Post by BRAND RAINIER on Dec 24, 2011 12:48:46 GMT -5
RAINIER, brand
WE'LL DEFINITELY MEET AGAIN
USING OUR SYNCHRONIZED HEARTBEATS AS A GUIDE
FULL NAME;; Brand Lassen Rainier
AGE;; Seventeen
HOUSE;; Kanto
GENDER;; Male
ORIENTATION;; Demisexual; Brand's not the type to develop spontaneous crushes, but once he really gets to know someone he can end up turning into a love-struck, babbling, nervous-as-hell fool.
HOMETOWN;; Violet City, Johto
JOB;; Student; Currently seeking part-time employment and not having much success.
GROWLITHE
BITE, REVERSAL, FLAME WHEEL, FLAME BURST
Loyal, fiercely protective, friendly, outgoing, energetic, brave, intuitive, rash, naive, clueless concerning certain things, harsh on himself, terrified of ghosts
Brand Lassen Rainier was born in Violet City, Johto, to police chief George Rainier and his frail housewife, Helen, and not without complications; his birth was a long, painful affiar for his mother, and on that fateful night seventeen years ago the town doctor feared that neither mother nor baby would live to see the morning, but despite his grim perdiction the morning light saw both Helen and her second son tired but very much alive. Unfortunately, the complications with Brand's birth left Helen unable to bear any more children, but the recovering mother took it in stride - she had her two beloved little boys and they meant the world to her. As long as she had them, she vowed that no sorrow or sadness could possibly intrude into her life. So it was that instead of bemoaning the loss of the chance to have that daughter she always secretly hoped for, Helen lavished as much love and attention on her two sons as possible, and under her tender care Brand grew from a bouncing baby to a rambunctious little boy in the space of a few short years.
Life for young Brand was a cheerful, carefree one, albiet a little restrictive for while he and his older brother enjoyed playing around as much as any young boys do, Helen was slightly overprotective of her children and rarely let the two little redheads leave her sight. And if Helen was overprotective, then George was downright stifling. As the chief of the Violet City police force he had borne witness to almost every kind of horror that might befall one in the world: theft and murder, kidnapping, attacks from wild pokemon. With those horrors in mind, he was always wary of leaving his sons unprotected and was quick to impose strict limitations on the two in order to protect them from the dangers of the world. They were not to go outside and play unless accompanied by their mother, another responsible adult, or his lifelong Houndoom partner, Garm. Playdates with other children in their neighborhood were to be strictly supervised as well, and under absolutely no circumstances were the boys to ever be outside after sundown. No exceptions. As a little boy whose only intresets in life were running around and playing with his brother and his friends, Brand could care less about these restrictions, but over time he would grow to hate them, and to resent the way his father seemed intent on keeping him cooped up away from the other kids his age. But for the moment, the little boy's world consisted of his home and his neighborhood, a world he shared with his family and handful of friends, and that was good enough for him.
As far a children went, Brand was rather easygoing; perhaps a bit spoiled, thanks to his mother, who was fond of indulging her children's whims whenever she could, but he was not the type to throw fits and scream if he didn't get his way. Maybe sulk in the corner with teary eyes for a while, but never scream! And he was easy to cheer up with small, simple gestures of kindness - a pet on the head here, a hug there, and he would swallow the last of his tears and go back to his playing. He was also extremely energetic, always wanting to go outside and explore the area around his house while his mother watched with that quiet, calm smile of hers, and always able to find something new to prod with his stick or chase around the yard. In that way he was quite unlike his brother, who despite being only a little less than a year older than him - Brand's birthday was June 31st, and his brother's was July 3rd - was a much quieter, secluded boy. Books and the indoors were his relm, while Brand's was outside with the fresh air, green grass, and the little living things he could find crawling through fallen leaves to poke at. Sure, to a casual observer unaware of their age gap they might look like twins, but their personalities were as different as night and day. However, if there was one thing they both loved above all else, it was their mother, and it was through her gentle coaxing that the two of them learned from an early to compromise between their vastly different personalities in order to get along. Brand would give up some of his time playing outside to come in and sit with his mother while his brother read to them, and his brother would reluctantly venture outside to spend an afternoon "adventuring" through the back yard every now and then.
