Post by Renly Martell on Jul 8, 2016 11:07:45 GMT -5
RENLY LORAS MARTELL.
THE HOUSE POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| FIFTEEN. | MALE. | RESISTANCE | TEENAGER |
APPEARANCE
Renly does not look his age whatsoever. Most teenagers his age still have baby-fat, are awkward, and are probably still pretty short. He is none of those things. In fact, most people typically assume at first glance that he’s actually older than his sister by several years.
Once puberty began to hit, it was as though someone held down his feet, took his head, and just stretched him until he couldn’t be stretched any more. Standing at six foot six, he is quite gangly, and is slightly underweight at about 148 pounds. He likes his height, and finds that if people don’t think it’s attractive, they at the very least think it’s interesting. Having become interested in how he looks from a young age, he began exercising and attending a gym regularly as soon as the age restrictions allowed him to. He doesn’t have a strict workout schedule, and he doesn’t necessarily “go hard” - in fact, you can find him more often than not sitting inside playing video games, or messing around outside on his longboard. Most of what he does as far as exercise goes is cardio outside with a little bit of weight training inside every couple of days. Combine all of that with a fast metabolism that only a teenager could have, and you’ve got a skinny kid whose only meat on his bones is a bit of muscle.
Between his sister’s hair and his own, he can only assume his family is full of gingers on both sides. While his sister got the more red gene, he got the so-red-it’s-white hair that you sometimes find if you mix together the correct chromosomes. His hair was so light that during middle school, kids would sometimes tease him about being albino. Over a year ago, however, when his family decided to move to the Anrui Region, he dyed it blue in a fit of rebellion and it has been that way ever since. The top layer is a lighter shade of blue while the bottom is closer to black. His hair is shaggy and slightly long, although he’s been considering getting it cut and faded. For now, he is content with styling it with gel. When his sparse beard starts to grow in, he sometimes spots red hairs, although he usually shaves them immediately.
His sense of fashion falls somewhere between punk and hip. He tends to wear darker colored skinny jeans, or shorts of various brighter colors. For tops, he tends to stick with blue and white colors, and either hoodies or some sort of other long sleeved garment. In the summer heat of Anrui, however, he’s found a liking for tank tops. His shoes are usually either high top converse, sandals, or boat shoes.
His face is thin and angular, having lost the baby fat when he sprouted up at the beginning of puberty. His brows are dark, his eyes are blue, and he has piercings on his brow, his lip, and both ears. He occasionally wears a snapback. While he prefers contacts, every now and then you’ll find him with a pair of glasses.
Once puberty began to hit, it was as though someone held down his feet, took his head, and just stretched him until he couldn’t be stretched any more. Standing at six foot six, he is quite gangly, and is slightly underweight at about 148 pounds. He likes his height, and finds that if people don’t think it’s attractive, they at the very least think it’s interesting. Having become interested in how he looks from a young age, he began exercising and attending a gym regularly as soon as the age restrictions allowed him to. He doesn’t have a strict workout schedule, and he doesn’t necessarily “go hard” - in fact, you can find him more often than not sitting inside playing video games, or messing around outside on his longboard. Most of what he does as far as exercise goes is cardio outside with a little bit of weight training inside every couple of days. Combine all of that with a fast metabolism that only a teenager could have, and you’ve got a skinny kid whose only meat on his bones is a bit of muscle.
Between his sister’s hair and his own, he can only assume his family is full of gingers on both sides. While his sister got the more red gene, he got the so-red-it’s-white hair that you sometimes find if you mix together the correct chromosomes. His hair was so light that during middle school, kids would sometimes tease him about being albino. Over a year ago, however, when his family decided to move to the Anrui Region, he dyed it blue in a fit of rebellion and it has been that way ever since. The top layer is a lighter shade of blue while the bottom is closer to black. His hair is shaggy and slightly long, although he’s been considering getting it cut and faded. For now, he is content with styling it with gel. When his sparse beard starts to grow in, he sometimes spots red hairs, although he usually shaves them immediately.
