Desmond-Delores Dean
Nov 9, 2019 5:47:24 GMT -8
Post by squidtonio on Nov 9, 2019 5:47:24 GMT -8
Trainer Profile
Character Name: Desmond-Delores Dean
Nickname: Dee
Gender: M
Age: 17
Trainer Class: Backpacker
Hometown: Sangproctor City, West Godai
Height: 6’2
Weight: 122lb
Hair Color & Style: You got a man with long jet black hair tied back into something you could tentatively call a ponytail. With most of his hair kept out of his face, his LAME ASS forehead is always visible. A few rebel strands have escaped their elastic containment granting him a charming boon to his messy aesthetic.
Eyes: Sharp, thin lids housing dark brown eyes stare back at you. There’s a distinct dark underline under them, an evident consequence from his long time on the road. They give off this hostile vibe, but if you’re into that kind of thing, there’s a charm to them. His brows are manicured and thick.
Clothing/Accessories:From the shoes to the top, if there’s an Adidas equivalent in Godai, he’s wearing it. His only real change of clothes is a different jacket, so in harsh, snowy climates, Dee is a little unprepared. He keeps a spare T-shirt in the bag but three different socks in case any of them get wet or torn.
The Fab 5:
SHOES: Really expensive hi-tops hardcourts with the black, white, and gold stripes. The laces themselves are also black just to let people know he’s not useless.
SOCKS: For a man on the road for so long, he’s gotta have some comfy socks. White and cuts off just above the ankles with a brand logo plastered on the side.
SWEATPANTS: Easy, breezy cord-tied black sweatpants with those telling white stripes running along the length of it. Two deep pockets so he could fit a myriad of things in. Especially his WALKMAN. There’s been some wear and tear on the knees; he could use a change.
SICK BOMBER JACKET: Light brown--almost golden-- ornamented with those white stripes along the sleeve area. They’re padded for warmth and protection and especially style. They have snap pockets on the front and that iconic bomber collar. Stitched on his left sleeve, there’s a decorative patch that reads “Heaven Ain’t Hard 2 Find”.
EARRING: A single stud earring on the left ear. It means a LOT to him. Almost as much as his WALKMAN. The crown jewel of the FAB 5.
The Rest of His Clothing:
T-SHIRT: Basic plain white-T but the color contrasts with the bomber jacket pretty slick. A faithful garment that has weathered much sweat, blood, and tears. Sweat from travelling a lot, blood from cutting himself that one time while cooking for himself, and tears because he cut himself that one time while cooking for himself.
SPORTS BAG: Surprisingly, Dee is a good long-distance jogger. Anyway, it’s a duffel bag with a sliding strap on the shoulder strap and big enough to fit all sorts of valuables in there. However right now, all he’s got are a few changes of clothes, some potions, pokeballs, and of course his cassette tapes.
SHOEBOX WALKMAN: Loyal companion, second to his Poochyena. A retro model that’s been with him for years. Plays cassette and equipped with earphones. A corner of it has been chewed up a little. You Know Who Dunnit.
EARPHONES: Always connected to his WALKMAN. The wire is kept safely underneath his shirt.
Alt. Costumes:
COOL PARKA: When the bomber jacket isn’t enough, the parka comes out. A stark black parka with the white stripes along the sleeves that cut just over his wrists, logo just above the left breast, high collar, and water-repellent finish. It’s made of durable nylon and stuffed with down. Comes with a hood to weather any harsh weather. Considered a part of the Fab 5. Fab 5B.
General Appearance: Eerily tall and so freakishly thin, Dee borders on found footage cryptid and Absolute Mad Lad. Equipped with sharp eyes accentuated by a slight dark circles, this backpacker may look intimidating, but he’s got as much bark as a Breloom. His hair is tied into a ponytail most times and it’s long enough to touch his shoulders if left unrestrained. The small mole on his nose grants him 10 Charm Points. It’s a little inaccurate to call him “gaunt”, but his well-defined bone structure gives that impression. His jawline is pretty sharp and his chin is pointed. Dee styles his hair to make sure his face is always visible--this means forehead, ears, and all--showing his pale complexion for all to witness. As skinny as he is, beneath his shirt hides a pretty athletic body. This is thanks to all that jogging and exercise he does. But aside from the top of his head, he’s practically hairless. Maybe there exists meager wisps of hair on his chest, but they’re practically invisible upon cursory inspection.
