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Joined: Oct 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 45 Location: Running from the Killer Bunny. Karma: 0 |  | Vark Howell « Thread Started on Nov 16, 2008, 9:46pm » | |
Name: Vark Howell
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: He has short red hair, and is around 5''6. He is thin, spindly, and a bit awkward. He wears a necklace with a rough, brown stone pendant. He made this necklace himself, and it has no other sort of purpose than to give him a tie to home. His nose is, oddly, hooked like a predatory bird's beak. It's one of the only slightly rough things about him. His eyes are green, and often have a look that a fleeing bird has in its eyes: it's called 'sheer panic'. Often, this is because somebody's picked him as easy prey. Which he is.
He wears a plain sleeveless black shirt, blue jeans, and grey-ish sneakers that used to be white, but have dirt ingrained into them now. He wears bike gloves that are also black, matching his shirt and his bicycle. His bike keys are located in his shirt pocket.
Personality: He is easily panicked, and hates crowds. He also hates being confined in small spaces, or hemmed in. He doesn't make friends easily, as he's a bit afraid of interacting with other humans. All of this makes him a target by any who pleasure themselves with hurting others weaker than them. However, he does have a bit of a fiery temper. He suppresses it with all his might, as he thinks that doing anything will just make situations worse. He may become a bit more confident over time. And yet, he's got quite the vocabulary, and learns almost everything quickly.
History: He lived on a ranch in the country that hardly ever got human contact. Business was bad, obviously, and because of this his mother and him would go out to a town sometimes to advertise. He found that he absolutely hated interacting with people, finding most people's questions unintelligent, and the intelligent ones couldn't get away to the country to get to their ranch. He, therefore, hated to sell pokemon. He would often get stolen from, as well, being seen as an easy target. In this way he learned to hate crowds, since these were the places that he was most oftentimes stolen from. Finally, he had had enough of going to torturous cities with his mother, and going home to his lazy-butt father, and spent most of his savings on going to Evine Region, hoping to find some peace and quiet.
Other: He has a black bike, and a chain bike lock.
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