Post by Skylar Machida on Apr 8, 2021 4:51:05 GMT -5
Skylar Machida
THE SCIENTIFIC POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| Twenty-Three | Trans-male | Plasma? | Forensic Scientist |
APPEARANCE
Sky starts at 5'4 and ends at 145 lbs. Not too up there, but not incredibly short either, same goes for muscle definition as well. They're not absolutely ripped but they're also not entirely soft. Skylar has always been a bit prone to putting on weight, so he has softer angles. His hair is naturally black, but he has a fire red streak, sometimes dyed to look even more like fire that he keeps maintained. It's also not horribly long, but it's long enough to pull into a high ponytail. His eyes are a rich brown, almost red like in appearance.
He typically sports his oversized jacket with an R on it, though the R doesn't mean he's in rocket, but some may be inclined to believe that's what the R stands for. Because of this, he's intentionally vague on what it means just to mess with people. Other than that, he wears white and red boots with black pants for his work, pouches strapped to his thighs. The glasses he wears are important though, and ever present on him. Without them, he sits just on the edge of legal blindness.
The rest of his clothes vary, but typically follow a goth aesthetic, ranging as far as dangerous goth from time to time. Sometimes he breaches into punk if he's feeling that way.
His body is marked with various scars along his chest. Two twin scars just under his nipple line marking where he had his top surgery, and among the gaps in his ribs at the right side of his chest are old track mark scars from needle chest decompressions as well as an emergency surgery set of scars along that side in the form of several smaller lines and one larger line.
He typically sports his oversized jacket with an R on it, though the R doesn't mean he's in rocket, but some may be inclined to believe that's what the R stands for. Because of this, he's intentionally vague on what it means just to mess with people. Other than that, he wears white and red boots with black pants for his work, pouches strapped to his thighs. The glasses he wears are important though, and ever present on him. Without them, he sits just on the edge of legal blindness.
The rest of his clothes vary, but typically follow a goth aesthetic, ranging as far as dangerous goth from time to time. Sometimes he breaches into punk if he's feeling that way.
His body is marked with various scars along his chest. Two twin scars just under his nipple line marking where he had his top surgery, and among the gaps in his ribs at the right side of his chest are old track mark scars from needle chest decompressions as well as an emergency surgery set of scars along that side in the form of several smaller lines and one larger line.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - Quick-Witted - Playful - Hopeful about Career - Open-Minded - Friendly NEGATIVE - Emotional - Loses-Heart Quickly about Love, Friends, his “life”? / over thinks it - Overworks self - Plays off his own Exhaustion - Extreme | Quick witted but much too extreme at times, Skylar can simultaneously somehow find his way out of sticky situations and land himself into another one all the same. Granted with his bad lung, he's spent a lot of his life learning how to think on his feet and react with swift, rational and intelligent thought. But sometimes the rational choice isn't always his choice, sometimes his willingness to push way past the limits of himself and sometimes even go to the extremes for his work in one of the many terms in forensic sciences, is the answer he deems acceptable... even if it's dangerous. On a plus note, he's fast with the witty nerd comebacks. Despite being playful, Skylar is still prone to losing heart quickly when it comes to matters of love, friends he thinks dislike him and his perceived life. He loves to have fun and dance and play with the rest (as long as he's careful of his asthma), but there are more than enough moments where he feels painful twinges of doubt that someone loves him or cares for him like they say they do when allowed to overthink things. And especially when he's alone and allowed to reflect on how his life is going with his spotty memory and more, he feels like laying down and giving up. If he's not kept busy, when his mind wanders, it's dangerous. And it's dangerous because he's emotional. He's prone to his emotions getting the better of him and can end up with him fiery and hot-headed, or sad and sitting on the floor. It's easy for his emotions to get the best of him, and he's never been the best at reining them in. This is typically seen when he's allowed to overthink things, or someone continues pushing past his terms of "acceptable things to say and ways to behave." which... is typically three or four pushes on a good day. two or three on a bad. He's friendly and open-minded though, which makes it easy for some to approach him. It makes his job much easier with his approachable demeanor and his willingness to listen to other opinions and take them into mind. These things also apply outside of work. He'll do his best to not let himself overthink in public, so he typically has a smile on his face as he's out and about, even as his expression turns to deep thought about say, a sudoku puzzle or a case he's working on, it's still not angry. He's hopeful about several things, though with the recent surge of missing memories, it's hard for him to tell you exactly what. But what he does know for sure is that he's hopeful about his career, at least. He feels that he's in a great spot to succeed, He will work himself into the ground on a case and not even bat an eye. And he'll especially deny any brazen accusations that he would do such a thing! |
BACKGROUND
Physical and family life is always a complicated matter, especially for a child born with a hole in his lung. He had a good support system, for the most part, thankfully, and despite his off and on time spent in the hospital due to spontaneous Pneumothorax and his Asthma complicating matters, he did his best to live a relatively 'normal' childhood. His playfulness was restricted by his health at the time, sadly enough.
