Post by rio on Dec 13, 2010 18:40:47 GMT -5
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Rio.[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Female.[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Two years.[/sub]
WHAT PRIDE ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
None.[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR STATUS?
Rogue.[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Dark/dusky tan lion, with blue [teal-tinted] eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
It's usually a law of nature that a male be larger than a female, and lions are no exception -- it appears, however, that nobody ever bothered informing Rio. She's as large as any male her age, sometimes even larger. Then again, she's always been built like a male, probably because she's always acted like one, too. Not to say she isn't streamlined in shape, because she's certainly lithe enough to move quickly when need be. Her fur is a dark tan color, almost dusky in appearance, like a pale color but still with that dark hue to it. The lighter shades, such as her muzzle and down her chest to her underbelly, are a bit lighter and softer a color, not too much of a contrast but yet a refreshing one. Around her eyes, naturally, is a little darker -- but not a lot. Her nose is a simple peach color lacking the bright tint that might adorn another lion's muzzle, but not so much that it would be called dark or dull-hued. The tuft of fur at the tip of her tail is a brown color, reminiscent of perhaps the rick-colored bark of a tree, though not exactly bright in that respect, merely similar. Rio's eyes are a clear blue color with a hint of teal to them, that seem oddly reflective of her moods. Or rather, there's been more than one creature who's said they swore her eyes grew a little darker when she was angered.[/sub]
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
ENTER TEXT HERE[/sub]
YOUR FAMILY TREE
JUST LIST YOUR CATS RELATIVES AND SHORT DESCRIPTIONS[/sub]
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
[/quote][/blockquote][/sub]Okay, so there were more exciting places to visit. Fine. He'd been wrong.
Maybe this was just revenge for listening to that guy he'd been sitting next to at the Goldenrod Game Corner. Especially when the two of them were a bit too buzzed to possibly be sensible. The way the dude had been bragging, though, he made Blackthorn sound like the shit. Even though, last time he'd been there, Kichirou didn't remember anything particularly awesome about the place. Well, of course he'd had to check it out, hadn't he? So that's what had gone down; as soon as he'd dragged himself out of bed that morning, he'd flown clear across the region. It wasn't like he'd had anything better to do. One he'd gotten there, though, he found himself wishing he had just stayed in the big city, and hung out there. Unlike this place, there were actually things to do.
But getting here just to fly back again? Naw, that was plan too much work for one day. There had to be something to check out around here. For a few hours Kichirou merely wandered around boredly. He tried to check out the Dragon Cave, but some old geezer wouldn't let him in [save the effort for later, when he actually had orders to go there]. He ran out of cigarettes once and had to pick up some more at the Pokemart. Some guy had been bragging about how he could teach kickass moves to a Pokemon, but he wasn't even home. And that was about it.
And by the time those few hours hat elapsed, the silver-haired man was really wanting to get outta there -- either that, or kick some trainers' asses. Actually, that sounded pretty good. Earlier it'd looked like there were some kids idling around just south, past the bridge. So that's where he decided to head towards. When was the last time he'd battled, anyway? There'd been that Yuu kid a few days ago in Olivine, and maybe a few scat trainers in between. Obviously nothin' good enough to even bother remembering. Figured; so many guys thought they were all that until they found themselves running for the nearest Pokemon Center with lighter coinpurses and distraught expressions. But that was their own problem.
His attention changed from the prospect of battle, though, once he heard commotion off somewhere to his left. He turned and looked curiously. Was it coming from the Pokemart? Sounded like it; and people were running out while a few items rolled out the door after them. Was it a robbery? Chaos could mask quite a bit, so it could be anything. Definitely worth checking out. Kichirou couldn't miss out on the action; stuffing his hands in his pockets, he sauntered over to the epicenter.
But it looked like things had calmed down a bit by the time he got there. Whatever had made a mess of the store wasn't there anymore, at least, and the shop owner was standing outside gazing around with pursed lips and a sour look on his face. "Standin' there ain't gonna catch a crook, idiot," He commented casually, even throwing in a small smile. Actually, he was a bit disappointed, because if he'd been there he would've tried to snatch something, too -- make a few more packs of cigarettes, or something else. Well, whatever. He wasn't going to be stuck hanging around long enough to have to clean up. Giving the cigarette dangling from his mouth a puff, he continued on his way.
Though he only got a step or two until he was hit by something that almost made the cigarette fall to the ground. Kichirou spun around towards whoever it was with a few choice words in mind -- he wasn't much in the mood to be pushed around -- until he saw who it was. And that bring a small grin to his features. Well, what d'you know? Guess the robber wasn't a mystery to him anymore.
"Heyy, bosslady," He drawled in greeting, stepping back slightly to give her a little bit of space. "Get anything good? Hope there's some food in that bag of yours -- I'm starving." Actually, he was, and he had only realized it right then. Apart from some bad-tasting breakfast bar he'd grabbed on the go that morning, he hadn't eaten anything all day. "You owe me for nearly knocking me over, right? So pay up." No harm in trying to get something for free, right?