His sense of fashion falls somewhere between punk and hip. He tends to wear darker colored skinny jeans, or shorts of various brighter colors. For tops, he tends to stick with blue and white colors, and either hoodies or some sort of other long sleeved garment. In the summer heat of Anrui, however, he’s found a liking for tank tops. His shoes are usually either high top converse, sandals, or boat shoes.
His face is thin and angular, having lost the baby fat when he sprouted up at the beginning of puberty. His brows are dark, his eyes are blue, and he has piercings on his brow, his lip, and both ears. He occasionally wears a snapback. While he prefers contacts, every now and then you’ll find him with a pair of glasses.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - Protective of others - Open - Creative - Determined - Excited NEGATIVE - Brat - Stubborn - Loud - Self-centered - Sarcastic | How Renly acts largely depends on his relation to you. When he first meets someone, he tries to be nice to them, to be respectful. He really, truly tries his hardest… It’s just that… it doesn’t always work out. When it comes to people his own age or younger, he tends to be very open. He likes kids, and enjoys their creativity and spark for life. A teen himself, he understands some of the struggles that most teens are going through, and is rather patient and accepting of them. He usually tries to adopt the aloof, cool guy attitude around his peers, but he usually just ends up being loud. Adults, on the other hand… Like I said, he tries his best to remain respectful and kind, but he has very little patience for anyone older than 25. If you try to boss him around, belittle him, or if you have any views that do not match up with his, it is more than likely anything that comes out of his mouth will be dripping with sarcasm or disdain. If he knows you, it’s a tad different. Take Myrcella for example: He really doesn’t enjoy her company. He hates that she’s his “guardian,” and he hates that every time he looks at her he’s reminded of his mom. He blames her and the Tyrells for what happened, and will forever hold that against her until the end of all time, eternity, and beyond. However, he has very little patience for anyone else treating her badly. Raise your voice even the slightest to her while you’re in his presence and the only way you will stop hearing about it is if you leave or sew his mouth shut. If he knows you and he likes you, he will remain protective of you. As long as you continue to respect him, he’ll try to give you the respect and patience that you deserve. Some other notable characteristics: He is very creative. When he feels strong emotions, he tends to recede into his sketchbook or onto one of the art apps on his tablet. He likes to sketch with pen, and paint with acrylics. He can be very determined, a trait he got from growing up with such a resourceful mother and an aunt and uncle who taught you the value of a job well done. That being said, he’s also very self-centered (only the type that single children can be), and is just as determined to get what he wants when he wants it (which is usually right. now.). |
BACKGROUND
Up until a year ago, Renly’s life was never that bad, or at least not as bad as he’d have you believe. His mother was quite young when he was born - too young to have a child - however his father’s assurance and support convinced her to keep him rather than give him up for adoption. Of course things changed when Renly’s father left them before his first birthday, but it was okay. He still had his cousin/sister, who lived with his aunt and uncle/her mom and dad.
Wait, what?
No no, there isn’t any incest going on here. Let’s back up a little bit. You see, Renly wasn’t his mother’s first child. When she was even younger, she had a baby girl. Knowing full well that she would not be able to take care of the baby even if the father had stuck around, she put her up for adoption, but remained close to the couple who adopted her. In that way, she was seen as more of an aunt to her biological daughter than a mother. Myrcella, the baby girl, remained close to him due to how close the families remained. Although a biological half sister to Renly, she grew up more as his cousin than his sister.
It took a little while for Renly to piece all of this together. As a small child, he knew Myrcella was technically his sister, but that not only did she live with the Tyrells, but she was a Tyrell. And he knew that his mom was their mom technically, even though he was a Martell while they were not. However, no one wanted to explain accidental pregnancies or the stresses and emotions involved in the adoption process, so for most of his life Renly did not understand why Myrcella was able to have three parents in her life when he only had one. This was a confused emotion that he kept hidden away; after all, the Tyrells were so nice to him, and they treated him and his mother like family.
But like all confused and hidden emotions, this one was bound to implode eventually.
