Post by trevor on Feb 20, 2018 13:30:20 GMT -5
Trevor Desmond egilhard
THE tamer POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| thirty six | male | plasma | pokemon tamer |
APPEARANCE
Of the 'tall, dark, and handsome' description, Trevor at least fits the 'tall' part. He stands at 6'8, and many people call him plain; brown hair cut to chin-length and only slightly shorter at the back with a beard that barely passes for lazy stubble; slate blue eyes with an apathetic look almost always present; sun-kissed skin not unknown to those who work outside for much of their livelihoods. He has strong features on his face and body; a larger build with long limbs and fingers. He was built for manual labor, just as his father and his father before him. The only scar left on his face from his years of working with pokemon is a scar that runs over his left eye. Many more scratches and marks accompany this, but because of his particular clothes they are very rarely seen.
The only items he carries are those deemed necessary for work, and his clothes are no different. Each item, save for steel-toed boots, is made to be loose - not dragging or baggy by any means, but never skin-tight unless there's a specific reason for it. Across his chest hangs a holster - one side for a pistol and dart gun with varying levels of tranquilizers, the other holds three small throwing daggers. A large red cloak with fur at the shoulders can be quickly fastened and undone from the shoulder pads on this holster. The cloak is water proof on the inside, warm and heavy for winter, and made of flame-resistant materials. The edges and furs are burned and scorched in places, but he does not trust another soul to make him a new cloak, so it remains until the material is useless completely.
About his waist is a bound a thick belt - the only equipment he does keep bound tightly.
It's only purpose is to house his whip and sword in easy access - the two pieces of equipment he uses most when taming.
The only items he carries are those deemed necessary for work, and his clothes are no different. Each item, save for steel-toed boots, is made to be loose - not dragging or baggy by any means, but never skin-tight unless there's a specific reason for it. Across his chest hangs a holster - one side for a pistol and dart gun with varying levels of tranquilizers, the other holds three small throwing daggers. A large red cloak with fur at the shoulders can be quickly fastened and undone from the shoulder pads on this holster. The cloak is water proof on the inside, warm and heavy for winter, and made of flame-resistant materials. The edges and furs are burned and scorched in places, but he does not trust another soul to make him a new cloak, so it remains until the material is useless completely.
About his waist is a bound a thick belt - the only equipment he does keep bound tightly.
It's only purpose is to house his whip and sword in easy access - the two pieces of equipment he uses most when taming.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - adaptable - clever - stoic - organized - practical NEGATIVE - apathetic - amoral - sarcastic - untrusting - assertive | Trevor is adaptable to most situations. He never got used to staying in one spot since his mid-teen years, and so, he actually gets antsy if he stays in one place for too long. It's unusual for him to admit to any emotion, but travelling is one thing he would hands-down agree to enjoying. His apathetic nature makes him hard to read in most times, but it has not made him feel guilt for leaving behind friends he's made or a family he's created to get back out on the road. The only exception to this is the close relationship he shares with his extensive list of siblings and most children. He tends to want to make children happy - something left over from his own childhood and not wanting to become like his father - and tries to give them a little goodness in their day. Years of working with pokemon have made him a clever man to deal with. His reactions are spot-on and hardly ever in the way one might expect of him. His reactions are so limited that few expect much of him, even. He doesn't purposefully play the part of fool, but his tendency to stick in the dark until time to act becomes almost habit. He knows almost everything there is to know about most pokemon he's worked with and seen - and many of those years spent travelling has made his knowledge abundant. He is very assertive in his art, amoral in its execution. Whatever means he must use to make a pokemon bend to his will, he uses it, and damn anyone who says otherwise. As long as there's coin to be made from his practice, why change? Trevor rarely complains. The beatings and bruises from working with pokemon have made him immensely stoic. In cases where he does get bitten or burned by a pokemon he's very unlikely to complain or even heed an injury unless it's incapacitating or life-threatening. He takes words as humor in the case that people make threats towards him, and picks fights with anyone feisty enough to fall into his sarcatic baits. He is slow to anger in any situation and rarely freezes when threatened with a challenge. Having a few apprentices has lead him to be untrusting of most peoples' abilities. The only ones he trusts with his life to this day are the very few friends he made in his military years and his siblings. He micromanages his work to keep organized and to be sure the job is done right. The apprentices he's had have lead him to lose clients or nearly a limb, and so now he works alone or only with his own pokemon - ones that he has trained himself. He finds it the most practical way of going about his business, and does not live in a dreamland where halfway gets the job done. |
BACKGROUND
When Trevor was young he grew up as the third child, second-to-youngest, of a hated, strict man. Some say it was the military life that sucked all of his father's joy away, others thought he was just mad. But even after a few of his wives mysteriously disappeared, the authorities never found evidence of abuse. Trevor himself was the result of a drunken night out; he shares close birthdays with his 'older' brother, who is really only older than him by mere days. Trevor fell into his father's fingers after his mother decided she didn't want him at age 3.
