DALTON ''PUT ON A HAPPY FACE;;
Jan 4, 2011 2:45:02 GMT -5
Post by Dalton Swift on Jan 4, 2011 2:45:02 GMT -5
The Player:
OOC Account: Feather
What do you wish to be called?: Your supreme overlord, Ma’am, whatever else you fancy.
Other Characters: Do you have any other characters? Aubre, and Enigma.
Basic Character Information:
Name: Dalton D. Swift
Nickname(s): D, Daredevil D, Dalty, or just plan Dalton.
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Allegiance: Anti-Pravus (former Ranger)
Occupation (Position) : Waiter
Species: Human
Physical Appearance :
Hair: Dalton’s hair is a very downy, very light, blond. That rather resembles the mane on an Arcanine. His hair is usually very wild, with a few pieces sticking out in random directions. It is nothing that can be fixed though, much to his mother’s frustaration. Even when it was cute to the point of militaristic, a few strands still banded together to annoy her. (See reference picture. That is what the link in physical appearance leads to).
Eye Color: Light Orange
Height: 5’ 11’’
Build: Lithe, and lanky. With a healthy covering of muscles, especially on his lower half. He’s fit enough, but by no means a body builder. He doubts he’ll ever be back to being able to jog the entire Pyrothia trail.
Skintone: Slightly tanned, with a few freckles.
Other Appearance Information:
Some people look like their dogs, Dalton rather resembles his Arcanine. Or did, before the fellow moved into the realm of Arceus. To further emphasize this, on his torso, just above his pants, he once had three sets of stripes tattooed. These are almost always covered up however, usually by rugged outdoorsy clothes. His clothes are usually found smudged with dirt, due to him liking to roll around in the dirt. They vary from thick vests, to sweaters, to rather tight tank tops, overlaid with a loose polo. At work he wears a tie (in silent rebellion his ties are usually covered in bright patterns), white dress shirt, and loose trousers. His shoes are also worn, and usually consist of heavy boots. But, worn and comfortable is the way he likes it.
Years of wrestling, and cuddling with, a giant hound, and leaping from clifftops lead to a few scars. A few cross his hands, which are callused and usually dry. One sits just beneath his hairline, resembling a horizontal crescent. A jagged one runs down one side, where the Rhydon that murdered his Arcanine left a permanent reminder. In order to combat this a small square picture frame hangs from his neck. Inside it, a young boy, with glittering eyes, has small hands wrapped around the neck of a Growlithe. The Growlithe appearing to be glued to the boy’s side, the picture turning blurry where his tail waved back and forth.
Eyes the color of an Arcanine’s fur, are almost always glittering with mischief, or happiness. The signs of a happy fellow continue to crow’s feet around his eyes, and tiny little wrinkles around his mouth.
Personality:
Likes:
- Invigorating exercise
- Nursery rhymes, and singalongs
- Sky-diving, spelunking, and anything considered an “extreme” sport.
- Little kids
- The feeling of adrenaline
- Looking at old photo-albums of him and Baha.
- Fruity drinks
- Disarming folks with happiness.
- Being without technology, or tether.
- Talking with pokemon.
- Anything that offers a mystery.
- The night sky
- Randomly speaking in police lingo.
- Comfortable, and worn things.
Dislikes:
- Pravus - They oppress pokemon, people, and helped lead to the ruin of the environment. The hatred partly stems from the fact that their war, and inability to leave the clones alone, led to the death of Baha.
- Peanut butter- He hates the way it sticks to the top of your mouth.
- Tense situations - They creep him out. He likes breaking tension.
- Too many rules - He understands that murder is wrong, and how to be a good person. Does Pravus really have to tell him when to pee as well?
- Profanity - Or at least, using it in excess. This is one reason while poor little Wannabe is usually seen burping up soap bubbles.
- Monotony - He would go nuts if he wasn’t allowed to jump off a pier once in a while.
- People mistreating pokemon - Growing up, thinking himself one, he dislikes anyone who treats them like animals. Especially when they are forced into ridiculous outfits.
- True Criminals - Especially those who get away with their crimes. Most of these being Pravus members.
- Being drunk- He can act like a moron without alcohol.
- Being forced into a fight - Why can’t the drunk idiots leave him to laugh at their stupidity?
