Aeon Valentine

[Aeon]

»Aeon«

{( I want to be the very best

``Name;; Whilst the name on his birth certificate reads as 'Akilesp Zesepohh,' he prefers to go by his own personal nickname of 'Aeon.'
``Age;; It has been approximately twelve [12] years since Aeon's birth.
``Height/Weight;; Aeon stands at five feet and three inches, [5'3"] and weighs in at around one-hundred and four pounds. [104 lbs.]
``Orientation;; Heterosexual.
``Occupation;; Pokémon Trainer; hopes to one day become one of the Elite Four.
``Wealth;; Additional Passive Income; not quite rich, but set in stone and happy.
``Canon/Original;; Original.

{( Like no one ever was

``Criminal Record;;

[x] Arrested for getting into a fight at a store; six years old.

``Medical Record;; Aeon is considered to have a perfectly clean bill of health... but suffers from Attention Deficit Disorder. [ADD]
``Secrets;; Aeon has no deep, dark secrets that can never be revealed at the sake of his own life.
``Appearance;; Five-hundred and twenty words.
Head

There's nothing too extraordinary about Aeon's head. It's sculpted fairly well in that there aren't any bones showing. His hair is a godly blond color that some people think is bleached, but is actually natural. His hair bends and curves with his head, separating only from the ordinary in the center where a few strands come down and cover the middle. His lobes are attached to his head and his ears are clean of piercings. Eyes a deeper purple then anything that had ever been recorded and thus are assumed to truly be a shade of midnight blue so deep and mysterious that they can only be permitted to look purple. His neck is bare, but that doesn't mean he's afraid to wear something he likes when he sees it.

Body

Aeon has skin the color of an Italian-American. It has pigmentation equal to an Italian naturally but yet he can not seem to get any darker. Aeon's body flows like any boy's would and has the curves to match it. He isn't exactly muscular, as his body is fairly thin. He stands at five feet and eleven inches, [180.34 centimeters] weighing in at one-hundred and forty-six pounds [66.2 kilograms] he is your average teenager. He wears a thin hooded jacket over a striped black tee shirt on his upper body. His right arm is home to a black watch with gold down the middle and a diamond for the '12' on it. Both of his hands have fingerless gloves on them.

Legs

Nothing is too grand about Aeon, his pants being the same shade of color as his undershirt. They have the normal amount of pockets, two at the hip, just below the belt loops, and two on the back, again below the belt loops. Unlike most people would have it, there is a belt laced within the belt loops, holding his pants to his body with his shirt tucked out. His pants have no design on them and are just stitched as any normal pants would be, keeping his style very simple. They are made of denim for durability, but aren't a specific brand [like levis] and thus his style is his own. They are connected by a zipper in the middle that is covered by a flap on the left-hand side. The zipper is located literally just below the button on the top middle of the front of them, and is the style that you actually buckle.

Feet

Aeon wears a pair of black socks that go up just to the ankle, two shoes slipped on over them with the laces being tied just lose enough to kick the shoes off, but tight enough to keep them on when running. The shoes are gray in color and have little design on them, the tongue of the shoe coming up over the laces. The laces of the shoes are both gray, being laced so they appear parallel on the top, but laced through completely underneath. On the inner heel of the shoes is a design of a tiger's face, the eyes being a bright yellow on the outer ring and green within the inner.

``History;;

Celestic Town is a town in the region of Sinnoh. It is a tiny town that preserves the history of Sinnoh and the old ways of life, the center of town has a small shrine that dates back to ancient times. It is one of the smallest towns in the entire region. It is also one of the oldest, and some say the town was there since Sinnoh came to be created. It was in this town, on the third day of the first month, that Akilesp was conceived. And nine months and four days later, he was born.

Akilesp was born into a semi-wealthy family. His family had always had financial stability, but never had it had enough money to be considered 'rich.' As a young child, Akilesp was always raised around the same principles as everyone else in Celestic Town; you do not demand, only give. You do not beg, you only aide. The same basic stuff over and over. Repetitive. And as he suffered from Attention Deficit Disorder, Akilesp could not quite grasp the reasoning for doing this. And so, at the young age of eight and a half, Akilesp ran from Celestic Town towards Eterna City.

