Post by malachite on Oct 26, 2009 18:48:52 GMT -7
Name: Malachite Akubi
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Affiliation: Deviant
Rank: Academy Student
Description: Standing at a somewhat tall 6'1” inches, Malachite is slim (not to the point of being sickly looking; he's just not very muscular...visually), and his long arms and legs make him appear a little lanky, but not in a goofy way. Malachite is fair skinned, and typically has a spacey expression on his face; in fact, some would say it looks almost like his eyes are closed unless he's specifically addressing a person or object. When his eyes ARE visibly open, they reflect the color of his namesake: an almost mint-like green color. His hair is a dull copper color that sits at about shoulder length when wet, but it's not usually visible in its entirety. More on that in the next section.
On the subject of clothing, Malachite prefers comfort over fashion, but it doesn't necessarily mean he isn't at least acceptably stylish. Malachite's head is usually covered by a dark green bandana with a white X shape adorning it; there's a white dot in each of the four “quadrants” on the X, though this symbol doesn't appear to have any special meaning. A single length of Malachite's hair hangs down from the bandana on the right side of his face. Malachite has a band-aid under his right eye, but it's apparently only for show; the injury that was once there has long since healed. Because of this fact, the band-aid isn't always there, as Malachite only applies one when he remembers to do so.
Malachite wears a white t-shirt under a dark green vest; the vest is only a slight shade lighter than the bandana, but lacks the distinctive X mark. His hands are covered by black, fingerless leather gloves with gold knuckle studs. There seems to be no purpose to them other than personal fashion choice, but they do help increase Malachite's grip on a poké ball slightly.
He wears a plain pair of blue jeans that have numerous pockets; Malachite considers these pockets a necessity because he doesn't like carrying things in his hands if he doesn't have to. On his feet are a pair of black canvas sneakers with green stitching and dull white laces.
Personality: Malachite is a very “relaxed” person...if by relaxed, you mean completely lazy and apathetic towards just about everything. Malachite is very easily bored, and is often found doing things solely because he “felt like it.” He does the tasks he's given dutifully, but is more often than not discovered off in a corner somewhere, sleeping or just lazing around. Even his style of speech is a reflection of this trait, as he rarely ever breaks away from his mostly monotone, noncommittal mannerisms. Behind this slacker attitude, however, is the mind of a master trainer. Malachite is talented in formulating battle strategies on the spot, and also tailors workout routines specified to the needs of his pokémon. He's deeply caring of both their physical and emotional well-being, and is careful to neither mistreat them nor spoil them, often treating them as his equal. His lazy, disinterested attitude makes Malachite appear rather standoffish, but in reality, he's very friendly and somewhat charming...provided anyone can get him to talk for more than six seconds at a time.
History:
Pokémon Team:
Nolo/Wobbuffet/Male/Much like his owner, Nolo seems very laid back and apathetic. In fact, the pair are so alike, it's not uncommon to see them make the same facial expressions from time to time. Nolo was the first pokémon Malachite ever caught.
Van Gogh/Smeargle/Male/Standing in direct contrast to his owner, Van Gogh is very energetic and enthusiastic, putting his all into everything from his battles to his paintings. Van Gogh, despite his small stature, is the tank of Malachite's group due to the powerful techniques he learned use Sketch.
Rocco/Sudowoodo/Male/Rocco is Malachite's resident weirdo: when released, Rocco normally wiggles and dances around for no apparent reason. It makes it difficult for Malachite to sit under him for shade, which is what he caught him for in the first place.
Goro/Scizor/Male/Goro is Malachite's straight man. Quiet, reserved, and obedient, Goro is very dedicated to the tasks he is given, and is fiercely protective of his owner. Goro often causes people to wonder how a slacker like Malachite raised such a successful pokémon.
Soho/Mightyena/Female/Soho was sent to Malachite by his sister when she went on holiday in the Hoenn region. After getting word that her little brother would be going to Kanto to join The Deviants, she sent him a Mightyena that she had just caught as her way of saying 'good luck.' It's just coincidence that her nickname fit into Malachite's auditory scheme. She's much like Goro in terms of personality, but enjoys staying near Malachite's side (if only because he absent-mindedly pets her all the time when she's nearby).