- Being serious - When he has to do it, he feels a bit off kilter.
Strengths:
- Athletic
- Never - Say- Die Attitude
- Would be able to survive in the wilds
- Quite knowledgeable about pokemon
- Very easygoing
- Hard to anger
- Would make a decent detective
- Knows quite a few holds, and fighting moves.
Weaknesses:
- Foolhardy
- Blunt
- Is driven to odd things by boredom
- Is not very tactful
- Childish at times
- Easily angered by Pravus.
- Has a habit of breaking laws. In order to right, what he sees as wrong.
- Jumps to conclusions.
- Loud
Personality:
Dalton spent a few years of his life, a shell with little life. Just recording life as it passed, and mindlessly interacting. This was in stark contrast to the old him, who was always ahead of the tape, shouldering off responsibility in favor of fun, and recklessness. That man was gone. Replaced with one who would just stare at a wall, instead of moving to turn on the television.
Now that fellow is gone, and the man is almost back to his former carefree self. If you ignroe the occasional look of sadness in his eyes, or how sometimes the happiness is forced.
Dalton seems to always be smiling. Whether at a joke, something in his own mind, to break up tension, or just to throw the enemy off kilter. When not smiling, he is usually laughing, shaking his head, or making some silly face at some baby. Underneath that smile, and the usually corny jokes, he is secretly trying to avoid thinking of anything dark. This smile also pops up at the strangest times, such as when someone is crying. It is not that he does not care about their sadness. He just has thougt something that made him smile. Dealing with dark emotions is difficult for him, which is likely why death led to long term depression, and suicidal thoughts. It is also why he responds to odd situations with smiles, and out of place jokes. Dalton not only hates tension, and sadness, but silence. He will usually begin humming little songs, whistling under his breath, or murmuring to himself. When it is absolutely a requirement though, he can manage to keep his mouth shut, though his pokemon have a more difficult time with it.
Dalton is a daredevil, and a person willing to try most things at least once. He is not cowardly, to say the least. He has leapt from airplanes, and Charizards, walked inside unexplored caves, and dove in waters teeming with Sharpedo. This daring extends into other areas of life as well. He will gladly talk with a stranger, jump on a table and dance, or throw his opinion into a conversation that has nothing to do with him.
This man is also a bit childish. Most of his comebacks include, mimicking, imitating, raspberries, and rolled eyes. Though, a lot of this is also forced. When truly angry, and not annoyed, he does swear, and enjoy punching things. Pravus does lead him to this, as does watching pokemon (or children) being abused.
His strong sense of justice also leads to issues. He will also confront someone in a blunt manner, which might explain the black eye he sports every once in a while. Though, the other guy is usually sporting a very good bruise, or two themselves.
Dalton is superstitious as well. Though, he does not believe that black Meowths are bad luck, he refuses to step on a crack. He also deeply believes in ghosts (why else does he always wake up to things being moved around his apartment?). Though, his belief in myths and the undead being near, may just be his way of being close to his Arcanine.
He and his pokemon always have complex relationships. Dalton is a bit of a train station, and does not believe in forcing, or forcing pokemon to stay, in little balls of steel. Most of his life has been spent with pokemon he rescued, who healed, and moved on. Each time he does cry, and cling, like a baby. But soon enough a new friend moves in. Currently his Elekid is a teenage brat, who has a habit of throwing tantrums. His little Bellossom is a lot like daddy, with a nasty little temper. None of this he sees, or believes in, however. The newest acquisition, Tex, is usually the one grabbing Dalton to stop him from jumping into the nearest fountain, just to see how cold it is.
All his silliness aside, Dalton is not stupid. He just believes that there is nothing wrong witth a bit of immaturity. He has a rather sharp eye, sharp memory, and good sense of character. Though, the last really is never acted on. He has the habit of giving all, but the worst, the benefit of the doubt.
Except himself, why else did his Arcanine die? But. Now he’ll smile, the dog had encouraged it. No reason to disappoint his brother.
Background:
History:
Time for a quick little jog down memory lane eh? It all started in a sleep little town pinched between the Pyrothia mountains, and the woods. One with a small cottage or five, and a police chief. One who spent more time evaluating the town’s cooking contest, then catching criminals. It was quiet. A good place to be raised.
