Edwin Van Der Zee IV Dec 9, 2012 20:08:02 GMT -5
Post by andro on Dec 9, 2012 20:08:02 GMT -5
Name Edwin Van Der Zee IV[/color] 25
Trainer Class[/color] Coordinator
Eyes color[/color] Brown
Hair color/style[/color] Nearly black, tightly curled reaching to his collarbone
It's easy to tell the type of person Edwin is just by looking at him- he's always dressed in a snappy button-down shirt, tucked into dark wash skinny jeans. His shoes are his pride and joy; orange sneakers with white laces, whenever he has a chance he'll be sure to clean every little speck of dirt out of the treads. He's taller than average- if one were so determined as to take a ruler to him they would find he's 6' 3"- and a bit of a twig.
Focusing on the small picture, one may look at Edwin's upper eighth and proclaim him facially gifted. His hair- tightly curled and falling just past his collarbone- is usually kept curled up in a bun on the back of his head with a few stray locks falling out of the front. His eyes are narrow and of a chocolate brown color, possibly set off by- don't tell anybody- just a smidgen of maroon eyeliner. His thin, straight nose leads the eye straight to his thin lips lips, usually shaped into a large smile, revealing his perfect teeth. Years of outdoor activities and traveling has left the man incredibly dark, helped only by his naturally tan complexion.
While he sees himself as worldly and intelligent, Edwin is actually egotistical and kind of a prick. While he is rather smart and wrought with memories from traveling, his belief that this puts him above others can make him insufferable at points. He will bring up past experiences to validate his points in the most annoying way possible, and if someone dares to invalidate his words he'll explode in a flurry of citations and slurs. However, if one happens to agree with what he's saying, him and the person in question will get along swimmingly.
He isn't competitive by nature, but now that he's forced to take care of himself he works incredibly hard to win. He will wager money if he believes the odds are in his favor to get himself a bit of extra cash for that next meal, and if he meets a fellow coordinator outside the hall he may try and challenge them to a contest with money on the line. Necessity has driven him to be a hard worker, and he has decided he will do what it takes to make it, driving him to practice as often as he can.
He has a soft spot for pretty pokemon, and especially pretty girls. He's never been able to hold down a girlfriend in his life- for various reasons- but he'll be damned if he doesn't try to get at least one date. He's a smooth talker and rather talented at picking up chicks, but as soon as a girl asks him questions his facade crumbles down and his true personality is exposed. Basically, he's a womanizer who can't quite seem to actually get any women.
Outside of his failures with women, Edwin is rather successful socially. He speaks smoothly (if not conescendingly) and is quick on his feet. He is practiced with the on-cue laugh and knows just what facial expression to make, whether he means it or not. He is able to successfully juggle multiple conversations at a time, practiced from many family get-togethers. On occasion he will stumble over a reply if he takes on more than he can necessarily handle, but is quick to regain his composure and act as if nothing happened.
Edwin was raised in the world of money, his entire life cushioned by his rich parents in their upscale home on the outskirts of Fuschia City. The baby of his family, this boy was spoiled rotten, and his bratty attitude showed it. If he asked for something you'd better believe he got it, and if there was a moment's hesitation he threw a tantrum for the ages. And he did just that when his parents informed him he was going to coordinator's school.
”NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he squealed; the 8-year-old boy wasn't impressed with the girly side of pokemon; he wanted to fight and be strong, like a man! His parents were highly unimpressed with their son's whining and sent him off anyway, and slowly, after two months or so, the teacher's letters home ceased, signaling Edwin's resignation to his fate. He continued to be resentful for quite some time, but the endless gifts of apology from his parents did well to quell his attitude and he eventually accepted his path.
Due to league rules he wasn't allowed his own pokemon until he was 10 years old, and when that day finally came his parents took him to the Fuschia City Safari Zone and set him loose to capture his first pokemon. He returned not much later with a Safari Ball- still warm- containing a Psyduck. After much praise and celebration they returned home, the young boy exuberant over his new companion. He played with the ball containing his friend, tossing it into the air, rolling it over in his hands, he even slept with it that first night.
Now that he had his own pokemon, he was able to attend practical classes where he could take part in mock contests and learn how to teach his pokemon specialty moves. It took quite a bit of work to get his Psyduck up to par, but after practicing and practicing and practicing, they were able to work as a team during contests. If one had to put a statistic on it, they may say about 60% of his competitions were won, marking him as a relatively successful coordinator.
At the age of 13, Edwin successfully completed coordinator's school. He had a lavish celebration for his achievements, but his relaxation was short-lived. Almost immediately he was competing in contests for actual prize money. He was flewn out weekly with his lone Psyduck, sometimes accompanied with a member of his family but more often not, and put forth his knowledge to win.
He was unsuccessful.
You see, turns out learning something in school isn't quite the same as having practiced in contests for years, like his opponents had. The boy was distraught- while he certainly wasn't at the top of his class, he'd at least hoped going to school may have given him the edge. Unfortunately for him, many other contest-goers thought the same way and went to coordinator's school as well, and their education on top of real-world experience gave them the true edge. At first he wanted to quit; he couldn't possibly win against these people, but his parents weren't keen on quitters. They forced him to stick with it and encouraged him to practice, and gave him extra allowance to keep his whining to a minimum. It took him a couple of years, but gaining that real-world experience was beneficial- he placed in his first contest at 16, and finally won first place at 18. He continued on to win the occasional contest every few months or so, but more often than not he at least placed in the top three, winning a bit of money to his own name.
He never quite earned enough money to support himself on his own; an average of 300 PD/month is hardly enough for a studio apartment, let alone bills and food. He continued to live with his parents while training and competing, always using the excuse that he didn't have the money to move out, and he just didn't know how to get it.
His presence grated on his parents' nerves. They were forced to accept their son was spoiled, and he probably wouldn't move out and have a family of his own if they didn't force him to. They calmly explained this to him, but his apathetic demeanor only served to further piss them off. After nearly half a year of arguing about his current habitancy issues, his parents issued an ultimatum- either move out, or they would force him to leave.
They forced him to leave.
With only a little PD and a tent to his name, Edwin was in the wilderness with absolutely no clue how to survive. His Psyduck hadn't wanted to leave, and he didn't have it in him to force the poor pokemon to join him- it was far too used to the pampered life to be in the wild, and he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with that much bitching and moaning; listening to himself would be enough.
He stayed at the pokemon center in Saffron for a few weeks, trying to come up with a game plan. There weren't many contests in Kanto, and the idea of taking on a different job? He didn't know anything else. He took to conversing with the many trainers passing through the big city. He heard tales of the strange pokemon in Kuhre, and how they were in ample supply. He heard about the contests, the lush wilderness and relative safety- crime wasn't nearly as bad there as it was elsewhere, save for Thyme City. He decided his best bet would be there, he could capture a beautiful mutant pokemon and sweep the contests with his wondrous companion. His mind was made up- using the money his parents shoved in his hands, he departed for Kuhre.
Father: Edwin Van Der Zee III
Mother: Jenna Van Der Zee
Sister: Monica Van Der Zee
Sister: Heather Van Der Zee
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Honesty, pride, and above all, integrity
Ability: Snow Cloak
EXP: 1 in Salted Spray & Claustrophobic
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1 Black Specs.
1 Pink Scarf
1 Red Scarf
1 Blue Scarf
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1 Black Sludge
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