Hope this isn't cliche...
Name: Delita Grayer
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Description: Delita stands at 5'0", an appropiate height for his age. He has somewhat long blonde hair and his bangs reach down to his chin. (Think anime-ish bangs) His hair on the back of his head is about the same length of his bangs and his face is rather handsome, with big green eyes, and eyes and mouth that are about average sized. His eyes show the glare of an unwelcoming businessman and his grin is sinister. He is somewhat muscular and has little to none excess fat. His most common attire is a shortsleeve red vest over a long sleeve black shirt, with black track pants that have orange stripes on them and designer brand running shoes.
Personality: Delita is unafraid to use people for his own personal gain. Bribing is a common act of his, though he thinks of it as a "financial tactic". He'll decieve people for money and success and he is somewhat antisocial. Most of the time he keeps to himself and is afraid to open up to people because he's never had a real friend. He thinks of life as a huge company, and in order to become successful you must buy as many shares as you can, stepping on as many people as you need to to do it. Though it doesn't seem like it, Delita is actually jealous of his peers. When it comes to Pokemon, Delita will treat them slightly better than he does people because he's aware that they won't obey him if he is aggresive. He used to like Pokemon because he thought they were fascinating, but now he likes them because the thought of a slave stirs his mind.
History: Born into a very very wealthy family in Saffron, Delita's parents worked for Silph Co. and made a lot of money. Delita was an 'accident' (His father didn't mean for his mother to get pregnant, in other words) and being unwanted by both of his parents, they sent him to another mansion they owned in Celadon. He was a cheerful, happy boy with lots of friends in school, but had alwayd wondered about his parents. Because of his parents' jobs at Silph and their knowledge of Pokemon, Delita had always been interested in the fascinating creatures as well, though he kept it a secret. He lived there in the mansion with nobody but butlers with no personality and chefs who hated their job. His parents paid for all of the people who took care of Delita to do what they did, and Delita had lived a normal life as a normal boy (Other than being incredibly rich) until he was 8. On his eighth birthday, he had gone to visit his parents back in Saffron. He had never met them before and expected to meet the most apoligizing and kind hearted adults he had ever seen, but what he saw much different. His mother wouldn't even look at him, calling him names as his father punished him for not acting maturely. His father disciplined him, and then brainwashed him, teaching him about business and if how he were to ever succeed in life he'd have to grow up and start using business tactics. After that one day, Delita was in tears, sulking everyday and not coming to school. After a week or so, something snapped, and his father's brainwashing had got to him.
He had turned into the deceitful boy he was now- or, the reflection of his father.
He had never seen his parents since, but Delita began to buy shares of companies online under a false identity, practicing and practicing how to take over companies until he got it. Then, 4 years later, he recieved a flyer about the Pokemon Battle Academy. His interest in the creatures sparked again, and he decided to request acceptance into the school. Figuring he might not get accepted, he did a little "altering" to his records in school and business.
Pokemon: Mawile Level 5.
Other: Took Trainer's path.
RPG Sample:
1:
"Alright, Flareon! Let's get them with a Flamethrower attack!" the boy yelled, making an aggresive gesture with his hand. The three on three battle had been going on for a while now, and both trainers were using their last Pokemon. As soon as the red canine shot the blazing pillar of fire out of it's mouth, the girl on the other side of the field screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Zangoose, Double Team, and let's make it quick!" She too made a gesture, moving her fist up into the sky as if she had already won. The white and red creature braced itself as a huge blur went through Flareon's eyes and it made replicas of itself. There were now about 9 Zangooses, minus the one that had just been mauled by a Flamethrower. "Now Zangoose, Slash!"
Each Zangoose jumped into the air and charged at Flareon from above. The canine wasn't sure what to hit, and the boy hesitated. "...gr...Flareon, use Iron Tail in a 360 degrees motion!" And so it did. Flareon's tailed began to glow and it spun around in a circle, making the clones fade away and smacking the red and white goose fox thingy Pokemon into the air, but it landed on it's feet.
"Zangoose, Brick Break!" the girl yelled. Zangoose ran towards the red hot canine, lifting up it's arm and then smacking it in the head with a powerful thrust. Flareon screamed, backing away as the strike took it's effect. Flareon's head hurt and it was spinning in circles. "Let's get 'em with a Fury Swipes attack, Zangoose!"
Zangoose charged at the once distant Flareon, starting to claw at it in a flurry of slashes, leaving small marks on Flareon's forehead. "Let's end this with Metal Claw!"
