Post by Rowark Anderson. on Mar 8, 2010 14:45:52 GMT -6
The Basics
Name: Rowark Michael Anderson.
Age: Eight.
Gender: Male.
Affiliation: Orphan. || Pokemon Trainer.
Origin: Yerita City.
Side: Neuteal.
Theme Song: Where Ever You Will Go. - The Calling.
The Outside In
Appearance: Being eight years old, Rowark is pretty tall for his age. He stands at five foot eight, maybe nine, considering that he always likes wearing tennis shoes that seem a little tall for him for the most part. His hair is a brown color, somewhat lengthy and stopping just below his chin. He plans on keeping it like this, preferabbly. His eyes are more likly an Emerald green color more than anything, making him sometimes think that he should be catching grass or bug type Pokemon. His skin is slightly tanned, though not by much. On his left arm, if he were ever able to take off his jacket for you, it would show that he has a scar circling all the way around his arm, from that of a burn, none the less. He's hoping to get that cured one day.
Rowark loves wearing jackets, presumably the one his older brother gave him for his fifth brithday, though it was a little large for him at the time. About three or four sizes too large for him. But hey, he's growing into it fashionably well. His jacket is grey, which he thinks looks really well in his part. The shirt under neath is a light colored yellow, his neck bearing a cross given to him by his mother. In the middle, a little blue jewel bears it self brightly. His mother always told him that the jewel was made from a legendary Pokemon of some sort, and that who ever wore it was protected by sed Pokemon. He would never actucally believe thata, but it's always a good story to tell others. He usually wears shorts if the weather is nice to him, or baggy, weather proof pants if it is not. Tennis shoes are his main foot wear, with boots or sandles every so often.
Personality: Rowark is of whom you would call quiet and observant. He likes to watch others do things such as battle or play games or just relaxing. Because of his need to draw, he likes to draw his surroundings when he is doing nothing at all, as it helps him relax. Because of his quiet atmosphere, some people forget that he's there at all, though he greatly enjoys being left alone when and if needed. He doesn't like loud noises, at the thought of it. He tries to get away from it all, for the most part. Which is why he likes traveling on trails and in forests where wild life is plentiful. Loud noises and cities aren't his things now a days as they could have once been. Yes, he has lived in a city once. Which is why he doesn't like them too well.
Rowark isn't afraid to stand up for the innocent and the weak. He is normally afraid to get into fights, there for hasn't had any practice and usually gets pummled to the ground due to such things. He sometimes still tries, though, if no one else is willing to do so. He is kind hearted, the one thing that drives him to do these usually crazy stunts, though he can be proud of it at times, personally. It's just when he has a black eye when he tends to get a little down about it and sometimes wishes that he hadn't done such a thing. Helping others usually comes with a price, as he soon learned from his expericances. But experiancing things help you learn about your future and stuff, like his father had once explained to him many times before.
Likes:
- Nature.
- Pokemon.
- Insturments.
- Sunny Days.
- Listening To Musice.
Dislikes:
- Large Bodies Of Water.
- Fires.
- Large Pokemon.
- Loud Noises.
- Pokemon Abusers.
Strengths:
- Quietness.
- Music.
- The Pitter Patter of Rainfall.
- Snow.
Weaknesses:
- Fire.
- Swimming.
- Trying To Be Courageous.
- Loud Noises.
Leave Out All The Rest
History: Rowark grew up as a normal boy, if one could get that way through living on the dangerous streets of Yerita City. The town, being crime bitten, was not the best place to raise a family, though due to the economy not doing so well, it was all the small family could afford. Rowark was the third born in the family, making him the youngest over all. He really didn't mind this; in fact, he pretty much adored it. He usually got the most attention in the house, though not all of it, luckily. His parents had kept a few Pokemon as both pets and gauurdians of the family; a Tyranitar, Aggron, Mightyena, Houndoom, even a Wizwrath and Absol watched over the family as guard animals - though were treated kindly due to the children's over active energy - while a Pichu, Ninetails, Poochyena, Voltcan, and a Plusle and Minun acted as their play mates.
