You're right, I am quite soft in regards to accepting bios, but the reason for that is fairly simple. From looking at other RPs, I have generally found that the people with the shorter sign ups are generally the people who actaully remain active. It's weird, you'd think I'd take quality over activity, but I don't really. Of course, I'd love for people to have both quality and activity, but it seems that the people that are most likely to stay through to the ends are the ones who manage to get out their posts in time, regardless of quality. Of course, anything under my or the RP forums expectations will not be tolerated. Simple as.Before I post my SU, a few posts have come to mind...
Oi, oi. Handy's definitely stepped it up, but I don't think he's critical enough to make it harder than me. Although I respect his opinion, several SUs probably would not have made it in so far if I was running this RPG (which I will not name for obvious reasons).
I'll accept it. The personality is slightly short for my liking, but it's still within my limit, so you're fine. I'd suggest you join after this update, as I've left it far too late due to personal reasons so I have to really start it now. So, just find a way to join after this update; it shouldn't be too hard.TBG said:Name: Hermit (I figure he'll eventually reveal his old name in the RPG, so we'll leave it at this for now)
Hometown/Area: Fovia (originally Rolin City)
Chosen Pokemon: Onix
Appearance: Hermit is short. He isn't a "little-person" persay, but everyone he meets, male and female, always seem to have this annoying habit of being taller than he is. He has short, straight hair, and a pair of blue eyes that glow a bright brown when he looses control of his powers. His build is quite square and muscular, but often is not visible under a long black traveler's cloak that he wears whenever he is not training. The cloak has both a hood, pulled over his eyes, and sleeves, which are long and reach down to the arms. The edges are lined with a dark golden color that is decorated with runes. The hands are covered by brown gloves, and have the symbol of Bonsai (a Bonsai tree inside a golden runed circle) on the back.
Moving right along, the cloak covers a black muscle shirt that Hermit enjoys due to the comfort and flexibility it grants him. His pants are also black, kung-fu pants (think sweat pants) to be exact, and they are held up by a series of leather straps that function as a belt. He wears no socks, but does wear a pair of geta sandals (wooden japanese style) when he must wear shoes. Otherwise, he goes barefoot, and his thick-soled feet keep sharp stones and sticks from harming him. A circular bag is held off his back, perched horizontally behind his waist, that he uses to carry what few possessions he owns. All of his clothes are usually sweaty and/or dirty, probably due to the fact that he often spends days training on end.
Personality: As can be assumed from his name, Hermit does not enjoy the company of others, and when possible, will go to great lengths to get away from crowds or large groups, and he is especially uncomfortable in cities. This may be due to the fact that in his childhood, and for most of his life, the approach of a large group was a sign of soon-to-come pain. He is only willing to join the group due to his orders from his Master, Bonsai. As of now, the only people he truly trusts are Bonsai, his two students, Ken and Jolanda, and Buxley (see History), the latter of the two he has not seen in ages.
Despite being a martial artist, a victim, and a Ground-Type with difficult-to-control powers, Hermit is a pacifist. He despises violence and death, and that refers to even the little things too. It is not uncommon for him to push someone over to keep them from stepping on a patch of flowers. Although he will not admit it out loud, Hermit loves children, and they love him, but he tries to keep them away for fear that his great strength and wild powers might hurt them. He is very quiet, and speaks not often, preferring to use his actions rather than his words if possible. This can come as a great length of frustration to some people, especially those who are always talking.
History: At a young age, Hermit had a different name than he does now. A name long forgotten beneath the rubble of his past. He had originally grown up in Rolin City, completely oblivious to his powers. A happy child planning to become a great builder someday, and create a big tower from which he can pierce the heavens. As most people in Rolin City were, Hermit was completely oblivious to his connection with an Onix somewhere in the world. If he had known, perhaps he wouldn't have been picked on so much. Being a short guy, Hermit had become the butt of his classmates' jokes, the most common one being "he must want to build such a tower so he can reach the top shelf!". Needless to say, this was rather annoying.
It didn't take too long to breach his patience. One day at lunch, when he was about the age of 17, a group of his tormentors surrounded him. They started with the usual jeering and teasing. This then continued to the pushing and the shoving, and the stealing of the lunch. Eventually, it turned downright violent. As he stood up, one more time, he ignored his bleeding forehead, the result of a rock that had been thrown, and raised his arm. As his thumb and pointed finger aimed upwards, he shouted; "I won't give up anymore! These are the hands that will pierce the heavens!"
With his great cry, the earth below began to rumble and shake. The bullies stepped back as Hermit's eyes lit up with a bright golden light, and the street around him shattered like paper mache. 6 pillars of earth surrounded his body in a circle, startling everyone, but in a few seconds, he recieved a heavy blow to the back of the head, knocking him unconsious. The city's head knight, Sir Nathaniel Buxley, had appeared on the scene and quickly delivered a blow to the back of Hermit's head. By the time Hermit awoke, he was outside the city. Buxley explained what had happened, and how he had shouted at the boys to force them to retreat. Everyone knew how powerful Buxley was, so it was only natural they had run. He went on to tell Hermit the truth about his powers, and that there was no longer any chance at living in the city he knew. Then, the knight provided the newly abandoned child with a small pack and directions. "Go west, young man" he said. "There is no more here for you."
The armored man vanished as Hermit turned and headed down the indicated road. It was a fairly gentle journey, thankfully, and he ended up in a deep forest. It ran nearby a large mountain, the size of which comforted Hermit, but also made him remember his dream, something that could never occur. Without building materials, he could never build such a monstorous creation. At least the forest was peaceful.