Solo/Dusknoir/Male/Solo is Malachite's resident anti-social member. Though he respects Malachite as his trainer and follows his orders obediently, he prefers not to associate with Malachite's other pokémon, and is often seen floating silently on his own whenever he's let out and the others are present. That aside, Solo is a powerful ally of Malachite, and appears to have been familiar with Malachite's family for some time now, hinting that it may have been raised since being a Duskull caught before Malachite was of age to be a trainer, possibly by his father, who is originally from the Hoenn region.
Sample Roleplay: ((Hope this is acceptable, but I just whipped up a new RP starring Malachite since I'm so fond of him. It's probably not canon to his character but... ))
~The Malachite Fan Club~
It was a breezy spring day in the Johto region. As usual, Malachite had fallen asleep outside, resting atop his Snorlax, Bruno, who was also dozing peacefully; it was somewhat ironic to see a trainer and his pokémon sharing the same hobbies. It had been a week since Malachite had announced that he'd be leaving to join the Deviants in their effort to prevent the actions of the Elite Four and end the terror of the morphiles. It was a rather shocking statement, coming from the lackadaisical trainer; no one expected him to have such a strong sense of justice hidden behind that face of apathy. Malachite's slacker ways had often been misinterpreted as brooding and mysterious, and admitting that he'd be joining such a lofty cause didn't help matters.
“Mal-kun?! It is! It's Mal-kun!” From atop his living bed, Malachite's ears faintly heard the feminine screech of a young lady.
“Oh my god! I want him to sign my poké ball!”
“I want him to sign my shirt!”
“I want him to sign ME!”
Malachite groaned; he had unfortunately become accustomed to this sort of treatment. The local girls of Olivine City had formed the “Malachite Adoration Club” in response to Malachite's “selfless decision” to go and join the Deviants. It was seen as brave, cool, and even dreamy of him to make such a major commitment. This, in turn, triggered mobs of fan-girls to hound the sedentary trainer at every possible turn. While he didn't necessarily care about the attention, he didn't like that it often interfered with his naps, and flooded his mailbox with marriage proposals, letters of admiration, and even intimate propositions—complete with lewd photos. This came with its own, less desirable form of attention: the attention of jealous boyfriends, which often forced Malachite to fight—something that, while he was ironically good at, he didn't like doing on the sole basis that it required physical effort. More often than not, he tried to talk his way out of it, or offer the substitute of a battle. Unfortunately, jealousy wasn't something easily allayed by a set of clever words and a pokémon battle.
“Bruno...” Malachite belted out a large yawn as he climbed down from the massive pokémon, holding up the poké ball used to house it. “Return.”
No sooner had Bruno returned to his poké ball did Malachite find himself surrounded by a cluster of girls, all shoving various memorabilia in his face in hopes of receiving his autograph.
“Could I at least get a single-file line...?” Malachite asked wearily, his voice being washed out by the joyful cries of hero worship directed at him. Heaving a deep sigh, Malachite resigned himself to his fate and slowly began doling out half-hearted signatures to the screaming young women.
It took longer than expected, but Malachite managed to give every one of the girls the autograph and accompanying personal message of her choice. Most guys would kill to be in his position, but Malachite merely wanted peace and quiet to rest; he felt that he wouldn't have quite as much time to loaf around once he arrived in Kanto. Walking along the shoreline, Malachite felt a chill run down his spine. In the air, he could sense a familiar tension...the presence of more fan-girls.
“Nolo...get out here.” Tossing his poké ball lazily in front of him, Malachite summoned forth his faithful Wobbuffet. “Keep the sharks off us. You know what to do.”
Taking a seat on the floor, Malachite watched as Nolo gave a quick salute, and then coated himself in a translucent, ice-like substance. As Malachite had predicted, a new pack of fan-girls came rushing his way. With a noncommittal grunt from his trainer, Nolo moved directly in front of Malachite. Noticing what was about to happen, the crowd of girls tried in vain to skid to a stop. Instead, the pack of girls collided with Nolo, being subsequently sent flying by the Mirror Coat that had been deployed by Malachite's loyal partner. Sighing contently, Malachite and Nolo exchanged a look, and their faces became identical; an amused grin being held back behind an ignorant facade.
