Post by anselm on May 31, 2011 19:15:52 GMT -6
ANSELM CAELAN MILES
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NAME: Anselm Caelan Miles
NICKNAMES: Fluffy (he only allowed his little sister call him that)
GENDER: Male
AGE: Fifteen years
SPEICES: Pokemorph -- Linoone
SEXUALITY: Bisexual -- leans more towards males
HOME: Fortree City
OCCUPATION: 'Civilian' -- Anselm is pretty much a wandering pickpocket
TYPE OF CHOICE: Normal type Pokemon -- fast, quiet Pokemon
THEME SONG: If These Walls Could Talk - Vic Mignogna
APPERANCE: Anselm looks like your normal Linoone pokemorph. Well, I guess that could be if you can call a pokemorph 'normal'. He stands at only five feet four inches, making him pretty short for a boy his age. Though one would think of his weight to be well over one hundred pounds like other fifteen year old boys, Anselm weighs in only at eighty-nine pounds. What looks like additional weight is just from his slightly baggy coat. His finger nails are long and sharp, and it takes a lot to break them.
No matter how much time he spends in the sun or in the dark, his skin always stays the same Linoone fur cream color. Some also compare his skin to white chocolate at times, but they normally just walk off with rumbling stomachs. His eyes are icy blue, and they always show the boy's true emotions, no matter what he tries to make others think. His hair is a bit feathery in style, and it only comes down to barely touch his shoulders. Like the rest of him, his hair is dual-colored--mainly cream with brown in the front. Perched on his head, barely noticable in the right light, are two cream ears. Linoone ears. They seem completely lifeless at times, but they do twitch every so often. You just have to watch for it.
His clothing consists of the same thing each day, no matter what. He wears a baggy, cream-and-bown coat that comes down just enough to cover most of his (once more) cream-and-brown tail. The coat ends in spikes, and the hood is lined with thick cream fur. Under the coat is a plain, cream tank top. His pants are mostly cream. They end with brown, and the edges are spiked like the tail of his coat. A black belt is also always found around his waist. Although, in the image, he wears two brown shoes, he only wears them when going into buildings. You know, the whole No Shirts, No Shoes, No Service thing most places go by? Yeah, that's the reason. He never wears them outside, however, because the two large claws on each of his feet always break through the shoes' leather, and they are very uncomfortable.
PERSONALITY: Anselm is one who is always trying to make himself seem what he is not. His true self is rather timid and clingy. He hates being alone, and he will often trail after anyone who has been kind to him. At times, people compare him to a lost puppy. He has never liked that comparision, but he doesn't try to argue. Although a Linoone is more of a badger, the puppy comparison just keeps continuing. At night, he will supconsciously curl up near the closest warm being.
The personality he puts on when trying to impress someone or try to get someone to accept him is the polar opposite of his true self. He keeps up an I'm-so-brave look, and he will instantly accept any task. This side of him also is what got him into the pickpocket business. Anselm will never give up, especially while around others. He believes that, in order to get accepted by the humans, he must make himself seem like a go-to guy for everything. He even tries to make himself look emotionless, but that never works out. Of course, his true side likes to leak out many times a day, too.
Anselm has a magor fear of being forgotten or left behind. His whole family did that to him, and it just tore his heart in two. He always tries to keep people from just leaving him. Human contact is his main focus on this fear since it was humans who left him before. [fail personality~]
LIKES:
- Snow -- who doesn't?
- Rain -- it makes me smell like a wet dog, but oh well...
- Sweets -- i rarely get to have sweets! it makes me sad...
- Warm people -- humans are like warm water bottles... just, don't ask...
- Nature -- nature is my home. why wouldn't i like it?
- Human food -- i get sick of berries at times...
- Following orders -- this might just be the pokemon inside me, but i get very happy when i can follow someone's command.
- Round objects -- it's the linoone in me...
DIS-LIKES:
- Tree nuts -- they're too hard to open up without the help of the wild pokemon. plus, they taste weird...
- Warm days -- heh, i like warm people, but not warm days. the pokemon dna makes my body warm enough, and the scorching sun doesn't help.
- Being scolded -- yet i'm a pickpocket... how does that work out? oh right! i rarely get caught.
- Being looked at strangely -- hey! haven't you ever seen a linoone pokemorph before!?
- Being forgotten or left alone -- it's happened before, and i really didn't like the feeling it came with.
- Cages -- god, do i need to get started on these things?
- Gunfire -- i'm a bit gun shy. so what?
- Corners -- well, i'm fine while walking, but they never work with me while running...
FEARS:
- Being forgotten or left alone -- just look up...
- Disappointing/losing those who are close to him -- i just... i don't want to lose anyone anymore, and being a disappointment to them will just make this happen faster...
- Water -- eh... i... i can't swim...
HABITS:
- Carving into anything wooden -- it's something i do without knowing. i try to keep my hands free of wooden objects because of this.
- Yelping -- i-it's only when you surprise me!
- Digging when nervous -- eh heh...
