Post by Zachary Hazel on Feb 26, 2013 0:02:16 GMT -6
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| ZACHARY | HAZEL |
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WELCOMING TO THE STAGE... UM, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? ► | the name's zachary alexander hazel. most just call me professor hazel or mr. hazel, and very few are allowed to call me by my first name, zach. |
WELL, THEN, HELLO! NOW, THIS MAY SEEM RUDE, BUT... WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME YOUR GENDER? ► | i'm obviously male. only an idiot would think otherwise. |
SORRY ABOUT THAT! CAN YOU TELL ME YOUR AGE? BIRTH DATE? MAYBE EVER WHERE YOU WERE BORN? ► | if you really must know, i'm twenty-four years old. my birthday's in june, the nineteenth, and i was born in aria village. |
I MIGHT HAVE TO GET YOU A BIRTHDAY PRESENT THIS YEAR! THAT ASIDE, HOW DO YOU ALIGN YOURSELF? ► | you could align me as neutral, good; i guess i side with besser, too. |
SO WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION? GOT ANY SKILLS? ► | i'm a researcher, the most well known in all of lyeant. after my aunt - you might know her as professor pine - passed away in the battle against team imum i - ... wait. i'm not giving you my life story. |
HAVE YOU GOT A FACE CLAIM? CARE TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD? ► | dave strider from homestuck as zachary hazel. |
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▲ TELL ME A BIT ABOUT HOW YOU ACT. zach's outward appearance makes his first few likes and dislikes a little obvious. for starters, he's pretty darn partial to suits and other formal attire. guessing as his family was nothing short of wealthy, cheap, baggy clothing was never really something he had to live with and dressing it up just became something he got used to as his adolescent and adult years passed him by. this doesn't stop him from wearing casual clothes when alone, but suits are typically what he adorns on most occasions. sunglasses are also an absolute necessity in any outfit and he's rarely seen not wearing a pair of rounded, shaded lenses on his nose. he loves music and, while slacking and pushing off lab work, he's often found remixing different types of music way back in the deepest corners of his "humble" home. one habit he has found he cannot shake is video games, he being more partial to first person shooters as a young lad, though he has shifted more toward puzzle or rpg games instead. mercilously shooting people in the head just isn't his thing. lastly, he's got a bad habit of... gambling? well, not exactly gambling, more of just betting on anything and everything. he usually wins, too, so it's not entirely his fault he has a problem with betting on everything.[break][break] some things he really hates include lab work of really any kind. It makes him get off his lazy bum and actually do something which is not exactly his cup of tea. in addition, he really hates those super novice trainers that come around his home all day, demanding he hand over one of his pokemon for virtually nothing. rude people, as you could probably tell are another thing he strongly dislikes and, had he been of a more violent nature, would have wished to strangle. while he by no means rolls in the great outdoors, it's nice to take a walk around the outside world every once in a while. and what spoils getting in touch with mother nature? rain. it's gross, it's sticky, it's wet, and is just a mess on the carpet waiting to happen. Oh, furthermore? messes? Yeah, no. spills and dirt involve having to get up off his lazy rear end and clean it up. while he's rather disorderly and hardly ever actually cleans anything up, he's very careful about spilling and other people spilling so he doesn't have to get down on his hands and knees in order to scrub something out of his carpet or off the floor. doesn't stop him from piling empty chip bags and dirty dishes across his lab and room, of course. lastly, while he is quite fond of suits and other fancy-like outfits, formal outtings are not something he willingly participates in. he doesn't mind hanging out with whoever, but business trips, weddings, formal parties, et cetera, et cetera? yeah, no, not his thing. just because he has to go to them doesn't mean he enjoys it.[break][break] of course, outer appearances can't tell one everything about a person. while he'll never admit it - hates to admit it to himself - he has a bit of a soft spot for fluffy things. "bit of a soft spot" as in, when coming across a particularly furry pokemon, he makes it his duty to protect the innocent creature at all cost. actually, this is not limited to creatures covered with fluff - cute things are also things he feels compelled to escort, protect, please, et cetera. while he's often remixing various loud, dubstep remixes in his laboratory, old fashioned rock and roll, rarely too hard on the ears is his secret passion and, while he's absolutely alone with no one to watch, he'll often be found wailing out the words to some classic hits. if he could die and go to heaven, he would want to live in a heaven where there