GoldenHouou
antagoonist
Yo, finished since all I had to do was pretty much edit an older SU, luckily. Wouldn't have had time to write one from scratch right now. Tell me if anything's off or if something mentioned in his history doesn't fit the setting. Originally he wanted to become the Champion but since you said above that we should disregard the Elite four, I just went with the vague "he wants to become a famous trainer/battler" route instead. Hope that flies with you.
Also, middle of the night (and a bit past) so there might be some typos somewhere and shiz. I tried to kill 'em all but y'know.
Anyway.
Name: Emil Shields
Nickname: None he’d approve of
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Team: You can choose, man. Stick me somewhere good.
Location: Random rundown house somewhere on the edge of town.
Appearance: Falling a few inches short from five feet, Emil isn’t at all a tall boy. He doesn’t have any muscle to speak of either, and his facial features are still very childish and somewhat feminine; he has a small nose and somewhat round cheeks as well as fair skin. Combine all that with his height and it’s not a wonder why he often gets mistaken for a twelve-year old or so, a fact he despises a lot. Emil’s eyes are bronze brown in color and often carry a very serious, no-nonsense look. They’re also the only part of his face that actually seem to belong to someone older than he is; yeah, they’re big like a kid’s, but damn is his gaze always coldly professional like a businessman’s.
Emil has short auburn hair which is always combed back neatly, sometimes held there with the help of a flower-decorated bandanna. Admittedly, both its color and decorations are somewhat girlish, but he doesn’t really care; it was a gift from his family and helps him remember his goals, so who cares if it’s not decorated with something "cool". From the back, Emil’s hair is even shorter than from the front, falling neatly against the back of his neck in a v-shape. He works really hard to keep his hair neat and silky, as he believes that hair alone says a lot about a person, and so you’ll always find his well taken care of and smooth. Feel free to admire it, but refrain from petting him; he hates it with a passion.
For clothing, Emil wears a pink dress shirt which he always keeps buttoned all the way up, as he believes he has to look professional and neat at all times and open buttons are one of the biggest signs of laziness there is. He has a tie to match his shirt, and he tends to yank and fiddle with it whenever nervous. It’s purple and has, surprise, surprise, more flower patterns. Surprisingly, although Emil firmly believes in looking formal, he has never quite gotten used to wearing his tie tightly, so it hangs somewhat loosely most of the time. Over the shirt, he wears a dark red overcoat which reaches slightly past his waist. It’s not exactly a dress jacket, and is much more informal than the rest of his clothing. But it still looks nice and is warm.
Held up with a belt Emil wears flared black jeans, which are a size too big as far as length goes. As a result, he often has to fold them from one part or the other, which is something he really doesn’t like doing. He’ll end up ruining the fabric that way, dang it. On his feet, he wears dress shoes which really don’t suit someone about to embark on a journey, but he saved up for a long time to get them, so in no way could he have left them back home.
Personality: Probably the first thing you need to know about Emil is that he’s very ambitious. He says it’s because of his family, that he loves them dearly despite their faults, and since all of them have placed their trust in him, how could he not do his best? How could he settle for second place? But, even though he isn’t quite willing to admit it nor does he fully realize it, he doesn’t strive to be famous solely because of his family. No, he mainly does it for himself. He wants fame. Having lived his whole life surrounded by lazy do-nothings, he has over the years grown a strong determination not to wind up like them. He wants to be something more, and can't stand lazy people.
Emil is serious when it comes to competitions of any kind and he’s very competitive. If he sees someone being good at something, he’s quick to declare them as his rival - maybe not out aloud in fear of embarrassing himself, but at least in his mind. He tends to boast a lot and can appear rather arrogant at times, but that’s just because he doesn’t want others to see how insecure he really is. That, and sometimes he needs to convince himself as much as he has to everyone else. Still, he tries not to be rude and isn’t looking to start meaningless fights. He isn’t the chattiest person you can come across, but neither is he a complete loner. He will take part in a conversation if he finds it interesting, and might even initiate one if he thinks it’s useful. Although he isn’t uncomfortable in huge groups – his family was quite big after all, he still needs his alone time, especially when his confidence is plummeting. During such times, he just wants to lay down somewhere and think things through.
