still, they managed to catch on to something highly unusual…
There was something different about the shoreline today, after all. There, in the shallowest point of the tide, was a woman. She was completely nude, her perfect pale skin and gleaming white hair giving her the look of an angel… or maybe a mermaid? The man on the beach ran over to her, finding quickly that she was no mermaid, as she had long, slender legs. Indeed, her body was thin and beautiful, in an unearthly way he found. He approached her, and unconsciously reached up to brush her dark bangs out of her eye. However, at that instant, her red eyes opened, and she shrank back. Afraid. That was the word… she felt afraid. She retreated slightly into the water, ducking away from the man.
He looked at her curiously. “What are you doing here?” he asked, and she shook her head. She didn’t know what she was doing here. She only knew that… she was afraid of this man. And she wanted to stay in the water. That made sense. And yet… her body felt wrong… she didn’t know where she was. She was scared. She curled up in the fetal position and stared at him with cold eyes. “Not very talkative, are we?” he asked.
She responded with a small moan, just, “ah”. As though that was all she knew how to say. And then, she looked him nervously in the eye, as her arms frantically covered her body. “…n… naked?!”
“Yes, you are naked…” he muttered. “Where are you from? Who are you?”
“A…ah…” she muttered again, nothing at all. She had no idea where she was from, who she was. She couldn’t have answered even if she knew words. However, this man seemed intent upon comforting her.
“Look, come on, we’ve got to take you to the authorities. I have no idea where you came from…” he looked away. “I guess you should get some clothes first…”
“Ah!” she exclaimed. People. No, she didn’t want to see people. She was afraid of people. They were… she didn’t really know. Then again, it appeared that she was… a person, too. Why was she afraid? She had no answers, only questions. She shook her head violently. “C…clothes. But… not authorities.”
He stared at her questioningly. “Why? You on the run or something?” She shook her head again.
“Ah… afraid. Can’t… remember.”
He blinked at her. She was just afraid of people. Well, that was obvious enough, she was looking awfully shy… except that she was naked in the ocean. And maybe she had amnesia… “Well, I do know that sometimes amnesia goes away with time. If you don’t want to meet anyone, why don’t you just come to my place? My roommate’s out on vacation for a few weeks, so you can stay in his room. I’ll get you some clothes too.” He extended his hand. “My name’s Will.”
She looked at him skeptically. “Oh… okay, Will.” She took his hand and stood up, still shaking a little and covering her body. He realized then how tall she was, but quickly averted his eyes. Will didn’t want to stare at her, and she didn’t really want to be stared at. He put his jacket over her and walked down the shoreline, up into the alley, and to his apartment. It only took a few minutes to get there.
One Will and the mysterious girl arrived at the apartment, he immediately showed her to the shower and turned it on for her, trying not to stare at her naked body. He did notice the strange birthmarks on her back… maybe he could use those to identify her. But not now; first, she needed to remember some things. He put on some soft rock music—some of his favorite bands—and changed into his relaxed clothes. While he was at it, he grabbed some for the girl, though obviously they wouldn’t fit that well… she was much smaller than he was, albeit just as tall. She had been in the shower for a long time when Will finally came in, asking, “Are you drowned in there?” He was holding the clothes.
She was smiling at the shower head and letting the water run as she hummed along to the music. When he walked in, she looked down. “Rain,” she nearly whispered. “Rain is familiar… Rain is comfortable.”
Will just looked at her. “Hey, don’t use up all the water… you think your name may be Rain?”
She shook her head, no. “But… it’s as good as any name.”
And from there on, she was Rain.