One good thing did come from being born and raised in Celestic Town, though. The elderly couple in the neighboring house of Akilesp ran a small shop of their own. Knowing that Akilesp would never truly come to appreciate things like Pokémon, they gave him two pokéballs. When he ran away, Akilesp made sure he took these with him. On the way to Eterna City, Akilesp ran into a herd of Ponyta. He approached the youngest one very, very slowly holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. Out of the corner of his eye, Akilesp very clearly saw two Rapidash ready to pounce at him if anything was attempted.

The ponyta walked up to him and licked him on his cheek, showing she was okay with him. After a few hours with the Ponyta and them bonding, Akilesp tried to through a pokéball at it. Bad move. One of the two elder Rapidash intercepted the pokéball. As soon as the center of the pokéball made contact with the pokémon, the ball opened up to release a crimson light. The light engulfed the Rapidash and deteriorated it into the pokéball, but before it had even his the ground the Rapidash burst from it staring Akilesp down. He backed off, stumbling backwards, and if not for a walking trainer Akilesp would have been killed.

The trained caused both Rapidash to faint, but then all of the Ponyta were enraged. He bent down and picked up Akilesp over his shoulders and began to run. The man was very clearly experienced, as the water pokémon he had used was not from the Sinnoh region. Well, it wasn't as far as Akilesp knew. [Which wasn't very far.] The trainer was able to bring him to Eterna city, where Akilesp was treated by the Nurse Joy. She saw the pokéball in his hand and tried to release it, but then realized it was empty.

Akilesp was treated back to full health and when he was able to talk again, which wasn't until a day afterwards, he was asked his name. The first thing to pop into his head was Aeon; the name of his pet dog when he still lived in Celestic town. Nurse Joy wrote it down, then asked the trainer who saved him to take him to Sandgem town; she had a good feeling for him with Professor Rowan.

The trainer agreed and began the journey to the town of Sandgem. The trainer, who's name had been revealed to be Dirge, took Aeon through the forest and went every long way he could, so Aeon could see all the pokémon that he could. When he get to Professor Rowan's lab, the Professor opted Aeon to take a starter pokémon. Aeon denied, saying that there was only one pokémon he wanted to start with. Dialga.

Taking all things into consideration, Rowan nodded. He shipped Aeon off to the Kanto, where Professor Oak would have an answer. Aeon agreed reluctantly and left Dirge in Sinnoh region. When he arrived in Kanto region, Aeon had decided the first pokémon trainer he encountered after he had Dialga would be his arch-rival. He was only nine, so it made sense to him.

Aeon encountered Professor Oak by the docks, signifying that he had already been alerted to wait for him. On the way of his lab, Professor Oak told Aeon of all the things about Pokémon. He told Aeon of the eight gyms, and of the elite four. Finally, though, he told Aeon about Kage Camui; the esteemed Grand Champion of the Kanto region.

But finally, Aeon came to Professor Oak's lab. Professor Oak went in and, leaving Aeon out for a few minutes, eventually came out with a few things in a box; there was a blue pokédex, which apparently recorded all encounters with pokémon. There was a small case of four pokéballs, and there was... an egg? The egg had a pokémon in it, or so Aeon was told. He had to hatch it by traveling with it. Eventually the egg would hatch and reveal something that Aeon had desired. The one thing that depressed Aeon, though, was that he was never directly told the egg had a Dialga inside of it. After a year of traveling between the cities and avoiding encounters with wild pokémon, on Aeon's tenth birthday, he hatched a pokémon. But it wasn't a Dialga... it was a Charmander. Enraged, Aeon let the Charmander loose into the wild and stormed off towards Professor Oak's lab. On the way, though, he tripped over a shiny blue stone. Picking it up, the stone shattered and a pokémon fell from it. He reached out to touch it, wondering what type it was [as he had never seen what dialga looked like] and it burned him with Dragonbreath. He realized this was a Dialga, and caught it easily with his pokéball.

