Application
• player •
Name/Alias: Chex
LJ: dragonalchemist
Contact Info: dragon.alchemist[at]gmail[dot]com,
pretiossissime @ AIM
Previous Characters: refugenesis
• canon character •
Name: Flint
Age: 29
Hometown/Region: Sunyshore City, Sinnoh
Class: Elite Four
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History:
Flint grew up in Sunyshore City, raised by his mother and father, the latter of the two a shipyard worker who had a penchant for the strength of fighting-type pokémon. Growing up, he felt a little lonely, being an only child until his brother, Buck, was born nearly ten years after him. This prompted him to turn into a bit of a clown, making friends through jokes and his radical behavior. He mellowed out a little more after Buck was born, still keeping his sense of humor, but becoming a slightly better role model for his sibling.
When he was still very young, and very interested in pokémon training, he had a bit of a dilemma: what type should he train? Fishing had always bored him, and though he'd grown up with fighting-types, he wanted something different. It was his name that sealed the deal; after all, if he was meant to spark a flame, he should befriend it, right?
There started his journey, with his companion, Chimchar, battling with trainers who had made their homes in Sunyshore. Soon, however, he went up against another boy, Volkner, whom he met one day and battled, Flint's ego had inflated from his multiple wins. He was terribly annoyed when he lost against the kid and his Pikachu and immediately declared Volkner his rival. They battled back and forth, one-upping each other again and again until eventually, after seeing more and more of each other, the sharp animosity lessened into a mild cameraderie. What made it tight knit was their first cooperative battle, against a poacher's Houndoom. They made it only by the skin of their teeth, but they managed to take down the Dark Pokémon. The boys were left laying next to their pokémon, grinning at their triumph.
From then on, they were best friends, training together, battling each other and having promised that they'd be the best they could. During this time, Flint gained some of his humor back, becoming cheeky and teasing, and using it against his friend to brighten his spirits, what little he seemed to have.
The day Flint was accepted to be a member of the Elite Four was simultaneously the best and worst day of his life. After all, the name said it all. The Elite of the Elite! Part of the official Pokémon League, just like Volkner and his gym. But...
He would have to leave his home in Sunyshore. Leave his family. His friends. Friend. When he told Volkner, he hadn't even decided. He'd hoped talking to him would help. The more he defended the position, the more he wanted it. He ended up accepting and leaving without much fanfare, joining the League as the third of the Elite Four.
Even after Flint left to take his place among the Pokémon League Elite Four, he continued to visit Sunyshore and try to see Volkner, becoming worried as his friend lost more and more interest in battling, and even lost his interest in people, including Flint himself. Seeing him dive headfirst into things that had slowly begun to suck him in to the point of ignoring everything made Flint regret leaving. His longer stints away served as nothing but worries and immersion, trying to keep himself from brooding like his friend.
Their argument over that very thing brought forth Flint's concerns, and finally came to some sort of tenuous agreement, their friendship slightly more stable because of it. It was only when a young, up-and-coming trainer caught Flint's eye and managed to beat Volkner that they truly seemed to drop the tenuous relationship and become proper friends again.
Even with his responsibility as one of the Elite Four, Flint still regularly sneaks out and travels Sinnoh, and sometimes other regions, more to keep his spirits up than anything. He has a good number of friends he drops in on from time to time, and also makes it a point to offer up a position as his traveling companion. He always returns to the League, though, if only to take on new trainers or continue to sharpen his skills, sometimes daydreaming over battling against the League Champion himself.
Personality:
Flint always enjoys a good joke. And, sometimes, a bad one. He's outgoing and, fire puns aside, explosive, showing a real passion for anything he takes a liking to- and even things he dislikes, including his pokémon training, and life in general. Emotion takes hold of him sharply, his heart worn on his sleeve and face open for everyone to see. Expressive and animated, he takes giddiness, sadness and even anger to the extreme, driving him to recklessness when dealing with those who cause him, his family or friends trouble.
Still, a caring person, he's friendly to most everyone, and shows a brilliant love through friendships and his relationships with his team. His clownish behavior- and near-constant grin- serves as a cover for that deeper compassion and his strong attachments to old friends and new alike. Despite the distance between him and his home, he's still very family-oriented, his visits frequent enough that his homesickness really never takes hold.
Buck is one of the main reasons he returns, his little brother someone who helped him become a better role model, and who also inspired a sense of responsibility, prompting him to eventually reach his standing within the Elite Four. His joking is more subdued, maturity taking over, though he still occasionally cracks a pun or blurts remark about his surprisingly outlandish hairdo. It's a secret wish of his to watch his brother become someone that coud surpass even him and become a League Champion, whether in Sinnoh or another region altogether.
Volkner, is another of the reasons, being one of Flint's oldest friends and even his first rival. Their relationship is a close one, the two able to snark back and forth in good humor, something Flint appreciates, though it's a double-edged sword to him; he greatly enjoys Volkner's company, but the down-and-out lack of passion in his friend brings Flint's sobriety to a head. Most of what he does nowadays, besides battling and enjoying his travels, is keeping Volkner entertained, for him as well as himself. He hates to see someone he cares about so much so depressive all the time. It's another distraction, but something he desperately wants to rectify. Becoming the best would be nothing without his friend alongside him.
He's a solid battler, quick-thinking and strategy-based, but sometimes, his over-the-top attitude and jokester quality tends to leave him having lost and wondering where he went wrong. This can be noted by the application of seals to some of his pokéballs, which he thinks is fantastic. More often than not, he tends to get caught up in tinkering in his mind or daydreaming over other battles he remembers, leaving him to be taken down by speed-based attacks as well as overall strength of opposition.
Sample I:
• You are dead last on the Trainer Rankings list.
Man, Volk, look at this. Seriously, dude, I can't believe this. All that battling alongside you has taken its toll on my skills. I'm freakin' last in rankings! How did this even happen? Dude, help me out, here. We gotta get back into the rhythm! Let's get a spark going! I'll meet you at the lighthouse on the coast for a battle. Don't try and get out of it with your electrical doohickey repair excuse, 'cause you're ranked above me, and for that, you're going down.
Also, you owe me dinner. And that five bucks for that one thing. Yeah. That one. [laugh]
Sample II:
• You have encountered a rare or otherwise desirable Pokémon, but have no Pokéballs on hand.
Great. Just fantastic. There, right in front of him, was a Ninetales, just sitting there, looking gorgeous in the sunlight and perfectly content to keep drinking from the small creek winding its way under the trees. The lovely Pokémon were fantastically rare in Sinnoh, and especially so on the eastern edge of the region. He'd traveled for the day, heading outside Sunyshore for a bit of rest and relaxation, only to come upon a couple battles- easily played through with the help of his Growlithe. Just as he was about to find a comfy tree to sit against and maybe rest his eyes in the warm sun, he'd spotted the fox Pokémon. He snuck up on it, grinning ecstatically to himself, and went for a pocket to fish out a Quick Ball.
... And had none. Not a single one! Flint's face fell and a groan rumbled between his teeth. Without thinking, he kicked at a nearby bush in frustration. The sharp crack and rustle caused the Ninetales' ears to perk, and it dashed away, its tails flashing in the dappled sunlight as it leapt the creek and disappeared into the trees.
Silence. Then, a slightly pathetic chuckle that wore down into a soft whine. Flint hung his head, staring at the leaf-littered ground with a deprecating smile on his face. "Man, this 'catch 'em all' thing isn't what it's cracked up to be."