Their apartment was sort of small, having only three bed rooms and a bathroom for the whole family to live in, along with a small sized living room and kitchen, with their dining room being merged in with the two. So it wasn't unlikly when the children were allowed to go out into the near wilderness to play with the large Pokemon. Rowark was allowed to do such things when he was the age of five, where he knew better to talk to strangers and such. He was a smart little child; he learned very quickly from his parent's perspective. By his fifth birthday, his oldest sister had already began to go on her Pokemon journey with a Vulpix that she seemed to cherish. His older brother also seemed to be in the cheery mood, giving his younger brother a jacket that seemed to be too big for him. Ah, but he would grow into it.
Being born in a crime ridden city, so it would have to happen some time or another of something bad or horrible. It was one day that when he was of the age of roughly six and a half, seven years old. His sister had come home to visit with some of the Pokemon she had caught, while his brother had just gotten his first Pokemon, a small Rattatta. He was waiting for the next day to actually start his journey. Rowark him self had decided to go out and play in the wilderness. Their mother would be making dinner soon, so he knew he would have to get back. His father's Tyranitar, Aggron, and Houndoom, plus his mother's Ninetails and the Minun and Plusle had followed him along with the joruney[though the two larger Pokemon had admittingly been put into their Pokeballs on the walk there]. Time had flown by quickly for the boy, and soon it was dark outside.
The whole time he was getting back from playing out side, he worried that his parents would be mad at him for not coming home on time. They were just trusting him with this sort of stuff, and he knew that they might have never trusted him again. As he rode quietly in the dark on the large Aggron's back, with Tyranitar taking the rear and Ninetails leading. Houndoom watched wearily as he heeled at the Aggron's right side, the other side being blocked off by an array of buildings. The Minun and Plusle seemed to be enjoying their small nap on Ninetail's back. Though, as the small group grew nearer to home, something did not seem right. Everything seemed too quiet, fires were burning in different places on the concret where gas had been.
And a few dead bodies scattered on the ground.
Once they were near their home, and array of blood filled the young child's nostrils. In a panic, he practically leapt off of the large Pokemon's back that he was piggy backing on raced to the door not feet away. In side, the house was slightly dim, only a couple candles were lite. The lamps in the living room was shattered and on the ground, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to his surroundings as the Pokemon managed to join him in the door way. Though, after the boy's eyes adjusted, he wished that they hadn't. There, lying near the couch, still as statues ever could be, were his parents dead bodies, looking as if they had been dead for a long time. Poochyena and Pichu were near them, down as well, though the small dog Pokemon's body barely twitched as if it were barely alive.
In Rowark's and Joey's room, Wizwrath had fallen, though was still breathing. Marie was as well dead, looking as if she had been taking a nap or something when she was killed. Absol was there, too, injured in his leg as the girl's Vulpix was barely breathing. His brother and Rattata were no where to be seen. In desperation, Rowark turned with a cry and ran out the door, looking for someone, anyone, who could help. After a moment, the young boy colapsed and began to cry. An Officer Jenny found him an hour later in his room, with Absol's leg bandaged up and Wizwrath looking slightly healed. The women had explained to him that a gang went on a rampage due to teritory issues, and that they had killed many other innocent people in the process. Rowark's family included.
At the age of seven, the boy was sent to the Kangaskan Orphanage. Not that he didn'thave any family to go to, oh no; some just wouldn't take all of his Pokemon plus him. Sure, the injured Wizwrath, Vulpix, and Absol who could no longer care for them selves for the next few months plus Minun and Plusle - the young ones of the group - were sent to his aunt's house in Hoenn, where she lived near a farm where the man would let the Pokemon stay for as long as they needed. They were in great hands, as well as Mightyena, of whom seemed sorrowed enough of his trainer's loss. That only left Ninetails - of whom Rowark loved dearly - of whom the boy didn't really want to let go, and the two giants of the group who would possibly take up space, and Houndoom, of whom had a large mean streak in him in people he didn't know.
