HIKER ANTHONY OOOOOOH YEEEEEAAAAH.

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THE BASICS
I'd rather be a forest than a street.

NAME;; Anthony Rotini
NICKNAME(S);; None
GENDER;; Male
AGE;; 34
ALLIANCE;; Neutral good
RANK;; Hiker
SKILL;; Forager
CANON/ORIGINAL;; Um... A little of both? Canon, I guess.

THE APPEARANCE
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.

SHORT APPEARANCE;; Big, tall, black hair, brown eyes, big ol' backpack thing, funny adventurer type hat, Billy Maze beard.
APPEARANCE;; People, for the most part, thought at first glance that Anthony was a portly man. This wasn't the case though. He wore many layers of clothes, each of a different cloth, in an expertly planned way of keeping out the great bitter coldness at the tops of mountains. His eyes were as blue as the sky, and they could see farther than any other living thing, and he'd make bets on that. His weird purple vest often got him a look or two, but it was functional. The large pockets on it were convenient for holding little snacks, knives, and other things he'd need on his travels without having to rummage through his bag. Speaking of which, the thing was titanic. A regular joe would have quite the hard time even getting it off of the ground. Anthony, on the other hand, barely even noticed the weight of it anymore. He might as well have three grown men and a baby strapped to his back 24/7. What was nothing but scruff around his neck had grown into full blown facial hair after a few days of travel, and regardless of how hard he tried, he couldn't shave it off with his axe or his knife.

He never left home without his axe. Not even as a kid. The thing was a lot wider than the average axe, about three inches thick. The thing was basically a metal wedge on a stick, but the way Anthony swung the thing around the Great Deku tree itself (himself?) would've been down in two swings. Of course, Anthony would never attack the Great Deku tree. He couldn't anyway. It was from a video game. Video games aren't real, even hiker Anthony knows that.

His attire, which I've mentioned slightly earlier, could use quite a bit of explanation in itself, so allow me. His hat alone is quite a task to describe. Imagine a bowl, laced with lines that go up from the center of the bottom to the ridge. at the ridge is a small bump that extends outward slightly. There is a small button with no visible wholes or lace at the center of the bowl, where the lines meet. The bowl is white. Now flip the bowl over and put it on top of Billy Maze's head. That's how Anthony looked while wearing his hat. In short, it looks like somthing an adventurer would wear on a jungle safari. His white pants were very large, due to the many layers of clothes beneath them, jus like his shirt. His pants were tucked into his boots, which looked small in comparison to his heavy layering above. Odd knee pad like protrusions started at his boods and worked their way up his legs. It was good for when you slipped on a mountain. His shirt was a button up with long sleeves. Almost something formal. He had the sleeves rolled up to reveil his huge muscles and arm hair he was so proud of. He was never really sure why he dressed this way.

To top it all off, he always had a huge, stupid grin on his face.

THE PERSONALITY
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet.

PERSONALITY;; Anthony wouldn't hurt anything on purpose, unless he was in a pokemon battle. Exept trees. He chopped those things down ALL DAY. That was, like, his buisness. Anyway, he was really a gentle giant. He liked to live life to the fullest, doing whatever he could, just because he could. Climbing mountains because they were there and what not. If that meant that ocasionally he would scream YOLO and throw a sandwich, he would. He always wore a stupid grin, because he was always happy. He could never really find a good reason to stay depressed, so he just didn't. He could have boatloads of fun doing the simplest things, like humming a song to himself, eating a sandwich, or throwing rocks at stuff. Doing these everyday things wass like going to Disneyland to this guy, he was like, crazy or something. If someone did take him to Disneyland, he'd probably explode into confetti and candy corn. I pity the guy who'd have to clean that up, so please, for the sake of the Disneyland faculty, don't take Anthony with you do Disneyland. To sum it up he's a big sack of fluffy happy love and rainbows. With a lot of body hair.

LIKES;; Climbing mountains, raising pokemon, just about everything
DISLIKES;; people who can't look on the bright side, being told he can't do something
FEARS;;Losing the ability to climb mountains, accidentally chopping a Soodowoodo in half
GOALS;; To live life to the fullest, and raise his pokemon well
STRENGTHS;; Physical strength, great knowladge of nature
WEAKNESSES;; Sometimes too nice, underestimates strength from time to time.
QUIRKS/HABITS;; Does things for little to no reason, regarless of consequences, Chops down trees like it's his buisiness.

THE HISTORY
I'd rather be a raven than a snail.

FAMILY;; An adventuring dad he never really met, his mother (And the word on the street is she's an awesome baker)
HISTORY;; When Anthony was little more than a toddler, he was eating one of his mothers paistries when he saw some pokemon outside. He realized, "I can train those!" So he did.

When Anthony was a young man, he was eating one of his mothers paistries when he looked out the window. His vision fell unto a great mountain that pierced the skies, cutting gashes through the clouds, towering over everything else in sight. Snowy peaks played with clouds in the heavens above. He figured he could probably climb that, so he did.

He spent years in the woods, caves, and the peaks of mountains. He was adventuring to places unheard of by any explorer, and he grew to be quite a man. He also learned to chop down trees like it was his buisiness. He chopped those things down ALL DAY.

Anywho, he was living his life by the footsteps his father had paved. His mother had always told him that his father was a great adventurer, and Anthony would never doubt his mother. She would never lie to him. That's how he knew the tooth fairy, Santa Claus, and the Easter bunny were all real, even though all the stupid kids tried to convince him otherwise. I mean, what would hide eggs other than a giant rabbit? Nothing, that's right. It only made sence.

