Post by { ~ Ironhide ; ; } on Feb 3, 2009 17:15:45 GMT -5
Name
Dexter Etheredge Xanthos
(Dex-Turh --- Eith-Er-Edge --- Zan-Those)
Nickname(s)
Dex
Gender
Male
Age
23
If a Pokemorph, what kind?
N/A
Sexuality
Straight (Though he does make odd sexual comments that only gay men would know every now and then)
Appearance
Dex has charcoal black hair that is shorter than it appears. It seems as though his hair is really long, but it's really that he has a lot of it, and it chooses to grow out at the weirdest of angles. He keeps his hair unkempt, therefore always looking as if he has 'bed head'. Dex doesn't really care about his hair, or so he says, but when anyoone threatens to chop or shave it off he gets uneasy.
Half of the time you only see what's sticking out from underneath Dex's hat. His hat is a brown-red color with a black middle dividing the bottom and the top. Most of the time Dex can be seen holding the rim or top of his hat down to keep it from falling off. Despite it being too big he prefers larger hats so as to conceal himself even more than is needed.
Dex also wears a brown-red trenchcoat of sorts. It's not exactly the kind you'd see in the movies as it's quite a bit fancier, but has the same concept. It's slightly smaller than a real trenchcoat, but Dex doesn't want to go around looking like he did something bad, or at least not looking like it. Sure he looks like he prefers the shadows over the sun, but that doesn't mean he's a bad person even if he does.
There is a variety of other clothing that Dex has been known to wear. On the nicer days, especially in the summer, he will usually wear a brown-red tank-top or black tank-top. Along with that, he will wear some loose-fitting sweatpants or jeans if he has no sweatpants available.
On colder days, mostly in winer, he will wear a long brown-red sweater underneath his wannabe trench coat with snug gray-and-black jeans. He always wears the same shoes though; brown walking shoes that have the appearance of dress shoes.
On a lazy summer afternoon, Dex may be seen flipping a coin non-stop with his thumb while laying on his back and holding his hat with his left hand to keep it on. He calls it his 'luck coin' when, in truth, it is just a plain old child's plastic golden coin. There's a story behind that, though; Dex decides not to share it with anyone though.
The black hair comes from Dexter's father. Everything about him is said to look exactly like his father; except his eyes. His deep brown eyes come from his mother; the only resemblance between the two. Dexter's father's friends take one look of him and say "Boy ain't he a a chip off the old block?" or "He's a spittin' image of his old man!"
Dexter has slightly tanned skin from hainging out in the sun every now and then. He has marks visible all over his body where you can tell he wore clothing quite a bit when he was out in the sun; a farmer's tan I believe it's called. Half of his body is a slightly different shade than the rest, and in some places there are even temporary lighter or darker places.
Dexter doesn't have a lot of muscle, since he spent his time playing outside with the family Pokemon rather than with what little friends he had. He understands Pokemon better than any of his friends, however.
Personality
Ah, where to start? Dexter is somewhat of a daydreamer. He can't concentrate on one boring thing for too long or he'll completely space off for ten minutes, then when he comes back to reality he has no idea what he was doing. Even if it was something interesting he might space off despite his interest in it. Perhaps it's more than just daydreaming or spacing off and rather ADD?
When Dexter was a kid, he was quite shy and didn't make friends easily. He didn't stick up for himself, so therefore got picked on a lot. As he got older he started sticking up more for himself, getting into fights to defend himself.
Helping with his sudden change of personality was his discovery that he could use his mind to speak clearly to Pokemon. He was turning over a new leaf, so to speak. His days of shyness weren't necessarily over, but he did speak out when was completely necessary. He began earning some respect, and he wasn't the butt of people's jokes anymore.
His last few years of attending the academy he was going to were the best in his view. The Pokemon he had received to train were warming up to him more than when he had received his first semi-starter Pokemon. He established a mental link with all of them, but one in particular, Ralts, got very attached to him and vice versa. They helped each other; Ralts was very energetic and liked to show off. He taught Dex how to not be shy, and Dex taught him some manners.
Before he raised his Ralts from an egg, if someone came up and intentionally started a fight or wanted one he would immediately back down. Now, however, he never runs from a fight if he thinks he can come out on top, or at least do decent in it. Dex went from the shy kid who was always made fun of to being avoided by the trouble-makers. Dex ddidn't mind; it meant he could do other things he hadn't been able to do so before.