He lived comfortably thanks to his mother’s determination. He went to a good public school and had a close knit group of friends who he was able to hang out with practically whenever he wanted. There was always a meal on the table for him when he came home from after school activities, and his drawers were always full of new clothes for his ever-growing body. As a member of the elite 4 in their region, Grandma Tyrell was always a phonecall away to give him homework help in his Pokemon classes on the rare occasiona that he swallowed his pride enough to ask for help. If they needed help one week here or there with food or with paying the bills, usually the Tyrells were the first in line to lend a hand. And of course Myrcella was there to not only be a playmate in their younger years, but to also be a friend in their older yearsand to introduce him to all the older women in school. Yes, despite having a slightly mixed up family, everything seemed… near perfect.
Of course nothing that is perfect ever lasts.
It was about four years ago when Grandma Tyrell first went to visit Anrui in order to investigate rumors of ROT. All little eleven year old Renly could think about as he watched her ship leave port was who would help him with his homework? It was about a month later when she returned, and a few years later when they heard the news about the bombings at St Jasper.
When his mother told him that they would travel to Anrui along with the Tyrells, he lashed out. Feelings of anger, sadness, and resentment that had been pushed down for so long bubbled up and mixed with the fear that he felt over moving to a new, war-ridden region. He stopped talking to his mother as frequently or as kindly, and he barely spoke at all to the Tyrells. He dyed his hair. He tried to begin smoking, but any time that he brought cigarettes into the house - even when he hid them in the best of hiding places - they seemed to disappear. He stayed out late. He stopped doing his homework. Nothing worked. No one listened.
They were arrested upon arrival, including Myrcella and Renly. Grandma Tyrell had brought her pokemon team with her, and had gotten caught in customs. Each pokemon was immediately put down - pokemon that the woman had trained since her childhood. She couldn’t handle the stress of losing her cherished pokemon, and within two days she was gone. Myrcella’s father was the next to go for punching out a guard. Her mother went after; she at least is still alive, but she is brainwashed and has no idea who her child is, or that she is even married.
After her went the pair’s biological mother. She had feared for her children’s safety and sacrificed herself; she’d give her body and mind up for whatever Plasma would use them for as long as they let her two innocent children go. The barely 14 year old could barely control himself as she walked willingly from her cell. There was yelling, kicking, crying, screaming from Renly, followed by silence.
Due to Renly being underaged, and because of their technical relation, Myrcella was given guardianship over him. He was enrolled in a public school - more so for Plasma to keep an eye on him rather than to educate him - although on most days he didn’t go. On days that he did go, he didn’t pay attention or participate in anyway with anyone. In the beginning he rejected Myrcella; most of the time he wasn’t downright nasty to her, but he barely talked to or looked at her. Since then things have gotten better and he hasn’t fully blown up at her, but he certainly doesn’t treat her as kindly as he should. Every now and then he runs away, but if he’s not caught by the police within a couple of days, he usually comes back. After all, he can’t support himself without a job, and few places will hire a fifteen year old, let alone one who is obviously living off of the streets. To be honest he wants to avoid the jails right now, so stealing in order to survive is not an option.
Unlike Myrcella, he wasn’t planning on joining the Resistance. He didn’t notice when or how often patrols checked in on them, or whether or not they were being watched. However, if he wanted to survive, he’d need to go with her whether he liked it or not.
Wait, what?
No no, there isn’t any incest going on here. Let’s back up a little bit. You see, Renly wasn’t his mother’s first child. When she was even younger, she had a baby girl. Knowing full well that she would not be able to take care of the baby even if the father had stuck around, she put her up for adoption, but remained close to the couple who adopted her. In that way, she was seen as more of an aunt to her biological daughter than a mother. Myrcella, the baby girl, remained close to him due to how close the families remained. Although a biological half sister to Renly, she grew up more as his cousin than his sister.
