Post by zacharias cain on Oct 15, 2008 12:36:44 GMT -6
About You
What you want to be called;; chazza.
Roleplay Expierence;; five years.
Other Characters;; none.
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Name;; zacharias elliot cain.
Nicknames;; zach.
Age;; nineteen.
Gender;; male.
Sexuality;; homosexual.
Appearance;;
style,
Zacharias takes great pride in his appearance and whilst he isn’t big headed and vain, he likes to look as best as he can muster on all occasions. Well, all occasions on which he is encountering the public. Scruffy is for home and only home or at a very good friend’s house, but, seeing as he lacks in those, the safety of his house is the only place he’ll allow himself to relax and become that little bit ruffled looking. It isn’t easy, looking your best, but if you live by the dress to impress motto, it isn’t all that hard.
When it comes to style, Zacharias knows where its at. Like a fish knows how to swim and a bird knows how to fly, Zacharias Cain knows how to dress to impress. His style is smart, sophisticated yet somewhat retro and casual. Its not rare to see him wearing things such as waistcoats, braces and military jackets or even the odd retro suit nor is it uncommon to catch him in, due to his occupation, magician clothing which means frilly yet beautiful shirts, capes, top hats and whatnot. Of course, the Scotsman doesn’t wear formal clothing constantly, no, that’d just be stupid, right? He has an array of casual attire which usually comes in the form of low riding jeans, simple tees or shirts, hoodies and beanie hats. Heck, he even has a swanky pair of colour rimmed shades to complete his look. Though he’s most commonly seen in his casual clothing and retro accessories he isn’t one to waste what he’s got and therefore he ventures out in his more sophisticated outfits from time to time.
Jewelry is a favorite of Zach’s and his collection is vast. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, toe rings – he has them all and he wears them at every opportunity he gets. His favorites to date are two silver dog tag necklaces, both of which have his name, gender, birthplace and occupation engraved upon their smooth surface.
permanent inkage,
Two tattoos, star shaped, blue and black rimmed to be exact, lie on his inner thighs. The tops are just visible if he wears low cut jeans, but to see the whole caboodle you’d need to strip him of his clothes; not an easy task. Then there’s the tattoo around his wrist. This, unlike his others, is perfectly evident and comes in the form of a snaking pattern that swirls around said wrist, many bits branching off into star like shapes.
shades of black and blue,
Apart from a scar that runs directly across his knuckles that he obtained when a knife trick of his went haywire, Zach’s skin is flawless where bumps and bruises are concerned.
face,
With a slightly pointed chin, a smooth, curving jaw line and a rounded head it easy to see that Zacharias Cain carries a circular face shape. Said shape always seems to show in the male side of the Cain family though Zach holds one small difference. The man’s skull is ever so slightly elongated which he inherited from his mother though many would still class his face shape as round. His cheekbones are subtle, almost unnoticeable in fact, and his nose is a little larger than he would have liked yet, at the same time, not so big it makes him look ugly; no, he is far from that. Whilst Zach’s lips aren’t full, they aren’t thin either; in fact he has a bit of both what with his top lip being thin and his bottom being a bit fuller. It sounds odd, but really, it suits his face quite well.
eyes,
Zacharias’ eyes are evenly set and are quite nicely spaced; not being too close nor too far from one another. Both are almond shape and have the usual upswept lift at the outer corner, but it isn’t the shape or the way the magician’s eyes are set that catches the gaze of others, but the colour. They are a stunning slate blue, the area around his pupils flecked with an icier, shade. They reflect his cold personality and there aren’t many who can hold gazes with him for too long.
hair,
Chocolate brown and fluffy – that’s the best way to describe Zach’s locks. The fringe is swept to one side though both left and right have quite long strands trailing down his face, the longest ending just underneath his chin. Numerous floppy spikes jut out at the top of his head before smoothing back down into silky flatness that drapes down to the base of his neck.
facial hair,
As far as facial hair goes, Zach has quite a bit. While he doesn’t have a full fledged beard, he does have a fair share covering his chin and the underside of his jaw; a goatee if you will. A trail, much like the snail trails one would find on a man’s belly, trails from the bottom of his bottom lip into the rest of his wispy goatee. A very thin, almost invisible moustache runs across his upper lip, making him look older than he really is.
structure,
For starters, Zacharias is extremely tall. He stands at six foot two inches and easily towers over most his age. Not only is he tall, but he’s rather lanky as well – the typical English/Scottish build for a boy, well, man. Sure he may look lanky, but under the clothes he wears lay a nice set of muscles. Abs, six pack, arm and leg muscles; he’s got them all though he doesn’t readily show them to many. They’re there for when they’re needed, not for show.
hands,
With long, tapering fingers accompanied by medium sized palms, some would say that Zach has quite nice hands. He like his hands and keeps them reasonably clean with the fingernails neatly cut and of even length oh how he loathes dirty hands. True he’s not a clean freak, but grubby hands give him the shivers as, after all, you never know where that dirt was obtained from.
accent,
Coming from Scotland means that Zach has a strong Scottish accent and it rings through his speech loud and clear. He also spent a lot of time in England as many of his relatives resided there so, every so often, English tones seep into his words.