Aeon befriended the Dialga easily and, after much dispute between the two, they set out in order to get stronger and stronger. He flipped open his pokédex to fill in one of the missing thirty-nine spots. Only thirty-eight remained, and most of them were generation two [II] pokémon that had to be evolved to reach. He was fine with this, though, and set out once more to gain levels with Dialga.

After a week of traveling again, Aeon encountered Draco. Draco and him became friends, but their pokémon were at equal strength. They became best friends, but also rivals. Soon afterward, Aeon was able to catch two other pokémon, making his team a total of three. [3] What always confused Aeon, though, is how he was able to get a Dialga egg. There was only supposed to be one Dialga in the world; did this mean that the original Dialga was dead? Unfortunately, yes. Aeon now had the only existing Dialga in the world...

And nothing stops there. Aeon didn't get three steps before Team Rocket showed up. He let Dialga loose on them, and one Dragon Breath took out both of the Grunt's pokémon. But then, they ad a new man come. Aeon couldn't quite figure out who the man was, but he had much stronger pokémon. Aeon summoned Dialga back to his pokéball and began to run; he didn't get three steps before the new man had knocked him out. When he woke up he jumped up, and saw Dirge against the wall, with a pokémon easily fending off all three of the other man's.

"That's ... Givovanni. He's the only man in the world that has as much an obsession with legendary pokémon as Cyro from your own Sinnoh Region. But don't worry; my Steelix can hold him off." Dirge spoke in a voice that showed he was concerned yet hiding it so it wouldn't be let loose. His eyes remained on Giovanni, as if watching for some sort of twitch. He turned to Aeon and threw him a revive and a potion. "Heal your Dialga ... you might need him sooner then you think."

That was the last thing Aeon remembers. That, and a very cheap shot to the head. The next time he awoke he was in Professor Oak's lab with Dialga in it's pokéball fully healed. Aeon showed Professor Oak his pokédex and how it was nearly filled, then let Dialga loose in the lab. Since it was level one [1] and still a baby, this Dialga wasn't nearly the size of it's full grown father[?] because if it was full-sized, the lab would've been destroyed as soon as it was let loose. Professor Oak was disappointing that Aeon had let Charmander into the wild. He knew that he'd be in trouble. Professor Oak then told Aeon that he could nickname pokémon, and that he should nickname Dialga so unless they saw it, no one would ever know what pokémon he was talking about.

Alas, this was never completed. The time came among Aeon's life in which he was forced to Give Dialga up. He gave Dialga to the man that had brought him to Kanto, and Dialga was taken back to Sinnoh. He knew that one day he could tame him, but right now Dialga was far beyond him. He went back to Oak and took a CHarmander to start. He got lucky; it was a Shiny Charmander, and it knew a special move.

{( To catch them is my real test

``Personality;;

Aeon’s personality relies on the type of people he is with, as well as what he is doing. He is a very playful person, but he knows when to get serious. A major flaw that Aeon has, however, is his bad luck, and his cocky attitude. Though he does know when to get serious, he’ll usually put it off as long as possible. While his luck by itself may be bad, he has good luck when he really needs it. Around his friends, Aeon is himself;; he doesn’t try to wear a mask to hide his personality. Actually, Aeon is like that with everyone;; everyone but his enemies. Aeon is not very picky in who he chooses as his friends. That is, when he is just relaxing. If he is on a mission, his emotions are last in line. To him, his own body and feelings are the last thing to worry about. One of Aeon’s pet peeves is the “cool, silent” type of person, because they are just show-offs in his eyes. The best thing about Aeon is that he doesn’t retaliate to talk. In his eyes, either you do what you say you will, or you shut up. Even if he’s verbally insulted, he’ll just keep walking.

But all in all, Aeon's personality is kept simple. He has somewhat of a poetic nature when he is engulfed in a fight, but he's still a jackass and a smart-ass at that. Another thing about Aeon is that he never brings out his pokémon unless he has too. He's always open to new knowledge, and thus whenever he sees a pokémon he's never seen before his pokédex is out and scanning it before he even realizes he's doing it.