Will gave her some of his clothes for the night, but the next day he went and bought her some of her one—well, tried to. She took a liking to his hoodie and wouldn’t give it back; he decided she could just keep it. He did manage to get her to buy some underwear and a bra, as well as some actually fitting pants, shoes, and tank tops. Rain didn’t like many colors, but all the same, the things she picked were pretty cheap. Will has since been trying to help Rain recover her memory; after he gets off work each day, he meets her out by the ocean, where she is typically swimming in her underwear. He gave up on keeping her out of the ocean several days ago, because honestly, she wouldn’t even consider it. He still thinks she might be a mermaid, especially with how she sings. He has a large collection of rather easy-going music, which Rain has taken a liking to and listens to constantly. When he heard her sing along, with her beautiful voice, Will started to consider that she might be a mermaid who got her legs but lost her memory for it…
As of now, no one knows that Rain lives with Will. She eats ramen and other bargain food gladly, so she’s not a financial burden, though she has offered (since learning enough of the language to speak coherently again) to try to get a job. Will is fresh out of college working at an accounting firm; he makes enough money to support her pretty easily. His roommate will return in a few days, but he’ll explain when the time rolls around for that, he’s decided. She tends to wander short distances from the apartment, exploring the streets and trying to overcome her fear of other people, which she finds irrational. However, most of her time is still spent at the sea, or standing on the balcony enjoying the wind. Often, Rain dreams that she’s flying… or watching someone fly through their eyes… and falls into the sea…
Miscellaneous: Rain retains a few marked talents from her old self. For one, she has a lovely singing voice, hauntingly beautiful and rather captivating. She has taken up singing for her keep because of this. She is also an excellent swimmer, not getting tired easily. She can hold her breath for a very long time for a human, but it’s not necessarily superhuman—just unusual. Rain has a bizarre fascination with the sea, and always is swimming, diving deeper and deeper into the cold water… which also doesn’t seem to bother her. She loves soft rock music, just like her current keeper, Will. In fact, music has taught Rain many words… though sometimes that gives her a weird definition for things. She doesn’t know a lot of things about American culture, simply because she hasn’t been able to absorb it.
Aura: Rain’s aura is rather inconspicuous… usually. Quite simply, the air around her is more humid than usual, and often she gives off the feeling of an incoming storm. Animals act somewhat irrationally around her because of this aura, but many humans don’t even notice it. However, they do notice the humidity. Rain’s hair stays perfectly straight despite this aura, but some people’s hair curls up from the change in the air. When others are in the rather distant vicinity, there can be a bit of wind around her as well, further lending to the birth of a storm. However, if others like herself are very close indeed, Rain’s aura will act up, bringing, well, rain. It comes in various quantities depending on which others are nearby, how many of them there are, and how close they are. If they’re very close and have great familiarity to her old soul, Rain will cause a rather nasty thunderstorm, but that’s as bad as it gets. It seems to cause her pain when it gets stronger.
Rain’s tattoo is on her back, in the form of six slanted rectangles forming a 3 horizontal by 2 vertical larger rectangle. They resemble Lugia’s notable scales. However, rather than being blue, they’re only a darker tone than her skin, kind of brown compared to her white skin. They look more like birthmarks than tattoos, though they’re quite identifiable. The “visible” form of her aura is a translucent white color. It surrounds her body and extends her arms with wing-like shapes of aura. These tend to be flared away from her arms, as well, and down a bit. It also makes her eyes redder.
Clover was having a strange dream in her dream there was shouting and screaming over some kind of legendary plate and there were sleeping people around her. The people talking were a bunch of dark faceless shadows. Then suddenly they came closer and started picking up the unknown people, one lifted her and whispered, “Why did I have to get the heavy one…?” After that she suddenly found herself in a helicopter above a forest area and the shadow people began literal dropping people into the wood. As her turn came she suddenly heard a flock Starly chirping before she was shoved out and quickly began falling to the ground. She suddenly felt herself being shaken.
“Ah” she grunted snapping to an up position after her nearly hit the ground in her dream. Her heart was accelerating and she breathed out, “That was a weird… dream…”
Consciousness had return fully and slapped her with sudden realization; this wasn’t her room, and this didn’t even look like her neighborhood even though it was still blurry without her glasses. She began feeling around hoping to find her glasses nearby she, was next to blind without them. Feeling around, she felt foliage and warmth of things other, certainly the grassy ground... Cold and metallic, she had found it. Sighing with relieve, she put them on, getting a clearer vision of the green forest around her… It was small woodland like areas around though none were this untouched clean or nearly as large and who the heck were these sleeping people around her. It was too vivid and detailed too just be a dream, could it. All of her dreams she could clearly tell it was dream but this was different. It seemed too real to be a dream yet too unreal to be a reality… She was in a dark blue nightgown with rhinestones that made the American flag in the center of her busty chest. She was a little more happy this was her longest one instead of the short one for summertime.
