Clayton Albright
Jan 7, 2021 0:34:02 GMT -8
Post by claytonalbright on Jan 7, 2021 0:34:02 GMT -8
Trainer Profile
Character Name: Clayton Albright
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Trainer Class: Shady Guy
Height: 6’1"
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair Color & Style: Clayton has medium-length hair that’s naturally dark, but he bleaches it lighter on a regular basis. It’s almost always tousled in a way to make it look messier (he thinks it looks better that way), but he’s not averse to straightening it for more formal appearances...or just to make himself look a bit more trustworthy. Without any care, it has a tendency to curl and tangle itself into a mess that takes a while to undo.
Eyes: A pale blue. When he isn’t obscuring them with sunglasses, Clayton’s eyes fairly sparkle with energy; whether this is earnest or mischievous energy at any given moment is anybody’s guess. They're about average in size, and have a longer shape and flatter angle reminiscent of his heritage.
Clothing/Accessories: Above all, Clayton prioritizes clothes that are easy to move in. He’s both a scrapper and a trainer; anything that would restrict his movement would just get in the way most of the time. With that in mind, he tends towards light clothing on a day to day basis, such as T-Shirts and cargo shorts/jeans. His favorite colors of shirts are black and white, but he has various other shades stuffed away in his pack. Rounding out the ensemble are a pair of hiking boots, built for constant travel and physical work. His usual travel accessories are twofold: A pair of leather gloves, for protecting himself while working, and a pair of thick sunglasses, less valuable than they were in the sunny nation of Isda but still full of uses.
As a recent immigrant from Isda, Clayton was rather taken aback by the sheer cold Godai could produce, and he wasted no time putting together a warmer ensemble for winter. After deciding the heavy jackets were far too bulky for his taste, he grabbed a woolen sweater from a local merchant and a pair of heavy sweatpants that could trap heat. He trades out his hiking shoes for snowboots, his leather gloves for heavier, heat-trapping gloves, and his sunglasses for a warm winter hat. Despite all this preparation, though, he still dislikes the cold, and would rather just curl up inside with the heat and some hot chocolate.
Finally, despite his taste for working clothes, Clayton understands that there are some times where dressing up can help one get ahead, and so he keeps aside a simple set of a white button-up shirt, black dress pants, and a tie.
General Appearance: Clayton isn’t exactly the type of person who springs to mind when you think of somebody physically inclined; his shoulders are relatively slim, and he would definitely qualify on the lankier end of things. But don’t be fooled. His frame, while lean, is also wiry, with a surprising amount of strength and the dexterity to put it to use in his work. His face is fairly handsome, with smooth cheeks but sharp features inherited more from his father's side of the family.
Clayton’s demeanor and mannerisms are friendly, but guarded. He’s warm and welcoming enough in his looks and actions that it’s easy to hold small talk with him, but getting anything significant might feel somewhat like pulling teeth. One might mistake this for shadiness and misdirecting, but it's actually quite honest for Clayton; he's the type who could speak for a long while without giving away anything important about himself.
His complexion is clear, with a skin tone on the darker side both from his islander heritage (mother’s side) and from spending most of his years on a sunny equatorial island. He has several scars from childhood escapades, most notably a nasty winding one on his upper left leg from a jellyfish many years ago.
Hometown: Isda
Personality: Looking at Clayton at first, it’s easy to pin on him the defining trait of “greedy”. Clayton is a man who parts with things poorly, and collects like few others. There’s rarely a moment where his bags don’t nearly overflow with various junk, even with his Grimer’s assistance, and he drives a hard bargain for even the most mundane goods and services. But that would be reductive of Clayton’s life. He collects not only because of money, but because of a fierce belief that everything in this world has value, and that everything deserves to play a role in the picture of life. (He also does it because of money, though.)
Clayton dreams of a world where everything has a use, and strives to see that come true. He’s a fierce proponent of recycling, a nearly compulsive hoarder, and even at his young age, he has quite an appraising eye. His favorite phrase is “One man’s trash is another’s treasure”. Of course, his other favorite phrase is “finder’s keepers”, and he won’t hesitate to lay claim to lost items and sell them...even if maybe he knows where they came from.
See, even with such a lofty goal, Clayton is still very much a self-centered man. Growing up as the middle child in a large Isdan family below the poverty line for much of his life, Clayton had it drilled into him early on that if he wanted something out of life, he had to either grab it himself, or work out a mutual agreement with his siblings. This mentality has carried over with him, even as he and his family earned enough money to make a living for themselves now. To Clayton, everything in life is a matter of give and take, and the fools are the ones who give without any take, either purposefully or accidentally. Not that it makes him a fan of just taking, either; he’s not going to stoop to a poacher’s level and steal Pokemon any time soon. Neither is he shy about making deals that will only benefit him later, being quite willing to invest for a future payoff. But if there’s no chance of payoff in some form, then he likely won’t participate.
Clayton is remarkably social, easily making small talk with various kinds of folks. The Isdan value of friendliness has easily rubbed off on him, making him friendly even compared to many fellow Isdans. To a more reserved Godian, he can easily come off as totally overbearing and entirely too casual, a cultural difference he still struggles with. Despite this, however, or perhaps because of it, he’s become a master of not spilling too much information when he speaks. Information is just as valuable as scrap, and probably even moreso; Clayton knows when to keep a secret. On the other hand, he will rarely volunteer facts about himself, even the fact that he works in part to help out his family back home. In a way, he cultivates a worse reputation for himself that way than he would if he were simply open about it.