The boy and Baha (his Growlithe) happened to be born within hours of one another. While his mother toiled away in a hospital room, his family‘s female Arcanine was going through much the same torture. The result of all this pain was Dalton, and a single Growlithe. Dalton‘s parents, a determined little nurse, and a rather gruff policeman helped raise both. The female Arcanine could just as often be seen chasing after a baby in diapers, as a foolhardy runty pup. At the time when they could walk they got into everything, kitchen supplies, toilets, bathtubs, dangerous plants, and his mother's wardrobe. Which led Nothing was off limits in the house, and the pair turned the Arcanine's whiskers, and parent's hair gray.
When they matured it only became worse. The little adventures moving into the mountains nearby. This made for quite a few worried screams, and false police calls. What could always be said though, except for one or two fights, they were always together. The police usually showed up, only to find the boys already at home, being scolded. Dalton’s father, a small time police man, would always apologize. But late at night would talk in hushed amazement about the boys newest adventures.
They each had birthday parties, the little dog receiving as many presents as the wild child. The parents never had any other kids. Dalton alone was hard enough to keep under control, and Baha (named after his battle cry), served the same purpose.
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At the age of 16, he left school behind him. He had done fairly well, but did not want to spend a life cornered in by books and homework. With saddened farewell, he bade goodbye to all three of his parents . Dalton and Baha began their journey together, much more equals than trainer and pokemon. Throughout this journey a few pokemon joined them, including a Nidoran, a Sharpedo, and a Crobat. Dalton did not believe in holding pokemon against their wills, or in poke balls for that matter, so many of them left. For reasons such as love, friendship, migration, or better prospects. Him and Baha however were stuck together like glue. With the help of a few of their temporary companions, they managed to defeat a few gyms.
Teenager turned to young man, just as the Growlithe turned into an Arcanine. Throughout his journey, Dalton had begun to notice that some pokemon were treated like second class citizens. In one town they had kicked him out of a hotel, when Baha had settled himself on the bed. These injustices led him to join a little group yearning for equal rights for pokemon. This organization soon fell apart however, when many of its members moved on to jobs.
Which is where Dalton followed. At the Arcanine’s urging that journeying was over, he settled down in a small Nada citadel condo, and began to work toward joining the police force. He soon earned the uniform, but when Pravus began to mess with the force, ordering things that were obviously wrong. Dalton refused to complete many of his orders, and was removed. From police officer he moved on to becoming a member of the rangers, the original group that protected the land, and pokemon. The one that fell by the wayside after the war. The war that ruined everything.
The war, that tilted his world on its ass. The pair fought valiantly for their precinct, helping their companions battle against a group of determined clones. Somehow, it‘s rather fuzzy, the man and his Arcanine were separated. Both working with others to protect the land. All Dalton remembers was a horrifying crack, as a beast of a Rhydon scraped his side with a pair of blunt claws. The horned head lowered, even as Dalton attempted to talk the striped beast away from aggression. The Rhydon stepped forward to finish the job, and Dalton closed his eyes, fingers clasping the locket around his neck. He regretted letting all of his pokemon go. Death would have been a relief to the alternative. Liquid splattered his face, warm, and sickly red. Tear covered eyes opened, even as a pained howl screamed through the night. Looking like some demonic shish - ka - bob, his Arcanine was skewered on the Rhydon’s horns, his muzzle a few inches away from the creature’s eyes. Mouth filled with blood, and flames the Arcanine batted at the gargantuan beast, managing, somehow, to bring it to its knees. With that though, went his last breath. It all ended with a rolled eye and a wink.
Just like that.
Dead. Gone was the laughter; the joy, the brotherhood, the friendship, the keeper who served as Dalton‘s form of birth control. Gone.
The rain could not match his tears. All he remembered was cold. Along with the feeling of being alone.
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For quite some time after the war he was depressed, even as he worked with the rangers to battle against Pravus.
At his lowest low, a point where he was debating on finding a good cliff to throw himself from, hell brought him a gift. Wannabe. Or, that’s what the cynical, shell that had been Dalton called him. A creature that wanted to be his Baha. The façade soon cracked, and the man soon found himself forcing the little beast to train. At the back of his mind though that depression lurked, and was not helped by the Elekid’s smart mouth.