It was no less than miserable. His father's then-wife never really accepted him or his eldest sister as her children. She spent most of her efforts on her own birth son - the same one that was Trevor's age. His father was far from being caring - the most he did was put food on the table for his family and put his children to work as soon as they could walk without falling over.
Their main source of income was on a farm raising a few different pokemon for meat. They had hundreds of acres - and pokemon - to care for. When Trevor was young, he was afraid of most of the pokemon. His sister tried to slowly introduce him to the pokemon one by one so that he wouldn't be afraid and could work with them more easily, but as soon as their father found out, he found the meanest miltank he could and locked him in the barn until Trevor stopped screaming and found the best way to avoid getting trampled by the pokemon.
His next few years were spent working hard on the farm, feeding and caring for the animals. All the siblings helped in the chores, worked to the bone each day while their father reaped the benefits. If they piped any kind of discomfort with the work, they could expect no less than a hard hand and a dinnerless night or two. His siblings were the only comfort Trevor had until he was 9, when his step-mother disappeared after a long spell of arguments. His father remarried none too long after to the sweetest woman that existed. She helped the kids with their chores, was sure that they all had playtime during the day, and told the kids stories - all things that their previous stepmother reserved for her only birth son.
With this woman, Trevor had his first and only younger brother, and even after multiple arguments with her husband, he, too started working when he was too young. Once the youngest was of age,
their eldest sister was old enough and moved out of that house to make her own way as a seamstress, leaving the three brothers with their parents and the farm.
In his early teens, Trevor made himself handy with a whip - both for keeping the pokemon under control as well as wild pokemon at bay. The work of moving pokemon provided him practically endless opportunities to practice - so long as he didn't hurt their pokemon badly, his father didn't care much, and when no one else was looking, he learned tricks with it. By the time he was sixteen he could keep any pokemon off the farm and any on knew not to mess with the boy.
It was around this time that another woman started hanging around, and when their stepmother found out, she had decided she wanted to separate - planned to move in with the boys' sister, who had been making it rather well. A few days later, an 'accident' with some machinery cost her her life. The other woman started hanging around more, but Trevor ignored her. He and his brother became busy with making plans to move out, same as their sister, during their last year forced to stay with their father.
The easiest they got into was the military. They were already used to discipline, and so doing grunt work didn't bother either. Trevor worked at the job, his brother was more lax and ended up leaving it, too, as soon as he could. Trevor stayed, figuring he would save up his money as much as he could. Once he was finally deployed, he found a whole new world in another region. New pokemon, new places, different everything. He got to see the ocean and eat different foods - and it was possibly the first time he was actually happy.
Eight years he spent in the military. Six of those were spent working with pokemon because of his upbringing. He was selected to be part of a squad that specialized in training pokemon for usage in the field. They were trained to protect the soldiers and follow any command given without question or hesitation. Trevor found the work interesting and promising, and is the main cause of his exposure to so many pokemon. Any pokemon that was thrown at him would eventually be tamed, even ones that many deemed 'un-tameable'.