The eighteen years-old stood she stretched her arms above her head feeling the strands of hair sticking out rubbing again her skin. Even though she couldn’t even see it, Clover knew her black hair well enough to know it a mess especially after she goes to sleep. Patted down it sprung back up into it previous location, the thick hair was stubborn and refuse to stay down until a comb was rack through its roots. Giving up on her bed head, she noticed another person awake and moved over to him. He seemed quite panic as he was waking other people, asleep on the forest floor.
“Hey… excuse me” She spoke out to get his attention, he didn’t even looked at her and there was a pause of silence as tad of shyness overcame her afterwards. She notice another person, a girl “Um… You wouldn‘t happen to know where the heck I am, would you?” She put on a smile to hide the fact she had butterfly going crazy in her stomach or maybe that was just hunger.
Valid point...seven it is!
Impressive. He was out of breath, but this was to be expected of a virgin Keyblader. Even so, his cocky gasp of "That all you got?" came closest to his desire to send the kid headlong into a true gauntlet designed to test endurance to breaking point. His mission was to test the kid, not murder him. It was as expected; his fighting style was clumsy and improvised. As of now, he was no real threat. He may as well have given the weapon to a chimp, if he could. He clapped his hands together in a brief round of sarcastic applause.
"Truly fascinating. This is going to be enjoyable." He clicked his fingers again. The boy's body tensed, anticipating another round of attack; but Lexan wasn't cruel. Instead, a deep black void opened in the space of time and space, darkness continously entering and exiting.
"This portal leads to the Radiant Garden; it's a safe haven. It's tricky walking through there so keep thinking you exist or else you'll just fade away. Oh, and if you're worried that I'm tricking you, once I give you my word - like now - I'm bound for all eternity, cross my heart -" He placed a gloved hand across his heart, the light catching the silver cross sewn into the black fabric - "and hope to die." And with that, he clicked his fingers a second time, forming a secondary portal nearer to him. First objective done, second objective in progress.
"Oh, yes, before I forget," Lexan suddenly remembered, reciting the warning, "At your present state, you will not understand. There is so very much to learn. You understand so little. Nevertheless, doubtless the time will come when we will meet again." And with that, with no real intention to see what the Keyblader thought about this development, he disappeared through his own personal portal.
The train would make its way under the bridge from here. Fortunately for Lexan, the citizens of Twilight Town's internal clocks had forced them to hit the hay; as such, Sunset Hill was deserted. He smiled. Perfect. Time for action. With catlike fluidity of movement, he ran from the hill overlooking the railway, and with a graceful jump, landed on a patch of grass by it. The train would have to come through this way. Better make the most of it.
From within his sleeve, he drew out - literally from nowhere - a medium-sized sword bayonet from the hilt, its elegant reddish-gold blade glinting fittingly in the twilight. Now for the trick: the bayonet split into three identical copies, two of them forced between his fingers for safekeeping. He could throw them into the air and catch them when done, but what mattered was getting the job done; theatrics could wait. The first bayonet's blade emerged in size, to the point it resembled a claymore greater than a sword that could be carried about with ease. He stabbed it into the ground, swung one of the bayonets into his spare hand, and leapt on top of the hilt of the oversized bayonet. It was just a matter of waiting.
Patience truly was a virtue. Eventually, the mystical train started puffing its way into view, painted in a rather handsome shade of purple and gold, the funnel being its owner's dark blue hat adjourned with stars and moons. It was almost a shame to put it out of commission. But put it out of commission he must. He stretched out his arms, the bayonets facing outwards, the blades at their sharpest and most durable. The train wheeled forward -
- and it came into contact with the blades. The first carriage was cleaved in two, but the bayonets - and Lexan's arms - shuddered with the impact. His limbs felt like they were on fire, but he held on all the same. During the small gap between carriages, he was granted a moment's reprieve, only for it to be snatched away as the next carriage got sliced. Eventually, the train was effectively derailed. The steam had died. The three bayonets vanished from existence. His mission was truly complete. Without a click, he disappeared through a portal of darkness. And boy, were his arms tired.
Name: Timothy (Tim for short)
Description: Tim stands at a height of 6'6" and weighs around 200 lbs. He is quite muscular in his upper body; however the middle part of his body, around the stomach and colon areas, is a bit more pudge than muscle, though it does not hinder his strength much. He has bright blue hair that seems to have two half-inch strands that stick up all the time near the center of his head. Tim's face has grayish-blue mustache that is somewhat thin and blinds into his pale skin. Tim's eyes are a deep topaz color while his pupils are quite small comparitively to his irises and sometimes seem invisible.