was a never ending stream of journey. journey heaven. greatest idea ever. he's careful to not let his awesome music taste slip too much in front of others, however, maybe mouthing a verse or so of some obscure song no one's ever heard of while eyes are off him. juice - apple, grape, pineapple orange, it doesn't really matter - is another one of his weaknesses. really, you can get him to do anything as long as a bottle of apple juice is being held hostage or orange juice is a promised reward for a job well done. and, boy, does he drink it by the hoards. he has an entire mini-fridge both at home and at the lab filled to the brim with juices of all kinds. that's all he needs to survive. he doesn't even drink like many would be led to believe; all he lets himself consume is artificial fruit flavored liquids. lastly, he has a thing for baking, something he's both wonderful at and highly embarrassed of. when he was younger, his mother taught him all sorts of easy things to bake - one layered cakes, chocolate chip cookies, apple pie - and, ever since, he has become one of the greatest bakers you'll ever meet. he has the simple recipes literally down by heart and, when wielding flour, baking soda, a spatula, and a variety of other necessary ingredients, he can take the kitchen by storm.[break][break] but there are also dislikes to be found regarding this like hidden "side" of him. well, for starters, he hates the fact that he even still retains any of these "cute" traits from when he was younger and hates it even more when they slip and others can recognize him. he really hates offenders - "bullies" is such a childish word - as they threaten the innocent and the helpless. whenever the blonde catches someone picking on an innocent pokemon or child, he won't hesitate to beat the living crud out of the person tormenting them. words or fists. really, his bark's as bad as his bite, but he can't really inflict too much damage in a fight. storms is a distaste more than a fear for him, guessing as he's not at all afraid of a little thunder and lightning. of course, it leaves him a little on edge while near windows and keeps him up all night long. how can you get a good sleep when the heavens are shaking your entire house? he also rather hates things like alcohol, despite popular belief. he may be a bit of a party animal at times, but he doesn't drink hardly at all, opting for - again - juice rather than a beer or whatever. seriously. getting drunk? not exactly his thing. headache the next morning just... really isn't his thing. seriously, who looks forward to that? he hate horror films with a burning passion because, more often than not, he does get scared enough to keep him up at night. sure, he'll brush it off as nothing during the film and shortly afterward, but he'll beg himself why when everyone's gone and he's in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering why the heck he does stuff like that to himself. he like stupid comedy better, anyway. lastly, he really has a dislike toward electric, ice, and rock-type pokemon. yeah. type disadvantage. he doesn't want his pokemon getting too seriously hurt. ▲ INTERESTING! WHAT ARE SOME THINGS YOU LIKE AND DON'T LIKE? really, zach isn't much of a worry wort or scardy skitty. really, he doesn't have all too many fears at all. he is slightly worried, however, of people not taking him seriously because of his softer, more sensitive side that he's constantly trying to shoot down. he also tends to tense at any mention of team imum or any group similar in their plans, guessing as they are the monsters that shot down the woman he once thought was untouchable in her futile attempt to combat them. there will always be a small part of him that not only loathes them with so much hatred it's almost unfathomable, but also fears them enough for him to crawl into a fetal position. or, at least, he would if said small part of him was more prominent. deep down, he fears another rising by their people, only praying that, if he goes down, he goes down with as much pride and honor as his aunt.[break][break] as for goals, again, he's not really driven by too much. he wants to retain his "cool" status, though, because he believes it's honestly saved him a lot of grief over the years. if being a nerd leads to having your pokemon killed, then being the opposite obviously means good things will come your way. that, and he can never part with his sunglasses. ever. they're practically permanently attached to his face. er. except when going to bed. but, even then, he sometimes forgets to take them off. deep down, he honestly wants to be a good professor, even if he might not show it. his aunt wanted him to pursue the career that she, herself, had; since she never really got the chance for a final request, he likes to think that she willed him success in stepping in her shoes and wants to make her proud by being even better at what she did than she, herself. of course, being a good professor is more easily said than done, especially since he keeps shoving this idea down whenever it surfaces. ▲ WHAT ARE SOME GOALS OF YOUR'S? FEARS? | zachary alexander