He is very prone to stress which can, among other things, affect his battle performance; he is a good strategist when given time, and provided with enough information beforehand he can come up with great strategies, but should something happen that he hasn’t calculated, something that messes up his plans, he’s quick to panic. Whenever stressed out or in panic, he gets extremely frustrated, and starts to blame anything and everything around him, including himself, of course. Losing is horrible to him, and causes much distress. It takes some time for him to get himself back in gear after something like that.
He likes Pokémon, but he views his future as a trainer more as a serious career choice than something to enjoy. He can be very strict to his Pokémon, and in the heat of battle forget about their feelings, but he doesn’t do it on purpose. The reason he’s journeying is simply to get access to more Pokémon and to get well known, not to gather any artifacts. He thinks the professor is out of his mind.
Despite maybe appearing somewhat distant and boisterous, deep down Emil is a somewhat of a scaredy-cat. Sudden noises cause him to jump and he fears the dark, so he always needs to have some source of light when sleeping. He tries to hide all of that if there are other people nearby, though. He’s also a clean-freak; he winces if he sees someone folding their clothes improperly or, God forbid, not folding them at all. Dirty hair and clothing disgust him, and make him want to keep a long distance between himself and the person guilty of such a crime. Needless to say, he also takes very good care of his own appearance.
He has, during his years, picked up various "girly" hobbies; he likes to clean and cook, and finds anything cute or pretty to his liking. Naturally he’d never show any of this either, however. It’s embarrassing for him, and even the mere thought of losing face in front of others causes him to fidget. Reputation is important to him. The way he talks is very formal, and due to that and his general demeanor, he might seem like a rich kid looking down on others, but he isn’t like that at all. He isn’t the friendliest person ever, but neither is he conceited nor mean. Should he manage to make a friend, he would do his best not to let them down, though that, too, would most likely be partly for selfish reasons.
History: Emil was born in a rather rural town somewhere close to Celestia. He was the youngest child, preceded by four sisters. Although Emil’s grandfather was an archeologist all the way to the day he passed, his parents were pretty poor, living only with the support of a few friendly relatives. His parents were, in a word, lazy, and Emil’s sisters were quickly growing up to follow in their parents’ footsteps as do-nothings. The entire family spent most of their time indoors playing with Pokémon, watching TV, reading, and, despite everything, dreaming of grandeur. But, the one to dream the most was young Emil. He’d watch shows about famous Pokémon trainers and other such people, eyes wide and hands clapped together in enthusiasm. He’d tell everyone how, one day, he’d be world famous as a trainer. And, at first, such boasts received but a hearty chuckle and a few pats over the head, before he was sent back to do housework with his sisters.
But Emil didn’t want his words to be forgotten. He’d go outside, he’d try to find people with Pokémon, and he’d get them to teach him the basics. How to use a Pokéball, how capturing worked… he spent more and more time away from home and in the houses of strangers. His parents weren’t happy with him sneaking out like that, so Emil thought that, as a gift, he could bring back home things he had learned. So he taught his sisters in an attempt to get them to do more too. It didn’t work and that let small Emil down, making him fade back to his normal life of cleaning and cooking.
That was until one of the neighbors, by a chance, happened to give a small compliment about him to his parents. It wasn’t anything major, they didn’t claim Emil to be a genius, but they still complimented his smarts and determination. The way anyone would when seeing a studious child. But to his parents, this was the first compliment their immediate family had received since the boy’s grandfather. It was something new. It was fame! And they liked it. So, they wanted more.
Emil’s parents sold many things, gave up a lot to fund their son’s school. And not any regular school, either. He’d move out of the rural town with his parents to the outskirts of Celestia and go to school there. Emil was still a kid, not even ten years of age, being forced to rise up to the standards set by the new harsh environment. But his parents trusted him, and he felt great. Felt like he stood a chance at life. A chance to be something. He’d always hated the life they led, how useless it all had seemed to be. But now he could be something more. He studied very diligently, and quickly took to the better lifestyle he had in the city. He took a liking to expensive things, and especially cleanliness was something he much appreciated. It wasn’t like his home had been a garbage dump, but six lazy people under the same roof, never opening the door to see the sun outside wasn’t… exactly healthy, either.
So when Emil finally returned home at the age of ten, he started to make some changes. His old house, as mean as it might sound, disgusted him. He kicked his family outside while he cleaned, and insisted that they’d wear something finer, too. He’d sew the clothes if money was the issue!