Presently, if you were to meet Dex in a good mood and you just passed by him, nodding politely or something he would tip his hat to you and keep going. If you stopped to chat you would find that he didn't talk a lot, but when he did he could talk in great detail about the littlest things. Not what he would've been like four or more years ago.
History
Early Childhood - Elementary
Dexter was born into an average on July 19th, 1985 at 12:12 A.M. However, there was nothing 'average' about Dexter. He progressed quickly in everything; he was quite the 'nerd' as some would call him. However, at school he didn't make friends easily. Because of his shyness in front of people and lack of talking people assumed he was just stupid. However, his grades were if not the highest among the highest in his school. The teachers didn't know what to think; he never answered questions in class, yet he aced every single test.
When it came time for sports, Dexter varied depending on his mood. He could be extremely physical and violent one day, and the next not give a darn about it and not try at all. Not that he went out for any, as he didn't enjoy them too much. They didn't appeal to him like they did to others; weight lifting especially. All of the really rich boys loved to weight lift and show off their muscles, naturally choosing a Geodude, Machop, Meditite or something else of Fighting nature as a School Starter.
When it came time for Dexter to choose his starter, he waited until everyone else had chosen theirs before he chose his. There was a certain Pokeball that had caught his eye; he thought he was just imagining it, but there seemed to be an odd sound coming from it. Underneath each Pokeball was a picture of the Pokemon inside of it. The one in particular that Dex was attached to was a Ralts.
As it neared his turn, there were three Pokemon left, and three people left. There were two girls in front of him; the only other two Pokemon that were left besides the Ralts were a Glameow and Growlithe. The two girls were arguing over which one they wanted and it abruptly ceased when they both turned to Dexter. He can remember them being extremely kind to him; one of the only times he can remember anybody being that nice.
"Which one do you want?" the one that was in front asked. The supervisor was asleep and snoring and Dexter had to stop himself from laughing.
"Because, we were just thinking... That Ralts is just so... Eww. Not our type. I hope you want it, because I'm wanting one of the other two," the other one said. Dex just nodded his head, keeping up his reputation with being the silent type.
"That settles it, then; I get the Glameow and you get the Growlithe," the first one said. Each grabbed their Pokeballs and took off, talking inaudibly to Dexter. He approached the Pokeball and if he wasn't mistaking, it looked like it was quivering slightly. When he picked it up, he felt as if something had entered his mind, like another being... as if he had another half of him now. It had stopped quivering when he picked it up, and as soon as he exited the school's lab he let his Pokemon out.
Before his eyes was the one thing he would grow to love dearly.
Middle School - High School
Throughout his Middle School career, he would secretly train his Ralts. They were only allowed to train their Pokemon for a certain amount of hours per day and were supposed to meet a certain quota, or both the Pokemon and the Trainer would get punished. This school was unlike any other, and it wasn't even private; certain families were enrolled randomly. The government didn't really care about schools and let them do whatever, so this particular school got away with what it did.
His Ralts, whom he decided to name Antozaro (Zar for short), helped him come out of his shell. Once Dex found out what he was capable of doing, he put it to good use. He found that, along with Antozaro, he could read minds and use a little bit of telekinesis. He wondered if he would have ever been able to do it without his Ralts... and he decided he wouldn't have. It was as if Zar had been a blessing to him, and he to Zar. For quite a while, Zar had been a choice as a school starter, and every year he had been one of the last or the last Pokemon left over. That reminded Dexter of himself a lot, bringing the two closer after Zar had told him that story.
It was a nice, sunny day of his senior year at his academy. All trainers and their Pokemon were outside training, as usual. They had all been ordered to not evolve their Pokemon, so they could be re-used. Dexter was using Antozaro against another boys' Machop. The fight was going pretty well, and Dex was going easy, seeing as Machop's type, Fighting, had a huge disadvantage against Ralts, a Psychic.