As a Trainer, now, Clayton's interests are expansive. He's quite taken with the general idea of trainerhood, being able to collect and battle Pokemon as needed, and is very excited to see what will come of being able to expand his own collection of friends. Even more than that, however, is the idea of being free to do whatever he wants. As much as a collector, he's an explorer at heart, a man who wants nothing less than to overturn every nook and cranny of Godai to see what he can find (and, of course, add to his own collection). To this end, Clayton's current goal is clear: Explore everything Godai has to offer, from people to food to places both bustling and lost to the ages. And in pursuit of this, he'll partake in all kinds of activities, from attending large gatherings to eating at unfamiliar restaurants to finding abandoned places to anything else that could qualify as an adventure. The last one, in particular, is of interest to him, given his fascination with lost treasure and his history with archaeology classes.
As composed as he seems, it’s important to remember that Clayton is still a late teen in a country he has hardly any experience with. While he may be more savvy than the average tourist, he’s still dealing with a tremendous amount of culture shock as a new arrival in Godai, and he learns new things every day about the country and its history. Which, granted, is exactly what he came for. But just in what ways learning about Godai will change Clayton and his views is yet to be seen.
History: Clayton was born a middle child in a large family on Isda, with two older siblings and two younger to come. His parents, independent fishers by trade, worked tirelessly to support their family, but maintaining a seven-person family and a mom and pop shop in the face of burgeoning rival industry is no easy feat. As a result, by the time Clayton was old enough to remember things clearly, his family was already hovering below the poverty line. Clayton’s younger memories are plagued by the thought of being a “have-not”, not being able to follow any of the trends of his school peers and having to rely on school lunches while his friends brought wonderfully packed homemade affairs from their parents.
Others might have become bitter, but not Clayton. Instead, his child’s mind decided that if he couldn’t have the cool things others had, he would simply have to hoard everything he could get his hands on. He became the king of hand-me-downs, endlessly bothering his older brother and sister for their things, and ‘finders, keepers’ became his motto. He amassed a hoard of lost objects from school larger than the school’s actual lost and found, and when it was discovered that he had other people’s things, he would charge a small finder’s fee. He toed the line a few times, but with enough practice (and teacher lectures) he managed to find prices that made others grumble, but kept them strung along. He would ask for simple, non-monetary things like a bite from their prized lunchbox, or showing him how to play a game, or even looking at a picture of cool Pokemon that they had lying around. Clayton devoured it all, hoarding knowledge and new experiences just like he hoarded lost things.
This continued through primary school, as Clayton amassed a truly worrying amount of what other people would call junk. The only way he would part with it willingly was for the sake of his family; he passed on the hand-me-down love to his younger sisters, who had mixed reactions to his collection but appreciated the gesture behind it nonetheless. His parents, as well, tried in their free moments to help him clean out his collection, finding him a friend in a nearby recycling plant where he could take his collection and receive a reward for it. This was the true beginning of his love for recycling; with enough effort, many things could be repurposed into something useful and meaningful. But there was still a sizable amount that simply couldn’t be salvaged, whether composed of meaningless materials or simply too weathered to be reborn. These caused Clayton no end of grief up through his elementary school graduation, where he graduated with middling marks in every class.
Secondary School was when Clayton’s life really began to pick up. His two older siblings, now able to work on their own, began to support the family and bring them over the poverty line. His oldest sister in particular took up to helping the family business with her Pokemon, practically tripling their yields overnight. This is what sparked Clayton’s practical interest in Pokemon. He inquired at the recycling plant, and learned of a special variant of Grimer that lived in Isda, consuming trash in particular. Finally, a use for the rest of his collection! Clayton went about acquiring an Isdan Grimer as soon as he was able to pass the various checks placed on a Pokemon that could create dangerous poisons, naming it after a favorite childhood science experiment of his. From then on, the two were inseparable, overcoming many trials throughout Clayton’s middle teens (figuring out how to keep the Grimer from causing messes chief among them).
As for schooling itself, Clayton’s grades remained middling, but he took to the more open schedule with much more happiness than before. In particular, he found himself drawn to the few offered courses on archaeology and anthropology, finding interest in lost treasure on an entirely different level than the hoarding he’d been investing in so far. For Clayton, secondary school was all about broadening his horizons, learning about all the various treasures the world hid, the various ways he could get them, and the best ways to make use of them. In learning about these, he began to pursue the various methods through which he could find lost objects, acquiring his current physique and a diving certification. All on top of this, he picked up a part time job at the recycling plant as soon as he was of age, contributing to the family finances whenever he could.
Finally, the day of graduation came, and Clayton was faced with a choice: University, or work? The choice might seem hard, especially since Clayton was the first child in the family for whom university was a realistic option. But secondary school had awakened a wanderlust within Clayton, and the option was easy. He passed the opportunity down to his sisters, and used his remaining money to set off for broader horizons. Namely, for Godai, the region famous for its rich history and many opportunities. Of course, once he got there, he realized the Godai region was rather different from his homeland of Isda. Much bigger, for one. And more dangerous, for another. He’d need a way to protect himself. Fortunately, he had a lifelong partner who’d make for a great bodyguard if given the chance. So it was that Clayton acquired not only a permit for working in Godai, but also a Trainer’s License, and set off on his quest to explore the region. Who knows what he’ll trawl up?
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 Isdan Grimer Caught at Level 5 Nickname: Oobleck, “Bleck”, “Bleckins”, “Bleckington”, other permutations thereof Gender: Male Type: Poison/Dark Ability: Poison Touch Height: 2’4” Weight: 92 lbs Health: Intermediate EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (7/9) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D8 Total Stats: 55
Vitamins Used: None | Moveset: 1. Poison Gas 1. Pound 4. Harden Unique Moves: - - - - Item: |
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