Adopting Boreas the Amaura

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» Name: Boreas
» Gender: Male
» Species: #698 Amaura the Tundra Pokemon
» Affiliation/Rank: Wanderer

» Why do you want to adopt them?:

- The character is pretty much a complete and total blank. He was created, but it looks like nothing was ever done with him. The fact that he is so bare bones makes him malleable. This means I can build a lot on him and sort of take him his own way. Since this is *technically* my first time RPing on the site, it would be best to take a character that really doesn't have a lot going on for him.

- I kinda want to accentuate the character's more peaceful nature. There is that one weird thing that the author put in there about the character being a "brawler" but I don't really think that makes sense within the rest of the context of the guy's personality. There's nothing in the history to justify it. It just feels like it was tact on there for... whatever reason. I like the idea of negating that trait through some experiences he's had, maybe it was something he had to deal with, a phase he was going through, but now he's moved past it and has become the gentle little hug-monster he was always born to be.

- I like the idea that he evolves into this big freakin' humbo-jumbo of a Pokemon too. I've always REALLY dug the Gentle Giant troupe. Like, someone who probably could mess you up if they really wanted to, but nah. They would rather just hug it out and buy you a nice lunch and let you talk your problems out because they know that all that anger is coming from somewhere and you just need to let it out. Kronk from the Emperor's New Groove is a good example. Sweetest guy on the face of the planet. All he want's to do is make good food and lead Squirrel Scouts. He sleeps with an itsy-bitsy blanket and a teddy outside with no complaints at all. He makes friends with that little squirrel. But the dude has arms like freakin' tree trunks. I mean, seriously, how much protein do you have to consume in a day to keep that kind of body? When does he get the time to work out? I don't think Isma would give him off days. He's gotta just sneak it when she's not looking. All that, and he's a five-star, A+ chef? Get outta here. Best dude ever.

That's kinda what I wanna do with Boreas here. Big lovable hunk who doesn't really know his own strength and just wants to make everyone happy. Once he evolves that will be double true. Dude is almost nine feet tall. That's pretty massive by Pokemon standards, if I have my thinking cap on straight.

-Also, let's talk about the fact that this guy has big clouds over him wherever he goes. It either snows or hails. That's kind of adorable. This guy literally has climate control built right in. You pay top dollar for that kind of stuff in cars.

I can see it being affected by how he feels. If he's happy or calm, or just in a good mood, it will be snow. If he's upset or something, hail. I can also see the intensity being affected by how intense the feelings are. I think that's pretty darn cool.

» Sample of roleplay:

Day 1-

They had left him alone. Why did they keep doing this to him? He hadn't even done anything serious. That Cubchoo had it coming to him. The little bear had snotted all over him. He laughed afterwards. Boreas was sure it had been on purpose. The cub's mother finding out and dragging him back to his parents had been unexpected. Now he was here on a the beach. There was no one else around for as far as he could see. The waves were creeping up and down the shore. They had the sea where he lived, of course, but it wasn't quite this lively. It was cold and placid and lovely. Not like here. Here, it was loud and obnoxious.

Boreas kicked the ground in frustration. A puff of sand kicked up into the wind and back into his face. In surprise he leapt back with a squeal and fell directly onto his bum. He huffed as his tail buried into the sand. The clouds above him began to loose hail onto the beach. If anyone were to pass by, they may think this an absurd sight. Hail? On the beach? Who ever thought of such a thing? It was simply unheard of. No one ever told that to Boreas. His own cloud had been hanging over him in the sky ever since he was born. Back home no one noticed it too much. It just blended in with the rest. There was enough snow and hail up north that his own personal supply was just a drop in the bucket. The mons at Grassveil were considerably less accompanied to this. It was impossible to find a place to stay because no one wanted to shovel the snow off their walks. And if it was hail, not a soul would come near him.

Last time, he had begged his parents to let him come home by letter by the second day, and he'd only been able to convince the Tailow to fly all that way by working in his yard for days. By that time his parents had come back and he was rid of the place. This time he doubted they would be so forgiving. This time, Boreas was sure they meant business. They were done with his "childishness". They said he was old enough to know better now. That he should be heading off on his own soon anyway. That if he couldn't act responsibly at this point, there was nothing left to do. He knew the moment he saw the look in his mother's eyes.

It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. He hadn't even done anything wrong. If that snotty Cubchoo hadn't taddled on him everything would be fine. He would still be home. He would probably be asleep right now. He wouldn't have to worry about any of this. His parents wouldn't be mad at him. He wouldn't be stuck on some stupid beach, with its stupid sand, and its stupid palm trees, and the stupid bright sun right in his eyes.

This was all so wrong. He just wanted to bury his head in the sand and pretend it was all a dream. As he glared at it, the sand got blurry. A few wet tears fell to the ground, joining with the melting hail. Boreas stamped his foot into the ground, which was beginning to change texture. It was getting clumpy and gloopy. He hated it.

