Group: Fabricant
Posts: 59
Member No.: 19
Joined: 10-August 10
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APPLICANT INFORMATION
Applicant Name: What's in a name? Excelsior Tou
Alias(es): Do I hear someone calling me from afar? Excel, Ex, Ix, Tower Or is that just the wind in the leaves, or a passing car?
Sex: I'm a gentleman, such a gentleman Male
Age: Roaming the earth for 16 years
Current Residence: There's a place somewhere out there that I call home Orre
Legendary Pokemon of Interest: There’s a beast that lurks inside the best of us Rayquaza has always amazed Ex. He grew up hearing the stories about the legendary ‘god of the sky’, who could breathe lightning, fire and ice, flatten forests with a single swipe of its tail and whip up cyclones at a whim. The noble serpent that could destroy whole towns in the blink of an eye, yet it chose not to, and, instead, it protected the weak, easily corrupted humans. Excelsior wanted to know why it bothered to help nurture a race so laced with evil and ill-will. He had no idea just how much he was going to find out, whether he wanted to or not.
Boarding Preferences: Love thine neighbour like a brother, and treat him well Ex doesn’t particularly mind whom he shares his room with, provided they aren’t axe-murderers. Other than that, anything is fine by him, although he wouldn’t mind some variation.
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
General Description: Never judge a book by its cover Excelsior’s eyes are a silver-grey colour, calm and collected looking with no vision problems and therefore no correctional items. If one were to look into Ex’s eyes, they could easily become lost in their depths, which seem as if they could hold countless stories, mysteries, secrets and long-lost legends, along with the secret of life. This is what they look like when he’s calm, which is almost all the time, but should he become sad or pained, they would quickly darken until they were almost black, like empty gaping holes which had been drilled all the way through to a soul that was no longer there because it had run away to hide. Almost just as rare as his being anguish was Excelsior feeling ecstatic. In this case, his eyes would almost radiate light, brightening until they were so nearly white. Really, his emotions were generally hard to tell, but his eyes would always give him away.
Another noticeable trait about Excelsior is his skin colour, which is a pale white around the same shade as a piece of paper. No matter how long he spends in the sun, it never seems to tan or lighten, nor gain freckles, although it will eventually turn red from prolonged exposure to high-concentration UV rays. Despite his family’s wealth, the soles of his feet and the palms of his hands are covered in tough calluses from hard work outside.
Black as a raven’s wings, Ex’s hair is about five centimetres long, feathery and falls over his eyes. That’s where the resemblance between a bird and Excelsior’s hair ends. Unless you mean a bird’s nest. Because there’s certainly plenty of resemblance to that particular things, with bits sticking up, out to the side and flopping lazily down over his eyes and the nape of his neck. No amount of combing or haircuts could make Ex’s hair behave itself.
Additional Information: I’ll spread my wings and fly away Ex comes in at 178cm, with long, slender limbs and a build that looks slight when, in fact, he is actually wiry and well-muscled. He generally wears a black t-shirt and black jeans, along with leather boots. Or, occasional, no footwear at all.
Face Claim: Hei - Darker than Black
PERSONALITY SURVEY
Personal Analysis: Falling slowly, eyes that know me If one were to describe or liken Excelsior’s persona to something, the closest match would be a huge body of water. Generally calm and collected on the surface, with many currents and unseen turmoils beneath. He hardly ever does or says anything without thinking it through thoroughly first. Something of a dreamer, Ex will occasionally trail off mid-sentence and stare off into the distance, ceasing to remember who he was talking to, or where he is until he is yanked back to reality. It’s near impossible to make Ix mad, but if you keep pushing him and pushing him or you seriously betray his trust, he will eventually snap and lash out. As a side note, he packs one hell of a punch.
Ex is extremely protective of those close to him; he’ll go through anything and anyone for them, and won’t abandon them no matter what happens. However, he’s generally gentle and soft-spoken. Add that to being raised by a wealthy family and Ex has pretty much been branded with the incorrect title of snob wherever he went. He mainly keeps himself to himself, although he doesn’t mind company or making friends. He has a thirst for knowledge, always wanting to learn something new, although he doesn’t show off his intellect, and will happily listen to what anyone has to say.
Ex is almost always patient and will put aside time for everyone. He hides his feelings well, and if he doesn’t want you to know what he’s thinking or feeling, you won’t. End of story.
