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hipster_daveOut of Character Information
Name: Cat
Contact: CatBrooksAnimation@gmail.com
Current Characters: Thomas Sinclair, Miror B., Toph Bei Fong
In-Character Information
Name: Dave
Series: Pokemon OC
Canon-Point: Halfway through the Johto League
History: Dave is 21 years old and has been doing this Pokemon thing since he was 14. He grew up in Hearthome City in Sinnoh, an only child of two very active participants in the Pokemon Contest scene. They were actually quite well known in the contest circles and raised Pokemon solely for use in contests. Despite their most intense efforts, Dave hates contests and found that the best way to annoy his parents was to use their precious contest Pokemon in battles. His "starter" Pokemon was a Smeargle that his parents had been attempting to train for contests but proved to be way too much of a beatnik.
Dave actually turned out to be really, really good at battling and, after defeating the Sinnoh League, he traveled to Kanto to rock them like a hurricane. Over this time he gathered a formidable team of Pokemon (consisting of his starter Smeargle, Porygon-Z, Alakazam, Scrafty, Tropius, and Whiscash.) Despite the fact that he is only really talented at one thing (battling) Dave is easily distracted by almost anything and sometimes lets months go by between gym battles. However, he is a certified Champion in both the Sinnoh and Indigo Leagues and was working on collecting Johto badges when he was kidnapped by the Entralink.
Personality: Dave is 100% Hipster. He liked things before they were cool and likes uncool things ironically. He disdains formal affairs and shows up in as ironic an outfit as possible, hangs out on the beach reading quasi-intellectual paperbacks and never touching the water, and owns a plethora of hats. He smokes Charliament Lights, drinks PokeBlue Ribbon, and occasionally wears black-rimmed glasses with no lenses. He is tall enough to look vaguely awkward and skinnier than is probably healthy. He is normally very chill, listening to vinyls with his Scrafty bro Holden and upholding a forcefully carefree lifestyle. He can be overly smug and annoyingly arrogant, but generally he's not a bad guy. Once you get past the aloofness.
He is in fact very good at battling, though. It's probably the only thing he is good at, actually, since his education is sadly lacking (yo, they said go to school or do Pokemon battles, I mean, seriously.) But ask him about natures and effort values and he'll school you, bro.
Powers: All the powers of IRONY! Or just none.
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur
Writing Samples
First-Person Sample:
Yeah, so. This is pretty lame, guys. [A very disapproving face appears on the Xtransceiver screen. Dave gives the camera a glare from behind lens-less black glasses and shakes his head slowly as if utterly disappointed.] I get it, this is some kind of ~crime syndicate plot~, right? [He punctuates the assertion with wiggly conspiracy fingers.] That's cool and all, very organized and shit. Can't say I've heard of mass teleportation kidnappings before. Old dude said there's, like, more than a dozen of us chumps, huh? Not as showy as ol' Team Galactic back in Sinnoh, but... well, let me tell ya, this had better be a temporary thing because, uh. Not digging the fact that you STOLE MY TEAM.
[He jabs the screen with his finger angrily, then lifts his hand in a 'calm down' motion. He gives a little sarcastic grunt.] Oh, oh! And this is really cute, I gotta say. You take my kick-ass team and give me... oh what's this! Yeah, it's a fucking starter. [The camera shifts quickly to show a Bulbasaur with a Pokeball in its mouth, chewing on it like a dog.] That's just... that's great. Really clever, guys. Ha. Ha. And where am I, Unova? Man, that's like fuckin'... halfway 'round the world. I was kinda in the middle of something back in Johto, now I gotta deal with this lame-ass evil Team shit. Swear to fucking Arceus, the police force is a joke. If any of you know something about this, just... reply to this message, 'kay?
Third-Person Sample:
Dave stood quietly in the Entralink wood for a few minutes, looking around judgmentally. He pulled a lighter and a battered pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, calmly taking a few puffs. No reason to freak out, right? It's not like he'd just been chilling in Olivine City a few minutes ago, checking out the sailboats and shit. Yeah.
Dave flicked the half-finished cigarette on the grass and ground it into the dirt with the toe of his shoe. He tilted his right arm towards him, noticing that he had somehow acquired a new, swanky Pokétch. Much cooler than his old one. He did not remember doing that. Seriously, had Holden slipped him some drugs or something? That Scrafty could get a hold of some crazy shit... At the thought of one of his Pokémon, Dave reached down to his belt where he kept his six Pokéballs. He looked down at it, his mouth open in shock. "What the FUCK."
There was only one Pokéball, and it wasn't one of his. He could tell, any trainer worth their shit could tell. This wasn't his Pokéball. He patted down his pockets, the pocket of his shirt -- Where the FUCK were his Pokéballs!? That was when he finally realized something was up. He pulled down the brim of his fedora in a 'let's get down to business' motion, and stormed towards some old guy standing by a sapling. "Yo, the fuck is going on, man!?"
