Post by Noland Buckley on Aug 28, 2013 11:21:08 GMT -5
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 | [attr=class,appfield]NOLAND MARK BUCKLEY | ||
[attr=class,appfield]MALE | [attr=class,appfield]40 | [attr=class,appfield]GAY | |
[attr=class,appfield]NEUTRAL | [attr=class,appfield]EXPLORES SHIT | [attr=class,appfield]NUMS | |
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[attr=class,apptitle]APPEARANCE
[attr=class,apptxt]Noland’s eyes are deep set with the beginnings of wrinkles framing them. His nose is large and straight, taking up a good portion of his face. Of course, a line connects his nose to his mouth on each side, but it’s mostly hidden by scruffy facial hair. Other miscellaneous wrinkles are littered across his face, bur he hardly wants to dwell on those. His cheeks and nose seem to be permanently red, from a combination of too much sun and too much beer.
When it comes to clothing he could hardly care. Most of his clothes are from an op-shop and almost all of them have holes in them somewhere. Button up shirts fill most of his wardrobe, each of them a solid colour. He prefers whites and browns, but he does have the occasional light blue or peach. In colder weather he'll wear his jacket – brown and made of imitation leather – but since moving back to Anrui he hasn't needed it. Like most people he's got a few pairs of jeans and a few pairs of trousers.
In terms of 'accessories' (he could not be caught dead describing them as such) he has a standard Pokeball belt (smuggled in from god knows where) that's modded to hold a few other necessities, such a canteen and a very sturdy length of rope. He also has a rather large backpack which holds all of the essentials, from dried food to a sleeping bag. He's very prepared for things to go wrong.
It's very rare, but occasionally you'll see Noland wearing a pair of brown framed, square reading glasses when he needs to get a better look at something. He tends to play any mention of them off with a joke about how he must be getting old, but the truth is that he's very insecure about his signs of aging.
When it comes to clothing he could hardly care. Most of his clothes are from an op-shop and almost all of them have holes in them somewhere. Button up shirts fill most of his wardrobe, each of them a solid colour. He prefers whites and browns, but he does have the occasional light blue or peach. In colder weather he'll wear his jacket – brown and made of imitation leather – but since moving back to Anrui he hasn't needed it. Like most people he's got a few pairs of jeans and a few pairs of trousers.
In terms of 'accessories' (he could not be caught dead describing them as such) he has a standard Pokeball belt (smuggled in from god knows where) that's modded to hold a few other necessities, such a canteen and a very sturdy length of rope. He also has a rather large backpack which holds all of the essentials, from dried food to a sleeping bag. He's very prepared for things to go wrong.
It's very rare, but occasionally you'll see Noland wearing a pair of brown framed, square reading glasses when he needs to get a better look at something. He tends to play any mention of them off with a joke about how he must be getting old, but the truth is that he's very insecure about his signs of aging.
[attr=class,apptitle]PERSONALITY
[attr=class,apptxt]He's not a mean bloke, but he's also not the sort to give a stranger the shirt off his back. And not the sort to give a friend the shirt off his back. His daughter, yeah, but he really can't imagine a situation where she'd need his shirt. Really, what situation calls for immediate shirt removal?
When it comes to people Noland is pretty good. He's friendly enough to get by, even if he's not very good at reading situations. At times he'll make some bad jokes (or make terrible puns) but it's not a chronic habit. He's perfectly happy either in a crowd or alone, but nothing's quite as doing some good exploring alone.
He's naturally curious and will often try to understand how things work by taking them apart. Thanks to this he's gained some skills in putting things back together and, to a lesser degree, improving things. He's no skilled mechanic, of course, but if a pokeball is damaged he can put it together, he can change a car tire and other simple things like that.
Noland is not at all good with routine. He can hardly show up to a place on time, let alone wake up at the same time every day. Or worse, do the same thing every day. He finds it much easier to do things he needs to do (or, more lately, wants to do) in the order he wants to do them in. He's perfectly willing to change his plan in a heart beat, to role with the punches, to play it by ear, ect.
When it comes to politics he doesn't really care that much. Sure, Plasma does some things badly, but what other option do they even have? He doesn't know and he doesn't care. He's willing to keep Pokemon which is, apparently, some strange act of rebellion and against the law, but he sure isn't going to organise some starlight silent protest because of it. He's far too laid back for any of that nonsense.