hazel was born on the nineteenth of june in a small place known as aria village. the small populated area was hardly a fitting place for the hazel family, really; for as long as any of his close relatives could remember, he grew up in a very wealthy family on his mother's - the pine's - side, and they lived in arguably the largest residence in town. the hazels were known as flying-type trainers, specializing in bird-like pocket monsters in order to carry on the legacy of the first flying-type gym leader in lyeant and the many flying-type users in their family who failed to take the very position. no one really minded being practically forced to raise pokemon either at least one of their types being flying, guessing as their very home was known for the vast amounts of airborn creatures that lived and visited there, and so the legacy was passed happily down to the newest blond addition to the family.[break][break] zach was born to samantha and anthony hazel, with an older sister by the name of kaitlyn by nearly seven years. however, even before his birth, his parents did not exactly get along too well, constant arguing and bickering going on between the two. in the end, when the boy was merely three years old, the two had a divorce and his father took his elder sister and moved to a place they would likely never meet again. this left the boy saddened at first, but upon seeing how crushing this event was on his mother, he was glad that neither had to see his father or his elder sister's face again. he has all but blocked their names and faces from their memories, the fact that he was quite young when he last saw them helping to erase them both from his mind, and tried to be there for his mother when no one else could. samantha hazel was by no means a good mother, however, often choosing her well paying job over her own young son and usually leaving him in solitude. the woman often left him a variety of things that he asked her for - typically through notes rather than actual conversations - and the young boy was left to his own devices. from a very young age, he found he was quite skilled with electronics and understood the nature of Pokemon quite easily.[break][break] upon entering school, the blond was easily labeled as a "nerd", an easy target for many of the haughty kids around him and a ripe picking for the childish term known as a "bully". therefor, as a child, he was picked on quite frequently. he was also a bit of an antisocial, preferring to stay cooped up in his room for hours on end, listening to his mother's classic rock music and programming wonders on his expensive desktop. however, this did not keep him from befriending a young girl by the name of danica who would endure the same endevours as he through most of their lives. while he often chose to stay passive about many things and try to shut things out, she would often stand her own ground and stick up for not only herself, but for him when he couldn't. while their personalities vastly differed, the two got along like two pees in a pod, practically joint at the hip from the time they first met to the time where he made a later decision that would change the course of his life. the two broke his family's tradition when they discovered an injured eevee in the woods and decided to take care of it on their own, raising it in secret from his mother and dubbing it their sort of "pet". perhaps it would be one of their starters when they came of age, but that was to dwell on later. well, it would have been if things turned out differently.[break][break] even with danica by his side to counter verbal barbs and punches with her own, the two were still often victims of the other students around them, the harsh encounters only worsening throughout their elementary and junior high school years. eventually, the eevee they had both worked hard to raise was discovered by their sort of nemesis and beaten to a near death state while the two friends weren't looking. upon finding the normal-type beaten and bloody and seeing his friend's tearful reaction to her favorite pokemon's abuse, the intelligent young man began to rethink his path in life. if he was weak, nerdy, lame, et cetera, et cetera, people mocked him and abused him. when he continued to do nothing about it due to the fact that he thought he couldn't, not only he, but the people around him got hurt, too. he could stand himself taking the beatings, but not the poor young eevee he'd helped raise and the girl who'd stuck by his side since their very young days. upon entrance into high school, the blond took a nearly one hundred eighty degree turn on life, deciding that if being a "nerd" got people hurt, than being "cool" would protect the people he cared about. slapping on a pair of sunglasses and climbing up the social later with great haste, the constant bullying all but ceased and his plan, for the most part, worked. however, in the end, danica was all but forgotten in his sea of new "friends" and the two never really had a true conversation again.