Name: Cat
Contact: CatBrooksAnimation@gmail.com
Current Characters: Thomas Sinclair, Miror B., Toph Bei Fong
In-Character Information
Name: Dave
Series: Pokemon OC
Canon-Point: Halfway through the Johto League
History: Dave is 21 years old and has been doing this Pokemon thing since he was 14. He grew up in Hearthome City in Sinnoh, an only child of two very active participants in the Pokemon Contest scene. They were actually quite well known in the contest circles and raised Pokemon solely for use in contests. Despite their most intense efforts, Dave hates contests and found that the best way to annoy his parents was to use their precious contest Pokemon in battles. His "starter" Pokemon was a Smeargle that his parents had been attempting to train for contests but proved to be way too much of a beatnik.
Dave actually turned out to be really, really good at battling and, after defeating the Sinnoh League, he traveled to Kanto to rock them like a hurricane. Over this time he gathered a formidable team of Pokemon (consisting of his starter Smeargle, Porygon-Z, Alakazam, Scrafty, Tropius, and Whiscash.) Despite the fact that he is only really talented at one thing (battling) Dave is easily distracted by almost anything and sometimes lets months go by between gym battles. However, he is a certified Champion in both the Sinnoh and Indigo Leagues and was working on collecting Johto badges when he was kidnapped by the Entralink.
Personality: Dave is 100% Hipster. He liked things before they were cool and likes uncool things ironically. He disdains formal affairs and shows up in as ironic an outfit as possible, hangs out on the beach reading quasi-intellectual paperbacks and never touching the water, and owns a plethora of hats. He smokes Charliament Lights, drinks PokeBlue Ribbon, and occasionally wears black-rimmed glasses with no lenses. He is tall enough to look vaguely awkward and skinnier than is probably healthy. He is normally very chill, listening to vinyls with his Scrafty bro Holden and upholding a forcefully carefree lifestyle. He can be overly smug and annoyingly arrogant, but generally he's not a bad guy. Once you get past the aloofness.
He is in fact very good at battling, though. It's probably the only thing he is good at, actually, since his education is sadly lacking (yo, they said go to school or do Pokemon battles, I mean, seriously.) But ask him about natures and effort values and he'll school you, bro.
Powers: All the powers of IRONY! Or just none.
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur
Writing Samples
First-Person Sample:
Yeah, so. This is pretty lame, guys. [A very disapproving face appears on the Xtransceiver screen. Dave gives the camera a glare from behind lens-less black glasses and shakes his head slowly as if utterly disappointed.] I get it, this is some kind of ~crime syndicate plot~, right? [He punctuates the assertion with wiggly conspiracy fingers.] That's cool and all, very organized and shit. Can't say I've heard of mass teleportation kidnappings before. Old dude said there's, like, more than a dozen of us chumps, huh? Not as showy as ol' Team Galactic back in Sinnoh, but... well, let me tell ya, this had better be a temporary thing because, uh. Not digging the fact that you STOLE MY TEAM.
[He jabs the screen with his finger angrily, then lifts his hand in a 'calm down' motion. He gives a little sarcastic grunt.] Oh, oh! And this is really cute, I gotta say. You take my kick-ass team and give me... oh what's this! Yeah, it's a fucking starter. [The camera shifts quickly to show a Bulbasaur with a Pokeball in its mouth, chewing on it like a dog.] That's just... that's great. Really clever, guys. Ha. Ha. And where am I, Unova? Man, that's like fuckin'... halfway 'round the world. I was kinda in the middle of something back in Johto, now I gotta deal with this lame-ass evil Team shit. Swear to fucking Arceus, the police force is a joke. If any of you know something about this, just... reply to this message, 'kay?
Third-Person Sample:
Dave stood quietly in the Entralink wood for a few minutes, looking around judgmentally. He pulled a lighter and a battered pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, calmly taking a few puffs. No reason to freak out, right? It's not like he'd just been chilling in Olivine City a few minutes ago, checking out the sailboats and shit. Yeah.
Dave flicked the half-finished cigarette on the grass and ground it into the dirt with the toe of his shoe. He tilted his right arm towards him, noticing that he had somehow acquired a new, swanky Pokétch. Much cooler than his old one. He did not remember doing that. Seriously, had Holden slipped him some drugs or something? That Scrafty could get a hold of some crazy shit... At the thought of one of his Pokémon, Dave reached down to his belt where he kept his six Pokéballs. He looked down at it, his mouth open in shock. "What the FUCK."
There was only one Pokéball, and it wasn't one of his. He could tell, any trainer worth their shit could tell. This wasn't his Pokéball. He patted down his pockets, the pocket of his shirt -- Where the FUCK were his Pokéballs!? That was when he finally realized something was up. He pulled down the brim of his fedora in a 'let's get down to business' motion, and stormed towards some old guy standing by a sapling. "Yo, the fuck is going on, man!?"
