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Corren Gray
by Corren Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:00 pm
Full name: Corren Gray
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Overall Appearance:
Corren holds a masculine frame, scarcely visible through his clothing. From the early years of farm work, and the latter of construction. The strife of living shows itself in the form of scars, stretching across his arms and back, the history of these markings come in the form accidents, brawls, and challenging step-parents. Once he moved to the city, his habit of apparel drastically changed with the environment from ragged jeans, dirty shorts, and tank tops to a crisp, clean cut and stylish form of his mother's version of "proper dress". The farm clothes were traded for designer jeans, stylish button downs, and even the occasional suit.
Corren has dark, oak hair that seems to fade to black during the Fall and Winter. His hair is the only part of him that's stayed true to the farm. Messy, kinky, and a ravaged to barely a hint of style. His eyes are a stately silver, the pigments of blue, green, and brown conform within his irises to present a tanned hazel, the silver only seeming to appear on the gloomiest of days.
Distinguishable Features: None
History:
Corren has always had a talent, an innate ability that has given him a ways to communicate with the Pokemon of the world. Since birth, Corren has connected openly with his childhood companions on the farmland he lived on. While he couldn't speak to Pokemon, he can understand their emotions and feelings, and react in a similar fashion. Corren lived beside an array assortment of incredible creatures that ranged from every aspect and typing from around the world. Living on a farm was the most valuable experience Corren has to date.
On the last night of the year, Corren's mind was in disarray. Clashes of incredible emotions ravaged his mind to the point physical pain jolted through his body. It was a night filled with storms, unnatural clashes of what he believed to be lightning shot across the sky and ignited the land with fire, and oddly enough, other ailments. Some areas were crushed by an invisible force, some ruptured into destroyed spaces, some rotten to dust, some frozen into ice, some ripped into tornadoes, and much more. It had seemed like the world was coming to an end. Corren emerged from the barn he was napping in to find a city razed, destroyed. Nothing remained. As Corren looked to the sky, he could see figures of Legend racing through the sky, vanishing from sight. The only remaining life was his barn, himself, and the emotions of strife and misunderstood fury from the creatures above.
With the inherited money from his family's death, he traveled to Omnivia to begin a new life. Instead of farming, he took to traveling. His last keepsake being the chains and medallions, each representing a figure of legend from his birthday the night before the Raid of Legend.
Personality: Corren can easily be read by the smile on his face, a staple he wears proudly. He smiles, he laughs, and he loves to be alive. Somewhat of a deviant, he loves to pull pranks, make jokes, and make a fool of himself and others. He wants nothing other than to make friends and have a laugh. He is the most adamant fool of a boy he can be, and he enjoys it. He has a short fuse he can never succeed to hide, and he has a curiosity that would cause a genocide of the feline population. He will always fight his hardest, and never stop. Such a boy, he never feels special. He doesn't feel love, but he would really like to.
*RP Sample*:
Corren dusted himself, patting down the formal attire of his wardrobe. He dressed formally, which designated itself as simply casual. He straightened his tie, opened his jacket, and let the ocean breeze dry his dampened hair. He stepped outside, shielding his eyes. Immediately, the entrance of welcome feelings flowed into his mind. Corren's empathy ignited in his mind as he found himself surrounded by both people and Pokemon, within the city's walls. "Alright, let's get started" the angelic boy told himself. "It's about time I start walking".
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Overall Appearance:
Corren holds a masculine frame, scarcely visible through his clothing. From the early years of farm work, and the latter of construction. The strife of living shows itself in the form of scars, stretching across his arms and back, the history of these markings come in the form accidents, brawls, and challenging step-parents. Once he moved to the city, his habit of apparel drastically changed with the environment from ragged jeans, dirty shorts, and tank tops to a crisp, clean cut and stylish form of his mother's version of "proper dress". The farm clothes were traded for designer jeans, stylish button downs, and even the occasional suit.
Corren has dark, oak hair that seems to fade to black during the Fall and Winter. His hair is the only part of him that's stayed true to the farm. Messy, kinky, and a ravaged to barely a hint of style. His eyes are a stately silver, the pigments of blue, green, and brown conform within his irises to present a tanned hazel, the silver only seeming to appear on the gloomiest of days.
Distinguishable Features: None
History:
Corren has always had a talent, an innate ability that has given him a ways to communicate with the Pokemon of the world. Since birth, Corren has connected openly with his childhood companions on the farmland he lived on. While he couldn't speak to Pokemon, he can understand their emotions and feelings, and react in a similar fashion. Corren lived beside an array assortment of incredible creatures that ranged from every aspect and typing from around the world. Living on a farm was the most valuable experience Corren has to date.
On the last night of the year, Corren's mind was in disarray. Clashes of incredible emotions ravaged his mind to the point physical pain jolted through his body. It was a night filled with storms, unnatural clashes of what he believed to be lightning shot across the sky and ignited the land with fire, and oddly enough, other ailments. Some areas were crushed by an invisible force, some ruptured into destroyed spaces, some rotten to dust, some frozen into ice, some ripped into tornadoes, and much more. It had seemed like the world was coming to an end. Corren emerged from the barn he was napping in to find a city razed, destroyed. Nothing remained. As Corren looked to the sky, he could see figures of Legend racing through the sky, vanishing from sight. The only remaining life was his barn, himself, and the emotions of strife and misunderstood fury from the creatures above.
With the inherited money from his family's death, he traveled to Omnivia to begin a new life. Instead of farming, he took to traveling. His last keepsake being the chains and medallions, each representing a figure of legend from his birthday the night before the Raid of Legend.
Personality: Corren can easily be read by the smile on his face, a staple he wears proudly. He smiles, he laughs, and he loves to be alive. Somewhat of a deviant, he loves to pull pranks, make jokes, and make a fool of himself and others. He wants nothing other than to make friends and have a laugh. He is the most adamant fool of a boy he can be, and he enjoys it. He has a short fuse he can never succeed to hide, and he has a curiosity that would cause a genocide of the feline population. He will always fight his hardest, and never stop. Such a boy, he never feels special. He doesn't feel love, but he would really like to.
*RP Sample*:
Corren dusted himself, patting down the formal attire of his wardrobe. He dressed formally, which designated itself as simply casual. He straightened his tie, opened his jacket, and let the ocean breeze dry his dampened hair. He stepped outside, shielding his eyes. Immediately, the entrance of welcome feelings flowed into his mind. Corren's empathy ignited in his mind as he found himself surrounded by both people and Pokemon, within the city's walls. "Alright, let's get started" the angelic boy told himself. "It's about time I start walking".
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Age : 29
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