When they would play with the other children who lived close by, the difference in the Rainier boys' personalities only became more apparent. Brand was never much of a leader when it came to running around with the neighborhood gaggle, and was more than happy to follow the ideas of whatever child decided to take the helm that day while they played. His brother, on the other hand, far preferred being the one in charge and was prone to returning home in a huff to sulk in his room when he didn't get his way. Needless to say, Brand was always the one with more friends around the neighborhood, and as much as he liked playing with his brother there was just something about running around in a pack that made the boy feel like he really belonged. It was just right.
It was when his brother started school at the Pokemon academy that Brand really began to appreciate these friends.
With just himself and his mother at home during the days, staying in the house quickly became a bore. Not that Brand did not love his mother; on the contrary, he was still as big a momma's boy as ever. It was just that there was something weird about not having his brother to go pester when he wanted to go play outside, or to ask for help with his pathetic attempts at reading. And while his mother always tried to entertain him with games and stories of her own, it was still more fun to spend the day outside with his friends than cooped up at home. It was while he was playing this way that he began to slowly notice that his friends seemed unnerved whenever Garm followed him during their play, which confused Brand greatly. He had known the Houndoom for his entire life, and had never once realized that others might be frightened by the large fire and dark type's appearance, which he had never given a second thought. It was a confusing epiphany for the boy, but as much as he loved the Houndoom's company, he decided to ask his father if he could leave Garm at home when going out so that the dog pokemon wouldn't scare his friends.
His father, perdictably, said no. If Brand wanted to continue playing outside, than he would have to keep taking Garm with him. That was when Brand first began to chafe under his father's stern attitude, because he was forcing him to make his friends uncomfortable. But he wasn't going to just stop going outside either, so the little boy tried his best to prove to his friends that Garm might look scary but was really a big softie on the inside.
A year after his brother went to the academy, Brand started taking classes there as well. School was an entirely different experience for the boy, and it took him a while to get used to having to leave his mother alone all day to go listen to some teacher talk. But he got to color, and have snacks, and his teacher helped him learn to read better, so he guessed it was okay. It was just sitting still during the lessons that he had trouble with! The boy loved to fidget and when there was a bright, sunny day winking at him from the window by his desk, it was neigh impossible for him to concentrate on the tasks at hand. His grades that first year were never as good as his brother's were the year before, which his father lectured him for when he would return home with a less-than-stellar report from his teachers, but it made little difference to the boy; in fact, he was secretly kind of glad to annoy his father, the big stick-in-the-mud that he was.
It was around this time that he started having strange, vivid dreams every night. The first came the night after his class took a short field trip to Sprout Tower to learn about the monks who lived and trained there. During the day, it had been a quiet, solemnly spirtual place that smelled faintly of fresh leaves and burning insense; the kind of place his brother would have appreciated a lot more than Brand did. But when Brand fell asleep and suddenly found himself standing in the middle of the tower's third floor, it transformed into a much different place. The halls that were filled with light during the day were dim now, and the scent of insense that was barely noticable during the day was suddenly overwhelming, making the boy's eyes water and his head spin. All the while, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It felt like there were eyes on him as he took a few cautious steps for the staircase downward, the weight of an unseen gaze sending shivers down the little boy's spine. He could practically hear his heart pounding away in his chest as he finally reached the stairs -
-only to find his way barred by a pair of floating eyes.
With a terrified yelp, the boy fell backwards onto his rear, his eyes widening as a Gastly materialized in front of him, its eyes glowing meanicingly as it hovered above him. Brand whined in fear as he willed himself to get up, but he was frozen in fear. His body wouldn't move, trapped in place by the monster's Mean Look, and the boy suddenly remembered some of the stories he had heard about the ghost pokemon from his friends. They said it could engulf you and slowly poison you to death, or that they'd put you to sleep and eat your soul. Brand's eyes practically buldged out of their sockets at that thought; he didn't want to die! But the Gastly kept inching nearer, its tounge lolling out of its mouth and snaking toward the trembling redhead. That was it, it was too scary, he couldn't watch anymore! Moving the only part of his body that seemed to obey him anymore, Brand scrunched his eyes closed in terror, waiting for the inevitable, hid body shaking like a leaf. All he could do was repeat the same words over and over in his head: I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!