He spent a year back home, surrounded by books about various career choices his parents were trying to get him into. There was the path of becoming a Pokémon professor, an officer, a lawyer a doctor, a nurse for Pokémon centers… The job of a lawyer or a doctor in particular was something his parents ushered him to pursue, but he just couldn’t agree. He had always wanted to be a trainer ever since young, and he did not want to give up on that dream. No, he wanted to become a famous trainer. He wanted a job where he could show off his strategic skill and do battle. Besides, a doctor’s job was a dirty one, and he couldn’t stand seeing blood. It was icky.
So a trainer he wanted to be. But it wasn’t that easy to become a trainer when you were poor and had no money to fund your travels or your trainer’s license and Pokémon with, so for the longest time his dream was just that; a dream.
And then Professor Quercus send the family a letter asking for a favor. He was a crazy man with crazy ramblings, but what he promised in exchange for traveling around the world looking for artifacts that probably didn’t exist got the young boy convinced in second; he promised a Pokémon. A free one. He could get a Pokémon and travel! See the world, battle, acquire more Pokémon, become famous!
Emil was out of the door before his parents could even finish reading the letter.
Pokemon SU
Starter: Piplup
Nickname: Overture
Gender: Male
Personality: Almost completely the opposite from his trainer, Overture is a jolly little penguin with energy to spare and pranks to play wherever he goes. He’s a little ball of endless enthusiasm, and making him stop chirping once he decided he has something to say is an endless task. He doesn’t like to take things seriously, and to him play always comes before work. He doesn’t care about battles that much either; if Overture could have things go his way, all of his days would be comprised of nothing but playing relaxing, eating and sleeping until nightfall – and sometimes after that. He’s a notorious sleepwalker and his already low sense of self-perseverance is even more minimal when asleep. Emil thinks of the Pokémon as an annoying brat that needs to be tamed and honed into a fine battler, Overture thinks of his trainer as a stuck-up human who needs to learn to loosen up. Unfortunately the one thing the both of them do share is pride, and neither is willing to admit they’re wrong.
Distinct Features: His “cape” is a bit longer from the front than usual, falling down to cover the “buttons” present on his belly. He also has more bluish eyes and is a darker shade in color than usual. This has led some to question whether or not the Piplup’s shiny, which in turn has made Emil launch into a lecture on how a shiny Piplup is turquoise, not dark blue.
Also, middle of the night (and a bit past) so there might be some typos somewhere and shiz. I tried to kill 'em all but y'know.
Anyway.
Name: Emil Shields
Nickname: None he’d approve of
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Team: You can choose, man. Stick me somewhere good.
Location: Random rundown house somewhere on the edge of town.
Appearance: Falling a few inches short from five feet, Emil isn’t at all a tall boy. He doesn’t have any muscle to speak of either, and his facial features are still very childish and somewhat feminine; he has a small nose and somewhat round cheeks as well as fair skin. Combine all that with his height and it’s not a wonder why he often gets mistaken for a twelve-year old or so, a fact he despises a lot. Emil’s eyes are bronze brown in color and often carry a very serious, no-nonsense look. They’re also the only part of his face that actually seem to belong to someone older than he is; yeah, they’re big like a kid’s, but damn is his gaze always coldly professional like a businessman’s.
Emil has short auburn hair which is always combed back neatly, sometimes held there with the help of a flower-decorated bandanna. Admittedly, both its color and decorations are somewhat girlish, but he doesn’t really care; it was a gift from his family and helps him remember his goals, so who cares if it’s not decorated with something "cool". From the back, Emil’s hair is even shorter than from the front, falling neatly against the back of his neck in a v-shape. He works really hard to keep his hair neat and silky, as he believes that hair alone says a lot about a person, and so you’ll always find his well taken care of and smooth. Feel free to admire it, but refrain from petting him; he hates it with a passion.
For clothing, Emil wears a pink dress shirt which he always keeps buttoned all the way up, as he believes he has to look professional and neat at all times and open buttons are one of the biggest signs of laziness there is. He has a tie to match his shirt, and he tends to yank and fiddle with it whenever nervous. It’s purple and has, surprise, surprise, more flower patterns. Surprisingly, although Emil firmly believes in looking formal, he has never quite gotten used to wearing his tie tightly, so it hangs somewhat loosely most of the time. Over the shirt, he wears a dark red overcoat which reaches slightly past his waist. It’s not exactly a dress jacket, and is much more informal than the rest of his clothing. But it still looks nice and is warm.