An orphaned Oddish, found beneath a bush, further helped heal the wounds.
Destinae arrived, and even as most of the world was thrown into disarray, this beast allowed Dalton to see clearly. Or, the time he spent in the nothing called the void did. Somehow, dream or not, a familiar voice had told him to quit being such a baby. When he woke up, besides the occasional lament, he was himself. Which confused both of his young pokemon.
Dalton didn’t care. Things were better.
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When the rangers HQ blew up however he found himself at a loss. He had been out cliff-jumping that day, well attempting to force his Elekid to join in. When he came back home, he only saw blood littering the ground. Even the little coffeehouse was gone.
He helped however he could. When he began to add things up however, he didn’t believe it an accident. He moved to Nada, and cried, when the pokemon outside (some his friends), became beasts. But, he never let himself dwell on any one disaster.
He had let that happen once.
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He became a waiter for the children’s pizza place, and will often spend shifts playing in the ball pits or the arcade. He occasionally dresses up as the Rattata mascot, and parades around the little dining room.
On the weekends he pays a visit to the wilds, the ranger’s memorial, and occasionally his old home. His parents are also back in his life, and live a few blocks away in a small home. But, he does not often go there, too many memories. He will call once a week however.
On one of his trips he found Tex, his Buizel. Now, he just continues to wait on tables. If the cry against Pravus, cruel oppressors of people and pokemon alike, rises again, he will join. He may be a daredevil, but he’s not foolish to take them on by himself. Especially without Baha.
Characters Pokemon:
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Name: Churchill “Wannabe” Swift
Species: Elekid
Level: 37
Gender: Male
Ability: Static - Direct physical contact with this pokemon can lead to paralysis.
Personality:
Wannabe is an asshole. A lazy, cynical, big-mouthed, asshole. It was an ironic twist of fate that paired the depressed Dalton with this little hell beast. He likes to loaf around their apartment, munching on potato chips, and throwing garbage around his arm chair, and insult things much larger than him. When he does leave the house he whines, bitches, and insults. Even his lack of evolution if just one more way of showing his ass to his trainer. Each time he begins to evolve, he glares at Dalton, and pulls himself out of it. He doesn’t need to be one of those big ugly buzzes anyway. Through all of this he just wants to see his trainer truly angry, but Dalton just shakes his head and leaves him be. Hopefully, he will get over his urge to be an asshole, and show more of his true self, which is buried beneath this exterior. At the current moment though, he is jealous of Lala, and despises Tex for being friends with Dalton.
Attacks:
- Thunderpunch
- Swift
- Thunderwave
- Lowkick
- Psychic
- Leer
- Ice punch
Name: Lila (Lala, Lulu)
Species: Bellossom
Level: 33
Gender: Female
Ability: Chlorophyll - This pokemon moves much faster when it’s sunny.
Personality:
Lila is a boisterous little thing, that does not mind being babied. She is given to random bouts of curiosity, and rather deep questions. The little Bellossom is usually found perched on Dalton’s head, or shoulders, usually smiling, or humming some odd song. She is usually incredibly sweet, and childish. Even the rather stoic Tex does not mind having her around. With Wannabe however, she is completely different. Her expression becomes almost impish, and is filled with raspberries, and childish taunts. When Dalton or Tex enters the room however, she instantly points to the Elekid as the problem.
Attacks:
- Sweet Scent
- Lucky Chant
- Sleep Powder
- Mega Drain
- Teeter Dance
- Drain Punch
- Venom Shock
Name: Tex
Species: Floatzel
Level: 41
Gender: Male
Ability: Swift Swim - Speed doubles in water.
Personality:
Tex is a recent acquisition, and was found wandering the area outside an old Tauros ranch. This fellow once considered himself a regular cowboy. Tex has a never die attitude, and a love for singing off key. He serves as the team’s guide, navigator, and sense of normalcy. It is usually him that stops Dalton from doing anything truly foolhardy. He’s a rough and tough fellow, who occasionally lets his gruff exterior down to talk with the “kid”. The Elekid though, could use a few Tauros hooves to the kidneys.
Attacks:
- Crunch
- Aqua Jet
- Boiling Water
- Dig
- Whirlpool
- Endure
- Odor Sleuth
- Iron Tail
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