Member
Kuro
Pezz570
mickilennialAge: 17
Starting Location: Adriana City
Rank: Beginner
Trainer points: 0
Organization: N/A
Isaac works at an auto repair shop alongside his father. The shop is exclusively dedicated to the maintenance of larger vehicles like trucks, trailers and semi-trailers.
Isaac has slightly curly black hair, tan skin and bright orange eyes, standing at around 6’1”. His wardrobe consists of fleece jackets and loose fitting pants that cover every dark color with the exception of navy blue, out of a desire to separate his work uniform from his everyday appearance.
While Isaac will typically wear a jumpsuit with his company’s logo patched on to it during work, he will occasionally wear jeans on days that have a more lenient workload. He carries an olive backpack covered in holes, tears and oil stains. Inside is a small tool bag used as an impromptu pokeball holder.
Isaac’s entire life has revolved around the same trailer repair shop, as he is the only child to a workaholic father and a mother who he was told passed away while he was an infant. As soon as he was old enough to correctly label and use a wrench, he was inevitably made a part of the team. Isaac accepted begrudgingly, aware that his only other options were sitting around and watching, or staying in their cramped house doing nothing.
The shop forbade the use of pokemon, as the machinery they were working with was too delicate to risk being damaged by a stray elemental sphere or what have you. This, along with the sparse amount of pokemon found in the urban parts of Adriana City resulted in Isaac growing up isolated from them. He wasn’t only separated from pokemon, though. He grew up working alongside middle aged men and never really mingled with people his own age, unless another teenager decided to tag along with their parents while Isaac was in charge of the reception desk.
Throughout the years his coworkers would ask him if he was willing to go out and explore the world, and he’d repeatedly reject the idea. Isaac was aware of how chaotic and different the world outside his shop was like. And early on, he had decided that he would have no part in it. His father always supported his son’s decision to stay at the shop, nervous whenever the subject was brought up.
During a particularly stormy night, Isaac was snooping around in his father’s room. While he normally wasn’t allowed to enter under any circumstance, his coworkers had sent him to fetch important materials that his father had left at their home. Isaac’s father had injured himself on the job and had no choice but to hand over the key. It was during this errand that he discovered a drawer in his father’s room stuffed with letters from someone claiming to be his mother. Rummaging through them confirmed that she was in fact his mom, and that she was desperate to know her sons whereabouts. The letter’s dates grew further apart, the most recent one having been written two years ago. Furious with his father’s actions, he resolved to set forth on a journey to find her.
Calling Isaac a wallflower is an understatement. He is completely and utterly terrified of having conversations with people his age, and the idea of actually meeting a wild pokemon makes him feel butterfree in his stomach. While he would preferably avoid any and all contact with other people, he is aware that talking is the only way to achieve his goals and will often force himself to be social, resulting in plenty of awkward situations for everyone involved.
Isaac is used to following the rules and procedures of his job to a tee and will quickly enter panic mode when things don’t quite go the way they’re supposed to. He will commonly have disagreements with people who aren’t as strict as he is, but will meekly go along with what they have in mind, though not before weakly protesting.
He is incredibly polite and relaxed around most grownups, especially the elderly. Isaac is skittish around children, what with their unpredictability and all. He has little experience with pokemon and tends to perceive them as mythical creatures rather than animals. Any pokemon that isn’t small and commonly owned in the city will either mystify or scare him. Or both.
Homemade food: Isaac almost always eats prepackaged meals, so the idea of eating something that wasn’t nuked in a microwave is tantalizing.
Manuals: No matter how hopeless things get, if you have the right manual, you’re guaranteed to succeed! Unfortunately, life has no manual.
Noise: Surrounded by both the noise from the repair shop and the city, constant noise that would be overstimulating to many are instead enjoyed by Isaac as nice background filler.
Silence: Interpreted as awkward when around people and eerie when not, Isaac hates silence.
Berries: Raised on a diet of artificial food, Isaac finds the taste of most berries to either be overwhelming or unappetizingly earthy.
Running: Spending your entire life waddling around oil puddles and general muck gives you an almost instinctual hesitation towards running. Isaac settles on awkwardly powerwalking from place to place whenever he’s absolutely certain nothing funky is on the floor.
NOTHIN’
DIDDLY SQUAT
BLANKITY BLANK BLANK
Starting Location: Adriana City
Rank: Beginner
Trainer points: 0
Organization: N/A
“M-May I help you?”