"Come on, retard! Can't you do better than that? You aren't even telling your Pokemon what to do! Machop, use Karate Chop!" his opponent called. Dexter just continued with his eyes closed as he replied plain and simple. "One does not have to speak to let his Pokemon know what he wants. And he does not have complete control over his Pokemon either; he works with his Pokemon as if they are one. If you respect your Pokemon, it will respect you," Dexter said, as he used telepathy with his Ralts. Confusion, he said in a polite way. Ralts began to glow a purple color as soon as he had said the word, and right before Machop could reach him, the Confusion was unleashed. The Machop was stopped in mid-attack as it looked around in obvious confusion.
"Ah, come on, Dexter. You're supposed to be so smart, yet you have no connection with your Pokemon! Machop, use Low Kick!" his opponent yelled. His Machop just stood there bluntly, not knowing what to do; he had been confused, finally. "You're lucky I've been going easy on you," Dexter said... a little too loudly for someone who was walking by without him knowing. Return, Zar he said. He had been allowed one TM to teach to his Pokemon because of his grades. As Zar was using Return on the Machop, he felt eyes boring back into his head. "If I heard correctly, you were going easy on your opponent. Is that so?" a woman's voice said behind him. He turned around to see the headmaster's right-hand woman standing behind him, her hands folded neatly behind her back. "The battle would have been pointless otherwiise, ma'am," he said, not wanting to lie. "Well then, why don't you take that up with the headmaster, hmm? You're finished here for today," she said, watching as Zar made contact with the completely confused Machop, sending him flying backwards, beyond fainted. "Machop!" Dexter heard his opponent cry in anguish. He gave a small chuckle inside his head, glad he had beat his opponent, again. "Just because you somehow can beat everyone else doesn't mean you can slack off, young man," the woman said as she stalked off. "Ralts, come on," Dex said, not using the nickname he had for Antozaro. He feared that if, by any chance, he accidentally used Zar's nickname when people were around they would see he had gotten attached and seperate the two.
The headmaster liked Dexter, and he secretly called him to his office now and then when he pulled stunts like this, only to ask him why he did it, then have a nice chat afterwards. Mister Takushi, as was his name, saw greatness in Dexter. He was well-disciplined, his parents were proud of him, and he was an only child. There would be no more Xanthos down the line, and he wanted Dexter to be remembered in a good way.
"Mister Takushi, sir, Dexter was slacking off in a battle, again," the woman said, as she closed the door to leave the two alone. If she would've stayed there, Takushi would've asked her to leave anyways, and even though she was cruel, she always respected Takushi. "Well, now, Dexter. Who was your opponent this time?" Takushi asked. "It was one of the guys is my grade who thinks he's all that. His Pokemon was a Machop; I didn't really want to end the battle with the first move, so I let it go on for about ten minutes," Dexter said, shrugging. "Ah, that's clever of you. Say, how's your Ralts doing, anyways?" Takushi asked. "He's fine," Dexter said as he let his Ralts out. You know we could've let it go a little bit faster,
His idea was... genius, really. But Dexter didn't know if he wanted to do it; if he did, then he would have to forget about the tournament but get to keep Zar. If he didn't then he would most likely win the tournament, but lose Zar. Zar meant a whole lot more to him than just a dumb tournament... but he wouldn't technically 'graduate' if he followed through. Yet, Takushi assured Dexter he would still get his diploma... so that settled it. "I'll do it... When will it happen?" Dexter said. "As soon as you like. The sooner you get going, the sooner you can begin your real adventure, and get a real starter to train as much as you like, and get your Ralts here much stronger than he would ever get here," Takushi said. So, that settled it; Takushi's plan was now in effect. "Would tonight be alright?" Dexter asked. Antozaro looked at him in an astonished expression; start tonight? Well, better sooner than later, he thought. "Good choice, Dexter; you only have one month of school left anyway, and you're in your senior year. I wish you luck, my boy," Takushi said. "Thank you, Mister Takushi," Dexter said as he stood up and Zar returned himself to his Pokeball. "Oh, and Dexter, please call me Kip," Takushi said. Dexter smiled as his hand touched the door knob. "Thank you, Kip. I enjoyed having at least one person here on my side," he said as he exited.