Held up with a belt Emil wears flared black jeans, which are a size too big as far as length goes. As a result, he often has to fold them from one part or the other, which is something he really doesn’t like doing. He’ll end up ruining the fabric that way, dang it. On his feet, he wears dress shoes which really don’t suit someone about to embark on a journey, but he saved up for a long time to get them, so in no way could he have left them back home.
Personality: Probably the first thing you need to know about Emil is that he’s very ambitious. He says it’s because of his family, that he loves them dearly despite their faults, and since all of them have placed their trust in him, how could he not do his best? How could he settle for second place? But, even though he isn’t quite willing to admit it nor does he fully realize it, he doesn’t strive to be famous solely because of his family. No, he mainly does it for himself. He wants fame. Having lived his whole life surrounded by lazy do-nothings, he has over the years grown a strong determination not to wind up like them. He wants to be something more, and can't stand lazy people.
Emil is serious when it comes to competitions of any kind and he’s very competitive. If he sees someone being good at something, he’s quick to declare them as his rival - maybe not out aloud in fear of embarrassing himself, but at least in his mind. He tends to boast a lot and can appear rather arrogant at times, but that’s just because he doesn’t want others to see how insecure he really is. That, and sometimes he needs to convince himself as much as he has to everyone else. Still, he tries not to be rude and isn’t looking to start meaningless fights. He isn’t the chattiest person you can come across, but neither is he a complete loner. He will take part in a conversation if he finds it interesting, and might even initiate one if he thinks it’s useful. Although he isn’t uncomfortable in huge groups – his family was quite big after all, he still needs his alone time, especially when his confidence is plummeting. During such times, he just wants to lay down somewhere and think things through.
He is very prone to stress which can, among other things, affect his battle performance; he is a good strategist when given time, and provided with enough information beforehand he can come up with great strategies, but should something happen that he hasn’t calculated, something that messes up his plans, he’s quick to panic. Whenever stressed out or in panic, he gets extremely frustrated, and starts to blame anything and everything around him, including himself, of course. Losing is horrible to him, and causes much distress. It takes some time for him to get himself back in gear after something like that.
He likes Pokémon, but he views his future as a trainer more as a serious career choice than something to enjoy. He can be very strict to his Pokémon, and in the heat of battle forget about their feelings, but he doesn’t do it on purpose. The reason he’s journeying is simply to get access to more Pokémon and to get well known, not to gather any artifacts. He thinks the professor is out of his mind.
Despite maybe appearing somewhat distant and boisterous, deep down Emil is a somewhat of a scaredy-cat. Sudden noises cause him to jump and he fears the dark, so he always needs to have some source of light when sleeping. He tries to hide all of that if there are other people nearby, though. He’s also a clean-freak; he winces if he sees someone folding their clothes improperly or, God forbid, not folding them at all. Dirty hair and clothing disgust him, and make him want to keep a long distance between himself and the person guilty of such a crime. Needless to say, he also takes very good care of his own appearance.
He has, during his years, picked up various "girly" hobbies; he likes to clean and cook, and finds anything cute or pretty to his liking. Naturally he’d never show any of this either, however. It’s embarrassing for him, and even the mere thought of losing face in front of others causes him to fidget. Reputation is important to him. The way he talks is very formal, and due to that and his general demeanor, he might seem like a rich kid looking down on others, but he isn’t like that at all. He isn’t the friendliest person ever, but neither is he conceited nor mean. Should he manage to make a friend, he would do his best not to let them down, though that, too, would most likely be partly for selfish reasons.
History: Emil was born in a rather rural town somewhere close to Celestia. He was the youngest child, preceded by four sisters. Although Emil’s grandfather was an archeologist all the way to the day he passed, his parents were pretty poor, living only with the support of a few friendly relatives. His parents were, in a word, lazy, and Emil’s sisters were quickly growing up to follow in their parents’ footsteps as do-nothings. The entire family spent most of their time indoors playing with Pokémon, watching TV, reading, and, despite everything, dreaming of grandeur. But, the one to dream the most was young Emil. He’d watch shows about famous Pokémon trainers and other such people, eyes wide and hands clapped together in enthusiasm. He’d tell everyone how, one day, he’d be world famous as a trainer. And, at first, such boasts received but a hearty chuckle and a few pats over the head, before he was sent back to do housework with his sisters.
