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Kali -- whoa, that is the fattest flygon ever. You know they weigh like 180 pounds right? And they're about a foot shorter.
Name: Guy Fredricksen
Age: 34
Gender: male
Pokemon: Weezing (M)
Sharpedo (M)
Cacturne (M)
Typhlosion (M)
Cradily (M)
Girl pokemon seemed not to like him even when he was an attractive 12-year-old. What can he say.
Appearance: Guy just looks weathered and worn. He's really not that old, and he's relatively fit -- the wandering vagrant's life has treated him well so he's managed not to skin and bones -- it's just he doesn't take super great care of himself. He always looks a little overdue for a shave and has bags under his eyes. His hairline is already receding a little and it looks more salt-and-peppery than he'd like. Guy is tall and almost wiry and here, I'll draw a picture of his face for you:
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Personality: Guy is a crotchety old man. Or, well, he acts like it -- he's still relatively young, let's be honest, but he's made himself into the man down the street who yells at kids on his lawn and mumbles to himself about meddling kids. And since there seems to be a strange abundance of young trainers these days (bursting into houses unannounced, trying to bother him when he hasn't had coffee or at least a morning smoke, looking at him funny when all he did was either grunt or tell them to get out) he's rarely happy at any time of the day. He's really not a terrible guy -- he doesn't hate people, he's just got a temper a few inches long and his irritability has become habit.
Bio: A while back Guy decide he was freaking sick and tired of all these goddamn kids stomping through his yard like they owned the place and moved from little town Mauville to big city Rustboro, where he found that trainer brats still annoyed the hell out of him. He moved to Fallarbor -- no luck getting some peace and quiet. Goddamned middle-a-nowhere Sootopolis -- they still came. So he figured he'd move to another region and stuck himself in Oreburgh City, Sinnoh. Turns out Sinnoh was having an infestation of trainers, too, and oh, they had themselves a whole gym challenge and everything freaking christ.
Of course, waaay back when, Guy was a little kid trainer himself -- maybe not as pushy as these kids but he was still a trainer, and that meant visiting everyone everywhere. That also meant he had himself some pokemon, though they were just as happy as he was to sit at home, have a coffee, and glare a little at kids. However, all six of them realized that there would not be any sitting at home now that suddenly training pokemon was so popular, so they gave up on the whole settling down thing and did a weird backwards trainer thing and started wandering around the region, only settling down for days at a time. Sure, they passed for hobos a lot, but it got rid of the brats in their yard.
Other: He smokes. Drinks coffee. Gets hung over. HE'S AN ADULT
Name: Guy Fredricksen
Age: 34
Gender: male
Pokemon: Weezing (M)
Sharpedo (M)
Cacturne (M)
Typhlosion (M)
Cradily (M)
Girl pokemon seemed not to like him even when he was an attractive 12-year-old. What can he say.
Appearance: Guy just looks weathered and worn. He's really not that old, and he's relatively fit -- the wandering vagrant's life has treated him well so he's managed not to skin and bones -- it's just he doesn't take super great care of himself. He always looks a little overdue for a shave and has bags under his eyes. His hairline is already receding a little and it looks more salt-and-peppery than he'd like. Guy is tall and almost wiry and here, I'll draw a picture of his face for you:
8<
Personality: Guy is a crotchety old man. Or, well, he acts like it -- he's still relatively young, let's be honest, but he's made himself into the man down the street who yells at kids on his lawn and mumbles to himself about meddling kids. And since there seems to be a strange abundance of young trainers these days (bursting into houses unannounced, trying to bother him when he hasn't had coffee or at least a morning smoke, looking at him funny when all he did was either grunt or tell them to get out) he's rarely happy at any time of the day. He's really not a terrible guy -- he doesn't hate people, he's just got a temper a few inches long and his irritability has become habit.
Bio: A while back Guy decide he was freaking sick and tired of all these goddamn kids stomping through his yard like they owned the place and moved from little town Mauville to big city Rustboro, where he found that trainer brats still annoyed the hell out of him. He moved to Fallarbor -- no luck getting some peace and quiet. Goddamned middle-a-nowhere Sootopolis -- they still came. So he figured he'd move to another region and stuck himself in Oreburgh City, Sinnoh. Turns out Sinnoh was having an infestation of trainers, too, and oh, they had themselves a whole gym challenge and everything freaking christ.
Of course, waaay back when, Guy was a little kid trainer himself -- maybe not as pushy as these kids but he was still a trainer, and that meant visiting everyone everywhere. That also meant he had himself some pokemon, though they were just as happy as he was to sit at home, have a coffee, and glare a little at kids. However, all six of them realized that there would not be any sitting at home now that suddenly training pokemon was so popular, so they gave up on the whole settling down thing and did a weird backwards trainer thing and started wandering around the region, only settling down for days at a time. Sure, they passed for hobos a lot, but it got rid of the brats in their yard.
Other: He smokes. Drinks coffee. Gets hung over. HE'S AN ADULT