``Likes;;

• Dialga.
• Knowledge.
• Green Tea.
• Swords.
• Legendary pokémon.
• Sunsets.
• Reading.
• Women.
• Power.
• Shiny gym badges.
• Eloquent pokémon [shiny, ghostly, etc.]
• Fire

``Dislikes;;

• Team Rocket.
• Water.
• Water-type pokémon.
• Racism.
• The "cool, silent" type of person.
• People who think that if a pokémon loses in battle, it should be executed.
• All of the organizations that try to over-throw the world and star a new one.
• Kage Camui [simply because he's the current champion.]
• The Elite Four of Kanto.
• Palkia.

``Fears;;

• Drowning.
• Dialga abandoning him.
• Losing to the elite four and being denied to ever try again.
• Palkia. [lol]

``Dreams;;

To become on of the elite four; not even to become the champion, just one of the elite four, before he changes to a new region of the Pokémon world.

``Quirks;;

Uses Dialga as a last resort.
Rarely smiles.

``Strengths;;

• Pokémon battles.
• Anything involving him to use his mind.
• His appetite.
• His Intelligence Quota. [205]
• Psychic/Dragon pokémon.

``Weaknesses;;

• Perfectionist.
• Chocolate.
• Dark/Bug/Water pokémon.
• Terrible singing voice.
• Stubborn/Headstrong.

{( To train them is my cause

``Parental Units;; Kāylā Sinnerslayer [-Deceased-] and Shirō Sinnerslayer. [-Unknown-]
``Siblings;; Äêōñ Sinnerslayer. [-Unkown-]
``Status;; Single.
``Spouse;; None.
``Children;; None.
``Pokemon Team;;

-Charmander- [Charkle]
Level: One [1]
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch | Growl | Flare Blitz

{( I will travel across the land, searching far and wide

``Name/Alias;;

Kat/Rose.

``Time Zone;;

- 5 Hours [GMT]

``Contact Details;;

Yahoo! Messenger: [e-mail]

``RP Sample;;

As the pale moonlight reflected from the water and into the man's eyes, he stepped back to avoid looking at the elf in front of him. She was beautiful; inhumane even for an elf. As she stood there, seductively bringing her hand down the cheek of the man he closed his eyes. Instantly to his mind came the passage of arriving in this spot with an elf in front of him.

"Hello guard," the man spoke with a heavy accent, but exactly where it was from had yet to be determined. The guard was in full armor, sword in sheath at his side and shield on his arm. Through the slits in his helmet did the guard eye this man carefully; he had pointy ears, suspecting him of being an elf. Yet his accent was more like that of a dwarf, and he looked like a human. He was strange, but the guard did speak in a gruff tone to him.

"Hello ... sir." He wasn't sure exactly what type of person this man was, so saying 'sir' was his only option. The man bowed before him and took off his hat, revealing shiny green hair. Most definitely an elf. The guard allowed him inside by banging on the door and having the guards on the other side open it. From the forest, densely populated by woodland creatures and sparsely by elves and dwarves, the elf stepped forth into the bustling city.

Everywhere he could look did he find people crowded and compressed together almost as though they were trying to all get to one area. Of course, seeing as how the elf was an outside, he didn't know that they actually -were- trying to get to a single spot. The king had just been killed. The elf walked beyond the stores and looked up at the tall buildings, gazing in awe. In truth, not on of these buildings, with the exception of the castle, was more then three stories tall. The elf had simply came from his part of the forest, where there weren't that many insanely tall trees.

"Hello, ma'am. Might you aide me in finding a charm?" he spoke in an eloquent voice, to him, but the lady looked at him. She looked up and down, taking in all aspects of his body, and turned away for a second. Then, turning back, she smiled. The lady in front of him was ... different then the rest of the community. She was wearing a bright green dress, while the brightest color the man had seen since he entered the town was the guard's armor, and since that was a red skirt. She was ... big. Not round, just ... big.

