Post by Rokujou Katsuza on May 22, 2009 15:00:01 GMT -5
Name: Rokujou Katsuza
DOB: August Fourth
Age: 14
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130 lbs
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral/Good, if anything, though leaning heavier towards neutral.
Pic/Description: Rokujou has shoulder-length brown hair and dark brown eyes, which always seem half-closed, as though he’s about to drift away into sleep at any second. He wears a white shirt with a red tie, occasionally, a habit developed thanks to his aristocratic and over-the-top parents, although he doesn’t wear it quite as much. He also wears a blue jacket and black pants.
Personality: Rokujou is generally nonchalant and carefree, but a devoted and hardworking student. He’s very smart, but for whatever reason chooses not to always demonstrate his intellect, perhaps out of laziness. He’s slow to make and develop friendship, but those bonds he does develop are solid as steel and tend to last a very long time.
He’s best characterized by the water element, which is also his favourite type, being as while he generally goes with the flow and fits in, he’ll occasionally lash out as a violent current without precedent, doing something crazy, and surprising everyone.
Nevertheless, he’s quite pessimistic and cynical and will tend to look on the darker side of things.
Region: Johto
Starter Pokemon: Chinchou
Dorm: (Given to you after sending your exam to a staff member)
History:
Well this is just absolute Miltank excrement.
Having been raised as a kid to not swear, that was the only variant on a curse that Rokujou had ever developed. Nevertheless, he never thought he would one day find himself in Goldenrod’s high-speed magnet train, heading straight for something his parents called “Arceus Academy.” It was probably as expensive as it sounded pretentious, but Rokujou knew his parents couldn’t care less about how much anything costed- after all, their massive tourism empire, The Katsuza Company, had pretty much monopolized most of Olivine and Cianwood, hell, most of southwestern Johto. Because of his parents’ riches, Rokujou had never quite fit in- even at the school he went to now, he was always the “rich kid” outcast.
He caught his reflection in the train’s window and sneered, remembering a week ago.
”Hey, look, it’s the snob Katsuza. What do you say we teach the posh head a lesson, hm?” A large, apelike child loomed over Rokujou, who didn’t even avert his gaze and acknowledge the buffoon or his three cohorts with eye contact. This infuriated the boy, who grabbed Rokujou by the shoulders, surprising him. “The stupid rich kid thinks he’s better than us! See, he won’t even look at us in the eye. Might as well show him…”
He reared up for a punch, and Rokujou cringed, raising his arms to block the blow out of instinct developed by the several thousands of dollars his parents had spent on private martial arts instructors for their child. He’d once been tutored by Cianwood’s Gym Leader, even, but never had a particular affinity for it. Nevertheless, several years of one-on-one training still made way for some skill.
As the punch landed, Rokujou was pushed back but made the most of the momentum it gave him and used it to pivot on his right leg, facing forwards again. With a quick jump and a swift side-kick to the head, the other boy fell to the ground clutching his ear and Rokujou walked away slowly, trying his best to hide a satisfied smile.
He almost thought expulsion from the academy was worth it. But his parents sending him to boarding school? This was too much.
He stared absentmindedly down at the Pokéball at his waist, then sighed as the train’s lights went off and a robotic voice announced to the passengers that their voyage would continue overnight and it would most likely be a lengthy one…
He pressed his ear against the window and shut his eyes.
What a nightmare.
DOB: August Fourth
Age: 14
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130 lbs
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral/Good, if anything, though leaning heavier towards neutral.
Pic/Description: Rokujou has shoulder-length brown hair and dark brown eyes, which always seem half-closed, as though he’s about to drift away into sleep at any second. He wears a white shirt with a red tie, occasionally, a habit developed thanks to his aristocratic and over-the-top parents, although he doesn’t wear it quite as much. He also wears a blue jacket and black pants.
Personality: Rokujou is generally nonchalant and carefree, but a devoted and hardworking student. He’s very smart, but for whatever reason chooses not to always demonstrate his intellect, perhaps out of laziness. He’s slow to make and develop friendship, but those bonds he does develop are solid as steel and tend to last a very long time.
He’s best characterized by the water element, which is also his favourite type, being as while he generally goes with the flow and fits in, he’ll occasionally lash out as a violent current without precedent, doing something crazy, and surprising everyone.
Nevertheless, he’s quite pessimistic and cynical and will tend to look on the darker side of things.
Region: Johto
Starter Pokemon: Chinchou
Dorm: (Given to you after sending your exam to a staff member)
History:
Well this is just absolute Miltank excrement.
Having been raised as a kid to not swear, that was the only variant on a curse that Rokujou had ever developed. Nevertheless, he never thought he would one day find himself in Goldenrod’s high-speed magnet train, heading straight for something his parents called “Arceus Academy.” It was probably as expensive as it sounded pretentious, but Rokujou knew his parents couldn’t care less about how much anything costed- after all, their massive tourism empire, The Katsuza Company, had pretty much monopolized most of Olivine and Cianwood, hell, most of southwestern Johto. Because of his parents’ riches, Rokujou had never quite fit in- even at the school he went to now, he was always the “rich kid” outcast.
He caught his reflection in the train’s window and sneered, remembering a week ago.
”Hey, look, it’s the snob Katsuza. What do you say we teach the posh head a lesson, hm?” A large, apelike child loomed over Rokujou, who didn’t even avert his gaze and acknowledge the buffoon or his three cohorts with eye contact. This infuriated the boy, who grabbed Rokujou by the shoulders, surprising him. “The stupid rich kid thinks he’s better than us! See, he won’t even look at us in the eye. Might as well show him…”
He reared up for a punch, and Rokujou cringed, raising his arms to block the blow out of instinct developed by the several thousands of dollars his parents had spent on private martial arts instructors for their child. He’d once been tutored by Cianwood’s Gym Leader, even, but never had a particular affinity for it. Nevertheless, several years of one-on-one training still made way for some skill.
As the punch landed, Rokujou was pushed back but made the most of the momentum it gave him and used it to pivot on his right leg, facing forwards again. With a quick jump and a swift side-kick to the head, the other boy fell to the ground clutching his ear and Rokujou walked away slowly, trying his best to hide a satisfied smile.
He almost thought expulsion from the academy was worth it. But his parents sending him to boarding school? This was too much.
He stared absentmindedly down at the Pokéball at his waist, then sighed as the train’s lights went off and a robotic voice announced to the passengers that their voyage would continue overnight and it would most likely be a lengthy one…
He pressed his ear against the window and shut his eyes.
What a nightmare.