Occupation
Isaac works at an auto repair shop alongside his father. The shop is exclusively dedicated to the maintenance of larger vehicles like trucks, trailers and semi-trailers.
Appearance
Isaac has slightly curly black hair, tan skin and bright orange eyes, standing at around 6’1”. His wardrobe consists of fleece jackets and loose fitting pants that cover every dark color with the exception of navy blue, out of a desire to separate his work uniform from his everyday appearance.
While Isaac will typically wear a jumpsuit with his company’s logo patched on to it during work, he will occasionally wear jeans on days that have a more lenient workload. He carries an olive backpack covered in holes, tears and oil stains. Inside is a small tool bag used as an impromptu pokeball holder.
Biography
Isaac’s entire life has revolved around the same trailer repair shop, as he is the only child to a workaholic father and a mother who he was told passed away while he was an infant. As soon as he was old enough to correctly label and use a wrench, he was inevitably made a part of the team. Isaac accepted begrudgingly, aware that his only other options were sitting around and watching, or staying in their cramped house doing nothing.
The shop forbade the use of pokemon, as the machinery they were working with was too delicate to risk being damaged by a stray elemental sphere or what have you. This, along with the sparse amount of pokemon found in the urban parts of Adriana City resulted in Isaac growing up isolated from them. He wasn’t only separated from pokemon, though. He grew up working alongside middle aged men and never really mingled with people his own age, unless another teenager decided to tag along with their parents while Isaac was in charge of the reception desk.
Throughout the years his coworkers would ask him if he was willing to go out and explore the world, and he’d repeatedly reject the idea. Isaac was aware of how chaotic and different the world outside his shop was like. And early on, he had decided that he would have no part in it. His father always supported his son’s decision to stay at the shop, nervous whenever the subject was brought up.
During a particularly stormy night, Isaac was snooping around in his father’s room. While he normally wasn’t allowed to enter under any circumstance, his coworkers had sent him to fetch important materials that his father had left at their home. Isaac’s father had injured himself on the job and had no choice but to hand over the key. It was during this errand that he discovered a drawer in his father’s room stuffed with letters from someone claiming to be his mother. Rummaging through them confirmed that she was in fact his mom, and that she was desperate to know her sons whereabouts. The letter’s dates grew further apart, the most recent one having been written two years ago. Furious with his father’s actions, he resolved to set forth on a journey to find her.
Personality
“Y-You know, it’s easy to get attached to trucks from attending them enough times. Sometimes I think ‘Wow, it’s that one truck with the sticker of a woman wearing a pokeball bikini!’ And then a large man who smells like cheese will step out of it every time. I-I’m not weirding you out, right?”
Calling Isaac a wallflower is an understatement. He is completely and utterly terrified of having conversations with people his age, and the idea of actually meeting a wild pokemon makes him feel butterfree in his stomach. While he would preferably avoid any and all contact with other people, he is aware that talking is the only way to achieve his goals and will often force himself to be social, resulting in plenty of awkward situations for everyone involved.
Isaac is used to following the rules and procedures of his job to a tee and will quickly enter panic mode when things don’t quite go the way they’re supposed to. He will commonly have disagreements with people who aren’t as strict as he is, but will meekly go along with what they have in mind, though not before weakly protesting.
He is incredibly polite and relaxed around most grownups, especially the elderly. Isaac is skittish around children, what with their unpredictability and all. He has little experience with pokemon and tends to perceive them as mythical creatures rather than animals. Any pokemon that isn’t small and commonly owned in the city will either mystify or scare him. Or both.
Likes
Homemade food: Isaac almost always eats prepackaged meals, so the idea of eating something that wasn’t nuked in a microwave is tantalizing.
Manuals: No matter how hopeless things get, if you have the right manual, you’re guaranteed to succeed! Unfortunately, life has no manual.
Noise: Surrounded by both the noise from the repair shop and the city, constant noise that would be overstimulating to many are instead enjoyed by Isaac as nice background filler.
Dislikes
Silence: Interpreted as awkward when around people and eerie when not, Isaac hates silence.
Berries: Raised on a diet of artificial food, Isaac finds the taste of most berries to either be overwhelming or unappetizingly earthy.
Running: Spending your entire life waddling around oil puddles and general muck gives you an almost instinctual hesitation towards running. Isaac settles on awkwardly powerwalking from place to place whenever he’s absolutely certain nothing funky is on the floor.
Pokemon party
NOTHIN’
Backup pokemon
DIDDLY SQUAT
Inventory
BLANKITY BLANK BLANK