[break][break] as the high schooler's mother's health began to deteriorate, he began to see more of his far away aunt, melissa pine, an apprentice researcher hoping to specialize in the natures of pokemon and hand new trainers starters of their own along with her signature pokemon, haru. the woman was a genius among geniuses, if not a little bit messy and rough around the edged, but she ultimately became the teen's hero as time went on. when he was first shipped off to vardent town to spend time with her - what a kind mother, leaving him practically alone for nearly ten years and finally offering him a solid guardian figure when he could finally take care of himself - the two got along like chalk and cheese. he was rather cold to her and made it be known that he would much rather be practicing his new hobby of remixing music back at home while she got overly upset about ever singly little thing he seemed to do. however, on one of his earlier visits, he fixed her malfunctioning computer for her while he thought she wasn't looking, making it function as well as it would have had it been new, and the woman, having witnessed the crime in action, decided to help him grow on his skills. as she finally was accepted as lyeant's very own region-known professor, she began passing down everything she knew from her own studies, even helping ship him off to other regions rarely and letting him actually meet face to face with some famous professors like samuel oak and whatnot. it was obvious that, when he put his mind to it, he could become a very successful professor, possibly even surpassing his aunt and maybe even some of the other professors from distant regions. however, the thought of being a professor contradicted his "cool" status and he grew weary of the thought that, if he pursued such a path, he and the people around him would be targeted once again.[break][break] the blond graduated from high school with flying colors, leaving aria village behind in order to attend college classes in erayo city, a place closer to his aunt and uncle's with better schools than in aria. after graduating from that, too, the boy returned home to visit his mother and uphold the family legacy of a full flying-type team. while he wasn't the greatest trainer who ever lived, he wasn't too bad at the capturing and training of flying types, forming a solid team that would be useful in case of emergency. while team imum spread fear across the land, the boy once more broke the tradition upon finding a shiny eevee similar to the one he and danica had raised as kids. his inability to resist adorable, fluffy pokemon in need lead him to caring for it a while before hesitantly adding it to his team. while the pocket monster ultimately fell in love with him - not romance-wise, that is, but a brotherly loyalty of sorts - the sunglass-wearing male found himself pushing the creature away, afraid it would mess up his social status that he believed was protecting him and the people around him. in the final stretches of lyeant's war that he'd tried his hardest to stay neutral in, word that his aunt, professor pine, had died in an attempt to save a group of people in vardent town shattered his stable life and sent him into near depression. the seemingly untouchable, undefeatable woman he'd grown so much on and vice versa was gone forever, fallen to the hands of a cruel organization whose reasonings were unclear. blinded by utter rage, he threw himself into the fray, tearing through imum member after imum member in a futile attempt to avenge the dark-haired woman and bring her back into his arms. but even the organization's downfall at the hands of the public was not enough to help ease his mood.[break][break] in the years after her death, someone had to take the spot as the region's professor. however, her nephew was still unsure of whether or not to walk in her footsteps and the title went to a complete stranger to the wealthy family. after nearly three years of his uneventful reign as the region's most important professor, the man fell ill and passed away, leaving the position once more up for grabs. knowing that it would be impossible to bring her back and that the woman really had no final wish, zach decided that he would make that final wish for her - for the boy she had worked so hard to mold into an admirable young professor to take her place. in the end, that was exactly what happened, the young man wearing the red, plush suit taking her spot in hopes to make her proud in heaven - or whatever afterlife one wanted to believe in -and to keep the region in order. while he is not a good professor by any means - very lazy about his work and not always the nicest to what he calls "the noobs" - part of him truly wants to be a professor even better than mrs. melissa pine before him. |
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| OOC NAME ◄ PHARAOH LEAP AGE ◄ SIXTEEN EXPERIENCE ◄ FOUR YEARS LAST CHARACTER ◄ N/A TIMEZONE ◄ CENTRAL CUSTOM TITLE ◄ DRAGON SLAYER |
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AND I RAISE MY HEAD AND STARE INTO THE EYES OF A STRANGER - I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT THE MIRROR NEVER LIES
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