Zangoose's claws glowed, turning into a bright white tint, and it thrust it's hands toward Flareon for the finishing blow. The boy's eyes widened and he called to his Pokemon in desperation.
"Flareon, Overheat!"
A huge burst of flames flew out of Flareon's mouth, consuming Zangoose as it cried out to it's trainer, asking for help in it's own language. It was too much for the critter, and it was pushed back to the stadium wall where the unwelcoming cement hurt Zangoose on contact. By the time the attack was done, Zangoose was the colour of charcoal and it's body had been nearly stuck into the newly cracking wall. It was unconcious, to put it simply, and it's trainer cried out loud, allowing the heavens to hear her. "I couldn't have lost again...I just couldn't have!"
The referee rose a red flag which pointed to the male trainer who was congratulating his canine Pokemon. The Zangoose didn't look like it would get up anytime soon so he shrugged, continuing to hold up the red flag.
"Zangoose is unable to battle- Flareon wins!"
2:
Voices echoed all over the Battle Academy formal banquet, and within the huge hall were both freshmen and experienced trainers. Delita, unimpressed, began to walk around looking for trainers with good Pokemon. He spotted a confident looking boy, most likely someone who was in their second or third year. He was petting his Burnboo, a magnificient sight to behold- Delita grinned and headed towards the boy. "Nice Buuburn," he commented.
"Yeah," the boy said smiling. "Magby was my starter. At first I wasn't happy with it, but in the end I was really happy with Magby. This is my fourth year here, and it's evolved into Buuburn, my best Pokemon. We've been together through thick and thin and we're best friends." He looked at his Buuburn who was smiling back at him while he patted it on the shoulder.
Delita reached for his pocket. "What level would you say it's at?" he said anxiously. The grin on his face was extremely sinister and his hand was shaking with excitement.
"Hm...maybe around 60 or 70." the boy said, holding his chin, using math to calculate Buuburn's current experience points and it's total experience points. "Why?"
"So...it's pretty powerful, huh?" Delita said, his eyes widening. His hand dove into his pocket, reaching for a bundle of cash. The thought of such a powerful Pokemon is his first year- absolute delight filled his mind. He would conquer every last freshman in the school with that Buuburn. He'll crack and give in, just like every other businessman whose company I've taken over.
"...yeah..." the boy said nervously. I wonder what this guy wants... he thought.
"...how much money would you require to let go of him?" Delita said, finally pulling the huge bundle of cash out of his pocket. "Name your price, pal."
"Are you...BRIBING me?" the boy asked.
"What does it look like? Now how much do you want to let go of that Buuburn and give him to me?"
"You're nuts! I'd never give up Buuburn." The boy said, his face becoming angry. Buuburn's mouth were filled with flames and it was glaring at Delita the same way as it's trainer. "Now get out of my sight!"
Delita frowned and walked away. Tch. I'll find a better Pokemon...one that hasn't been brainwashed by such a nut.
3:
Delita entered the dorm room which would be his home for the next twelve months. It was dissapointing- his living standards were much higher than this, considering he lived in a huge mansion. This tiny room wasn't even the size of his bathtub, which was actually more like a swimming pool.
He looked around. There was a large wooden cupboard to the left edge of the room, which seemed to parallel the desk, which was also wooden, on the right edge of the room. They were somewhat worn out and next to the desk was a small chair. The desk itself had six drawers, three on both its left and right sides. There was a small lamp in the little corner of the desk and it was plugged into the wall. The wall itself was white- just plain white. There was a bed at the end of his room, and it was small, having nothing on it but a bedsheet. He walked up to the bed and felt it- it was somewhat rough, but it would do. Upon further inspection, he noticed the vent right next to the bed, and decided he could use that to dry his shoes when they were wet or dirty.
He continued his inspection, this time focusing on the cupboard. He wanted to see how much stuff he could fit into it. He opened up the two big drawers at the top, and the four little drawers at the bottom. It was all empty, and rather clean. He would be able to fit most of his stuff in there.
He then looked at the door which lead to the washroom that connected the dorm room with whoever his roommate was' dorm. He opened it up and sighed in grief, noticing how horrendously small the washroom was. The shower was rather long, but skinny, and the sink was small with rust in it. Somebody had left a brown present in the toilet, and Delita was too disgusted to flush it, so he left the washroom, and then the dorm, looking for his room mate.