That night, Dexter lay in bed, awake long after all the others had gone to sleep. He waited until exactly midnight to get out of bed, though; that was when the people patrolling the hallways at night finally went to bed themselves and turned the video cameras on. He had exactly five minutes to break into the Pokemon storage lab, get Antozaro, and get off the school grounds without being seen... all assuming that the patrol people were already gone. He crept for the door, bringing only a small bag containing his most precious belongings with him; he would pay a visit home before he set off, he decided. Wearing only an undershirt and his boxers so as to keep his walking noise to a minimum, he crept down the hallways to the storage center. He entered the code on the doorway that Kip had told him in his conversation; 3-4-6-1-6-5-4. A green light came on instead of red and he pushed open the door. He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to figure out which Pokeball would contain Zar. A mix between the strong mental connection and the slight wobbling made it easy.
+You're really going through with this, aren't you?+[/color] Zar commented as he was let out. "Yes, Zar, now please be quiet until we get out of here. And don't comment on my attire either," he said. +I wouldn't dare comment on your attire. I would just state facts about it; your boxers are definitely in style,+[/color] Zar said. Dexter sighed as Zar giggled a bit and they headed out. He checked a clock on his way to the main entrance; he had two minutes left. "Come on Zar, let's make a run for it," Dexter said as he sprinted the rest of the way, surprised at how quiet he could run at such a fast face. Zar glided even with his shoulders the entire way. A custodian who was listening to music with his back to the door turned around at the feel of vibrating floor. Curious, he opened the door from the room he was cleaning to see the back end of a Ralts exiting the front door down the hall. "Ah, ye ol' geezer, ye need to stop yer drinkin'... perhaps stop workin' nights," he said to himself as he closed the door and went back to mopping.
Dexter put on his clothes as soon as he had scaled the wall on the far side of the front of the school; the only place where the wall wasn't as tall and wasn't made of metal bars that was within reach. Just as he jumped off, he saw red dots appear on cameras that were outside the school entrance. "We made it, Zar! We made it! Now you won't have to worry about getting another trainer, and we can show the world what a real bond is like," Dexter said, slipping on his pants and other clothing. +It feels... good, to be free, actually,+[/color] Antozaro said, inhaling the fresh air outside of the school walls that he had never breathed. "Well, come on; let's do something about our freedom, eh?" Dexter said as he set off towards home.
After High School - Present Day
When Dexter arrived home a few after he escaped from his school, his parents were shocked. They asked all kinds of question; Why did you do it? What about your education? What will you do now? and so on. He answered all with one reply: "I found myself a friend for life, and I can't bear to part with him. I want to go on an actual journey, not get default Pokemon my entire life. I will start an adventure of my own; you can't and won't stop me. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I'm not a little kid anymore, nor am I as reserved," he said. That seemed to shut his parents up, and they reluctantly let him go. When Kip's right-hand woman called asking if Dexter's parents knew where he went, they acted surprised; they were respecing their only son now. He wasn't like he used to be, and he was smart enough to take care of himself. He had changed these last few years; every time he came home during a week-long break every other few months he seemed more social and open-minded.
Now, Dexter is on his own adventure, putting his past behind him, traveling with Zar. He hopes one day that he will be a Gallade, but that day is far off, he knew. He had to properly train; something he hadn't done but was looking forward to doing. He would prefer to have psychic-type Pokemon on his team, or something that is along the lines. Ghost-types also amused him; as he set off for a lab he had recently heard about, Zar gliding by his shoulder as always, he wondered; what starter would he choose, if he got to choose one? And if he couldn't choose a starter since he had Zar with him... he would have to stop by a PokeMart and purchase some Pokeballs with what little money he had.
"Sinjoenn; here I come!"
Anything Else?
Dexter is much like Sabrina, the Psychic Gym Leader. He isn't as brutal as she is, but he likes to get the point across not to mess with him. He also likes to have his coat collar up, so as to conceal his face more. He prefers to be 'that man' most of the time.
Chosen Path
A mixture between Trainer, Breeder and Coordinator. He's strong for his trainer-like part, he breeds his Pokemon wisely, and he is excellent at making moves look much more brilliant than they really are.
((Question... would it be alright if Ralts was level 10-15? I mean, he got him in Middle School and has had him for a while, and only level 10-15 is even low for having him that long
... Or, if possible, could he be higher level?))WOOHOO! FINALLY FINISHED! 7:21PM CENTRAL(KANSAS) TIME ON FEBRUARY 10
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