NAME: Donald Greystaver
GENDER: Male
AGE: Well, his last cake had
two candles, though they were kinda shaped in a 2 and a 4, in that order. Sorta cheating, really.
APPEARANCE: Not one to be outdone by others, Donald’s made sure to keep his figure trim, if not model-worthy. …Though his pale skin isn’t going to fool anybody into thinking this guy goes outside even daily. His face is often painted with a persistent knowing/sadistic grin, of things only he knows or remembers. This feature often overshadows the hazel eyes, trim black hair and diminutive nose that consist of the rest of his face. At least, until he loses his oft-lost patience. Then they are
completely ignorable in front of a slasher style frown that looks as sincere as you could wish. On a side note, he's never been able to grow a beard.
As mentioned, he's got a slim figure, helped along by being juuust above average height. Some'd call it scrawny, but he's not inclined to care to that extent. What he does care about is his looks in that night-camo uniform, which he could scarcely be happier in. That sleek midnight sheen of his new bulletproof vest, boots and pants just
begs to be displayed for the world to want to make out with. Why, he looks like Sho freakin' Minamimoto (well, so he thinks)! Shame the gas mask has to throw the look off... Well, he still looks snazzy in that minimalist kinda way, providing a rare view of awe for the blubbering masses. Underneath that vest he’s got his usual Space Invaders T-Shirt on, and underneath those pants he’s got his lucky undies on. Pray you don't see them. They've been worn well past their days.
He's also wearing an-also black backpack purchased especially for the occasion, a belt with his swords, and, for night espionage, a ninja mask to destroy all chance of detection before they get their heads chopped off.
PERSONALITY: Obsessed with his otaku toys, in a nutshell. He has the tendency to pack references to the most obscure crap in every waking sentence (as well as the occasional sleeping one), expecting everyone him to “get” it, and having a very low tolerance of those who don’t (most everybody). He also has a tendency to subconsciously hum/doot doo/burst into song his favorite music when he gets bored.
That being said, he hates being bored. Hates it, hates it, hates it. A lifetime of gaming has not left him with a high tolerance for it. Yeah, his sadistic imagination can usually keep him entertained, but should you bore him, or cease to appease his expectations, he will not hesitate to walk out on you. Nor should you expect him to remember your name. On the other hand, anything he gets interested in- he’s downright absorbed in it, and will most likely will himself to be awesome at it… But first you have to get him interested. Difficult. You’re not gonna see him become proficient at something like knot tying unless he can be convinced it’s awesome. He did almost become a lawyer on Ace Attorney’s influence- but he opted to scream “OBJECTION” over and over rather than actually listening out to his practice clients’ woes.
Stuff that ends up interesting for him tends to be about information- facts, rumors, trivia. Stuff that makes him smarter, superior in the eyes of others, or at least in his own little world. That makes him feel for cultured, more experienced than the mindless drones around his person… Yeah, he doesn’t get along with other people too well. Ironically, the feeling of superiority he gets from being better often leads to the cockiness which brings his downfall.
HISTORY: One of the very few “mainstream” things he was ever into was Pokemon Battling- was very good at it, in fact, garnering quite a bit of attention in hometown of Driftveil, and later other parts of Unova. Not just because of his skill, but for his unorthodox methods, which, to himself, proved he was the better skilled player. Anybody could use a Bulk Up Conkeldurr, he opted for Dragon-Dancing Scrafty. And rather than an Excadrill, he went for the far less known Durant. The only reason he owns an Eevee (who didn’t come along) is because it’s cute. Yet he won, and continues to win. That’s why he was offered the job.
His geekiness began in the form of a Dreamcast- an honest birthday present courtesy of his father, unaware of the beast he’d unleashed. Little Donald devoured the games available, though hungry for more. As Sega dwindled to its present third-party status, he got this chance to purchase Nintendo and Sony consoles. So he dragged his soul into becoming a subscriber to their many franchises, in bondage forever to their next shiny new thing.