Well, it had been, until Hermit heard a loud pair of screams. Two young children clung to each other by the side of a mountain cliff. A large boulder had fallen from above, probably knocked off by a large Pokemon. In an instant, he ran and stood over the kids, shielding them with his body for all the good it might do, and waited for impact. It came, but not as heavy as he thought. On second thought, make that very heavy, since it took all his strength to keep the boulder from falling. Both arms held tight, and the children stopped quivering long enough to see the man who had stopped the boulder. With a little grunting and groaning, as well as some effort, Hermit lifted the large boulder over his head and hucked it away before collapsing to his knees from exhaustion. The children thanked "Mr. Strong Guy", and asked if he was okay, when they all heard a little clapping noise. A tall man with a long beard and green robe was standing nearby, applauding almost laughingly at what he had just seen.
The old man introduced himself as Bonsai, one of the elders of Fovia, alongside his companions Oak, Elm, Ivy, Birch, and Rowan. He claimed to sense that there was a deep sadness inside him, and offered to take him into the village. Having nowhere to go, the offer was accepted. They entered a forest, where a city of sorts had taken form. There were the normal houses of stone and wood on the ground, but a number of homes were suspended in the trees, far away from the ground. Most notably, the center of the city held a giant tree, upon which perched a large building. Bonsai explained that this massive building is where the elders met each day to discuss the issues of the kingdom, as well as the world outside it.
In a few hours (and a long arguement between the elders), it was decided that Hermit would stay with Elder Bonsai until he could get his own place. A bit more debating, and they also decided that to teach him to control his wild powers, he would also be taught by Bonsai, based on him having the calmest personality. Training began the following day, and in a few weeks, Hermit was able to use his Ground-Type Powers to build himself a small house near the mountain side. His new master suggested he carve his name into it, so others would understand who lived there. The Ground-User decided he no longer needed his old name, and thought to choose a new one, something fitting for a loner who had even been kicked out of his own country. Hermit.
Since, he has been using his newfound powers to build houses of Earth and Stone in order to make a living. While out training on the mountain, he recieved a message from the Elders about some sort of mission to save the world. As Bonsai's disiple, he had been chosen to join the group. Although he had come to hate crowds, he knew that the elders were never wrong when they came to a concensus. He packed up his few belongings into a bag before heading out to the meeting...
Skills: Hermit is suprisingly good with children, and they even seem attracted to him. He is also very good at survival skills, such as building campfires and knowing which herbs and mushrooms are healthy and dangerous. He has had some training with Master Bonsai, and as a result, knows some martial arts.
Grave: Despite the devilish-sounding name, Grave is basically the ability to cause pillars of earth to pop out from the ground. In addition to jab the foe with a spike of stone, it can also be used to defend against most attacks (especially ranged attacks) that don't pack as much of a punch, or to trap someone in a circle of rock to trap or reduce movement. It can also be used to make things, such as seats or even small shelters. This is his main offensive attack. It's weakpoint is that the range is fairly small, and he cannot use it if he isn't making physical contact with the ground.
Super-Human Strength: Hermit's physical strength is incredible, surpassed only by fighting types. This allows him to lift heavy objects to fling at opponents, or attack foes with his powerful fists at close range. Since he is smarter than most fighting types, he can use his higher intellect to overcome the strength difference.
Tough Body: As a result of being linked to a rock/ground type, Hermit's skin and bones are incredibly thick, and resulting in him only feeling a slight twinge in a blow that would shatter a normal person's blows, allowing him to take a ton of punishment. However, it does not protect him against most special attacks, considering they usually are intending to burn, chill, etc. rather than deal physical damage. This is the only reason he can punch through even solid rock without hurting his hands.
Other: Don't call him names like shorty, short-stack, half-pint, or anything else along those lines. It'll tick him off.
RPG Sample: His muscles screamed in agony as his arms moved down to a 90 degree position. "Four-Hundred and Ninety-Three!" Hermit groaned, pushing himself back up before lowering back down and repeating. "Four-Hundred and Ninety-Four!" Sweat trickled down his forehead and onto the ground beneath, adding to the small puddle. However, 500 pushups with the boulder on his back was only a warm-up for the training routine he had prepared for. The plan was to stay for 3 months, then return to Bonsai with a new strength. However, he was worried he may have overestimated himself.
"Four-Hundred and Ninety-Five! Four Hundred and Ninety-Six!" His head was pounding now. His arms were at thier limit, but he couldn't stop now. He was so close! 497...498...499...
The short blonde-haired disciple nearly crushed himself with the boulder. The voice he had heard was Jolanda, a young, teenage girl whom he had saved with her twin brother, Ken, from a falling boulder about... was it 13 years now? He had ended up saving them so many times that he had eventually taught them martial arts to keep them safe, but it had only encouraged them to get in further trouble. A good 70% of the time he heard her voice, there was trouble she couldn't solve on her own, and had most likely caused. He pushed the boulder off his back, cursing his inability to finish, then stood up to greet his pupil as she ran over. It really annoyed him that she was an inch or so taller than him, but at least she still respected him.
"I have an urgent message from Elder Bonsai!" She handed him the letter she had carried. A little of Elder Bonsai's power still flowed through it, a result of such a powerful aura being used to seal it. He opened it with a small pressure of his own aura, then read. "What does it say?" she leaned over his shoulder in an attempt to see, but he almost playfully moved it away.
"A pilgrimage," Hermit nodded to her. "Mostly volunteers, but the elders wished for me to go as a disciple of thier number." He glanced up and looked at her. "Speaking of disciples, where is your brother? I know he's terrible with heights."
Jolanda opened her mouth to answer, but a soft voice over the edge of the cliff called "Help!"
Same old, same old.