His nose is well-rounded, yet it is short and blunt. His mouth, and with that his face, is quite wide yet not as tall, but still maintains the shape of the average human head.
His arms and legs are well muscular as stated before, but not to the point that he looks like a bodybuilder; he looks more like just a stronger than average human. His arms are about 1'6" from the shoulder to the elbow and 1'3" from the elbow to the wrist. His hands are quite large, his fingers on the other hand (no pun intended) are short and almost flat at the tips. His feet are somehow the exact opposite. The main part of the foot itself is quite thin and narrow while the toes are longer and can be mistaken for the ends of flippers.
His choice of clothing might seem odd to some, though not all. He wears a blue, white, and red plaid shirt with buttons that range from the top to the bottom. He usually buttons up the entire shirt with the exception of the very bottom button. The shirt covers over the top part of his wore-out denim jeans, and his very light tan belt. His boots have an oil spill on top that eerily similar to the pattern of Kyogre's tail, where it seems to go down toward the outerside of either boot and part in two ways.
Personality: Kyogre or rather Tim, is a rather kind individual. He helps out others as much as he can, though, he has been known to give tough love too. He truely does care for others, maybe because others have cared for him. He will go out of his way to make sure that someone is feeling okay. This side can be taken advantage of though by a rather lazy individual who would rather watch. He is not entirely gullible though, he can use common sense to figure out that something is hurtful or harmful towards others. Timothy also knows when to attack and when to back down from a fight. He is not above picking a fight with someone else; usually this is to protect someone or because this particular individual is mean to others. He also is normally a happy man with a few jokes and puns, most of which are terrible and cause others to cry.
Tim does however have a pretty nasty temper when unleashed. He will act without much though and usually ends up either hurting himself badly and/or hurting someone else even worse. Tim's anger is usually triggered by either being hit hard, normally in the nose or facial area, insulted deeply, the apparent harm of friends, or the presence of Groudon or human-Groudon. Tim's anger issues can be quelled as easily as it is triggered. Normally, his new family can calm him down by just talking with him, but sometimes a strong slap to the face can quite literally "knock some sense back into him."
Origin: In a forest nearby a small town, a man awoke from unconciousness and looked about his surroundings. As he stood to his feet, the images in front swaying back and forth. He finally was able to keep his senses together long enough to picture the forest in front of him. As the blue haired man walked about he started to question where he was, and for that matter why he was there, but the most important question in his mind was why was he naked. As he walked pondering on things that confused him, he heard a cry for help.
Like this, "HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Instinctively the man ran to the source of the scream, a young lady caught on a rock in the middle of some rapids was squeezing the rock tightly as she screamed time and time again. Behind her were some very dangerous and pointy rocks probably planning to slice and dice her, who is to say what a rock thinks. Anyways, trusting only his instincts and not really using a lot of sense like grabbing a vine and pulling her in or something similar, the man jumped straight into the water and swam toward the lady. Unlike other swimmers who would get caught in the current, he actually was somehow able to turn his body so he could reach her without much trouble. Afterwards, he grabbed her and swam back toward shore, her holding on to his back for dear life. The two got to the safety of the bank as he laid her down onto the ground. Exhausted, the mysterious man felt the forest once again swaying back and forth as he fell unconcious.
A few hours later, the man awoke from this and found himself inside a small hut. He looked back and forth as he was wondering where he was, and where that lady went. Or was it all a dream? He noticed that he was now where some clothes: a plaid shirt and a pair of denim jeans. His feet were still baren though.
As he rose up he heard a voice, "Oh you're awake." He turned to see the same lady sitting at a small table nearby the bed he was laying on. "Thank you for saving my life, mister." She gave him a very sweet smile as she grabbed a wet cloth and rubbed it against his forehead. He could not help but smile back. The woman asked, "Are you feeling better?"
The man nodded his head and replied, "Yeah, though I'm still feeling a little groggy." He lay back down to recollect his thoughts and to gain more strength. He noticed that the hut's ceiling was made out of some mud compacted into straw.
"So who are you?" she asked out of curosity. Two other strangers came in, a man wearing a straw hat, a similar looking plaid shirt, a pair of jeans that seemed to be hanging together by a thread, and a pair of boots, and a woman, wearing a pair of glasses and a similar attire as the man with the exception of the hat. The second lady looked just a bit older than the first lady.