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Affiliation: Deviant
Rank: Academy Student
Description: Standing at a somewhat tall 6'1” inches, Malachite is slim (not to the point of being sickly looking; he's just not very muscular...visually), and his long arms and legs make him appear a little lanky, but not in a goofy way. Malachite is fair skinned, and typically has a spacey expression on his face; in fact, some would say it looks almost like his eyes are closed unless he's specifically addressing a person or object. When his eyes ARE visibly open, they reflect the color of his namesake: an almost mint-like green color. His hair is a dull copper color that sits at about shoulder length when wet, but it's not usually visible in its entirety. More on that in the next section.
On the subject of clothing, Malachite prefers comfort over fashion, but it doesn't necessarily mean he isn't at least acceptably stylish. Malachite's head is usually covered by a dark green bandana with a white X shape adorning it; there's a white dot in each of the four “quadrants” on the X, though this symbol doesn't appear to have any special meaning. A single length of Malachite's hair hangs down from the bandana on the right side of his face. Malachite has a band-aid under his right eye, but it's apparently only for show; the injury that was once there has long since healed. Because of this fact, the band-aid isn't always there, as Malachite only applies one when he remembers to do so.
Malachite wears a white t-shirt under a dark green vest; the vest is only a slight shade lighter than the bandana, but lacks the distinctive X mark. His hands are covered by black, fingerless leather gloves with gold knuckle studs. There seems to be no purpose to them other than personal fashion choice, but they do help increase Malachite's grip on a poké ball slightly.
He wears a plain pair of blue jeans that have numerous pockets; Malachite considers these pockets a necessity because he doesn't like carrying things in his hands if he doesn't have to. On his feet are a pair of black canvas sneakers with green stitching and dull white laces.
Personality: Malachite is a very “relaxed” person...if by relaxed, you mean completely lazy and apathetic towards just about everything. Malachite is very easily bored, and is often found doing things solely because he “felt like it.” He does the tasks he's given dutifully, but is more often than not discovered off in a corner somewhere, sleeping or just lazing around. Even his style of speech is a reflection of this trait, as he rarely ever breaks away from his mostly monotone, noncommittal mannerisms. Behind this slacker attitude, however, is the mind of a master trainer. Malachite is talented in formulating battle strategies on the spot, and also tailors workout routines specified to the needs of his pokémon. He's deeply caring of both their physical and emotional well-being, and is careful to neither mistreat them nor spoil them, often treating them as his equal. His lazy, disinterested attitude makes Malachite appear rather standoffish, but in reality, he's very friendly and somewhat charming...provided anyone can get him to talk for more than six seconds at a time.
History:
Pokémon Team:
Nolo/Wobbuffet/Male/Much like his owner, Nolo seems very laid back and apathetic. In fact, the pair are so alike, it's not uncommon to see them make the same facial expressions from time to time. Nolo was the first pokémon Malachite ever caught.
Van Gogh/Smeargle/Male/Standing in direct contrast to his owner, Van Gogh is very energetic and enthusiastic, putting his all into everything from his battles to his paintings. Van Gogh, despite his small stature, is the tank of Malachite's group due to the powerful techniques he learned use Sketch.
Rocco/Sudowoodo/Male/Rocco is Malachite's resident weirdo: when released, Rocco normally wiggles and dances around for no apparent reason. It makes it difficult for Malachite to sit under him for shade, which is what he caught him for in the first place.
Goro/Scizor/Male/Goro is Malachite's straight man. Quiet, reserved, and obedient, Goro is very dedicated to the tasks he is given, and is fiercely protective of his owner. Goro often causes people to wonder how a slacker like Malachite raised such a successful pokémon.
Soho/Mightyena/Female/Soho was sent to Malachite by his sister when she went on holiday in the Hoenn region. After getting word that her little brother would be going to Kanto to join The Deviants, she sent him a Mightyena that she had just caught as her way of saying 'good luck.' It's just coincidence that her nickname fit into Malachite's auditory scheme. She's much like Goro in terms of personality, but enjoys staying near Malachite's side (if only because he absent-mindedly pets her all the time when she's nearby).