"Any other time I would, deary, but right now I must be going. If you could wait ... you might be able to catch Artix on his way out. He's a gnome, so you know ... and he bites, so watch yourself." She spoke in a quick tone and rushed out the door to the castle; or at least, in the direction of the castle. Whether or not it actually was remained a mystery to the elf, but he heard heavy footsteps from the wooden stairs in the corner. Peering around the desk, he saw the gnome step onto the hardwood floors. The gnome stood at an average height of three feet and six inches [3'6"] but seemed to have a secret on him. In heavy leather boots, a black shirt, and leather pants hidden under an apron, the gnome walked up to the desk. Literally; he walked up to the desk and hopped on in order to get to eye level with the elf.

He was... an eccentric gnome with grotesque mannerisms. 'What a pig this gnome is! Ugh. Just looking at his face covered in crumbs and some spittle makes me uneasy. Of all the blacksmiths in this land, I had to run into this one. Oh well, best not seem discriminant,' thought the elf to himself. He leaned into the elf as to not speak too loudly and with his words he spoke to the gnome quietly and slowly, so he would not be required to say it again.

"My master is ... a very wealthy person. She has ... a knack for eccentric ... artifacts. So I ask of you ... Artix ... please help me to find her the best possible ... gift. Her end is near ... all I require is anything involving a ruby ... or an emerald. Please. Oh, and you can call me Nuven." He spoke with a sort of plea in his voice that showed he did not lie. He looked the gnome in the eye the entire time and did not break contact, even to blink. His hat had long been off, and his green hair dared to not get in the way of his eyes. As soon as he was finished, however, the gnome raised a hand to his chin. He was obvious thinking about completing this request. Raising his left hand, he motioned for the elf to give him his hand. And so he did. The elf placed his left hand in the open palm of the gnome and begged for mercy within seconds as the gnome had it in his mouth, biting it as hard as he could.

The elf, enraged, threw the gnome as hard as he could through the glass window behind him. The gnome let go of his fingers, though they were bleeding, and slammed into the wall across the alley. The guards burst through the door and threw the elf into the street. He hadn't realized night had dawned upon them so quickly. Before the guards could arrest him, however, another elf fell from the sky. She and her swords eliminated every last guard, piercing their armor almost as though the armor were butter and her swords were smoldering knives.

And so the elf stood up and ran as fast as he could, turning into an alleyway. The skies above were dark, and the moonlight, pale as it were, reflected from the water into his eyes. He turned around but blocked them from view, as the elf was there anyways. She was beautiful... inhumane. And through everything. Through it all, she stood there. Bringing her hand down his cheek, she could have done anything to the man as long as she would let him live. Rather, the elf in front of him only leaned in and pressed her hot lips against his own. He struggled to push her away, but within seconds, he was motionless for the moment. She pulled away, turned around and walked out of the alleyway.

... Wiping the blood off of her sword.

"Wha? Wh ... Why did she ...?" The young boy asked, looking at up his father. Both were sitting comfortably in the parlor, by the fire. They were apart in years by exactly twenty-seven [27] and both looked extremely similar [except for their height differences.] The young boy moved the sandy blond hair from his eyes to get a better look at his father. Everything about him, everything, was perfect. He was [as his friends put it] a Mary Sue. Perfect in every possible aspect. Alas, there was one difference. One slight thing that the son never knew about his father.

His father was never a pokémon trainer. He had never even -held- a poké ball before. He turned to his son, placed a ginormous hand on his shoulder, and spoke in a soft, delicate voice. "That is a question ... I can not answer. You ... must answer it for yourself."

Those words remained with the boy for the rest of his life. He walked out of the parlor, shivering in the new temperature, and up to his mother. He wrapped his arms around her waist, barely able to lock them together, and looked up at her.

"Mommy... why did the she-elf kill the man?" His voice was, too, soft and delicate. Pure. Innocent. He had a tear in his eye, knowing that the elf represented something he couldn't quite grasp. His mother looked down at him, placing her hand on his head, and ruffled his hair. A tear came from her face, but she wiped it away before he could see it. "Well ... it's one of those stories that has no ending ... Nuven."