While his family had been in Anrui for several generations, dating back to his great grandparents, he has close heritage to the Sevii Islands. He was born to the Machida family name and even went to Four Island for a visit every now and again, but was born with a family history already set up in Lesca, Anrui. Even more particularly, that family history also delved into the Entei cult known as Sun's Gate, a group of people who really made an astounding support system, even with their 'new' leader seeming a bit like an asshole, he turned out to be a nice enough guy.
On his mother's side though, not much is known. Brigitte Reneau was swift to leave Luchas, and at the time, Alison in Anrui for a job offer. Messed up lung aside, when he was 7, she was the first thing to start really setting his life off balance. Already a cold and distant woman to begin with, she left back to her home continent of Kalos to pursue a job offer, and over time, stopped contacting them back in Anrui. It took less than a couple of months for her to cut them off entirely. Despite everything, it tore Skylar up.
At that time, he was already kind of close friends with a child named Julius, who later became known as Jane. Her family was a weird enough one, her little brother was an out of control wild child of a chosen one and she seemed both endeared and fed up... But that didn't matter, she was a friend.
His life continued to float on though. Hospital visits and plans to try to fix up his lung, conflicted feelings about his body (especially with Jane there to let him know that 'whoa wait that's a thing?'), he was unsure what to do. He hadn't fully recovered yet, even by age 10 by what his mom did to him. No matter how much Jane held his hand and walked and chatted with him, he never felt entirely grounded. The friendly and playful child had been very reserved for a while now.
It took the age of 12, a very annoying 9 year old Chosen and his fed up 11 year old sister to badger him into spending time with them during a meet up in the Lesca wilds. He had always stayed near the back, or by his father (whom he looked up to greatly), but they had wound up pulling him away this time to join them in whatever chaos they were getting up to. And while he didn't quite get better immediately, he did start to feel more welcome in their presence.
And he would continue to slowly come back out of the shell he'd tucked himself away in with the help of his friends and a therapist. He started coming into touch with how he felt about his body and emotions and would eventually go back to what could be deemed both his "normal" and "discovered" self in middle school, when Jane had pestered him into joining the very loud, very obnoxious and very fun percussion section. He was a year ahead of her, obviously, but he did do as she said and didn't regret it. It was great listening to her play the French Horn anyways.
Though his doctor knew of what he had picked up and gave him a good suggestion. While he had been playing light volleyball in middle school to keep his condition on the up, he suggested that he take up marching snare on his freshman year of high school, though he was careful obviously.
He went on to keep playing volleyball, and continue marching snare, emergency inhaler in his shorts pocket and an extra one in Jane's pocket. Before his Junior year of high school started though, his doctor, therapist and father had all been in agreeance that they'd act on his transitioning early. He had started when he was transitioning at 16, and when the long Summer break started, they knocked out his top surgery early with what was thankfully, no resistance from insurance.
He carried on day by day after that, doing normal high schooler things, getting into trouble with your friend that surprisingly spelled just as much trouble as her little brother and stressing out over his advanced science and mathematics courses. Though he did graduate with good marks and scholarships, allowing him to head straight off to college at the earliest convenience. He was 18 when he rushed off to college, marching band as an extra side thing he did between all his crazy science and law courses for forensic scientist work.
4 years later, he'd graduate and give his father an excited call that he had done it and he'd finally be coming home. A small stop at a gas station though and the sounds of a commotion had caught Skylar's attention. He doesn't remember what he saw, but what he does know is that he shouldn't have seen it. He considered telling the clerk what he saw after he rushed in but he was sure he saw a Plasma badge and that'd... result badly. He was in a bind and there was nothing he could do. He didn't have Pokemon and the lady across the counter asked if he was alright, that he looked pale.
He waved it off that he was fine, just getting late and he still had a sizable drive ahead of him.
As he walked back out to the car he had to back into an odd parking spot because, well, there weren't too many parking spots there, he didn't notice the dripping brake line. He didn’t know who the cashier worked for. He certainly doesn’t know anything now. It wasn't long before he crashed and everything went black. He doesn't know that a missing person report was put out and later canceled by Plasma's string pulling. He doesn't know that he was supposedly a body that was pulled off by a wild Pokemon after a car accident. Or that there's a father back in Lesca that mourns him but also refuses to believe that he's really gone.
What he does know is that he woke up with the world's worst searing pain in his head, chest and leg. His head throbbed, his memories were foggy, he was on pristine white sheets surrounded by doctors, covered in wires and tubes, a mask on his face. His leg wasn't casted but it may as well have been. It was broken with a heinous burn on his calf muscle. His memories of the hospital are still off and on foggy (and occasionally just entirely blank), but what he does know is that he's Skylar Machida, a forensic scientist that works for Plasma and wound up getting into an accident due to a hit being placed on him. And that, apparently the hit came out of Lesca, and was likely Resistance work, so until further notice, he was ordered to stay away from Lesca and anyone he doesn't know that "recognizes" him for his safety, due to the hit.
He isn't quite sure, but what he does know is that he can trust Plasma.