BACKGROUND CHECK
Excelsior Tou was an only child in a family of three. His parents were scholars, who studied ancient languages and science. From an early age, they taught him all about the English language, the basics of science and also, strangely enough, the art of origami. Once Ex turned eight, he quickly abandoned the traditional paper-folding activity, although his parents continued to home-school him, despite his protests. However, ignoring his parents’ protests, the young child took up archery as a small escape from his parents and their strange quirks. These lessons came to an abrupt end when they moved house to the other side of the Orre region. Ex quickly adapted to the move however, and, while he was unable to find another person who could teach him archery, the bush on the edge of their property became his sanctuary. This is where he obtained his first Pokemon, when he was ten years of age.
It was an unusually cold day on the property, with a bitter wind that sliced through his clothes as if he weren’t even wearing any. Fortunately, he didn’t go around without anything on, so there was little doubt in his mind that he wasn’t clothed. Once again, as soon as his lessons had finished he was out of the house and headed for the bush, lunch carefully stowed in a backpack that was slung lazily over one shoulder. Once he reached his usual haunt, a small clearing, he was about to stop and sit down, perhaps read a book, when an idea formed in his mind; why not go just a little bit further into the bush? He couldn’t get lost, after all. His trail through the trees was quite visible, and even if he did somehow manage to lose his bearings, it wasn’t a particularly big clump of trees, so he could easily at least get out of the tree-line, and then simply walk around the woods in order to get back to his house. His mind made up, Ex ignored his clearing, and kept walking, listening to the sounds of nature around him, occasionally stopping to study a peculiar plant or bug.
Ex was examining a plant with long, arrow-shaped leaves which he’d never seen before when he heard it. A shuffling, rustling noise, wandering through the undergrowth towards him. Not at all concerned or worried in the slightest by the sounds, the boy crouched down and waited to see just what was trudging towards him. When the Pokemon finally hopped into view, Excelsior’s heart skipped a beat. Even at the first stage of its evolutionary line, the bird was, in his eyes, magnificent, with lightly ruffled cream and brown feathers, a strong beak and sharp talons.
The Pidgey pecked around for a bit, hopped forwards and spotted Excelsior. At the sight of the child, it tilted its head to one side and let out a curious coo-ing sound, before shuffling forwards to investigate the intruder in its woods. Grey eyes alert and watching the Pokemon closely, he reached into his back-pack and drew out a sandwich with two fingers, meticulously peeling off the gladwrap before he tossed the food at the birds feet. With another coo, the Pidgey regarded the male human closely before evidently deciding that he posed no threat and tearing ravenously into the bread. It left the salad untouched. All the time, Ex had moved slightly closer, closer, but catiously, as to not startle the flying-type, so it surprised him when the Pokemon waddled up to him nudged his arm with its head before it fluttered onto his shoulder. Hardly believing his luck to have found a friendly Pokemon who was willing to come home with him, he set off at a jog towards home. Of course, his parents wouldn’t mind him having a companion that much, but that didn’t mean he could simply go waltzing into the house, Trill on his shoulder. Trill of course being the name that he had decided to bestow upon the beautiful bird. So first, he had to convince his parents, which was, as he had predicted, rather easy. After that, Trill and Excelsior became inseparable, going practically everywhere together, except at night, when Excelsior would leave the window open so his adorable Pidgey could come and go as she pleased.
The years passed, and Trill grew into a Pidgeotto, then a Pidgeot. Excelsior continued his studies, learning more far faster than most adolescents, dividing his spare time between trekking through the woods and practicing various martial arts. Then, one day while studying on the net, he saw the ad. It promised that selected participants would study a legendary of their choice, get hands-on experience with said legendary and have the experience of a life time. More curious than anything else, Excelsior filled out the form and sent off the application. After all, he was in the age limit, and Rayquaza had always been so mysterious and interesting to him, and here was the perfect chance to learn more about the legend. He’d reasoned with himself, thinking that even if it wasn’t exactly what was promised on the advertisement, it couldn’t be that bad after all. He had little idea just how wrong he was...
Additional Information: Stare into my eyes and tell me what you see {Translation of name; Excelsior = Ever Upward, Tou = Tower}
LIABILITY INFORMATION
Player Name: Pulling the strings, the person behind the mask Kazza I’m the modern-day Jeckyll and Hyde
Contact Information: Whispered words will reach the intended ear PM, if you want my MSN, ask me for it and I’ll send it to you via PM. If it’s urgent and I’m not on the forum, ask either Omni or Quid to deliver a message next time I’m on MSN But only if they’re said with meaning
How You Found Us: I’ll seek you out, flay you alive Through Omni on MSN; I was a member on the original site One more word and you won’t survive
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Excelsior Tou, SECOND WAVE
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