I'm getting off topic again. Anthony grew to live in the footsteps of his great adventuring father, and did quite the job of it. Those silver mountains were nothing but a great hunk of dirt to most people, but he knew every inch of them. He even made a map for less extrodinary mountain climbers in the future. He felt good that he was helping someone who wasn't at quite his skill level.

After Navigating The silver mountains that allured him in his childhood, he moved to the lower regions of Johto, exploring all the caves and their towering tops. (He also cut down a lot of trees. There were about three species of trees that almost went extinct just because of him alone. He was really glad that kid was there to get that Soodowoodo out of the way before he got there. He just knew for sure he would've chopped it down without even knowing.) Unlike the mountain, these caves were fairly easy to navigate, and there was a fairly easy to follow path through them. In other words, almost no fun at all. The tops of them were pretty fun though.

Johto had gotten boring to him after some time. He'd gotten to know the place a little too well. He could probably take you to any spot in the region, from wherever he was, blindfolded. It just wasn't a challenge anymore. The only thing that kept him going for a while there was his mothers mind-blowingly delisious baking.

Needless to say, when he heard that a new landmass was discovered, and was currently being inhabited by travelers, he couldn't hold back his excitement. He said a hart warming goodbye to the mountains and his mothers paistries (completely forgetting to say goodbye to his mother herself) and then proceded to swim the whole journey to the new region.

(He actually took a boat, but if you ask him he'll say he swam.)

THE POKEMON
I'd rather be a forest than a street.

STARTER POKEMON;;Geodude

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PARTY POKEMON;;Geodude. (Possibly Machop? I'm gonna hassle for it.)

PC POKEMON;;HE HAS NO TIME FOR SUCH SHENANIGANS AS A PC.

OUT OF CHARACTER

OOC NAME;; Still Cheddar. It isn't gonna change.
AGE;;Me? 14. Anthony? like, 34 or something.
MEMBER TITLE;;... Not sure if I have one.
EXPERIANCE;; Getting better.
POST EXAMPLE;;Aleta was awake as soon as the boy entered the room. This meant she was fully aware of all the spaztic- and extremely creepy- antics that were going on behind her. She opened her eyes, knowing that her back would be facing the boy. (At this point she had curled up into a ball on her side, somewhat like a sidways fetal position.) She examined the wall, glistening with damp moisture. She hadn't realised before, but the walls weren't one solid color here, like they were in the rest of the caverns. They were a mixture of many specles and colors, giving the whole room an odd blue-ish tone. another drop of water fell on her head, but she pretended to ignore it.

The things this guy was saying, he was a real creeper. This is the kind of guy you keep children away from. Aleta wanted to vomit. But for some reason, she felt like she would be safest if she just pretended to stay asleep. Like when a child is staying up too late and their parents enter the room. Still, the thought of being in the same room with this guy was more than slightly uncomforting. Then she heard something else.

Amazing, right? Being able to hear anything over the imense, disturbing rukus this man was making? Anyway...

Then she noticed the sound of snoring. Could she still be alseep? Was this all a dream? No, that idea was simply too silly. Besides, the snoring wasn't coming from her, it was coming from below her. Well, horizontally parallel to her, in the direction that was from her head to her feet. So from Aleta's perspective, below her. This was very, very odd. The boy was still causing commotion, and Aleta was hearing the faint "whoosh" of air moving, so the boy obviously hadn't fallen asleep.

Aleta risked a movement, however small. It didn't seem like much, but it gave her a sence of weakness for a moment, as if the man might figure out that she'd been faking the whole time. Nope. He was still mumbling happily, but the movement in the air did stop.

The new veiw she had didn't give her a whole truckload of information, but she was satisfied. She now knew that the person, presumably a lady, had a whole mess of white hair. It was probably someones grandma. What was an old lady doing in a place like this? Aleta speculated over this for quite some time. She couldn't think of any reason that made sence.

Did she get lost on the way to the store? No, there were no stores anywere near here. She would have to be very lost.

Was she on the way to visit her grandchildren? If she was, those grandchildren better be deathly sick, to make their grandma go through these horrible caves.

And so she spent a few minutes trying to decide the wearabouts of this new old lady that she was in the company of. After a while, she swore to herself that she would help this old lady out of the cave, whatever it took. She would be the heroic one, and save this poor elderly woman from the dangers of the cave. Because she was just that cool.

The man suddenly sneezed loudly, echoing through the caverns. It didn't echo as much as her frustrated wailing did though. Was that how everyone found her here? Well, maybe the pervert, but not the old lady. She was just lost or something.

"It's not what it looks like! I swear, I wasn't doing anything!"

Excuses already. It was too late for excuses with him though, she'd already heard all of his disgusting comments. For a breif moment, the wall Aleta was staring at seemed to be illuminated, ever so dimmly.

Regardless of all prior knowladge, Aleta decided it would be best to pretend she'd just woken up, and let out a hugely fake stretch and yawn. She really did feel cramped and uncomfortable, but the stretching just didn't come naturally. She was just too uncomfortable.

"Wha's goin' on?" she asked in a mock drowsy voice. "What're you guys doin' here?"

It was at about this time that she noticed the man. She... she knew this guy. It was a guy, wasn't it? Something about him reminded her quite strongly of that girl at the casino with the vomit colored hair.

She looked over to see if the old lady was alright. It turns out, she was more than alright. She looked at the peak of health, especially for someone so old. Not a wrinkle on the woman. Aleta nodded her head at the- still on the ground- woman as a short "kudos" for being so healthy. Maybe her grandchildren weren't being so selfish when they made her take the walk. She might be better suited for the trip than them.

Regardless, Aleta had promissed to herself that she'd get the old lady out of the tunnels, and that required dealing with this pervert first.

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