Personality;;
as COLD as ice,
You don’t have to be around Zacharias Cain long to see what personality trait dominates the rest. This particular man is a very cold one, preferring to remain at a distance from everyone else and for them to do the same to him. Social events are a no go for Zach for he simply doesn’t feel part of them and to be perfectly honest others don’t tend to venture near him. Many think its odd how he is able to perform as a magician as that profession includes interaction with the public, but oddly, when on stage Zach’s coldness seeps away. He loves his job you see and even his icy aura can’t get in the way of that.
QUIET like a church mouse,
If Zach does actually speak, which is a rarity seeing as he only does so when compelled or he feels compelled to do so, his tones are often low and quiet. He doesn’t like drawing attention to himself and will keep his noise making to a minimum. This actually makes him rather stealthy and there have been many occasions in which one, even several people, have not been able to notice his presence until it was announced. Even when talking to his friends he remains quiet, well, he probably does go a few notches higher volume wise, but it still doesn’t reach the normal talking volume.
let the MYSTERY unfold,
Like all magicians should be, Zacharias is a mysterious specimen. His secrets are never revealed and even elements of his past are still a complete mystery to even his friends. Its not that he doesn’t trust them, well, okay, he has trusting issue, but usually its just he doesn’t choose to tell them and if on the off chance he does, he portrays them in such a way most wouldn’t have a clue what he was talking about and everything therefore remains shrouded in a mist. That’s the way Zach likes it.
DAYDREAM believer,
When you keep yourself to yourself all the time you tend to go off in your own little world and Zach is no exception. It isn’t rare to see him daydreaming when he has nothing to do. He doesn’t do it consciously; he just slips into his dreamland where everything is to his liking. Not only does he love daydreaming, but dreaming in his sleep, which is inevitable really, is something he also adores. He usually remembers at least one of his many dreams and, throughout the following day, enjoys reliving them when he has time on his hands. This consequently means he loves his sleep and missing it usually makes him cranky and even more unsociable than he already is.
as STUBBORN as a mule,
When Zacharias gets an idea into his head that he loves and believes is a hundred percent right he won’t change it for the world. He’s a very stubborn boy though he’s not so up himself he won’t admit he was wrong, you just have to present a logical argument for your point is all. Zach changes his mind rarely and needs a lot of persuasion to do so, but most of the time, even that doesn’t work and don’t try and bribe him as that definitely won’t work. His parents did enough of that and he’s become immune to it if you will.
as CALCULATING as a calculator,
Zach’s mind is extraordinary to put it bluntly. He’s smart; very, very smart and he doesn’t even have to try that hard to prove he is. The man’s memory easily exceeds that of most which is probably why he’s so good at remembering many of dreams where others wouldn’t even be able to recall one. Not only is he smart academically, but his street smart is also top-notch. It’s not because he took the time to learn about the streets, no, its because he’s observant. Just from watching and listening he’s learnt a lot over the years and, as he gets older, it becomes more and more useful.
CALM it kermit,
Coldness and quietness can lead to one thing and that one thing is tranquility. Zacharias is a calm soul and has been that way for a long time now. Even in arguments, verbal or physical, he manages to keep his cool. On rare occasions he’s let his anger loose and trust you me that was not a pretty sight. Using his sharp mind, he’s able to comeback with quick, witty retorts that quite often send the other into a small frenzy at which point he will either give them an icy smile or simply walk away.
the secrets soon UNRAVEL,
If you happen to befriend Zach, which is a hefty task on its own so congratulations if you do, you will find he becomes more relaxed and open. Whilst he will still keep some things to himself there is a great amount he will now tell his new friend. A new Zach, the Zach that people see on stage, the relaxed, almost fun loving, sociable Zach, will show through. If a person managed to take it a step further and convince their self and Zacharias to become lovers, the Scotsman will relax even more around said person and very considerate, content Zach will show itself. Oddly, children bring out this Zach rather easily. There’s just something about kids Zach loves – probably because they are the ones who adore his magic the most.
TRUST is a virtue,
Zacharias Cain has trust issues, it’s easy to see that. He’s a very cautious being and a person has to work hard to gain his trust, if they want it is, and even when they have it they’ll have to work hard to keep it. Break that trust and its guaranteed you’ll never get it back; Zach’s had too much trouble in his life to give out second chances to those that have deceived, backstabbed or left him.
