Do not bash it with a rock
Do not bash it with a rock
Somebody Told Me by The Killers
Robin had gotten bored of channel flipping.
"I'm going downstairs," he told Alec who was immersed in building a Card House. Alec nodded to show that he heard.
Name: Nico Narci
Age (can be an average): 15
Group: Group C
Appearance: Sandy colored hair with some of it covering his right eye. Blue eyes and wears a black long sleeve turtleneck and dark blue jeans. He carries around a shoulder strap backpack and wears boots. Wears a scarf around his neck and a beanie hat.
Future Starter: Zigzagoon
Info (I would rather you not include back story, I want your group members to figure it out on their own): Born in Lilycove City where he lived until he moved recently to Littleroot. Likes to be outdoors instead of inside (if it isn't freezing outside). Likes to watch Contests.
Strengths and Weaknesses (So we don't have any godly characters, I am forcing your character to have flaws!): Vain when it comes to his appearance and his Pokemon's appearance (
I'm totally playing a narcisist), likely to be distracted by shiny things or a mirror, terrified of Dragon types (unless it's their first stage only like Bagon or Dratini for example), does not like the cold at all as he tends to get cold easily, does not get winded easily when doing exercise, tends to panic easily, Very good at grooming Pokemon and growing plants
"Yeah, I guess they did," said Robin. He picked up another Casteliacone and ate it.
The Bifrost landed in a hidden location. The one that they usually used to land as they couldn't just land in the normal government regulated spot.
"Talis, please tell the crew that I'll be in the nearby town and that they need to check the engines and all that," Shira gave a wave of his hand.
Shira pulled on his new cloak and pulled up the hood. While his species could breath on land, they liked to cover their faces and skin. A cloak wouldn't be too out of place for him to wear.
He exited the spacecraft and walked to the nearby town, confident that he could take care of himself. He walked towards the nearest bar when he entered the town, eager to pick up on the local gossip.
"Nothing much. Would you like a Casteliacone?" Robin had a few on the table. He grabbed one and offered it to Brighton.
No thanks. Don't want to die.
Robin, having gotten bored of cards, turns on the television set. He catches the last part of the news rerun.
"I'm surprised they didn't notice you, Ali. You were a werewolf for some time," Robin was relieved.
"Please stop with your nicknames. None of them are going to catch on," Alec said as he crossed his arms.