The sun was setting into the waves. It looked so red and far away. It was like it was leaving too. It was laughing at him, he was sure. He needed to find somewhere to sleep. Soon. It was going to be a long night.

Day 3-

He hadn't been getting any sleep. The cave he'd found was damp and hard. There was nowhere to lie down comfortably. When he did get his eyes to shut, he would only wake up a few hours later feeling groggy and worse than when he'd began. He was beginning to develop what seemed like a chronic headache, and the worst was how hungry he was feeling. All the trees here were too tall for him to reach the leave, though from what he had tasted on the ground that may have been a blessing. The big palm leaves were tough and tasted bitter. He hadn't found a single berry bush. No wonder this beach was deserted. He'd seen some fish way out in the water, but not much else.

Boreas wandered out of his cave, hoping today he might happen upon something edible. If not, he was going to have to start heading inland, hoping he could find something to eat. He didn't want that right now. Inland meant more pokemon. He just wanted to be alone right now.

As he yawned and surveyed the beach around him he saw what looked like a tangle of seaweed on the shore. Then that seaweed moved. Then he saw the pile of fruit around it. Then he saw the seaweed had feet.

He was too hungry to be moody and sulky at the moment. His stomach growled as he trotted down the beach as fast as his little legs could take him.

"Hey! Excuse me!" he shouted. The jumble of seaweed turned towards him and two big eyes looked out at him from in between the tangles.

"Hey ho hey!" the Tangela shouted back at him in a pleasantly gruff voice. "Ain't no secret to it, my new found friend! Just follow your good buddy Ol' Pete Moss! He'll show you the way!"

Pete turned off and led Boreas to a small hidden cove filled with fruit and berries, and a large fresh spring. Boreas' eyes sparkled in wonder.

"Wow..." breathed the little sauropod. "This is amazing."

"Yep!" Ol' Petey leapt out of the bush to Boreas' right, tentacles filled to the brim with fruit and berries. "Your good buddy tripped upon this place couple months ago. Nice little place to get your grub on, if I do say so m'self. And I do! Here, little buddy. Have some. You look right famished!"

Boreas took a bite of the fruit right from the tip of Petey's tentacle. The next few minutes were a bit of a haze after that. The next thig he new, Boreas was surrounded by husks of fruit and covered in fruit juice.

Petey was sitting on a rock, watching the display.

"Whoo-wee! You wuz 'bout as hungry as a Snorlax after a week long nap, wuzin't you, little feller?"

Boreas looked around and laughed to himself as he saw what he'd done. He blushed a tad.

"I guess you could say that..."

Petey didn't seem to mind. "Well, no problem with that. Least not as far as I can tell. No sirr-ee! It's like Ol' Petey always says, "Ain't nothin' to it but to do it!" If you wuz hungry, I figure best thing for it wuz to get some grub in you right quick!"

"I guess you could say that..." Something about this Petey gave Boreas the impression he had spent a little too much time out in the sun. "So, uh, Petey, what are you doing out here? You're the only pokemon I've seen for days."

"Ain't no bother where Ol' Petey goes. Ol' Petey goes wherever he pleases! I don't have a mind half the time where I'm goin'. Just gotta go places. Wander about. See the world!

"Ain't nothin' to it but to do it, kid! Real question is, wuz you doin' out around these parts? Hope you don' mind me sayin', but you don't seem muh the type for takin' a nice vacation in these here tropical regions. What with that condensation situation you got going on over your head..." Petey gestured with one wily tentacle, flopping and flailing about.

Boreas craned his little neck upwards. It was snowing now. The snow was falling around him now, falling on on a good bit of the grove. "Oh, you mean my cloud. I've always had this. It follows me around. And I'm here because I was left here."

"Left?!" Petey jumped a little on his rock. "Now who woulda left ya out here, little feller? That sounds right dangerous!"

"I can take care of myself!" Boreas retorted. "I'm not a child. And I'm not little. I'm taller than the rest of the Amaura I know."

"Alright, alright. Didn't mean know offense, big feller! But who left ya?"

"My parents. I got into a fight. But he started it."

Petey was silent for a few moments.

"Hermmmm..." he mumbled to himself. "Yessir, that does seem to make a good deal of sense, I figure..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you got a chip on your shoulder as big as a pile of Onyx dung! You're chilly! Makes a feller shiver just to look at you! And it ain't just the snow. Or the fact that you're just naturally of the icy persuasion. I mean it's in your heart, buddy! I can tell it just as sure as look at ya. Yer Ol' friend Petey has a knack for that sorta thing, y'know."

Boreas stared at the slimy little creature. He didn't like being insulted.

"There!" Suddenly a tentacle was smack dab in Boreas' face. "Right there, buddy! That's it right there! You got too much'a you raddlin' round in that noggin of your's."