History;;
the beginning,
Cirque Du Magnificent. That was the name pasted throughout the towns and cities of the Hoenn region. That was the event people waited for each year, anticipating its arrival and flocking to see its wonderous acts of trained pokemon and skilled acrobats, fire-eaters, you name it. This was the event that Zacharias Elliot Cain was born into. His parents were throurgh-bred circus folk; energetic travelers with a love for the arts, music, acting, singign, dancing. Abraham Lorenzo Cain, Zach's father, was a skilled fire-eater. His belly was seemingly scorch proof. Not even the spiciest chilli nor hottest flame provoked a complaint or screech of pain. As for his mother, Johanna Madison Cain, she was part of the trapeze artist squad who's formations and stunts awed the crowd as they leapt, dove and flew through the air with such ease you'd think they had wings.
From a young age he mixed with a wide variety of pokemon from Numels to Phanphys, from Miltoc to Kirlia, the list was endless. Each had their own role whether it be accompanying their masters or simply helping set up, each had a purpose and it'd been so for many years. Zach's parents were a loving couple who showered their son with attention and love. So busy were they with their jobs and little Zacharias that the two never did really get a chance to conceive and birth a second child, but, for them, simple living folk, one child was perfectly adequate.
Being so young meant Zacharias had little to do to help, but children shouldn't be given streneous work anyway and thus his time was spent with the other kids that travelled in the circus and the pokemon hatchlings who still needed training to become stars like thier own parents. To begin with Zacharias was a lively child. He would run around, laughing and giggling without a single care in the world. Playing, sharing secrets and bonding with both human and pokemon.
That was how it went until Zach reached the age of eight. His maturity began shine through and whilst mosts', being part of a circus and all, liveliness was retained, Zacharias' was eliminated. As the years pressed on he grew quiet, reclusive and distant from the hustle and bustle of the circus, prefering to sit and daydream than flit about in the spotlight. Books intrested him more than acrobatics and philisophy more than tight-rope walking. His parents grew worried.
the middle,
By the time he was ten, his parents were distraught. They'd encouraged him to try numerous acts you see, but none seemed to click with Zach. Nothing fit his personality, nothing seemed to please him, he always seemed a little reluctant and part of teh circus way was to enjoy yourself as well as giving a good performance. Frightened their son would become nothing but a equipment transporter, Abraham and Johanna racked their barins for ideas. Then it dawned on them. Magic.
Magicians were mysterious, quiet folk who lived a slightly more secluded life to the rest of the circus. They would much rather practice their act in peace and quiet than the buzz of activity that was the circus. They could tell already this was perfect for their son and, in no time at all, Zacharias had been enlisted into the tutoration of one of the best magician's the circus had.
It was easy to see the boy ahd a knack for it all. The secrets, the subtle movements, the trickery of the eye, he could master it all in a few short years and he was enjoying it. Magic was something Zacharias had never experienced. It was beautiful, artistic, graceful, perfect. Zach soon sunk into the ways of a circus magician, perfoming alongside Kirlias, Abras, Alakazams, Raltzs, harnessing their physcic energy to lure the crowd into a false sense of being to make his act seem all the more spectacular. His potential was indeed great.
When a circus child reached the age of thirteen they were allowed a pokemon of their choice to love and even perform with if they wished. Many had problems deciding for the circus' collection was vast, but Zach, being a straight-to-the-point person, knew exactly which one he would be opting for. He'd always wanted a Spheal. The seal type creature had always amazed him what with its ability to weild ice into complex networks of crystalline tendrils. That was magic in itself. Not to metion they were utterly adorable! Yes, Zach had a soft side.
Unfortunately there weren't any baby Spheals available, but set on having one, Zacharias said he'd wait and he did. He'd wait for a pair to mate, to breed, for the egg to hatch, for the young pokemon to finish suckling, he'd wait as long as it took. He ended up waiting five more years.
the living end,
Shortly after deciding what pokemon he wished to have the circus began to encounter troubles. Pokemon rights groups saw the circus as cruel, that they treated and used the pokemon wrongly, but if they'd actually bothered to look they would have seen their claim was entirely false. Each and every pokemon, young or old, was treated with up most respect and love. They were pampered beyond measure and spoiled until they could be spoilt no more.
These issues decreased the circus' popularity and people began to side with the group that had begun it all including the evil teams of Hoenn, Magma and Aqua. These probles interfered with the pokemon's breeding seasons for the circus was beginning to crumble and thus Zach's Spheal was delayed. The circus fought against it, pleading that their pokemon were fairly treated, but the public had turned against them and, after five long years of arguing, they finially got what they wanted.