While his family had been in Anrui for several generations, dating back to his great grandparents, he has close heritage to the Sevii Islands. He was born to the Machida family name and even went to Four Island for a visit every now and again, but was born with a family history already set up in Lesca, Anrui. Even more particularly, that family history also delved into the Entei cult known as Sun's Gate, a group of people who really made an astounding support system, even with their 'new' leader seeming a bit like an asshole, he turned out to be a nice enough guy.
On his mother's side though, not much is known. Brigitte Reneau was swift to leave Luchas, and at the time, Alison in Anrui for a job offer. Messed up lung aside, when he was 7, she was the first thing to start really setting his life off balance. Already a cold and distant woman to begin with, she left back to her home continent of Kalos to pursue a job offer, and over time, stopped contacting them back in Anrui. It took less than a couple of months for her to cut them off entirely. Despite everything, it tore Skylar up.
At that time, he was already kind of close friends with a child named Julius, who later became known as Jane. Her family was a weird enough one, her little brother was an out of control wild child of a chosen one and she seemed both endeared and fed up... But that didn't matter, she was a friend.
His life continued to float on though. Hospital visits and plans to try to fix up his lung, conflicted feelings about his body (especially with Jane there to let him know that 'whoa wait that's a thing?'), he was unsure what to do. He hadn't fully recovered yet, even by age 10 by what his mom did to him. No matter how much Jane held his hand and walked and chatted with him, he never felt entirely grounded. The friendly and playful child had been very reserved for a while now.
It took the age of 12, a very annoying 9 year old Chosen and his fed up 11 year old sister to badger him into spending time with them during a meet up in the Lesca wilds. He had always stayed near the back, or by his father (whom he looked up to greatly), but they had wound up pulling him away this time to join them in whatever chaos they were getting up to. And while he didn't quite get better immediately, he did start to feel more welcome in their presence.
And he would continue to slowly come back out of the shell he'd tucked himself away in with the help of his friends and a therapist. He started coming into touch with how he felt about his body and emotions and would eventually go back to what could be deemed both his "normal" and "discovered" self in middle school, when Jane had pestered him into joining the very loud, very obnoxious and very fun percussion section. He was a year ahead of her, obviously, but he did do as she said and didn't regret it. It was great listening to her play the French Horn anyways.
Though his doctor knew of what he had picked up and gave him a good suggestion. While he had been playing light volleyball in middle school to keep his condition on the up, he suggested that he take up marching snare on his freshman year of high school, though he was careful obviously.
He went on to keep playing volleyball, and continue marching snare, emergency inhaler in his shorts pocket and an extra one in Jane's pocket. Before his Junior year of high school started though, his doctor, therapist and father had all been in agreeance that they'd act on his transitioning early. He had started when he was transitioning at 16, and when the long Summer break started, they knocked out his top surgery early with what was thankfully, no resistance from insurance.
He carried on day by day after that, doing normal high schooler things, getting into trouble with your friend that surprisingly spelled just as much trouble as her little brother and stressing out over his advanced science and mathematics courses. Though he did graduate with good marks and scholarships, allowing him to head straight off to college at the earliest convenience. He was 18 when he rushed off to college, marching band as an extra side thing he did between all his crazy science and law courses for forensic scientist work.
4 years later, he'd graduate and give his father an excited call that he had done it and he'd finally be coming home. A small stop at a gas station though and the sounds of a commotion had caught Skylar's attention. He doesn't remember what he saw, but what he does know is that he shouldn't have seen it. He considered telling the clerk what he saw after he rushed in but he was sure he saw a Plasma badge and that'd... result badly. He was in a bind and there was nothing he could do. He didn't have Pokemon and the lady across the counter asked if he was alright, that he looked pale.
He waved it off that he was fine, just getting late and he still had a sizable drive ahead of him.
As he walked back out to the car he had to back into an odd parking spot because, well, there weren't too many parking spots there, he didn't notice the dripping brake line. He didn’t know who the cashier worked for. He certainly doesn’t know anything now. It wasn't long before he crashed and everything went black. He doesn't know that a missing person report was put out and later canceled by Plasma's string pulling. He doesn't know that he was supposedly a body that was pulled off by a wild Pokemon after a car accident. Or that there's a father back in Lesca that mourns him but also refuses to believe that he's really gone.
What he does know is that he woke up with the world's worst searing pain in his head, chest and leg. His head throbbed, his memories were foggy, he was on pristine white sheets surrounded by doctors, covered in wires and tubes, a mask on his face. His leg wasn't casted but it may as well have been. It was broken with a heinous burn on his calf muscle. His memories of the hospital are still off and on foggy (and occasionally just entirely blank), but what he does know is that he's Skylar Machida, a forensic scientist that works for Plasma and wound up getting into an accident due to a hit being placed on him. And that, apparently the hit came out of Lesca, and was likely Resistance work, so until further notice, he was ordered to stay away from Lesca and anyone he doesn't know that "recognizes" him for his safety, due to the hit.
He isn't quite sure, but what he does know is that he can trust Plasma.
MISCELLANEOUS
| OOC NAME | FACECLAIM |
| Daxton | [b]Pokemon[/b] - Arlo, [i]Skylar Machida[/i] |
Pokeball x5
Potion x2
Lava Cookie x1
Plasma Badge #180081