He's also moderately religious. Arceus is, of course, the figure of this religion and he'll pray whenever he gets the chance. Or needs somethings. He doesn't like swearing or using Arceus' name in vain, but he's not going to kick up a fuss about it if someone else does (unless they're being outrageously over the top or doing it to annoy him). He can be a little preachy at times, but it's nothing major.
Uncovering artefacts (read: miscellaneous junk) is his favourite thing to do, and lately he's been doing it a lot more. A friend of his owns an old antique shop (that doubles as a black market Pokemon shop, but keep that on the down low) and is happy to buy whatever he finds in the old houses around Hyo. It's nothing like the caves and ancient burial grounds he used to explore, but it's a living.
And, of course, he's straight. Yep. Entirely. No doubt. He's just not interested in a relationship at the moment.
When it comes to people Noland is pretty good. He's friendly enough to get by, even if he's not very good at reading situations. At times he'll make some bad jokes (or make terrible puns) but it's not a chronic habit. He's perfectly happy either in a crowd or alone, but nothing's quite as doing some good exploring alone.
He's naturally curious and will often try to understand how things work by taking them apart. Thanks to this he's gained some skills in putting things back together and, to a lesser degree, improving things. He's no skilled mechanic, of course, but if a pokeball is damaged he can put it together, he can change a car tire and other simple things like that.
Noland is not at all good with routine. He can hardly show up to a place on time, let alone wake up at the same time every day. Or worse, do the same thing every day. He finds it much easier to do things he needs to do (or, more lately, wants to do) in the order he wants to do them in. He's perfectly willing to change his plan in a heart beat, to role with the punches, to play it by ear, ect.
When it comes to politics he doesn't really care that much. Sure, Plasma does some things badly, but what other option do they even have? He doesn't know and he doesn't care. He's willing to keep Pokemon which is, apparently, some strange act of rebellion and against the law, but he sure isn't going to organise some starlight silent protest because of it. He's far too laid back for any of that nonsense.
He's also moderately religious. Arceus is, of course, the figure of this religion and he'll pray whenever he gets the chance. Or needs somethings. He doesn't like swearing or using Arceus' name in vain, but he's not going to kick up a fuss about it if someone else does (unless they're being outrageously over the top or doing it to annoy him). He can be a little preachy at times, but it's nothing major.
Uncovering artefacts (read: miscellaneous junk) is his favourite thing to do, and lately he's been doing it a lot more. A friend of his owns an old antique shop (that doubles as a black market Pokemon shop, but keep that on the down low) and is happy to buy whatever he finds in the old houses around Hyo. It's nothing like the caves and ancient burial grounds he used to explore, but it's a living.
And, of course, he's straight. Yep. Entirely. No doubt. He's just not interested in a relationship at the moment.
[attr=class,apptitle]HISTORY
[attr=class,apptxt]Noland was a planned child, the second of three. His parents weren't wealthy or poor, and his siblings were neither outstandingly good or bad. Everyone was on the side of homophobia, but that wasn't something he'd complain about just yet. Life was average, and average was boring. By the time he turned five he was out exploring the world. Caves were always good, and so were alleyways. There were a lot of options, considering Mistralton City was within walking distance of Chargestone Cave and, Mistralon Cave and Driftveil City. He got lost more than his fair share of times; one it was three days before his parents found him, dirty, hungry and attacked by Pokemon.
His older sister was the first to leave, going off to become a Pokemon trainer. His younger brother was off next, planning to become a doctor. Both of them succeeded with their goals relatively quickly, but not before Noland could leave for himself. He left with the hopes of becoming an archaeologist. None of the kids were extraordinary in their fields, but gyms were beaten and lives were saved and pottery was found.
The school work was interesting, but not as interesting as his first experience on the field was. He may not of found anything of value, but seeing the first glimpse of brown among the sand has always stuck with him.
For many years he travelled around the globe, learning a lot about ancient civilisations and even more current ones. Occasionally he'd find something valuable he could sell that was completely unrelated to his job. It was when he was selling something (a rather large gold nugget that didn't seem to be important) that he met her; the woman who would become his wife.