But Emil didn’t want his words to be forgotten. He’d go outside, he’d try to find people with Pokémon, and he’d get them to teach him the basics. How to use a Pokéball, how capturing worked… he spent more and more time away from home and in the houses of strangers. His parents weren’t happy with him sneaking out like that, so Emil thought that, as a gift, he could bring back home things he had learned. So he taught his sisters in an attempt to get them to do more too. It didn’t work and that let small Emil down, making him fade back to his normal life of cleaning and cooking.
That was until one of the neighbors, by a chance, happened to give a small compliment about him to his parents. It wasn’t anything major, they didn’t claim Emil to be a genius, but they still complimented his smarts and determination. The way anyone would when seeing a studious child. But to his parents, this was the first compliment their immediate family had received since the boy’s grandfather. It was something new. It was fame! And they liked it. So, they wanted more.
Emil’s parents sold many things, gave up a lot to fund their son’s school. And not any regular school, either. He’d move out of the rural town with his parents to the outskirts of Celestia and go to school there. Emil was still a kid, not even ten years of age, being forced to rise up to the standards set by the new harsh environment. But his parents trusted him, and he felt great. Felt like he stood a chance at life. A chance to be something. He’d always hated the life they led, how useless it all had seemed to be. But now he could be something more. He studied very diligently, and quickly took to the better lifestyle he had in the city. He took a liking to expensive things, and especially cleanliness was something he much appreciated. It wasn’t like his home had been a garbage dump, but six lazy people under the same roof, never opening the door to see the sun outside wasn’t… exactly healthy, either.
So when Emil finally returned home at the age of ten, he started to make some changes. His old house, as mean as it might sound, disgusted him. He kicked his family outside while he cleaned, and insisted that they’d wear something finer, too. He’d sew the clothes if money was the issue!
He spent a year back home, surrounded by books about various career choices his parents were trying to get him into. There was the path of becoming a Pokémon professor, an officer, a lawyer a doctor, a nurse for Pokémon centers… The job of a lawyer or a doctor in particular was something his parents ushered him to pursue, but he just couldn’t agree. He had always wanted to be a trainer ever since young, and he did not want to give up on that dream. No, he wanted to become a famous trainer. He wanted a job where he could show off his strategic skill and do battle. Besides, a doctor’s job was a dirty one, and he couldn’t stand seeing blood. It was icky.
So a trainer he wanted to be. But it wasn’t that easy to become a trainer when you were poor and had no money to fund your travels or your trainer’s license and Pokémon with, so for the longest time his dream was just that; a dream.
And then Professor Quercus send the family a letter asking for a favor. He was a crazy man with crazy ramblings, but what he promised in exchange for traveling around the world looking for artifacts that probably didn’t exist got the young boy convinced in second; he promised a Pokémon. A free one. He could get a Pokémon and travel! See the world, battle, acquire more Pokémon, become famous!
Emil was out of the door before his parents could even finish reading the letter.
Pokemon SU
Starter: Piplup
Nickname: Overture
Gender: Male
Personality: Almost completely the opposite from his trainer, Overture is a jolly little penguin with energy to spare and pranks to play wherever he goes. He’s a little ball of endless enthusiasm, and making him stop chirping once he decided he has something to say is an endless task. He doesn’t like to take things seriously, and to him play always comes before work. He doesn’t care about battles that much either; if Overture could have things go his way, all of his days would be comprised of nothing but playing relaxing, eating and sleeping until nightfall – and sometimes after that. He’s a notorious sleepwalker and his already low sense of self-perseverance is even more minimal when asleep. Emil thinks of the Pokémon as an annoying brat that needs to be tamed and honed into a fine battler, Overture thinks of his trainer as a stuck-up human who needs to learn to loosen up. Unfortunately the one thing the both of them do share is pride, and neither is willing to admit they’re wrong.
Distinct Features: His “cape” is a bit longer from the front than usual, falling down to cover the “buttons” present on his belly. He also has more bluish eyes and is a darker shade in color than usual. This has led some to question whether or not the Piplup’s shiny, which in turn has made Emil launch into a lecture on how a shiny Piplup is turquoise, not dark blue.