Solo/Dusknoir/Male/Solo is Malachite's resident anti-social member. Though he respects Malachite as his trainer and follows his orders obediently, he prefers not to associate with Malachite's other pokémon, and is often seen floating silently on his own whenever he's let out and the others are present. That aside, Solo is a powerful ally of Malachite, and appears to have been familiar with Malachite's family for some time now, hinting that it may have been raised since being a Duskull caught before Malachite was of age to be a trainer, possibly by his father, who is originally from the Hoenn region.
Sample Roleplay: ((Hope this is acceptable, but I just whipped up a new RP starring Malachite since I'm so fond of him. It's probably not canon to his character but... ))
~The Malachite Fan Club~
It was a breezy spring day in the Johto region. As usual, Malachite had fallen asleep outside, resting atop his Snorlax, Bruno, who was also dozing peacefully; it was somewhat ironic to see a trainer and his pokémon sharing the same hobbies. It had been a week since Malachite had announced that he'd be leaving to join the Deviants in their effort to prevent the actions of the Elite Four and end the terror of the morphiles. It was a rather shocking statement, coming from the lackadaisical trainer; no one expected him to have such a strong sense of justice hidden behind that face of apathy. Malachite's slacker ways had often been misinterpreted as brooding and mysterious, and admitting that he'd be joining such a lofty cause didn't help matters.
“Mal-kun?! It is! It's Mal-kun!” From atop his living bed, Malachite's ears faintly heard the feminine screech of a young lady.
“Oh my god! I want him to sign my poké ball!”
“I want him to sign my shirt!”
“I want him to sign ME!”
Malachite groaned; he had unfortunately become accustomed to this sort of treatment. The local girls of Olivine City had formed the “Malachite Adoration Club” in response to Malachite's “selfless decision” to go and join the Deviants. It was seen as brave, cool, and even dreamy of him to make such a major commitment. This, in turn, triggered mobs of fan-girls to hound the sedentary trainer at every possible turn. While he didn't necessarily care about the attention, he didn't like that it often interfered with his naps, and flooded his mailbox with marriage proposals, letters of admiration, and even intimate propositions—complete with lewd photos. This came with its own, less desirable form of attention: the attention of jealous boyfriends, which often forced Malachite to fight—something that, while he was ironically good at, he didn't like doing on the sole basis that it required physical effort. More often than not, he tried to talk his way out of it, or offer the substitute of a battle. Unfortunately, jealousy wasn't something easily allayed by a set of clever words and a pokémon battle.
“Bruno...” Malachite belted out a large yawn as he climbed down from the massive pokémon, holding up the poké ball used to house it. “Return.”
No sooner had Bruno returned to his poké ball did Malachite find himself surrounded by a cluster of girls, all shoving various memorabilia in his face in hopes of receiving his autograph.
“Could I at least get a single-file line...?” Malachite asked wearily, his voice being washed out by the joyful cries of hero worship directed at him. Heaving a deep sigh, Malachite resigned himself to his fate and slowly began doling out half-hearted signatures to the screaming young women.
It took longer than expected, but Malachite managed to give every one of the girls the autograph and accompanying personal message of her choice. Most guys would kill to be in his position, but Malachite merely wanted peace and quiet to rest; he felt that he wouldn't have quite as much time to loaf around once he arrived in Kanto. Walking along the shoreline, Malachite felt a chill run down his spine. In the air, he could sense a familiar tension...the presence of more fan-girls.
“Nolo...get out here.” Tossing his poké ball lazily in front of him, Malachite summoned forth his faithful Wobbuffet. “Keep the sharks off us. You know what to do.”
Taking a seat on the floor, Malachite watched as Nolo gave a quick salute, and then coated himself in a translucent, ice-like substance. As Malachite had predicted, a new pack of fan-girls came rushing his way. With a noncommittal grunt from his trainer, Nolo moved directly in front of Malachite. Noticing what was about to happen, the crowd of girls tried in vain to skid to a stop. Instead, the pack of girls collided with Nolo, being subsequently sent flying by the Mirror Coat that had been deployed by Malachite's loyal partner. Sighing contently, Malachite and Nolo exchanged a look, and their faces became identical; an amused grin being held back behind an ignorant facade.