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Name: (The canon character's name. Please do not include a last name by any means.)
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Age: (A reasonable estimate of their age. For example, if you were Roark, maybe around 18~21, but make it definite.)

Description: (This isn't as necessary as for an OC. Picture reference is okay, but test your description abilities and try to go for at least a good description of your character.)

Personality: (Once again, a reasonable guesstimate. We know the character's personalities in the game are somewhat to very ambiguous. Try your best to think of a decent personality, or maybe something a little different than people would actually think. For example, if you were Volkner, don't go with the crowds' thoughts thinking he's 'emo'.)

History: (And again, a reasonable guesstimate. Be creative, yet sensible, about your character's history. Remember, history shapes a character's personality. Please try to make it at least 150 words minimum. If it's close, it's OK.)

Pokemon: (Please include the character's actual Pokemon. You may include some extras, if it makes sense. Please keep their parties to the standard 6. If it's an Battle Tower NPC such as Riley or Cheryl, keep it to a minimum of 6 for their party, and no legendaries for any characters by any means. Maybe for Palmer, but that will still be looked over.)

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Player's Name/Nickname: Qu-ko or Qu
Player LJ: aphotic
Messengers and Email: AIM: kazuhi017, MSN: sapphiredewgong@hotmail.com, Email: aura@smallmagic.net (HEAVY SPAM FILTER)
Timezone: Eastern -5

Name: Damion
Gender: Male
Age: 12

Description: More striking than he gives himself credit for, Damion has blond hair, very blond -- it's in a particularly unique style, too, with one large spike going in either direction, and a small lick going down his forehead. His eyes are large and abnormally red, though he does not seem to be albino; rather, it appears to be a hereditary trait inherited from his father. He dresses fairly simply, wearing a green scarf with a striped orange and white t-shirt, jeans, and a Poketch on his wrist. He also carries a tan shoulder bag with him at all times, which contains all his personal items.

Personality: Damion seems to have a rather arrogant personality at first. His egocentric behavior and arrogant speech can be clearly observed, but that is a cover for his cheerful and kind character (the truth is that he is unexpectedly sentimental). When around friends, he turns out to be perky, energetic, and loud, sometimes forgetting that he is trying to best everyone else at anything humanly possible. He's a hasty boy, reacting quickly to any situation, but often on first impulse. He does not tolerate indecision or hesitation, and can be stubborn, persistent, and pushy to get answers from people. However, as mentioned before, this great boistrousness is really just a cover for sensitivity and even great maturity, as Damion cannot stand to see others hurt. And despite wanting to be the best at everything, he has a strong sense of justice. Upon seeing a wrong, he will instinctively want to right it, and will feel absolutely horrible if he is unable to do anything. In fact, the only thing that can really bring his perpetually chipper mood down is inability and failure. If he fails at anything, however rare such failure is, he won't seek to blame others, but instead will begin coming down hard on himself, and his stubborn nature will often make him difficult to move from that spot. Overall, Damion is a very demanding, in-control individual, but he feels a lot deeper than most people credit him for. When he is depressed, it is a deep, black depression; when he is enthusiastic, it is a sincere, passionate enthusiasm. He is a boy who does everything with all his heart.

History: Damion was born in Twinleaf Town, living next door to Dawn all his life. His father and mother split up when he was young, and so he did not grow to know his father very well. It is still a touchy subject for him, as there are still many unresolved conflicts that have not been worked out between his parents. His mother tried to shield him from his parents' fights and from every other evil in the world, but his adventurous and stubborn nature would have none of it. Despite her efforts, he still decided to go on a Pokemon journey, and his mother had no choice but to sigh and let him go as he pleased. Since childhood he'd always been constantly trying to best Dawn, and this did not stop even after he received his first Pokemon. He did, however, learn a bit of self-control after Team Galactic's capture of Uxie and his failure to rescue it absolutely crushed his spirit for a while. Because of this, he resolved to help free the three pixies in any way he could, and assisted Dawn in suppressing Team Galactic's plans just long enough to be able to put an end to them for good. Even now, he still aims to be the best trainer in the region, the world even, but it seems Dawn still always manages to beat him, no matter what he does...
Pokemon: Just to make it short: Torterra♂ (Brave nature), Staraptor♂ (Adamant nature), Rapidash♀ (Hasty nature), Snorlax♂ (Relaxed nature), Floatzel♀ (Impish nature)

Sample RP: Damion only had a moment to process that there was a dragon in the dining room before his white-faced mother shoved him backwards and slammed the double doors shut.

There was a dragon.

In the dining room.

While he had watched it had coiled around the dining table and crushed it in the grip of a massive serpentine body.

Now it was in there with his mother and father.

He stared at the double doors from floor and said vaguely, "Holy crap..."

He then slammed a fist against the ground. The gesture did not make a very good sound, as the floor was lushly carpeted, but it made him feel better. He had the vague feeling that he should be running, so that when the dragon ate his parents he could be a decent distance away.

For some reason he didn't really think the dragon was going to eat his father. Probably because that would be too easy. He wasn't quite sure they weren't all just hallucinating anyway.

A dim roar came from the dining room, but filtered and tinny as if coming through a tube from very far away. The double doors did not shake, and no malevolent glowing lights emanated from the cracks. It was not at all like the movies.

Damion threw himself down in a chair at the kitchen table. 'Maybe dad's, like, a warlock or something,' he thought briefly.

Fifteen minutes passed. He sat in the chair and was silent. Once in a while there would be a sound from the other room, and he would try and think up explanations for the sound, because he'd only seen the dragon once, after all, and who could believe in something they only saw once, right? He'd barely believed in movies until he'd been to see every last one of them at least three times.

Then the doors opened, and Damion looked up.

His mother was there, and her face was red with anger.

'Here they go again,' he thought bitterly.

"...I still don't see how you could let your Milotic out by accident, Palmer. I'll bet it wasn't even an accident, was it?! You probably did that on purpose to--"

"Of course it was an accident," his father insisted. "Give me one good reason why I would do that to you."

"Because of me," she said bluntly.

Palmer failed to respond to that. There was silence all around, Damion just staring up blankly at his parents, and his mother burning holes into his father's head with her glare. Suddenly she shrieked frustratedly, whirled around, stepped around her son, and stormed upstairs. His father sighed, chucking the Pokeball in his hand to the side angrily, leaning back against the wall. There was a trail of blood trickling down his hand from somewhere up his sleeve.

It took a few minutes for Damion to gather the courage to get up. He walked slowly, cautiously over to his father, looking up at him pitifully from his short seven-year-old height.

"Hey, Damion," Palmer said finally, kneeling down to his son's level and putting his hand on his cheek. "You ever seen a dragon before?" he asked, faux-enthusiastically.

He shook his head.

"It's called Milotic," he explained, "and she's really not as bad as she seems, and, and... I'm very sorry she caused so much trouble."

Somehow, he thought, all the apologies in the world may not cover all the wounds made this time around.
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