Post by LAWRENCE on Jun 15, 2011 17:28:22 GMT -5
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| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width:185; padding-right:2px;] PERSONAL INFORMATION NAME: Lawrence Renard AGE: 36 GENDER: Male HOMETOWN: Olivine City, Johto GROUP: Villain; Team Plasma - Shadow Triad OCCUPATION: Shadow Triad; Usually poses as a Professor, or someone of equal or higher rank. PERSONALITY: • Goofball • Sly • Two-faced • Untrustworthy • Flirt • Knowledgeable • Romantic • Gentleman • Precise • Fragile LIKES: • Men • Running • Money DISLIKES: • Physical fights • Yelling • Violence HISTORY: Lawrence was born in Olivine city to a less than wealthy family; he started off plain and simple, a little farm boy who helped his grandparents out at the farm, while his parents were away fighting away criminals of the world. Ren, as he was better known, was an only child, left to an elderly couple who simply could not care for him. They were feeble, fragile, and most of the time left the child to run around for himself to find entertainment, something a child should never be left to, especially at an age as early as his. It started off with little jokes; pranks the townspeople saw coming miles away, but took sympathy on the lonely boy, and went along with it. Yes, everyone knew of little Lawrence. He was the farm boy; the one who nobody seemed to get along with, due to his stand-off nature. He refused to socialized and tended to isolate himself from everyone else, knowing and resenting all that was said behind his back. He'd wander off in the near-by forest and go on his own pseudo adventures, pretending to be a shining night on a ponyta, or maybe a valiant king slaying a dragonite, all until the night he found a particular little egg. An orange egg witch black stripes that was close to being dead-cold, it visibly shivered, and in that cold, shriveled heart that little boy Ren had, he found himself unable to leave it to die. He took it under his shirt and took it home to care for, slowly but surely letting it turn into his very child. It was only a few months later that the little egg hatched into a Growlithe, and the bond between child and Pokemon grew stronger than any other. On one particularly bad night of gossip, Ren's patience had been stretched far enough; he ran away, without a word to anyone, he disappeared into the dark of the trees with his only companion; that orange, stripped dog. That's when the child's true side begun to evolve; in the wild, all alone, when he was given the chance to be free. His innocent pranks slowly morphed into complicated heists, and his highway robberies suddenly turned into identity theft and breaking-and-entering. Little Ren was no longer little Ren; he had grown into a man who no longer reflected his younger self, and it didn't come in easy. It was after many trials and errors, many painful battles and hours of training, that Ren had grown into a powerful trainer. A potentially deadly highwayman, with only one exception... Ren refuses to be violent. He refuses to throw a punch, or raise his voice if unnecessary. His Pokemon have been trained to never harm any citizen or trainer. Although they give it their all in battle against other Pokemon, they are quick to mind their manners about drawing blood in any way, shape or form. Ren, although a notorious highway man, is still very much a gentleman, and knows when to draw back and mind his manners. He is especially easy on women, although if they have something he wants, he's willing to do anything to get it in his hands, although that applies for men, too. Ren simply loves to prove his knowledge is above the rest, and therefor chooses to fool and trick others to get what he wants, rather than get into a huge fight over it. Not to mention, Ren's health is very fragile; he's got blood clotting problems, skin that bruises like a peach, and bones one could swear are made of glass. Any old injury could turn potentially lethal for the man, if he's not careful. Although there was one day when, perhaps his judgement wasn't all that perfect. A particular man was being escorted down the path, and his manner of dress seemed to have caught his attention. Although Ren's little facade got him through enough, and he managed to bolt out of their makeshift campsite in the middle of the night, it was needless to say he was tracked down in a heartbeat. One of the Pokeballs had a tracker on it, in case an event of that nature were to happen. Seems Ren had quarreled with none other than the leader of Team Plasma himself. "I like your style," The man admitted, and made a promise he perhaps made to everyone else--riches. Riches and power, an offer little Ren simple could not say no to. So it was with little reluctance and much excitement that Ren jumped aboard with Team Plasma as one of the Shadow Triad members, a title he doesn't care much for, yet a sense of security he seemed to crave. | [atrb=width,225px,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, width:185; padding-left: 2px;] POKEMON PARTY  SPECIES: Arcanine NICKNAME: Growly GENDER: Male NATURE: Brave MOVES: Heat Wave, Thunderfang, Dig, Dragon Pulse  SPECIES: Tropius NICKNAME: Frond GENDER: Female NATURE: Docile MOVES: Leaf Blade, Air Slash, Fly, Earthquake  SPECIES: Empoleon NICKNAME: Napoleon GENDER: Male NATURE: Serious MOVES: Surf, Flash Canon, Ice Beam, Rock Slide  SPECIES: Nidoking NICKNAME: Nigel GENDER: Male NATURE: Timid MOVES: Poison Jab, Earth Power, Ice Punch, Thunderpunch.  SPECIES: Galvantula NICKNAME: Hero GENDER: Female NATURE: Jolly MOVES: Thunderbolt, X-Scissors, Energy Ball, Cross Poison  SPECIES: Dusknoir NICKNAME: Jack GENDER: Male NATURE: Careful MOVES: Shadow Ball, Dark Pulse, Focus Blast, Destiny Bond PC STORAGE     |
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