"Is he alright, Marica?" asked the man as he came in with what looked like a bucket of water.
"I believe so, he just now woke up," replied the young lady. She turned to look at him again. "What is your name?"
The words soon came to the blue haired man's thoughts. What was his name? He tried to remember but could not. Each time he tried it seemed nearly impossible, something lingered there, something but he could not remember. "Sorry, I-I don't know."
"Ah, I see," replied the older man. "You're free to stay here for as long as ya need. Just try not to stress yerself too much." He grabbed the pitchfork nearby and told the older lady, "All right, Susan, I'll be tending to the fields." The woman nodded her head as both of them left.
"Well, we got to call you something," said Marica. "I know, how about Timothy?"
"Tim-o-thy?" replied the stranger as he enunciated the word.
"It was my grandfather's name. He...passed away recently," a tear fell down from her face. Tim saw this and felt her sadness, though he did not know this Tim-o-thy, he still felt sad as well.
A few days later, Tim felt rested enough to help out with the older man, Ramon, with his work on the land. Ramon was a resident farmer who only had the help of his two daughters, Susan and Marica, the older and the younger respectively. Tim felt indebted to these people and decided to help. He helps with tending the fields and things of the similar. Soon, he became a full fledged farmer-in-training. Maybe this is what he needed to remember his history, maybe there was a reason he was there.
Miscellaneous: He is an excellent swimmer, with or without memories. Nothing else comes to mind.
Aura: Tim's aura is very calming and relaxing. It makes the air feel all nice and cool yet it also seems to be affected by his emotions as well. Tim's aura seems to cause even feuds to relax for a bit, maybe even put to sleep for a couple of days, but it does not work all the time nor does it last forever. His red aura, as seen by other legendaries, can also do the opposite when Tim is mad, it can cause feuds all around him without his knowledge. This "anger aura" heats up the air around and makes it seem that storms can come about quickly, though this is just the feeling that it brings. This aura does bring about its uses though, for one when in the "relaxing aura" it allows breathing to be easier, and can somewhat allow one to last longer in places that otherwise could not breathable best example is underwater, while the "anger aura" makes Tim and others around him to get more tired more easily.
His tattoo is found on the back of his right hand. It looks like a large circle in the middle of the hand with four lines leading towards his fingers. These lines end at or near the knuckles. The lines are not straight though the two on the far left and right both go diagonal then suddenly streak downward toward the fingers. The two in the middle, however, go straight down toward the fingers with a fifth line connecting them in the middle. (see the mark on Kyogre's main fins for visual)
Okay, I finally got my sign-up revamped, and I sure hope it is good enough this time as I am going on a ski vacation tomorrow that will take four days, and If I get pended again I will only have three. I tried to edit everything that you mentioned was problematic, so go ahead and take a look. Thank you for your troubles. I like cats. Sorry, that was random.
all right, I'll fix her up. Sorry about that, I had moments of writer's block, plus I somehow completely missed that the setting was New York, New York. I will fix that up and finish it. Sorry for wasting your time with that sign up, but hopefully I'll do better.
EDIT: I fixed it up, is it all right now? how about now? Now?
Description: Tim stands at a slightly tall height and is considered overweight for his height. He is somewhat muscular in his upper body; however the middle part of his body, around the stomach and hip areas, is a bit more pudge than muscle, though it does not hinder his strength much.
His arms and legs are well muscular as stated before, but not to the point that he looks like a bodybuilder. His arms are quite long and have a stretched out width. His hands, however, are quite large; his fingers on the other hand (no pun intended) are short and almost flat at the tips. His feet are somehow the exact opposite. The main part of the foot itself is quite thin and narrow while the toes are longer, so he does not walk as well as he can swim, without some sort of footware.
His choice of clothing might seem odd to some, though not all.
Aura: Tim's aura is very inspiring for lack of a better word. It seems to bring about determination and strong-will to others. It allows him and others around him to feel like that they should put more effort into what they are doing (like say keeping the sea from falling to the land...) and also can make the strongest work seem much stronger and easier to do. It also allows him to defy water currents allow him to swim about in it as if the water itself was just still or even helping him toward his target. He can also this ability to allow him to swim in things much thicker than water like say tar or perhaps quicksand. Maybe even in a pool of blood, I hope that we don't have to figure out if the latter is true or not.