And, strangely enough, he didn't. Instead, there was a sudden explosion of light against his eyelids accompanied by a rush of intense heat followed by a pained cry from the Gastly and a low, canine growl from somewhere beside him. Garm? The boy thought with a wave of releief, cautiously opening an eye to peek at the scene before him. Sure enough, the Gastly was stumbling in the air, patches of its body vapors engulfed in bright red-orange flames. Brand smiled then, his body finally loosening up as the ghost gave another cry and retreated. Of course Garm would save him! That was what best pokefriends were for, right? But when the boy turned his head to the side to thank his father's partner, it was not a towering Houndoom that met his wide emerald-eyed gaze.
Istead, he saw a much smaller creature with bright orange fur, black stripes, and a cream-colored crest of fur on its head that matched its fluffy tail and belly. It was a Growlithe! Well that was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and the boy giggled as he reached out and scratched the puppy pokemon behind one of its big orange ears in gratitude. The Growlithe gave an apprecitaive whine, before craning its head to give the boy's hand a gentle lick.
Then, it shocked Brand by opening its mouth and speaking. "Are you okay, master?" The pokemon asked, its green eyes - perfect mirrors to Brand's own - staring up at him with a mixture of love and concern.
The redhead woke up with a jolt, sitting bolt-upright in his bed, tiny fists grasping his covers. For a minute, the six-year-old stared at his blankets in confusion, wondering if that was really a dream; he could still feel where the Growlithe licked him, for Arceus's sake! He didn't have time to ponder the dream for very long, however, as his mother's voice calling him downstairs for breakfast snapped him from his musings after barely a minute.
That morning, as they walked to school, he told his brother about his dream. The older redhead just scoffed at the mention of a talking pokemon, because the very idea was stupid; he told his little brother as much as they stepped through the doors of the school, but though Brand looked down at his shoes sheepishly in embarassment, he refused to believe that his brother was right. The Growlithe had definitely talked, and secretly, he hoped that he would have more dreams with the puppy pokemon at his side.
Luckily for him, the dreams quickly became an every night occurance. Each night, he would close his eyes and fall asleep, only to "wake up" with the Growlithe by his side. Sometimes they would be in places that were familiar to Brand, like the Sprout Tower or the schoolyard, but other times he would appear in strange places that he had never seen before: deep forests, mountain peaks, and even once at the lip of a volcano! It was scary at first, but Brand qucikly got over his fears and embraced his friendship with the Growlithe, and the two had many adventures through the vast wilderness of his dreams every night. In Brand's mind, this more than made up for the fact that his father was so restrictive during the day time, and he began to look forward to his dreams every night the same way he used to wait anxiously for the bell that announced recess at school.
Life for young Brand was a cheerful, carefree one, albiet a little restrictive for while he and his older brother enjoyed playing around as much as any young boys do, Helen was slightly overprotective of her children and rarely let the two little redheads leave her sight. And if Helen was overprotective, then George was downright stifling. As the chief of the Violet City police force he had borne witness to almost every kind of horror that might befall one in the world: theft and murder, kidnapping, attacks from wild pokemon. With those horrors in mind, he was always wary of leaving his sons unprotected and was quick to impose strict limitations on the two in order to protect them from the dangers of the world. They were not to go outside and play unless accompanied by their mother, another responsible adult, or his lifelong Houndoom partner, Garm. Playdates with other children in their neighborhood were to be strictly supervised as well, and under absolutely no circumstances were the boys to ever be outside after sundown. No exceptions. As a little boy whose only intresets in life were running around and playing with his brother and his friends, Brand could care less about these restrictions, but over time he would grow to hate them, and to resent the way his father seemed intent on keeping him cooped up away from the other kids his age. But for the moment, the little boy's world consisted of his home and his neighborhood, a world he shared with his family and handful of friends, and that was good enough for him.