Dee, fully erect, stands at a staggering 6’2. But most of the time he’s slouching, weighed by his duffel bag, and he never sits--he slavs. Dee’s default expression is this mixture of detachment and curiosity, but he’s pretty expressive when he wants to be. Inside his stony exterior lies fellow who wears his heart on his Godaidas sleeve. When he likes or dislikes something, it’ll be pretty evident.
Personality: Dee, as a child, possessed great curiosity and low self-awareness. That didn’t really change as he got older. He’s spacey, stubborn, simple, but wonderfully curious. It’s his best quality; Desmond finds delight in the simplest of vistas. His heart’s passion lies in travelling the world just to experience standing before majesty.
But it’s a little hard to know that in the way that he’s always on the go. It would be inaccurate to call him impatient--he’s known to take his time. But it’s in the way he goes at his own pace, almost never matching the pace of fellow travellers or friends. Even with his own family members it’s keep up or be left behind. When asked about this behavior, he tersely expressed little need to wait up if you’re going the same place.
In the same vein, he’s quite stubborn. As stated before, he has a very “my way or the highway” mentality. Dee is stubborn as a result of his upbringing, in which his family is also very stubborn, stuck-in-their-way kinds of people. Their collectivism bred a need to stick together and take nothing from no one praxis. This could be construed as a fault or a strength of his.
At his core, Desmond retained his familial teachings of love and patience. And while his sense of love is not overt, it is suffused in everything he does.
In order to save money for meals, Dee has learned to cook amature dishes for himself and his partner. He has no problems inviting kindred travelers a spot in his campsite. Bigger portions are typically given to guests, and he does these sort of things secretly. Often times he prefers to be the listener. Then in the mornings, he gets up before them, packs them leftovers (if applicable) and leaves before they can wake up.
Remember: If you don’t want to be left behind, better wake up on time!
His silent comforts of course extend outside of meal times. Dee has no problem sharing things--it’s what he was raised to do--but nothing too grand that it would be troublesome for the other party. He’s the kind of person who would notice when you’re cold and wordlessly slip his jacket on you. Dee hates making a big deal of things.
And his quiet sort of personality ends up making him really funny when he doesn’t intend to be. This is a fact that he takes advantage of, so as a result, Dee is REALLY good at deadpan humor.
As stated previously, the teen prefers to take the listener role. But that’s not to say he doesn’t like talking. With the right topics, the right venue, he’ll gush about things when given the opportunity. You’ll begin to understand that he really has a passion for other cultures, places, and food. Dee is most receptive to cooking tips.
Desmond is seldom serious, even in battles. He rarely gets mad and can scarcely find the energy for it. He never sulks over lost battles or failures and can’t be bothered to linger over them. Dee does, however, get frustrated. The best comparison I can make is a grumpy cat who will avoid displeasing things with a sense of mild annoyance. It’s how he manages stressful situations as well--avoid them at all costs.
His stubbornness plays well here, and would go so far as to ignore and simply walk away from someone should they be the cause of said stress.
But it’s important to mention if he ever does get mad, it’ll be for good reasons.
History: Desmond Dean is the only child between James and Delores Dean. They live in a small apartment building in Sangproctor City along with his aunt, uncle, grandmammy, and three younger cousins. Despite their numbers, their socioeconomic status is on the lower end, but to make up for this, they look out for each other. It should be mentioned that they live together in collectivistic nature, so everyone’s privacy pays the price. But in exchange, relationships are well-maintained and respect is always a priority.
