Still computerless. Putting this together was a trip.
It's so great to see everyone coming back together, though. I've missed the PKMN-Crossing
community with the intensity of intensely intensified intensities. (So has Hickory, but he got lost in a jungle somewhere and is probably more preoccupied with fighting through a tribe of primal Mankeys at the moment. He sends his love and requests band-aids.)
NAME: OdieSPECIES: #079 SlowpokeGENDER: Male ♂BIRTHDAY: December 3rdAGE:
27NATURE: JollyCATCHPHRASE: "... bruh!"HOMETOWN: Slateport City
Happy, friendly and laid-back, if a bit slow on the uptake. Odie takes a while to register things when spoken to, resultant in situations where he'll absorb the punchline to a joke he was told four days ago, do the thousand-yard Stare of Vacancy, and begin chuckling about it mid-conversation in the middle of a coffee shop.MOVESET:
He's relatively single-minded and stalwart in his goals, but extremely shy of confrontation. Odie has no backbone when it comes to conflict, and he would much rather concede defeat on an issue than stir the pot. He also strives to be helpful. Even if it takes him a while, Odie will gladly lend a hand, a hug, or a plethora of delayed chuckles to anyone who needs it.
Odie also picks his nose, which is kinda gross. His fingers are too big for his nostrils, though, so it's not uncommon of him to go looking for help from someone to dislodge his digits from his nasal passages. It's a very unfortunate habit.
As a budding marine biologist, Odie harbored an intense love for the ocean and all things in it. He specialized in ecology, specifically, fascinated by the bodacious lives and behavioral development of critters locked from land. It was pretty far out stuff, man, and the more Odie became involved in his studies, the more he wanted to spend time around the tubular sea Pokemon he'd dedicated so much time to learning about.EXTRAS:
He was unable to acquire certification, however (something about staring off into space and chortling at a wall for the entirety of the 3-month training session), and was forced to manage his goals through unsupported methods. Essentially, this amounted to bumming around the local beaches in an effort to check out the gnarly little fishies that would venture into shallow waters.
Residing in Slateport City meant the beaches were in constant use, though, and the sheer number of tourists and beach-goers kept most fish at bay until the wee hours of the night. Odie found that, like, totally reasonable, dude -- he had never been much a fan of crowds either -- but it meant that his efforts to chill with his gill-laden pals were rarely met with success.
Odie was lamenting these woes aloud to a hotdog stand one day, when the hotdog stand advised him to seek a less populated atmosphere; it was a fan of wildlife studies, too, and it had found that living in a little town was exactly what the doctor ordered when it came to finding a reliable workspace. It took Odie a while to realize that it was, in fact, the Butterfree on top of the hotdog stand cheerfully babbling at him, but far be it from he to question the unsolicited advice of strangers and inanimate objects alike. Odie promptly (read: with the velocity of a partially frozen slug) packed his bags and set off for a radical little beach town that could fulfill his needs.
- Odie's laughter amounts to a monotonous line of perpetuating "huh huh huh huh huh"s.
- About as slow and ploddy as it gets on land, but turns into some kind of unholy pink demon rocket underwater.
- His parents raised him with the totally hip mindset that the 70s were still cool.
- That's actually his underwear.