As far a children went, Brand was rather easygoing; perhaps a bit spoiled, thanks to his mother, who was fond of indulging her children's whims whenever she could, but he was not the type to throw fits and scream if he didn't get his way. Maybe sulk in the corner with teary eyes for a while, but never scream! And he was easy to cheer up with small, simple gestures of kindness - a pet on the head here, a hug there, and he would swallow the last of his tears and go back to his playing. He was also extremely energetic, always wanting to go outside and explore the area around his house while his mother watched with that quiet, calm smile of hers, and always able to find something new to prod with his stick or chase around the yard. In that way he was quite unlike his brother, who despite being only a little less than a year older than him - Brand's birthday was June 31st, and his brother's was July 3rd - was a much quieter, secluded boy. Books and the indoors were his relm, while Brand's was outside with the fresh air, green grass, and the little living things he could find crawling through fallen leaves to poke at. Sure, to a casual observer unaware of their age gap they might look like twins, but their personalities were as different as night and day. However, if there was one thing they both loved above all else, it was their mother, and it was through her gentle coaxing that the two of them learned from an early to compromise between their vastly different personalities in order to get along. Brand would give up some of his time playing outside to come in and sit with his mother while his brother read to them, and his brother would reluctantly venture outside to spend an afternoon "adventuring" through the back yard every now and then.
When they would play with the other children who lived close by, the difference in the Rainier boys' personalities only became more apparent. Brand was never much of a leader when it came to running around with the neighborhood gaggle, and was more than happy to follow the ideas of whatever child decided to take the helm that day while they played. His brother, on the other hand, far preferred being the one in charge and was prone to returning home in a huff to sulk in his room when he didn't get his way. Needless to say, Brand was always the one with more friends around the neighborhood, and as much as he liked playing with his brother there was just something about running around in a pack that made the boy feel like he really belonged. It was just right.
It was when his brother started school at the Pokemon academy that Brand really began to appreciate these friends.
With just himself and his mother at home during the days, staying in the house quickly became a bore. Not that Brand did not love his mother; on the contrary, he was still as big a momma's boy as ever. It was just that there was something weird about not having his brother to go pester when he wanted to go play outside, or to ask for help with his pathetic attempts at reading. And while his mother always tried to entertain him with games and stories of her own, it was still more fun to spend the day outside with his friends than cooped up at home. It was while he was playing this way that he began to slowly notice that his friends seemed unnerved whenever Garm followed him during their play, which confused Brand greatly. He had known the Houndoom for his entire life, and had never once realized that others might be frightened by the large fire and dark type's appearance, which he had never given a second thought. It was a confusing epiphany for the boy, but as much as he loved the Houndoom's company, he decided to ask his father if he could leave Garm at home when going out so that the dog pokemon wouldn't scare his friends.
His father, perdictably, said no. If Brand wanted to continue playing outside, than he would have to keep taking Garm with him. That was when Brand first began to chafe under his father's stern attitude, because he was forcing him to make his friends uncomfortable. But he wasn't going to just stop going outside either, so the little boy tried his best to prove to his friends that Garm might look scary but was really a big softie on the inside.
A year after his brother went to the academy, Brand started taking classes there as well. School was an entirely different experience for the boy, and it took him a while to get used to having to leave his mother alone all day to go listen to some teacher talk. But he got to color, and have snacks, and his teacher helped him learn to read better, so he guessed it was okay. It was just sitting still during the lessons that he had trouble with! The boy loved to fidget and when there was a bright, sunny day winking at him from the window by his desk, it was neigh impossible for him to concentrate on the tasks at hand. His grades that first year were never as good as his brother's were the year before, which his father lectured him for when he would return home with a less-than-stellar report from his teachers, but it made little difference to the boy; in fact, he was secretly kind of glad to annoy his father, the big stick-in-the-mud that he was.
It was around this time that he started having strange, vivid dreams every night. The first came the night after his class took a short field trip to Sprout Tower to learn about the monks who lived and trained there. During the day, it had been a quiet, solemnly spirtual place that smelled faintly of fresh leaves and burning insense; the kind of place his brother would have appreciated a lot more than Brand did. But when Brand fell asleep and suddenly found himself standing in the middle of the tower's third floor, it transformed into a much different place. The halls that were filled with light during the day were dim now, and the scent of insense that was barely noticable during the day was suddenly overwhelming, making the boy's eyes water and his head spin. All the while, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It felt like there were eyes on him as he took a few cautious steps for the staircase downward, the weight of an unseen gaze sending shivers down the little boy's spine. He could practically hear his heart pounding away in his chest as he finally reached the stairs -
-only to find his way barred by a pair of floating eyes.