A few months after Zach's eighteenth birthday, team Aqua and Magma joined as one, powerful force to eliminate the circus and gain publicity from the the people of Hoenn. The circus dwellers fought for their way of life, but it was hopeless. Zach's whole life crumbled before his eyes, plunging him into a darkness he'd never been through before; lonliness. Pokemon and human alike fled from the scene, devestated. Many families were split apart during the chaos, zach's family being one of them. his parents, his friends, all gone.
Yet Zacharias hung back. Something drew him to the newly formed rubble. Something blue, speckled and round. A soft squeaking came from a pile of wood and, curious, Zach scrabbled around, eventually uncovering something he'd wanted for so long; a Spheal. Something good always emerges from the bad.
With his new companion, who he'd christened Ferris, Zacharias set out to start a new life, away from the destruction in Hoenn that had made him more quiet, more icey than he'd been before.
Welcome to Sinnoh Mister Cain.
Roleplaying Example;;
Up and up and up. Up was by far Boo's favorite direction. The further up you went the more you felt like you were prancing among the clouds like a mountain goat did among rocks. Up made him happy. To smile your lips had to go up and Boo Radley adored smiling. Smiles were infectious and Boo enjoyed infecting others with that big, cheshire cat grin of his. If he had his own way, he'd turn smiling into a sport, the aim of the game being to coat as many lips with the motion as you could. You'd get points for different smiles, big, ear to ear grins with a small chuckle, or even a full blown howl of laughter, tossed in being worth the most whilst a shy, pursed lip smile would be worth the least. It would be a lovely game. Boo tried to play it everyday. Just this morning he'd made a squirrel flash its pearly whites at him though, between you and me, it was just baring its teeth, warning Boo to keep his distance, but Boo Radley believed what he wanted and thus kept himself cushioned safely in the world of Boo. Ah, the world of Boo, what a wonderful, complex world it was. The world of a child for that was all Boo's mind was. You may want to know about his world, but believe you me once you start there's no escape and that mini-universe goes on for a very, very, very, very long time. Yes, his logic was simple. It was exciting. It was unique, idotic some would say, but they were just being grumpy. 'Silly old grumpuss' Boo would say.
"You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel!" Silver paws flew through the snow, spraying it up round Boo's body as he danced his way up the mountain. Feminine hips swung to he beat, tail following their lead with such vigour the tip slapped his thigh everytime. "So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you feel nuts. Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up." If Boo had actually known the meanings hidden behind these word or what the hell pants were he would have kept that maw of his clamped shut. Oblivious he sang on, his words loud, his smile large and his excitement growing as his desired destination loomed ever closer. Amber orbs hid behind ebony eyelids as Boo played the tune of the song through his head, the instrumental parts emerging as hums. Head bobbed in time with his hips and his lips were arched into a satisfied grin. "I want you smothered, want you covered like my waffle house hash browns, oh you and me baby we aint nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel!"
The male opened his silver jaws to crack another verse when something made him stop abruptly. Both ears shot forward, eyes snapped open and snow formed a small heap around all four feet due to his sudden stop. A melody of a different kind reached his ears which quivered with anticipation. "Preeeetty!" he cried as the howl ended, its echos drowned out by the wind. Eyes, now glazed with awe, searched the area for any signs of a wolf. Nothing. Brow furrowed, Boo dipped his head and snuffled around a bit, snorting up some snow in the process. "Ack. Brain freeze!" he whined, sneezing to clear his blocked nose. After crumpling and un-crumpling maw to settle the tingling sensation in his nose, Boo dipped his head once more, his velvet scent sensor this time a few centimetres above the ground. Ah, there it was, a scent of wolf. True it was somewhat stale, they'd obviously passed hours ago, but the howl signified they were still somewhere in the mountain range and Boo was going to find them. It was like a big game of hide and go seek really, wasn't it and hide and go seek was by far Boo's favorite game of all time.
Turned out the wolf, who he thought to be on the other side of the mountain by now, was actually only a few minutes walk away. Boo stood in the shelter of the trees, watching the ivory female from afar, silent yet curious. These moments were one of the only ones where Boo was even remotely quiet. Even the prospect of meeting a new wolf made him go all shy and bashful, heck, he was blushing right now, under his fur of course. Head cocked he watched her strange, one-pawed digging motions and frowned in sympathy as he caught sight of the troubled look that was sprawled across her facial features. There was something on her mind, that something obviously bothering her in some way. A troubled past perhaps? Or maybe she'd just remembered something she'd forgotten. Either one would annoy Boo that was for sure. Wait, what? Was she talking to him? Boo looked around, narrowing his orbs as he searched for another wolf. No, it must be him. Swallowing, Boo warily stepped out into her line of sight, his mind whirring with ideas of what he could say. He took a few more, brave strides towards her, ebony and chocolate pelt rippling in the gentle rays of the morning sun. "You're not supposed to ask the other wolf to come out. That's not how you play hide and go seek!"
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