His pride and need to be best probably comes from a memorable moment in Fourth Grade- when the referee declared, after announcing the winners of the local Pokemon tourny: "Second place is the first loser." It was an attempt at consolation; to at least make Donald (in a slightly shell-shocked state from the unexpected loss) feel as though he had come close to winning. Not so. Not so. It instilled in him a passion, nay, a
vengeance to be the very best, so that no one else would ever be. He never was quite the same after that day.
He came out for funding to his geeky desires- fifty million dollars should just about set him up for life. …And because, in the rush of evacuation, he forgot his legimate copy of freakin’ Earthbound and is less than willing to just buy another one when he can get his back quicker and have a kick-awesome adventure simultaneously and fifty million and quite possibly psychic powers. No contest, really. He just showed up a bit later because he kept stalling on weapon decisions.
EQUIPMENT AND WEAPONS: Well, he couldn’t decide just several, so he ended up adding several bazookas, pistols, katanas, wooden katanas, and nunchucks into his overly full backpack. He'll end up dropping all but three before the third post, I assure you. And, he's still learning his way around them, try as he might to be awesome at them.
As equipment goes, he’s got his iRectangle, for jams and communications and Angry Birds, a spare pair of shoes, and rations (skittles and red cream soda and a water filter).
SKILLZ: Not to be outdone, Donald has studied up on several survivalists' guidebooks on how to go about living in the wilderness- while even a gassed Unova is not quite that, it's certainly handy. Also, he possesses a certain amount of genre savviness (example: investigate the glowy stuff) from all those ridiculous video games he’s been playing… But not enough for me to prevent him from majorly screwing up from time to time.
HITS: The Internet, the color blue, his Pokemon, obscure video games and their ilk, most anything awesome that gives that addictive “rush”.
MISSES: Chinese Chicken Salad, people who outdo him, boredom, tight pants.
THEME SONG: Kingdom Hearts 3D: Dream Drop Distance OST - 03. TWISTER -KINGDOM MIX- . He also likes candy canes.
OTHER: Uh... No, I think that's it.
Pokemon:
NAME: Badnik (after the old-fashioned Sonic enemies)
SPECIES: Durant
GENDER: Female
PERSONALITY/HISTORY: Donald’s starter, met when he was nine. Met on a scenic, graphic tour of Victory Road wherein a load of Heatmor and Durant decided to have one of their territory disputes, and the tour guide and several parents took self-defensive action. After the carnage, a scant few on each side remained- Donald chucked a Poke Ball at one, and the rest is history. With its tendency to hustle and raw power, they tore up the competition pretty good, and cemented Donald’s tendency to utilize as much raw offense as possible. Indeed, Durant’s Leeroy Jenkins-esqe disposition has affected Donald’s battle strategy’s quite a bit, making them more of a Hyper Offense style ordeal.
NAME: Beat
SPECIES: Scrafty
GENDER: Male
PERSONALITY AND HISTORY: When but a lowly Scraggy, Beat (a homage to Jet Set Radio/The World Ends With You) enjoyed many a fangirl’s delighted squeals of cute. Then… He evolved. The “pants” no longer cute, the face no longer a pug’s rival, nobody bought it anymore… Except for Donald, who recognized his ability to Dragon Dance and turned it into awesome crowd-assembling carnage. Because of the regained fame it bought him, Beat is rather loyal to Donald, and he has a grip on one of Donald's extremely few feelings of respect.
NAME: Peach
SPECIES: Jellicent
GENDER: Female
PERSONALITY/HISTORY: After getting Scrafty and Durant, Donald found he was still hurting from Fire moves- so he got Peach. It happened one day on Route 4, during a particularly nasty sandstorm. He didn't see where he was going, fell into a bit of water, and Peach tried to eat him. Didn't work, with Beat having his back and whatnot. He just caught the jelly on a whim, only using it when he realized it could fix his fire vulnerability. And use Water Spout, which is usually what Peach ends up doing. Anyway, Peach is the slowest to anger of Donald's Pokemon, even though that's nothing terribly impressive. It still took all of three seconds for her to take action against Donald’s tuckus being in her pond. Nevertheless, if anybody's going to persuade Donald against doing something rash, it'll be Peach.