With a terrified yelp, the boy fell backwards onto his rear, his eyes widening as a Gastly materialized in front of him, its eyes glowing meanicingly as it hovered above him. Brand whined in fear as he willed himself to get up, but he was frozen in fear. His body wouldn't move, trapped in place by the monster's Mean Look, and the boy suddenly remembered some of the stories he had heard about the ghost pokemon from his friends. They said it could engulf you and slowly poison you to death, or that they'd put you to sleep and eat your soul. Brand's eyes practically buldged out of their sockets at that thought; he didn't want to die! But the Gastly kept inching nearer, its tounge lolling out of its mouth and snaking toward the trembling redhead. That was it, it was too scary, he couldn't watch anymore! Moving the only part of his body that seemed to obey him anymore, Brand scrunched his eyes closed in terror, waiting for the inevitable, hid body shaking like a leaf. All he could do was repeat the same words over and over in his head: I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!
And, strangely enough, he didn't. Instead, there was a sudden explosion of light against his eyelids accompanied by a rush of intense heat followed by a pained cry from the Gastly and a low, canine growl from somewhere beside him. Garm? The boy thought with a wave of releief, cautiously opening an eye to peek at the scene before him. Sure enough, the Gastly was stumbling in the air, patches of its body vapors engulfed in bright red-orange flames. Brand smiled then, his body finally loosening up as the ghost gave another cry and retreated. Of course Garm would save him! That was what best pokefriends were for, right? But when the boy turned his head to the side to thank his father's partner, it was not a towering Houndoom that met his wide emerald-eyed gaze.
Istead, he saw a much smaller creature with bright orange fur, black stripes, and a cream-colored crest of fur on its head that matched its fluffy tail and belly. It was a Growlithe! Well that was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and the boy giggled as he reached out and scratched the puppy pokemon behind one of its big orange ears in gratitude. The Growlithe gave an apprecitaive whine, before craning its head to give the boy's hand a gentle lick.
Then, it shocked Brand by opening its mouth and speaking. "Are you okay, master?" The pokemon asked, its green eyes - perfect mirrors to Brand's own - staring up at him with a mixture of love and concern.
The redhead woke up with a jolt, sitting bolt-upright in his bed, tiny fists grasping his covers. For a minute, the six-year-old stared at his blankets in confusion, wondering if that was really a dream; he could still feel where the Growlithe licked him, for Arceus's sake! He didn't have time to ponder the dream for very long, however, as his mother's voice calling him downstairs for breakfast snapped him from his musings after barely a minute.
That morning, as they walked to school, he told his brother about his dream. The older redhead just scoffed at the mention of a talking pokemon, because the very idea was stupid; he told his little brother as much as they stepped through the doors of the school, but though Brand looked down at his shoes sheepishly in embarassment, he refused to believe that his brother was right. The Growlithe had definitely talked, and secretly, he hoped that he would have more dreams with the puppy pokemon at his side.
Luckily for him, the dreams quickly became an every night occurance. Each night, he would close his eyes and fall asleep, only to "wake up" with the Growlithe by his side. Sometimes they would be in places that were familiar to Brand, like the Sprout Tower or the schoolyard, but other times he would appear in strange places that he had never seen before: deep forests, mountain peaks, and even once at the lip of a volcano! It was scary at first, but Brand qucikly got over his fears and embraced his friendship with the Growlithe, and the two had many adventures through the vast wilderness of his dreams every night. In Brand's mind, this more than made up for the fact that his father was so restrictive during the day time, and he began to look forward to his dreams every night the same way he used to wait anxiously for the bell that announced recess at school.
CLAIM;; [b]TALES OF THE ABYSS[/b] • LUKE FON FABRE • brand rainier
HOW DID YOU FIND US?;; Addage
Hiya! My name's CorCor and I play Brand Rainier! I've been derping around on planet Earth for 21 years, and I've been a member of the awesome group of people called roleplayers for 9-ish years! As a member of Hearts and Aura, I promise to make this place awesome and not to give Mariette any headaches, because I could get their banhammer to the face! Most importantly, though, I promise to have fun, because that's what roleplaying is all about, isn't it? ♥