It took a little while for Renly to piece all of this together. As a small child, he knew Myrcella was technically his sister, but that not only did she live with the Tyrells, but she was a Tyrell. And he knew that his mom was their mom technically, even though he was a Martell while they were not. However, no one wanted to explain accidental pregnancies or the stresses and emotions involved in the adoption process, so for most of his life Renly did not understand why Myrcella was able to have three parents in her life when he only had one. This was a confused emotion that he kept hidden away; after all, the Tyrells were so nice to him, and they treated him and his mother like family.
But like all confused and hidden emotions, this one was bound to implode eventually.
He lived comfortably thanks to his mother’s determination. He went to a good public school and had a close knit group of friends who he was able to hang out with practically whenever he wanted. There was always a meal on the table for him when he came home from after school activities, and his drawers were always full of new clothes for his ever-growing body. As a member of the elite 4 in their region, Grandma Tyrell was always a phonecall away to give him homework help in his Pokemon classes on the rare occasiona that he swallowed his pride enough to ask for help. If they needed help one week here or there with food or with paying the bills, usually the Tyrells were the first in line to lend a hand. And of course Myrcella was there to not only be a playmate in their younger years, but to also be a friend in their older years
Of course nothing that is perfect ever lasts.
It was about four years ago when Grandma Tyrell first went to visit Anrui in order to investigate rumors of ROT. All little eleven year old Renly could think about as he watched her ship leave port was who would help him with his homework? It was about a month later when she returned, and a few years later when they heard the news about the bombings at St Jasper.
When his mother told him that they would travel to Anrui along with the Tyrells, he lashed out. Feelings of anger, sadness, and resentment that had been pushed down for so long bubbled up and mixed with the fear that he felt over moving to a new, war-ridden region. He stopped talking to his mother as frequently or as kindly, and he barely spoke at all to the Tyrells. He dyed his hair. He tried to begin smoking, but any time that he brought cigarettes into the house - even when he hid them in the best of hiding places - they seemed to disappear. He stayed out late. He stopped doing his homework. Nothing worked. No one listened.
They were arrested upon arrival, including Myrcella and Renly. Grandma Tyrell had brought her pokemon team with her, and had gotten caught in customs. Each pokemon was immediately put down - pokemon that the woman had trained since her childhood. She couldn’t handle the stress of losing her cherished pokemon, and within two days she was gone. Myrcella’s father was the next to go for punching out a guard. Her mother went after; she at least is still alive, but she is brainwashed and has no idea who her child is, or that she is even married.
After her went the pair’s biological mother. She had feared for her children’s safety and sacrificed herself; she’d give her body and mind up for whatever Plasma would use them for as long as they let her two innocent children go. The barely 14 year old could barely control himself as she walked willingly from her cell. There was yelling, kicking, crying, screaming from Renly, followed by silence.
Due to Renly being underaged, and because of their technical relation, Myrcella was given guardianship over him. He was enrolled in a public school - more so for Plasma to keep an eye on him rather than to educate him - although on most days he didn’t go. On days that he did go, he didn’t pay attention or participate in anyway with anyone. In the beginning he rejected Myrcella; most of the time he wasn’t downright nasty to her, but he barely talked to or looked at her. Since then things have gotten better and he hasn’t fully blown up at her, but he certainly doesn’t treat her as kindly as he should. Every now and then he runs away, but if he’s not caught by the police within a couple of days, he usually comes back. After all, he can’t support himself without a job, and few places will hire a fifteen year old, let alone one who is obviously living off of the streets. To be honest he wants to avoid the jails right now, so stealing in order to survive is not an option.
Unlike Myrcella, he wasn’t planning on joining the Resistance. He didn’t notice when or how often patrols checked in on them, or whether or not they were being watched. However, if he wanted to survive, he’d need to go with her whether he liked it or not.
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.
A paragraph of your Pokemon's personality should go here. Individual Pokemon in premade teams can not exceed level 35. You have a total of 100 levels to spread out over six Pokemon, but you do not need to use them all. If your character does not have any Pokemon, delete this section.
MISCELLANEOUS
| OOC NAME | FACECLAIM |
| JELLO | [b]REGULAR SHOW[/b] - human!mordecai, [i]renly martell[/i] |