Delores was the victim of a tragic car accident when Dee was still in his single digit years. This would be before his cousins were born, and he was still learning about the world around him. So while his family mourned her passing, he was trying to wrap his head around this concept of mortality. How could he grieve for something he didn’t understand? This loss would greatly affect him in the future.
Dee’s mother was kind and gentle and seldom got upset. Before her passing, she tried to impart the values of love and patience as well as stories of the places she visited in her youth. Delores used to be a steward, so her work took her all over Godai, and then some.
Desmond as a child was often confused. Maybe it’d be more apt to call him a curious child. He was one of those kids with a dulled sense of awareness and found himself in a lot of perilous situations. He had a penchant for wandering into comically dangerous situations: playing with the cleaning chemicals, pulling at bookshelves, interacting with wild Pokemon, etc. Miraculously, he emerged from these encounters unscathed. It was usually Delores or his aunt or uncle to come to his rescue. Eventually he was taught to do basic first-aid on himself in the event of an actual accident. There was a lot going on in the Dean household, what with people going to work and later auntie would be in the throes of pregnancy--but someone was always keeping an eye on the boy.
It became increasingly evident to Dee that their socioeconomic status wasn’t the highest. Late night family meetings would be overheard from bed. Still in his single digit years, Dee started being cautious about voicing the things that he wanted. Children can be quite perceptive. So it was time to activate his young boy imagination powers: how do I entertain myself? Desmond threw himself into a new hobby: books. Travel catalogues and atlases became his mainstay because there was something so gravitating about rolling green hills and stretches of snow. So actually it was less reading but more looking at the nice pictures.
After Delores’ death, the Dean residence turned into a tomb of gloom. James had always been reticent, but his wife was the reason he tried to be more out-going... But her passing had him suddenly regress. He turned to his hobby for comfort of online gaming. His crutch to remind of the time he first met her. Uncle picked up double shifts after auntie was too pregnant to work. Grandma wobbled in her rocking chair, offering sagacious words and comfort. It became gram’s responsibility to instill the legacy of Delores into young Dee. She helped reinforce those values of tolerance and love and to stand up in the face of adversity. In addition, the meaning of death, and the subsequent importance of life.
And then, one day, everything grandma taught him started to make sense. After hours in a hospital waiting room, Dee met his baby cousins: Katie, Cameron, and Colby (Katie being the first to come). What did new life mean to him? The sight of his new family explained a lot, but consequently made him start missing his mother.
Fast forward a handful of years: Dee is about fourteen and the kids are about six. Things are busy and hustling in the house. For the most part, the part of keeping the triplets entertained fell upon Dee. At the same time, the outside called to him. Desmond started exploring the city with the trio following closely behind. He held himself with a sense of responsibility, and he was a good older sibling for the most part. Dee played the role of the “cool and calm older brother” type pretty well. It turned from simple walks around the block to trespassing into closed or abandoned buildings. The quartet snuck under fences and hopped over walls--all spearheaded by the increasingly reckless Desmond. Urban exploration became a big part of their lives,and it was of course kept quiet around the adults. But this risk-taking behavior started to escalate, and when the triplets jumped ship, Dee persisted. Eventually it got to the point where he started to learn parkour to run from security guards. A particularly dangerous slip left him with a fractured wrist and a visit to the police box.
Upon return, he expect an earful from his parents…
...But instead got some compassionate feedback. Grandma and the others picked up on the signs early on--Dee was starting to act out due to that growing void in his heart. After a heartfelt discussion, he understood himself better.
While it helped ease the pain, it didn’t quite fill the hole. Still, their payment in kindness was truly a boon to his impressionable teenaged mind. If not for the patience they preached, Dee would’ve walked off a darker path. Or so he believes.
Since the accident, the teen picked up a healthier hobby: jogging. It was a morning activity while his cousins were asleep, and after he’d take them out for ice cream or to the park. It became a routine: wake up, freshen up, jog, play with the kids, sleep.