Many of kids practically tackled all of the boy's Pokemon when he released them once he was signed in. The boy had packed some of his belongings before he left, one being the cross with a gem in the middle that was given to him by his mother. Sure, the place was fun everyday, though many thoughts came to his mind every day as well as made him space away more and more from others. Where had his brother gone? What if he was taken by the people who invaded their house hold? What would have happened if Rowark hadn't have left to go out and play? What if he had kepy track of time and had gotten back in time to help his family? What if his family getting killed and his brother being lost was all his fault? That was what worried him the most, truly it did.
After a year had rolled around, Rowark had yet to be adopted, mainly due to the fact that no one liked his Pokemon and wouldn't take them either way. The boy had been taking up plains to start up on his Pokemon journey early, and to try and find his brother as well. So one night, right before he had known that someone was coming to actually adopt him the next day, Pokemon and all, he scattered. He had heard about the newest Pokemon League and stuff, and wanted to join that. Who knows, maybe he could find his brother! So, with a few of the Pokemon in their Pokeballs, he got an escort by Tyranitar and Houndoom and went off to Tianto Town. It only took a few days, personally, mainly because the Pokemon he rode on - switching from Tyranitar to Aggron and Houndoom to Ninetails from time to time to let them rest - would keep walking as he slept.
At the Pokemon Center in the town, he sent the Pokemon to his Uncle in Calcury Town to watch over while he became a better trainer. He knew he couldn't exactly take care of all these Pokemon by him self, much less control them at this state - even though he wanted to, and even though they would possibly listen - so his uncle was the best person to send them to until he managed to get to that town to win over the badge. He said a long good bye to all of them for the moment before sending them over, and also informed in Aunt in Hoenn of what he was about to do. She had willingly sent him money to help him start his journey as a Pokemon Trainer. After that, well, let's just say that it's pretty much guessable.
The Other Things.
Family:
Marylin Anderson. || Mother. || Deceased.
Robert Anderson. || Father. || Deceased.
Joey Anderson. || Brother. || Location Unknown.
Marie Anderson. || Sister. || Deceased.
Fears:
- Fires.
- Earthquakes.
- Large Creatures.
- Water.
Specail Talents:Rowark knows well how to play the flute, and loves playing it in front of others, Pokemon especially. Pokemon seem to gather around him if he is playing outside or in the wild, which he openly adores, none the less.
Music:Row mainly enjoyes classical music as as well rock and country, though it usually depends on how good he thinks the song and/or artist is.
Hobbies:The boy loves to draw, believe it or not. He always carries a sketch pad around with him where ever he goes, and there for always has pictures of wild life and citites and towns. Mainly Pokemon can be seen in such, though.
The Team.
Name: Larvitar.
Gender: Male.
Level: Five.
Moves:
- Bite.
- Leer.
- Sandstorm.
Info/Personality: Received from Professor Echevaria starting out his Pokemon journey. Apparently, this Pokemon was orphaned because his parents were captured and killed by poachers. Pokemon Rangers were able to save this little guy, though his parents were gone by the time the Rangers turned their heads to look. Larvitar likes to be by his self most of the time, and doesn't seem to take a trusting into humans too much, especially Rowark. The boy thought that they would get along just fine, though it seems that it will take more in doing so before anything like that can happen.
Name: Spearow.
Gender: Female.
Level: Five.
Moves:
- Peck.
- Growl.
- Leer.
Info/Personality: Spearow is more or less a head-on type of Pokemon; just like when Rowark met her, she enjoys attacking an opponet fully rather than hanging back and using far away attacks. This makes her less kindly than other Pokemon, and likes to snap - if possible - at any other Pokemon or human that tries to come near her. She likes her space, more than likely. She also hates to loose, and Rowark soon learned when fighting her and trying to catch her. The poor Pokemon wouldn't give up, miraculously. It that how all Spearow act? Or is just Rowark him self just going crazy because of this Pokemon?