She was conventionally attractive with pale skin and dark hair. She was forward enough to ask for his number he handed it over quickly and clumsily. A few dates turned into a steady relationship, the relationship turned to marriage, and marriage turned to a child.
Holding his daughter for the first time was and is the happiest moment of Noland's life. He took on jobs a lot less so he could stay at home with his family, and eventually the work started to peter out. That was okay, though, because it meant that he could help his daughter with whatever she needed instead of spending most of the money he earned on expensive cross-region phone calls to make sure things were okay.
Noland, now with a steady place to live, started making more and more friends. He'd occasionally be invited to a party or to the pub, and he'd almost always accept the offer. He never had an alcohol problem – he could easily go dry for months - but through the years he drank his fair share.
At one one of these parties he him; a guy who successfully (and accidentally) ruined his marriage. Too much beer and what must have been a juvenile dare combined in a kiss (it must have been, he can't actually remember) that ended up all over facebook by the next day. His wife didn't believe that it was a one off thing, nor did she think it was appropriate for him to be kissing a man at all (honestly, neither did he, because really, who does that?).
The next day he was out of the house and after 12 months divorce papers were filed. Noland still thinks that a divorce was a gross overreaction, but if his wife wanted to leave him he could hardly force her to stay. He still saw his daughter often, but he didn't do anything to patch up his marriage. He also didn't see that guy again, which was sort of a shame and sort of okay.
It took far too long for the divorce to be settled, and it's still a sore sport for him. His daughter is now eleven and sees him every second weekend, but he can't work out how to explain why he and her mother aren't together any more. He's recently taken to teach her to scavenge for valuable things in the houses of Hyo, but he makes sure to check the houses out for rotten floors and rusty nails first so she won't get hurt.
His older sister was the first to leave, going off to become a Pokemon trainer. His younger brother was off next, planning to become a doctor. Both of them succeeded with their goals relatively quickly, but not before Noland could leave for himself. He left with the hopes of becoming an archaeologist. None of the kids were extraordinary in their fields, but gyms were beaten and lives were saved and pottery was found.
The school work was interesting, but not as interesting as his first experience on the field was. He may not of found anything of value, but seeing the first glimpse of brown among the sand has always stuck with him.
For many years he travelled around the globe, learning a lot about ancient civilisations and even more current ones. Occasionally he'd find something valuable he could sell that was completely unrelated to his job. It was when he was selling something (a rather large gold nugget that didn't seem to be important) that he met her; the woman who would become his wife.
She was conventionally attractive with pale skin and dark hair. She was forward enough to ask for his number he handed it over quickly and clumsily. A few dates turned into a steady relationship, the relationship turned to marriage, and marriage turned to a child.
Holding his daughter for the first time was and is the happiest moment of Noland's life. He took on jobs a lot less so he could stay at home with his family, and eventually the work started to peter out. That was okay, though, because it meant that he could help his daughter with whatever she needed instead of spending most of the money he earned on expensive cross-region phone calls to make sure things were okay.
Noland, now with a steady place to live, started making more and more friends. He'd occasionally be invited to a party or to the pub, and he'd almost always accept the offer. He never had an alcohol problem – he could easily go dry for months - but through the years he drank his fair share.
At one one of these parties he him; a guy who successfully (and accidentally) ruined his marriage. Too much beer and what must have been a juvenile dare combined in a kiss (it must have been, he can't actually remember) that ended up all over facebook by the next day. His wife didn't believe that it was a one off thing, nor did she think it was appropriate for him to be kissing a man at all (honestly, neither did he, because really, who does that?).
The next day he was out of the house and after 12 months divorce papers were filed. Noland still thinks that a divorce was a gross overreaction, but if his wife wanted to leave him he could hardly force her to stay. He still saw his daughter often, but he didn't do anything to patch up his marriage. He also didn't see that guy again, which was sort of a shame and sort of okay.
It took far too long for the divorce to be settled, and it's still a sore sport for him. His daughter is now eleven and sees him every second weekend, but he can't work out how to explain why he and her mother aren't together any more. He's recently taken to teach her to scavenge for valuable things in the houses of Hyo, but he makes sure to check the houses out for rotten floors and rusty nails first so she won't get hurt.
[attr=class,apptitle]MISC.
[attr=class,apptxt]Very closeted. A little homophobic and very scared.