IMUM GRUNT, christopher gebhard [wip]

[AKI - CHAN]

CHRISTOPHER GEBHARD

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i am a question to the world
NOT AN ANSWER TO BE HEARD

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Character Name: Christopher Gebhard
Nicknames: Chris, Christy, Gebby
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Alliance: Neutral Evil
Rank: Team Imum Grunt
Canon or Original: Original

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and you see the things they never see
ALL YOU WANTED I COULD BE

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Short Appearance: An small blond with red eyes.
Appearance:

Christopher is your almost average looking boy. He stands at five feet three inches, having not reached the huge growth spurt that comes with older teenage boys yet, and he weighs around one hundred ten pounds. His blond hair reaches his shoulders, though one side of his head has longer hair. That's because the person who was cutting his hair did something wrong, and he decided to keep it the way it was. He rather liked the style. Chris has piercing crimson red eyes, though that is due to colored contacts. His real eye color is more of a yellow or gold, but he likes the red better. The boy wears whatever he feels like wearing, though he seems to wear a collar with each outfit. These collars are either studded, simple leather, or even have bells on them. It really just depends. His canine teeth are slightly longer and sharper than the average human's, and he likes to use them for intimidation. You know how creepy grins can become with sharp teeth.

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they can't tell me who to be
'CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE

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Personality:

100 words go hurr

Likes:

rain, water types, dark types, bug types, poison types, music, collars, feline pokemon, canine pokemon, getting his way, sleep, not having to work, sweets, food

Dislikes:

humans (despite being one himself), tart foods, working, being ignored, coordinators, breeders, trainers, those annoying gym leaders, the whole pokemon league in general, anyone who goes against team imum, annoyances, idiots, little kids (they seem to like him, though), remarks on his size

Fears:

team imum disbanding, death to a loved one, death to the leader, losing his pokemon before they're ready, forgetting who he is and being forgotten

Goals:

to follow team imum until he is on his death bed, to watch his pokemon grow strong enough to not need him anymore, to destroy the human race (he really does not like his own kind)

Strengths:

loyal, punctual, observant, obedient, persistent, reliable, organized

Weaknesses:

proud, independent, aloof, stubborn, impatient, perfectionist, dogmatic

Quirks/Habits:

pacing back and forth while waiting, keeping everyone out of his arms length personal bubble (he allows his pokemon in, though)

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how can the world want me to change
THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME

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Family Members:

GEBHARD, damian - 53 years - father - disowned his son when chris was twelve - health unknown
GEBHARD, elise - 49 years - mother - disowned her son when chris was twelve - health unknown
GEBHARD, rachel - 3 years - little sister - doesn't know she has a brother - health unknown

History:

200 words go hurr

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i want a moment to be real
WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL

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OOC Name: Aki-Chan
Age: Fourteen years, fifteen next year--er, month
Member Title: o.o;
Experience: three years
Post Example:

A sigh passed through the blond's lips, and a hand ran through his spiky hair. You wouldn't believe it if he told you there wasn't any hair gel or hair spray coating the spikes. They were soft to the touch, yet they only stayed up, 'swooshing' to one side as his mother put it, because they decided to defy the laws of gravity. Cerulean eyes skimmed over the sheet of paper in his other hand, going over all the information. One of the students had given him a list of all their allergies, and the list was pretty long.

Peanuts, deadly. Dust, sneezing and watery eyes. Tomatoes, rashes. Wheat, straight to the bathroom. And the list goes on. He read over the information a couple of times before sighing once more. Students these days had a lot of allergies, especially this one. She should be stuck in a bubble instead of allowed to roam the island. Or, at least, she should carry an epipen with her everywhere. Shaking his head, Emeric gazed around the staff lounge. No one was there, so there was nothing else keeping him from going back to his office--aka the infirmary.

The shifter headed for the open door, passing through it and into the empty halls. The few people he spotted were either scrambling to get back to class, taking their sweet time going to wherever the restrooms were located, or just plain skipping. He would get on to some of them, telling them to get to class, but his timid nature didn't let him. The blond focused on where he was heading, choosing to block out those around him. Within minutes, he was standing in front of the door to the infirmary.

His eyes glanced up from the paper once more as muffled voices reached his ears. There shouldn't be anyone in there... I've only been gone for, what? The nurse checked the digital watch on his wrist, only for his right eye to twitch. Half an hour... Crap. He had been gone much longer than intended. If only this student didn't have a long list of allergies, then he would have been gone and back within five. He reached for the doorknob, a little hesitant as he didn't know what he would find on the otherside.

The wooden door slid open, a slight creak causing him to cringe. Though, upon laying his eyes on the scene before him, the creak didn't seem too important. His face flushed crimson at the sight, and his eyes widened. "U-um..." Emeric cleared his throat, opening the door all the way and stepping in. "I... I would appreciate it if you didn't use the i-infirmary for your... Eh, mating rituals..." Eheh, yeah... Just goes to show who was living in a forest all his life... But, really, he didn't know how else to say it! You walk into your office, expecting to see two students on different cots, only to find the female straddling the male. That... That isn't awkward at all...

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