After his highlights in the military, word spread about him - about a person who could tame even the pokemon gods themselves. This was not true, of course - he had never even run into a legendary pokemon yet. He began getting letters from the wealthy with rare and exotic pokemon that were out of control and wanted him to make them calm and timid. Once his time in the military was up, he ventured out to some of these, finding even more aggressive and wild pokemon to tame.
He contacted his sister and brothers during this time. Apparently his father had remarried three more times and had even more children to 'work' for him. His sister had adopted two of the children, but begged Trevor to help release the others. Trevor mulled about for some time about it, but finally paid his dear dad a visit along with his brother. Conditions had gotten worse at his homestead. The pokemon were all acting like wild beasts and the house looked as if they shared it with the pokemon. Seven children ran around, punching and choking each other like mankeys and it smelled like nothing less than somewhere, something had been left to die and stench up the place. Trevor was left to deal with the children outside before they left. His brother never did tell him if he ended up leaving their father alive.
Trevor escaped that mess of siblings for a few years while the eldest three siblings tried to care for the youngest children, claiming that the work kept him busy. He sent them money from time to time to help. In reality he was afraid of becoming like his father, and felt that distancing himself from his younger siblings would keep him from doing so. All it really did was raise tension between himself and his closest siblings - something he didn't even recognize until his younger brother confronted him. He started spending longer times with his family - staying for weeks at a time rather than days when he happened to be close.
The tensions lessened, and Trevor found himself enjoying the time with his family more and more. But his heart still belonged with traveling and seeing the world and new pokemon. He managed to work out a system so he could still fulfill requests of clients and spend time with his family. The siblings became a close-knit group, but Trevor always felt like the oddball for leaving so often - that never truly bothered him, though.
A few of his younger siblings took interest in his work, and he tried to teach them and took on a few others in his time. Either he was a terrible tutor or they all just didn't listen well, because all of them either got hurt or got him hurt well enough that he swore he would never try to teach another living soul to tame pokemon like he did.
Years he spent wandering between regions and his home, trading skill for a hefty fine. And then he got a message from a Plasma in the Anrui region about a few tasks they had for him...
It was no less than miserable. His father's then-wife never really accepted him or his eldest sister as her children. She spent most of her efforts on her own birth son - the same one that was Trevor's age. His father was far from being caring - the most he did was put food on the table for his family and put his children to work as soon as they could walk without falling over.
Their main source of income was on a farm raising a few different pokemon for meat. They had hundreds of acres - and pokemon - to care for. When Trevor was young, he was afraid of most of the pokemon. His sister tried to slowly introduce him to the pokemon one by one so that he wouldn't be afraid and could work with them more easily, but as soon as their father found out, he found the meanest miltank he could and locked him in the barn until Trevor stopped screaming and found the best way to avoid getting trampled by the pokemon.
His next few years were spent working hard on the farm, feeding and caring for the animals. All the siblings helped in the chores, worked to the bone each day while their father reaped the benefits. If they piped any kind of discomfort with the work, they could expect no less than a hard hand and a dinnerless night or two. His siblings were the only comfort Trevor had until he was 9, when his step-mother disappeared after a long spell of arguments. His father remarried none too long after to the sweetest woman that existed. She helped the kids with their chores, was sure that they all had playtime during the day, and told the kids stories - all things that their previous stepmother reserved for her only birth son.
With this woman, Trevor had his first and only younger brother, and even after multiple arguments with her husband, he, too started working when he was too young. Once the youngest was of age,
their eldest sister was old enough and moved out of that house to make her own way as a seamstress, leaving the three brothers with their parents and the farm.
In his early teens, Trevor made himself handy with a whip - both for keeping the pokemon under control as well as wild pokemon at bay. The work of moving pokemon provided him practically endless opportunities to practice - so long as he didn't hurt their pokemon badly, his father didn't care much, and when no one else was looking, he learned tricks with it. By the time he was sixteen he could keep any pokemon off the farm and any on knew not to mess with the boy.
