Post by Bleu on Jul 27, 2014 11:47:55 GMT -5
Name: Maverik Hans
Age: Nineteen
Hometown: Olivine City
Trainer Type: Coordinator
Physical Appearance: A tall and slender male, Maverik stands about six foot two. Strawberry blonde, almost silver colored hair hangs down past his shoulders, and eyes are of a dark purple, which are hidden behind a pair of spectacles. His face appears to be soft and smooth, but to the touch, one can feel several scars on both cheeks, which have faded over time. Maverik doesn't have much of a varied wardrobe. he mostly sticks to a skin-tight black tee-shirt and black slacks, or a blue collared t-shirt, opened slightly, with blue jeans - sneakers with the blue,and dress shoes with the black. There are bandages around his neck, from an accident that occurred some years back, but it doesn't seem to bother him - and usually ignores an inquiry about it. A lot of times, Mav likes to keep his hair down, though on hot days and when he's in to a good book or battle, he puts it in a ponytail.
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Personality: Mav is a mysterious person, and tends to withhold as much information as he can. His eyes seem to pierce right through one, as if he could see something that's not revealed, but he only does it to try and spoke the other person. Mav likes to stick to himself, and anyone who usually interferes gets a piece of his mind. Maverik is not friendly - due to the events of his past - and he likes solitude, except for the company of Pokemon he encounters. Though his ambition is to be a coordinator, he gets done what he has too - putting on a show for the judges - then goes back to his ways.
History:
He was young. So young, when his mother had abandoned him. He didn't know it at the time, that that was what was happening. All he knew before he closed his eyes, is that he was safe. In the comfort of a loving mother. He was wrong.
A few years had gone by, since his mother had given him up. He didn't know it at the time. He had assumed, the family he was being raised by, was his actual birth family. He wasn't exactly rich, nor middle-class. More towards the lower of the food chain. Poor. In rags. Living in a shack with several other children. He didn't know any better. He thought that this is what life was. Watching those you love and care about, work their tailend off just to make ends meet and provide what little food and shelter and warmth they could. It wasn't until he got older, that he started to realize - he was nothing like his family. He was slender - a fast metabolism - while the others were a bit on the larger side. His hair grew fast - and was nearly silver in color - while the others had dark features, and their hair grew slower than a turtle could walk. They were short, he was tall.
A few more years had gone by, and he grew older, still in the same situation - though a few of the older children had left to get jobs, and give back what they could to the family. Maverik couldn't understand it - younger children kept appearing, but the mother of the family never seemed to show pregnancy. It had made him wonder. Curious as to this, he asked her one day, when he was just about the age of twelve. She knew this day was coming, and decided there was no point in continuing to hide it. With a sigh, she sat the boy down and started to explain to him - about adoptions, about mothers giving up their children for unknown reasons. Maverik's mother had left him on the steps of a fire station, with a note saying to anyone who could take better care of him. Said she wasn't ready to be a mother, and that she hoped for the best. Maverik was confused. He couldn't understand why someone would give up their child. "Did they not love me? Did they not want me?" The words of Maverik echoed, with a tone of sadness in it. The woman who was raising Maverik tried to comfort him, but he pushed her away.
He fell in to quite a depression after hearing this. He wouldn't eat, nor sleep, not interact with anyone else. He would sit in his room, studying, researching his mother, trying to find out what had went on with her, but all his leads eventually came to a dead end.
More years passed by. His attitude changed - he became more mean and aggressive towards everyone. Became almost a social outcast. It wasn't until he saw in an article about Pokemon Coordinators. Become something - doing something with themselves. Striving for their goals and raising themselves up out of the slumps. He figured - the least he could do - was become good at something, and give back to the family that had taken such good care of him throughout the years. While he was doing his school studies, he was presented with a scholarship to the Caspian Region - where he could actually start out on a brand new adventure - and life. Though his attitude still remained, he took the scholarship, packing his belongings, what little he had, and set off for the Caspian Region.
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