Desmond, now age 16, was looking pretty lean. He prescribed himself a dose of Godaidas brand clothing and hip-hop, making his aesthetic look mad fresh. He became obsessed with style and music and followed his wanderlust. Those jogging trips took him around the city, but with less trespassing. A dream to travel the world formed in his heart, but trepidation and a lack of welfare kept it under wraps.
The wheels of fate began to turn one day on a mundane Monday morning minutes before his mexercise (I couldn’t think of any synonyms for exercise that started with an “m”) when a fleeing Poochyena crossed his path. It was a scene right out of a movie: a dashing dog with a wallet in its mouth tailed by a frenzied fellow. Dee took the reigns and sped after it. His experience in parkour and urban exploration gave him an edge and their epic chase took them around the city, until a well-timed tackle dubbed Dee the winner. But in that moment where he held that Poochyena in his hands, in that moment where they looked each other in the eyes and felt a connection? Dee saw a little of himself in that pooch: that risk-taking behavior, that need go-go-go--it was all there.
But there was no room for a Pokemon in the Dean household. Money was tight. But Daddy Dean made it work. Somewhere in between Katie, Colby, and Cameron’s birth and Desmond’s accident, James made a comeback. He started working again and helped in supporting the family. When asked what he would name the Poochyena, Dee named him “Deathblow”.
They tentatively accepted this.
Deathblow became a welcomed member and a hit with the kids. Though young-D didn’t feel so strongly for them in return. Despite bonding with Dee, Deathblow was still a willful and stubborn pup. They acknowledged each other through indirect contact. “You take care of me, I’ll take care of you”. That was their banter especially during his morning jog--which Deathblow was of course a part of. In addition to that, he found himself a part-time job to help with the family money situation. James at first tried to talk him out of it, but his son stubbornly refused.
With his income, he took it upon himself to provide necessities for his Poke-partner in addition the pokeball that he finally housed him in. After discovering that he could avoid the cousins by going into the ball, Deathblow figured out how to work one himself.
Also, it should be mentioned that both of them have no experience in battle whatsoever.
On the eve of Dee’s 17th birthday, he made an important announcement.
“We’re leaving.”
Dee being a teen of few words put him before the trial of the Deans with only those two words. Bag fully packed and ready to just. Go.
After the initial protest and shock, it became increasingly evident that their words were for naught. It would surely be an expensive endeavour, but Dee saved up enough money for at least a year on the road. He explained at length the use of his budget and where he would go. Of course, this included Deathblow’s needs as well. His plans were surprisingly well put-together and set his family at ease. They exchanged birthday wishes and gifts. Before setting off, he was presented with a tidy new walkman and some cassette tapes. He was persuaded to stay that one last day before heading off.
And then, it was the next morning. Early, early morning.
But he didn’t expect to see James waiting by the door. Having pulled an all-nighter for his game, he was set to say his final good-byes to his son. Just like his progeny, James spoke very little. Wordlessly, he handed his son one of the earrings he wore--a memento of Delores. Thankfully he had both ears pierced when he was 15, so it sat comfortably in the left lobe. Dee became Desmond-Delores in that moment, keeping his mother’s heart close to his at all times. Despite not knowing her very well, the gesture impacted him greatly.
In the stead of a good-bye, James said one thing to his son: “Live your life to the fullest, so that Heaven ain’t hard to find.”
In a way, this journey was meant to memorialize the memory of his mother. But his desire to see the world became the catalyst to this adventure. His passion for wandering finally became a career. With backpack and Deathblow in tow, Desmond-Delores Dean sets out to seek the next vista.
Inventory
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HolocasterTrainer Advancement
Advancement Points: 0
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Total EXP Gained: 0
| Pokemon | |
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 Poochyena Caught at Level 5 Nickname: Deathblow Gender: M Type: Dark Ability: Quickfeet Height: 1'8 Weight: 30lb Health: Scrawny EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (7/9) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D10 Total Stats: 45
Vitamins Used: None | Moveset: 1. Tackle 4. Howl Unique Moves: - - - - Item: |
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