Petey retracted his tentacle with a snap and hopped off the his rock.

"Come on, Ol' Petey's got something to show ya." With that, he waddled right past where Boreas had been laying and into the underbrush. Once he had disappeared, Boras thought to just leave him. He was obviously delirious from the heat. Just a crazy old pokemon who had seen better days. Boreas was going to stay right here where the food was good and there was plenty of water.

And yet...

Boreas stood up and did his best to follow the crazy Tangela. After fighting through the branches and undergrowth, he found himself back at the beach with Petey sitting in the sand with his eyes closed, humming some half coherent melody to himself.

Boreas grumbled. "What are we back here for?"

Without opening his eyes and still humming to himself, Old Petey whipped out a tentacle and pointed towards the sea. The sun was shining bright and the waves seemed to shine and sparkle like a second sky filled with stars.

Boreas stared blankly for a moment.

"Congratulations. You found the biggest thing around here with your eyes closed. Point in the other direction, maybe you'll find the forest. I'm going back to the grove."

As Boreas turned to go, he heard a snap and something wrapped around his back leg. He tripped and ate a face full of sand before he was dragged backwards. Before he could orient himself, he was dangling upside down face to face with Ol' Petey.

"Don't be rude, big feller! Ol' Petey is trying to make a point here. Now..." Petey turned Boreas so he was facing the sea. "What do ya see?"

"Uhhh.... Water?"

"CORECTOMUNDO, kiddo!" Petey dropped Boreas into the sand again. "And what's on the surface of that thar' water, hrrrrmmmmm?"

Boreas clambered back to his feet and spat out a mouth full of sand. His teeth gritted the stuff as he talked.

"Waves. What is any of th-" A tentacle whacked him straight across the face.

"NOPE! Try again, pal!"

"Air? Fish? I don't know!"

"Still off the mark!"

"What do you want me to say then!?"

Petey grabbed the Amaura and pulled him real close, until they were practically eye to eye.

"Ain't nothing 'bout what I want you to say, kiddo." He turned Boreas' head back to the sea. "It's about what's THERE!" He pointed back out to sea.

"Until you can get that in your head, yer head ain't gonna be worth much'a nothin! Only then you can be who yer supposed ta be! Get me?"

Boreas was facing Pete again.

"No.... No I don't."

Pete let lose a booming laugh. "You will, kiddo! You will! You just sit here 'till you do. Until then, at grove back there's your's for the pickin'! Ol' Petey's got to be ramblin on now! Lots-a new places to go, things to see." Petey began to waddle off along the shore. "I hope it works out for you, friend!

"And remember! 'Ain't nothing to it!' "

Boreas rolled his eyes. " 'But to do it...' Yeah, sure. Thanks for the food at least, you crazy coot..." He mumbled to himself as he sauntered back into the forest.

Petey never looked back, he just kept waddling down the shore, humming to himself the whole way down.

Day 12-

For a few days he had been content to sit in the grove and eat and drink and sleep to his heart's content. There was enough food and water that he probably could have stayed there indefinitely. But he knew he would get lonely. Something else was bothering him too. He kept on finding himself staring out at the sea. For the first few days he hadn't even thought about what Pete had said, but after awhile it had started to creep back in. What had he meant? What was he trying to tell him?

It had taken him days, but now Boreas thought he had something of an answer.

There weren't any waves. Just the water.

He was the waves. Or so he thought. Those waves were just something that looked like they were their own separate thing, but really it was an illusion. It was all the water. He thought that's what Pete had been trying to say.

Boreas had always been caught up in himself. Too concerned about himself. Him, him, him, him, him. He'd always fought others because he'd been insulted, he'd been hurt. He never stopped to think what that other mon was going through, what they were thinking, what was in their heart.

That had to change. That had changed, he thought. All these days, looking at the ocean, resting, thinking, he had been changed, if only a little. He thought of what Pete said. He had warmed his heart.

But this wasn't the end. He felt there was something more to this. Something there, beneath a surface he had just now begun to scratch. He needed to see. For himself. No, maybe for everyone. It was just something he had to see.

But he wouldn't find it here. He'd taken everything he could take from here. All it could teach him. He knew Grassville was not too far from here. Perhaps he would head there. Try again.

No. Try for the very first time.

With that, he left the beach behind. As he started, his snow clouds followed, the snow drifting soft and slowly to the ground, floating happily in the air.

(Fin)

» Link to the original bio: https://pmd-roleplay.forumotion.org/t3138-up-for-adoption-boreas-the-amaura
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Subject: Re: Adopting Boreas the Amaura Sun Apr 03, 2016 10:11 pm

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Other than one misspelling of Grassveil as Grassville I think everything looks awesome. Glad to see someone doing something interesting with an archived character~

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