MOTHER: Acacia Miles || 43 years || Teacher
FATHER: Ilbert Miles || 45 years || Business Man at some fancy place
SIBLINGS: Zinnia Miles | 7 years | Female | Elementary schooler
OTHER: N/A
BADGES: N/A
RIBBONS: N/A
HISTORY: Anselm started off like any other child born in Fortree City. His parents taught him how to climb ladders and trees before they actually taught him to walk. Pretty strange, huh? Well, in Fortree, you kind of need to have climbing skills, or you will never get to your house. He always liked the idea of living in a tree house, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
His father was a busy man, so Anselm would always follow his mother around like a little group of ducklings do to their mother. When she was working at the local treetop school, he would help her out as much as he could. You know, passing out papers, erasing the chalkboard, sharpening pencils... OK, scratch out that last part. He wasn't allowed anywhere near the pencils. Remember his 'carving into wooden objects' habit? Yeah, he has had that ever since he was first given a wooden toy at the age of one, and his mother didn't like that one bit.
As the years passed, his mother's stomach started expanding. Being the pure, innocent little boy he was, his mother had a very hard time explaining how and why her stomach was getting bigger. So, she just went with When my stomach gets large enough, a Delibird will come down, shrink my stomach, and give me a new baby in return! Heh, some lie, huh? He bought it, though. Actually, he kept staring at the sky, searching for said Delibird.
Finally, after his eighth birthday, his new baby sister was born. Anselm was whining about how he didn't get to see the Delibird, but he soon got over it. His new sister grew faster than he expected, and she was soon running around, doing god knows what.
On his tenth birthday, tragedy struck. His mother was off shopping with Zinnia, and his father was, of course, at work. Whoever thought that leaving a ten year old home alone was a good idea should really start thinking things through... Anselm was playing with some of the neighborhood stray Pokemon, sticking close to the large tree holding his house. A pair of seemingly nice young men walked up to him, a smile plastered on their faces. They offered to show him 'one of the rarest Pokemon in the world'. Being an easily manipulated little boy, he accepted. Wrong. Choice.
Once out of eye distance, a black van pulled up, and he was shoved, rather rudely, into the back. They blindfolded him, bound his wrists in rope, and shut the door. The van drove for what seemed like forever before it stopped. He was then led into a boat. Of course, they stuffed him in a crate that said fragile on it. Pfft. Some first class service.
A month and countless new, clean crates later, they arrived in Johto. Why they went over to Hoenn to capture a little boy, who knows. The rest of that day was just a blur for Anselm, seeing how he was blindfolded and then knocked out. They sure know how to treat a little kid, that's for sure. When he woke up, he found out that he was out for a whole seaons. He was trapped in a cage that was large enough for him to walk around in. What he noticed first was that he felt lighter, and he felt warmer. He realised what he was turned into after catching a glimpse of his relection in a mirror on the other side of the room.
For two years, the men ran various tests on him. They even beat him in order to see how much he could endure with his new strength. From everything that went on, you would think they were training him for a Pokeathlon or something. Two years of torture, sweat, and blood. Most would have snapped by then, but Anselm kept on enduring it, becoming more and more timid. Of course, this is where his dislike of being scolded came from. A scolding from them meant a few new bruises. When he was praised, they gave him a treat. It was truly like they were training a dog or something.
A few months later, some seemed to have spilled the beans on what was going on. The Police where there in an instant. It was then that he was able to know where he was located--an abandoned building in the middle of no where. Seeing the light of day again was a horrific experience for him. One of the female officers easily took note of this and placed a pair of sunglasses on his head. After giving him his name and old address, the police called his parents. They were over in the blink of an eye. Literally. His father had an Alakazam who knew Teleport.
When they saw him, his father was instantly disgusted. He had an image to uphold, and a 'freak' of a son wouldn't help it. His mother and sister, however, instantly enveloped him in a warm bear hug. When Zinnia first saw him, she instantly stated that he was to be called Fluffy. Of course, she was only able to call him that for that single day. His father, with a cold look in his eyes, barked at his mother that they were leaving, without Anselm. This crushed his heart, tearing it into tiny peices and tossing them to the wind. Zinnia clung to him like a lifeline, crying and wailing, no wanting to lose her brother again. His father just yanked her away, not caring that her high-pitched voices grew louder and louder. The last he saw of his family, his father was forcibly dragging them away, both his mother and sister crying.
That was the start of Anselm's years alone. For the next three years, he wandered around Johto, searching for a place to now call home. He often thought of crossing over to Kanto, but he always talked himself out of it. He found an old lady who took him in as a 'child' in a heartbeat, but she died only five months afterwards. This, of course, tore at his heart once more. Now, at the age of fifteen, Anselm is still alone.
[/size][/font]NICKNAME: Just call me Anselm. :3 Though, I will respond to any nicknames you randomly assign me. -even responds to 'butler' at school-
AGE: Fourteen and proud of it!
FOUNDATION: Proboards Support~ such a magical place
EXPERIENCE: Intermediate, but it always depends on muse
FRIENDS: N/A
