Our Heritage for Time Immemorable

Oops. Poof. Gone.

Now I'm not so sure....damn.

Now that Patches is gone for the weekend, I shall have time to post...

How sad.

Name: Issac Greenferd
Sex: Male
Age: 12
Appearance: A young man, appearing to be around five feet in height, at most. His skin was a fair white, though it did show some minor tan to it, as if he spent more time outside. It also appears quite healthy for a boy his age, with no visible scars or blemishes appearing anyway. The young man's hair was a light brown color, and fairy shaggy in appearance as well, but just as with the skin, it also seems to be well cared for. His nose is small, but just a bit pointed at the tip, and his lips are thin. Perhaps the most striking thing about this youth were his cold, icy blue eyes that just seemed to peer straight through everything. One could say they looked almost hollow in a sense, yet strangely alive with a youthful passion of sorts. Rarely was this youth ever seen with a smile on his face, though when he did smile, it was typically more of a smirk of sorts. He typically held himself pretty well to boot, having a pretty strong presence for just a young boy.

This boy's usual attire seemed simple, yet it fit him fairly well. A simple navy blue shirt with short sleeves, always kept tucked in for some reason. Over that, he wears a jacket with a charcoal coloring to it. Around half way down was a crimson red strip that goes around the entire jacket. The oddest part about this simple jacket was a strange symbol on the left pectoral area that, when far away, appears to be nothing more then a purple-ish colored badge, though upon closer inspection, it looks more like the mouth of an Arbok. Around his waist, he wore a brown belt, very close to the color of his hair, and with a golden belt buckle with some sort of strange looking design on it. His pants are strangely dressy in appearance, sharing the same charcoal coloring as his jacket, folded up at the bottom and sitting on the backs of his shoes. Finally, those shoes appeared to be fairly simple as well, being dark brown slip-on shoes that had an almost European look about them.
Personality: Issac is a young, quiet lad who does not typically speak much unless he has something to say. He seems strangely mature for a kid of his age, but he isn't completely free of childish actions, like irrational anger, and even kiddish joy. Even with that though, the young boy still seems very cold and distant from others, often appearing very secure in himself, almost to a fault. He does have a bit of a superiority complex as well, believing himself far more mature then those of and around his age, though wither this is a childish thing in itself or not, could be debated. Issac is not the kind to smile very often, typically wearing a very plain, almost unreadable face, yet those cold eyes betray his true feelings most of the time.
History:
Other: Oh Romeo, Romeo. Where for art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or if thou will not, be but sworn my love, and I shall no longer be a Capulet. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man! O, be some other name! What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, if he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself!

Pokemon: Sandile
Egg Move: Thunder Fang
(P)Other: Perhaps the exact opposite of his master in terms of personality, mostly. They both have a desire to prove they are the best, but the Sandile is very friendly and playful.


Epic double post, bra. Seriously though, I'll finish the history tomorrow. It is like, 3 in the morning right now, at the time of writing this...

Accepted bro.

I don't even have a history yet.

You've proven your worth time and again, I trust you on this one.

Just make sure to get that history done. Just think of it as an acceptance in advance.

Just be ready for teh boss battle!

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Come on crackas, start posting.

Shade, can you post for me please? Your boat is clogging up shiz-shit.

Will do.

EDIT: As opposed to a Spheal, I'd like a Growlithe. Sorry, last time I'll change my mind.

I'm fine with that. As long as you don't change your mind after you pick the egg, it's all good.

I'll try and get a post in today.

I was posting, and then the internet ate it.

I'll write it up again.

Thanks guys.

Oh god this is embarrassing, I don't know what to do or where to go...

I'm confused. Do we just waltz in, say hello, and lean against the fence or something until the farm opens?

It looks like if you edited your old post to going through the office first, and stopped before you got to all the eggs sitting around, because I'm pretty sure they aren't, you'd be okay.

I think the problem is that Lauren keeps running farther into the plot and making Patches have to tell you to stop. Just let him lead, he knows where we're going.

Exactly. Just let me lead until I say it's all okay, it won't be like this forever, I assure you. It'll be a little looser later, just imagine this as the prologue or something.

I'm gonna wait for someone else to post 'cause I really can't think of much to write about at the moment.

Gais.

I can post if you'd really like, but there isn't too much for me to put into a post.

*Pokes head in thread* Am I too late to join?

He hasn't said it was closed I don't think and we're still at the part before we get our eggs so I'm pretty sure you can still join.

It's never too late for you, DB. Once you post your sheet, feel free to be with the group as if you were there all along.