Post by hokutochan15 on Dec 23, 2007 3:40:21 GMT -5
Name: Shadow "Varjo" Seilu...Varjo was the name his father gave him, but as he loathes his father, he refuses to use or be called by that name.
Age: Shadow is now 16 years old. He was born September 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Shadow stands at about 5'9". His skin color could only be described in one word; White. Basically saying, he's so pale, that he comes off looking that ghostly white color. As his name Shadow states, that is where he has been for most of his life, in the shadows of his home. His father, being the way he was, refused to let his boy outside for very long periods of time.
His hair color at first glance, appears to be black, but when getting a better look at it, it's really a very dark blue. It covers his ears and sits nicely on his shoulders and his bangs seem to cover his left eye from time to time with out him being fully aware of it.
His eyes are a very stunning blue-green color and are gorgeous, but they give off a glazed or aloof look, if he were to ever catch your eye. Under his eyes, he has dark circles, giving the appearance that he hasn't slept in a while. You can sometimes catch him in a pair of black sunglasses.
As for his build, he is lean and not muscled, having not done very many physical things growing up. He covers this all up by wearing black clothes. The typical attire for him is a black turtleneck, black dress pants and with that he wears a long black trench coat.
The only interesting thing that stands out is the large, deep scar that crosses his face from the top of his right eye, down the bridge of his nose to the end of his jaw line on his left side, which makes him extremely uncomfortable. He usually is wearing a pair of leather gloves.
Personality:
Due to the circumstances in his previous years in life, Shadow is extremely awkward when it comes to other people, not knowing the right things to say or do so he tends to stay away from social situations. The scar had never really helped his personality that much either. He is very withdrawn and keeps to himself for the most part. He never really knew too much about Pokemon, but he would gaze at them outside of his bedroom window, wanting to know more about them. He would often sketch the bird Pokémon in the trees, making that his major hobby. The only person he despises in life is his father, for what he had become and for what he made Shadow become, which is shy and withdrawn. It is hard for him to get close to people. He tends to do things by himself, having done that for most of his life.
History:
He was born in Ecruteak City, but that was only the place of his birth. His parents were normally good people and he enjoyed having them in his life. They would continuously move round, not staying in the same place for very long. When he had turned seven years old, they moved to Mahogany town. For the next year, his father would go out from time to time and stay out, coming home late at night and smelling of alcohol. His mother would question his father, asking where he has been.
"So, where were you tonight?" The question arose is the awkward air as the young woman glared at the man slouching, holding a sake bottle which was half full. The man scowled, nothing but air escaping his lips. Unknown to the parents, down the hall, the younger "Varjo" was listening from his bedroom, his head sticking out trying to glimpse the situation. "I asked, where were you," the question came out more forced. A nasty glint shone in the man's eye. "None of your business!" he roared, slapping her in the face, knocking her over onto the floor, a silence taking over.
"Daddy..." The small child came from the bedroom, wanting to know what was going on. Horrified, he ran to his mother on the floor, slightly unconscious. "Daddy, what did you do to Mommy?" The only response "Varjo received was a scoff. The boy ran to his father, grabbing his pant leg. "Why is mommy hurt like this?," he asked, small drops of tears filling his eyes. The older mans teeth clenched hard as he smashed the bottle against the wall, the remaining liquid splashing to the floor. "Because I can!" he sneered.
Just as "Varjo's mother began to come to, sitting up she viewed the murderous slight of the broken glass, cutting into her son's face, the blood from the innocent spilling to the floor, mixing with the Sake. A few hours later or so it seemed, they were at the hospital and he was hooked up to some machine. He listened as his father, who no longer seemed drunken like before. "I had just got home when it happened...He must have gotten into the knives or something and cut himself...I'm so terribly sorry...," came the fake response to the doctor. The mother simply went along with the story, not trying to tell the truth. The boy's eyes glazed over, hurtful, before shutting once again into sleep.
For the next few year's until he was 14 or 15, the problem's continued in life, but not as bad as the first. The abuse was minor and the hate for his father, mostly for abusing his mother on occasion, was huge. One day, he wanted nothing more than to leave that house hold.
At the age of 16: (Note his mother had passed away before he turned 16)
"I can't stand you!," the young mans voice came out harsh and hateful. A slap made contact with his already swollen cheek. His bluish eyes stabbed nothing but hate toward the drunken fool. "I can't wait til I'm 17...I'm out of here." "What's keeping you boy!" His blue-green eyes opened widely. "W-what...?" "I asked what's keeping you? If you hate your god awful life, then leave. I have no use for you any more." For a minute, "Varjo" didn't know quite how to react to the man who had been his father for his whole life. He simply stood there. "Get out!" the drunken man barked, and with nothing more to lose, "Shadow" took his run from the house that caused so much pain, with nothing more than his beloved sketch book.