It was around this time that another woman started hanging around, and when their stepmother found out, she had decided she wanted to separate - planned to move in with the boys' sister, who had been making it rather well. A few days later, an 'accident' with some machinery cost her her life. The other woman started hanging around more, but Trevor ignored her. He and his brother became busy with making plans to move out, same as their sister, during their last year forced to stay with their father.
The easiest they got into was the military. They were already used to discipline, and so doing grunt work didn't bother either. Trevor worked at the job, his brother was more lax and ended up leaving it, too, as soon as he could. Trevor stayed, figuring he would save up his money as much as he could. Once he was finally deployed, he found a whole new world in another region. New pokemon, new places, different everything. He got to see the ocean and eat different foods - and it was possibly the first time he was actually happy.
Eight years he spent in the military. Six of those were spent working with pokemon because of his upbringing. He was selected to be part of a squad that specialized in training pokemon for usage in the field. They were trained to protect the soldiers and follow any command given without question or hesitation. Trevor found the work interesting and promising, and is the main cause of his exposure to so many pokemon. Any pokemon that was thrown at him would eventually be tamed, even ones that many deemed 'un-tameable'.
After his highlights in the military, word spread about him - about a person who could tame even the pokemon gods themselves. This was not true, of course - he had never even run into a legendary pokemon yet. He began getting letters from the wealthy with rare and exotic pokemon that were out of control and wanted him to make them calm and timid. Once his time in the military was up, he ventured out to some of these, finding even more aggressive and wild pokemon to tame.
He contacted his sister and brothers during this time. Apparently his father had remarried three more times and had even more children to 'work' for him. His sister had adopted two of the children, but begged Trevor to help release the others. Trevor mulled about for some time about it, but finally paid his dear dad a visit along with his brother. Conditions had gotten worse at his homestead. The pokemon were all acting like wild beasts and the house looked as if they shared it with the pokemon. Seven children ran around, punching and choking each other like mankeys and it smelled like nothing less than somewhere, something had been left to die and stench up the place. Trevor was left to deal with the children outside before they left. His brother never did tell him if he ended up leaving their father alive.
Trevor escaped that mess of siblings for a few years while the eldest three siblings tried to care for the youngest children, claiming that the work kept him busy. He sent them money from time to time to help. In reality he was afraid of becoming like his father, and felt that distancing himself from his younger siblings would keep him from doing so. All it really did was raise tension between himself and his closest siblings - something he didn't even recognize until his younger brother confronted him. He started spending longer times with his family - staying for weeks at a time rather than days when he happened to be close.
The tensions lessened, and Trevor found himself enjoying the time with his family more and more. But his heart still belonged with traveling and seeing the world and new pokemon. He managed to work out a system so he could still fulfill requests of clients and spend time with his family. The siblings became a close-knit group, but Trevor always felt like the oddball for leaving so often - that never truly bothered him, though.
A few of his younger siblings took interest in his work, and he tried to teach them and took on a few others in his time. Either he was a terrible tutor or they all just didn't listen well, because all of them either got hurt or got him hurt well enough that he swore he would never try to teach another living soul to tame pokemon like he did.
Years he spent wandering between regions and his home, trading skill for a hefty fine. And then he got a message from a Plasma in the Anrui region about a few tasks they had for him...
POKEMON
NICKNAME. SPECIES. GENDER. LEVEL __.
ATTACK 1. ATTACK 2. ATTACK 3. ATTACK 4. ATTACK 5. ATTACK 6.
ATTACK 1. ATTACK 2. ATTACK 3. ATTACK 4. ATTACK 5. ATTACK 6.
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MISCELLANEOUS
| OOC NAME | FACECLAIM |
| atomicwarkitten | [b]CASTLEVANIA, ANIMATED SERIES[/b] - Trevor Egilhard, [i]trevor belmont[/i] |
