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DOV
Mar 28, 2011 23:12:36 GMT -5
Post by dox on Mar 28, 2011 23:12:36 GMT -5
NAME DOV KAMOKOV
GENDER M
AGE 19
APPEARANCE Dov is exactly two meters tall. Exactly. His buzzed hair lends him another vertical centimeter at most. Already at 19, Dov is showing early signs of male-pattern baldness - just one of many symptoms of an overabundance of testosterone, alongside increased muscle mass, a hairy chest, and a deep voice. And a lack of sensitivity. A physically imposing figure, Dov has been smoking since he barely qualified as a teenager, but you'd have a tough time telling. Genetics and careful hygiene have granted him bright, straight teeth. He has strong bones and a natural resistance to illness. Dov is a gifted athlete, and his addiction seems to have hardly slowed him down. As middle linebacker he made varsity all four years and led his team to two championships. He runs a mile in 5 minutes. He's a damn good golfer. But his sport of choice is boxing, and it shows. A boxer's nose, a strong jaw (broken once or twice) and a skull with a few solid bumps. Dov's seen more than his share of concussions. Dov's clothes are uncomplicated. He likes solid-color sweaters, sleeves pushed up to the elbows. He likes well-fitting jeans and he only has one pair of shoes, dirty canvas sneakers, gray (though they didn't used to be). His eyes are brown and dark, set deep under his low brow. His skin tone lands somewhere between his father's pale whiteness and his mother's healthy olive tan - except in the summer, when outdoorsmanship tans his forearms and face.
PERSONALITY Dov is difficult to describe by those who follow the old maxim "if you've got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all." Let's see, he's... not lazy. He... embraces self-reliance. He's... very self-confident! Yes, very tough to speak fondly of. Dov is more temper than imagination. He is contentious. He is argumentative. He is brusque and dismissive. Though by no means a genius, he is much smarter than he looks. But he uses his intelligence for evil, for condescension and dominance. He can be manipulative but generally prefers direct application of force to subversive sneakery. He is very aggressive, terribly terribly aggressive, and an expert of one-upmanship. He is loudmouthed, particularly around those he is comfortable with (that is, those whom he does not feel threatened by (that is, most everyone)). But he is not very egotistical, in reality. His sin is not so much pride as wrath. He is just a hotblooded, short tempered young man, without aspirations of reputation-building. He is very demanding of those around him, particularly toward the "lazy" and the "dependent," and toward technology. He is quickly frustrated, especially by technology or abstract thought, as it "needlessly complicates life." Though dominating, Dov is direct and simple, and does have a great appreciation for life. And though he's more likely to hit something unfamiliar than talk to it, he sees much magic and many miracles in our world, waiting to be uncovered.
HISTORY Dov is the firstborn, his younger sisters are no older than 5. So for much of his childhood he was the only child of young parents - underdisciplined and hyperactive, coddled to invincibility. His confident demeanor brought him friends and attention in school, and his work ethic made him valuable around the house. His parents, though worn-down by his energy and temper, loved the hell out of their son, and showered him with attention. Until, of course, five years ago, right as puberty was doing its worst to poor Dov, when the first daughter came. And suddenly his parents expected still more work from him, yet offered him less affection. Downright paradoxical. And worse, unfair. Dov took on some hobbies. Drums. Sports. Sprinting. He also, after a lesson on explorers, fancied himself a conquistador. With a backpack he'd travel out into the woods near his house and, setting up camp, hunt and fish and live in a tent until he ran out of Oreos or clean water, whichever came first (usually Oreos). This penchant for exploration and rugged individualism followed Mr. Kamokov through his teen years. Now, Dov the frontiersman intends to take a very long camping trip, and in the process to conquer all of Tarun's wilds. And it would seem that the best way to do so is to take up husbandry Pokemon training.
SAMPLE
"Ooh, heheh, a fiery one. Rowr, aheh.
The hard-to-get, strong-willed, warrior princess. Ahuhh."
He seemed to dig up strange, laughing grunts from the depths of his abdomen as he writhed around the room. Gray hair, heterochromia, bunny bag... and blind as well! Very moekko... hehh. "You wouldn't happen to..." She's got to be a type 5, not type 9... Curses!
Henry read from the list, adding a bit of helpful description for each choice. Hopefully his blind princess would find him helpful on her quest. Worthy to join her party, to carry her armor, to fold her clothes, to massage her feet... ah, daydreaming on the job again. And really, it was very unlikely that she'd even be into the whole roleplaying fantasy.
"Er... uh, your Starters, my queen, are Finneon (this delightful little dainty fish creature) Sandshrew (a rough-and-tumble tomboyish rodent fellow) Sunkern (this submissive, needy seed creature) Misdreavus (a spooky yet deliciously feminine spirit) Spinarak (a filthy, degraded insectoid) and Vulpix (a cute, fox-like pixie of a mammal, huhuh) as well as the indelibly curvy orbs which are safely housed within my egg collection..."
"With regard to the eggs," Henry began, clearing his throat, "I can go into more detail for you, if you'd like..."
ALSO Dov never leaves home without his knife, his flashlight, and at least four packs of cigarettes. And presently our hero is recovering from yet another broken nose, and thus wears a bandage across its bridge.
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DOV
Mar 29, 2011 5:39:09 GMT -5
Post by Curse258 on Mar 29, 2011 5:39:09 GMT -5
Pokémon
In Box
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DOV
Mar 29, 2011 5:40:32 GMT -5
Post by Curse258 on Mar 29, 2011 5:40:32 GMT -5
Items
Medicine
TMs/HMs
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