After many days, he eventually found himself in the region of Cheyenne, deciding to check out what his sketch book was filled with: Pokémon. What else could he do now but check it out?
Age: Shadow is now 16 years old. He was born September 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Shadow stands at about 5'9". His skin color could only be described in one word; White. Basically saying, he's so pale, that he comes off looking that ghostly white color. As his name Shadow states, that is where he has been for most of his life, in the shadows of his home. His father, being the way he was, refused to let his boy outside for very long periods of time.
His hair color at first glance, appears to be black, but when getting a better look at it, it's really a very dark blue. It covers his ears and sits nicely on his shoulders and his bangs seem to cover his left eye from time to time with out him being fully aware of it.
His eyes are a very stunning blue-green color and are gorgeous, but they give off a glazed or aloof look, if he were to ever catch your eye. Under his eyes, he has dark circles, giving the appearance that he hasn't slept in a while. You can sometimes catch him in a pair of black sunglasses.
As for his build, he is lean and not muscled, having not done very many physical things growing up. He covers this all up by wearing black clothes. The typical attire for him is a black turtleneck, black dress pants and with that he wears a long black trench coat.
The only interesting thing that stands out is the large, deep scar that crosses his face from the top of his right eye, down the bridge of his nose to the end of his jaw line on his left side, which makes him extremely uncomfortable. He usually is wearing a pair of leather gloves.
Personality:
Due to the circumstances in his previous years in life, Shadow is extremely awkward when it comes to other people, not knowing the right things to say or do so he tends to stay away from social situations. The scar had never really helped his personality that much either. He is very withdrawn and keeps to himself for the most part. He never really knew too much about Pokemon, but he would gaze at them outside of his bedroom window, wanting to know more about them. He would often sketch the bird Pokémon in the trees, making that his major hobby. The only person he despises in life is his father, for what he had become and for what he made Shadow become, which is shy and withdrawn. It is hard for him to get close to people. He tends to do things by himself, having done that for most of his life.
History:
He was born in Ecruteak City, but that was only the place of his birth. His parents were normally good people and he enjoyed having them in his life. They would continuously move round, not staying in the same place for very long. When he had turned seven years old, they moved to Mahogany town. For the next year, his father would go out from time to time and stay out, coming home late at night and smelling of alcohol. His mother would question his father, asking where he has been.
"So, where were you tonight?" The question arose is the awkward air as the young woman glared at the man slouching, holding a sake bottle which was half full. The man scowled, nothing but air escaping his lips. Unknown to the parents, down the hall, the younger "Varjo" was listening from his bedroom, his head sticking out trying to glimpse the situation. "I asked, where were you," the question came out more forced. A nasty glint shone in the man's eye. "None of your business!" he roared, slapping her in the face, knocking her over onto the floor, a silence taking over.
"Daddy..." The small child came from the bedroom, wanting to know what was going on. Horrified, he ran to his mother on the floor, slightly unconscious. "Daddy, what did you do to Mommy?" The only response "Varjo received was a scoff. The boy ran to his father, grabbing his pant leg. "Why is mommy hurt like this?," he asked, small drops of tears filling his eyes. The older mans teeth clenched hard as he smashed the bottle against the wall, the remaining liquid splashing to the floor. "Because I can!" he sneered.
Just as "Varjo's mother began to come to, sitting up she viewed the murderous slight of the broken glass, cutting into her son's face, the blood from the innocent spilling to the floor, mixing with the Sake. A few hours later or so it seemed, they were at the hospital and he was hooked up to some machine. He listened as his father, who no longer seemed drunken like before. "I had just got home when it happened...He must have gotten into the knives or something and cut himself...I'm so terribly sorry...," came the fake response to the doctor. The mother simply went along with the story, not trying to tell the truth. The boy's eyes glazed over, hurtful, before shutting once again into sleep.
For the next few year's until he was 14 or 15, the problem's continued in life, but not as bad as the first. The abuse was minor and the hate for his father, mostly for abusing his mother on occasion, was huge. One day, he wanted nothing more than to leave that house hold.
At the age of 16: (Note his mother had passed away before he turned 16)
"I can't stand you!," the young mans voice came out harsh and hateful. A slap made contact with his already swollen cheek. His bluish eyes stabbed nothing but hate toward the drunken fool. "I can't wait til I'm 17...I'm out of here." "What's keeping you boy!" His blue-green eyes opened widely. "W-what...?" "I asked what's keeping you? If you hate your god awful life, then leave. I have no use for you any more." For a minute, "Varjo" didn't know quite how to react to the man who had been his father for his whole life. He simply stood there. "Get out!" the drunken man barked, and with nothing more to lose, "Shadow" took his run from the house that caused so much pain, with nothing more than his beloved sketch book.
After many days, he eventually found himself in the region of Cheyenne, deciding to check out what his sketch book was filled with: Pokémon. What else could he do now but check it out?