Closed RP blog associated with A Daring Frontier Chris Beaumont; Kanto Elite Four Steel type Specialist
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name. Christopher Beaumont nickname(s). Chris, Helmet guy, the creep that lives in that apartment age. twenty six species. human
p e r s o n a l .
morality. chaotic neutral. religious belief. atheist. sins. lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life. develop some of the best technology known, enough to start a new era of technology in the world. languages known. fluent english and french, some japanese and spanish. quirks. extremely quiet, very twitchy/fidgety, never stays still. savvies. computer sciences, technology in general, pokƩmon battling, pokƩmon handling.
p h y s i c a l .
build. slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other height. 6ā²1ā³ (185 cm) scars/birthmarks. some scars and burn marks on his hands from cutting himself while working on some piece of tech. abilities/powers. smart as all heck. restrictions. apart from being extremely quiet, which can limit how he interacts with others, heās also very physical, which can make other people uncomfortable.
f a v o u r i t e s .
favourite food. spaghetti and meatballs. favourite drink. mountain dew. favourite pizza topping. pepperoni. favourite colour. turquoise! favourite music genre. edm, techno, house, just about anything produced on a computer. favourite book genre. instruction manuals and books on how to talk to people. favourite movie genre. sci-fi. favourite season. fall. favourite curse word. !!! favourite scent. fresh baked cookies.
f u n Ā s t u f f .
bottom or top.Ā the world may never know loud burper or soft burper. loud. sings in the shower. no, but he dances like a madman. likes bad puns. yes / no
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Ā Ā Chris held on to his mask as the Iron Leg PokĆ©mon made itās way through the city, dashing a foot above the air, levitating with its psychic powers. He started to hit the Metagrossā forehead to warn it, but it was too late- oh wait. The guy dodged...good?
Ā Ā Chris brought his hands up to his head, in a nervous panic at almost killing the poor man. Of course, it was the guyās fault, but Chris felt responsible for controlling his Metagross better. He began to repeatedly bow apologetically to the stranger.
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incoming!
āShit-!ā
Ā Ā Damian hardly had time to utter out the curse before he was forced to duck out of the way, an incoming speedy Metagross nearly barreling right into him. The whole situation was partly Damianās fault, as heād been buried in hisĀ PokĆ©Nav and not paying attention to his surroundings which had led to him walking right into the middle of a pathway (and right in the pathway of the passing Metagross).
Ā Ā But, Damian would neverĀ admit to that.

Ā Ā āThe hell, man?ā a scowl dominated his expression once he assured he wouldnāt fall over,Ā āYou nearly took me out!ā he crossed his arms over his chest, clicking his tongue to signify his displeasure with the situation as if it werenāt apparent already. He couldnāt deny that he was impressed by the Pokemon, though. Heād never even seenĀ one up close! He wasnāt about to admit that either, though.Ā
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