The boy looked up at his mother with a sort of plea on his face. She just didn't know what he wanted. It was late, so she sent him off to bad. Kissing him on the forehead, she went back to doing the dishes. The boy walked through the parlor once more to catch his father about to head off to the lavatory. He gave him a hug, and proceeded up the carpeted stairs. He let himself down the hallway, surrounded by wood on both sides. Beneath his bare feet was carpet of blue color. Looking up, he couldn't see the massive ceiling that was thousands of feet above him; too him, at least. After all, when you're three, what do you expect? The young boy reached the end of the hallway and looked to his left. Reaching up, his hand could just barely grasp the door handle and turn it enough for him to push with all his might against the door. It opened slightly, and he pushed the rest of the way in. The boy shivered again, for now he was even colder then before.

He looked at the curtains blowing as if a breeze was coming through the window. He walked up to it and, seeing that the window was opened, tried to reach for it. Getting mad, the young boy used his chair to step up to the windosill. There, he could easily grasp the ledge of the window. He began to pull down when the door opened much more. A high-pitched shriek was let out as the boy turned to see the cause. His head crashed against the edge of the window and he let go of the window ledge to hold it. He began to cry, and he fell to his left. The window screen gave way and he fell through it. His moth rushed to the window but was too late, as he was out of her reach now. Her screams pierced the night sky, the night calm.

Falling ... simply ... falling. The boy looked up to see his mother reaching for him with tears burning down her crimson red face. The boy let go of his head to reach for her, but she was far from his reach. Tears began to formulate in his eyes as he fell. The blackness of the sky was brilliantly decorated with shiny sparkles that twinkled when the moonlight shone from them. The boy had no time to look at this, however, and continued to fall. His memories, though very slim in number, came back to him all at once and flooded his mind. His eyes went blank as another drift from the winds came from his left. It pushed him slightly off the path he was headed and caused him to shiver again. As he hit something, it seemed to bend with his very form, and then encompass him as he fell deeper into the near-frozen liquid. He realized he was in the pool and began struggling to get to the surface; he didn't know how to swim. He felt himself being pulled up and coughed out the water the had briefly entered his lungs.

The boy was in his mother's arms. He looked down and saw that, had the wind now pushed him off balance, he would have hit the ground and been killed. Whispering in his mother's ear, he spoke in a voice softer then before; more pure. More delicate, sounding as though it would be broken with a single breath. And in truth, it could have been. His father stood by both of their sides, listening close, and holding the two of them closer. The breathes coming from him were heavier then either the boy or his mother.

"Mommy ... do you smell that?" The young boy asked his mother. Yet another tear came from her eyes. His mother looked at him strangely and then nodded, speaking to him the words, "Yes but that is just the smell of rain." The boy shook his head at this, and pointed at the sky. "No ... mommy, it's him."

The boy had never heard of god. He was raised not as an atheist, but he had simply never heard of god. His family wasn't dedicated to going to church every Sunday. He knew nothing about religion, and even less about mythology. He was only three; these things had not yet entered his unfilled mind. But somehow, someway, he knew that -he- had saved him. The boy knew that -he- was there for him. It wasn't just a random blow of wind, was it? Twenty-eight years later, that boy walked into his son's room to see him trying to close the windowsill. Rather then screaming, he ran over silently and took hold of him. He never yelled. Rather, he only held him close, and spoke not a word to him. The boy, his father, and his son had now all had the same experience. All of them. But the only thing his mother never understood; the only thing his mother didn't quite figure out: how, exactly, did the window get opened?

{( Teach Pokemon to understand the power that’s inside!

[MiZerable]

I absolutely hate to do this to you, as you have an excellent application and and being that your bio is so tied into you Pokemon. The only problem is that (I know we might not have explained it well enough) although a begginer trainer can eventually obtain a legendary Pokemon, they cannot start with them. Because your application was so wonderful, however, I will be sure to reserve this particular legendary Pokemon for when you are ready to recieve it, and you can expect to have it soon enough. Once again, sorry for the inconvienience.

[Aeon]

Bump! ~~

[GOD]

100% Accepted

The only thing is that in this universe the leader of Team Rocket is MiZerable's character Shotaru Kokonoe, and before that it was his father. A minor detail, but it would make your character all the more linked to the story line.

Now get to roleplaying, damnit.