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Erik "Pills" Thompson; Female Murkrow
Topic Started: May 2 2009, 10:00 PM (47 Views)
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Name: Erik "Pills" Thompson
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Profession*: N/A

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Pills is moderately short, standing at an even 5'7", and he weighs in at around 150 lbs., perhaps slightly less. He is also lightly flabby, having a significant lack of muscle mass, but not considerably so, as a couple of ribs are visible in even a relaxed position. Furthermore, he has an unhealthy posture from recurring back problems throughout his life.

A scanty amount of facial hair is often present on his upper lip and chin, unable to grow much fuller of a beard while too lazy and/or forgetful to rhythmically shave. This, in turn, gives him an unintentionally nomadic complexion. Additionally, Pills' eyes are naturally a rich brown, but from a steady overindulgence of opium earlier in his life, they are tainted with a pale orange-yellow hue. He is also viewed as sleep-deprived because of droopy, bagged lids and seemingly apathetic expression.

Personal hygiene is at an evident loss. His inky black curls are weighed down into depleted waves from grease and pimples are found from time to time on his back and sometimes, though rarely, his chin. He may bathe every two to three days, but not very thoroughly.

History: I don't fully recall my early childhood. I can't even really remember my parents besides photographs, haha... I was raised by Tom-- my uncle-- until I was, what, 16? Yeah, something like that. He was one of those live and let live kinda guys, real beatnik-y, which pretty much any given kid would ask for at the time. It was an incognito sort of deal. We lived in moderate seclusion in the city. I'd wander off every now and then, though, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes a couple days, but Old Tommy trusted me enough on my own beginning even before my teens, I'm pretty sure. I look back and know the freedom was absolutely astounding, but it's sad. The scummy place I grew up in threw out tons of bullshit, and... well, I don't want to get into detail, but it made me bitter. There were the elite and the poor, with very little middle ground that I could perceive. It all turned me into a pretty hardcore cynic, to be honest.

Of course, I would have to burst some time. I finally vented to Tom when I was maybe 14, and that's when he introduced me to all of these fancy drugs he had stashed away. I stuck to cigarettes and opium, almost at a constant high, which at least made me feel better. The down side was that it clashed horribly with my medication. Headaches and back pains were awful since I was just a little kid, and it's actually how I got the nickname. No one calls me Erik anymore that I know of.

Anyway, all of it was unbelievably bad for me, especially because of the meds. I'm almost positive Tom knew that, even though I never told him. He just seemed to figure those kinds of problems out.

Yet, I stayed on them so that I could feel better about the world around me. Then, there was heart failure, and... yeah. He didn't make it. Kurtwood, his brother, figured out eventually. He took me in, since I was only 16, and he thought it was best. I'd like to say he was a decent man, but... I really don't know anymore. I got off the drugs because I knew I was killing myself with it and I just couldn't afford it anymore.

Now, back to Kurt. He smoked a lot, and always had enough vodka stored to intoxicate a rhino. I know he cared about me, and I cared about him, too, but it's really hard to think that way now. He did some bad shit to both me and himself, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I upped my med intake to try and make it better, but that only affected anything for a few months. I dealt with everything for more than 10 years... I guess he just didn't want to let me go. I had to leave, though, and so I did. I went to Kijutsu with as much as I could hold in a backpack.

I suppose it was for nostalgia's sake; I don't like the city, but what can you do? Never really got a place, but that's why I'm beginning to travel. Raising Pokemon wasn't big to me before, but I found this Murkrow chick and couldn't let her go. I like to think of it as motivation. I got myself some gear and Pokemon chow, and here I am.

Personality*: I am tired and can't do this, sorry

Starting Pokemon: :murkrow :female
Nickname*: Evelyn
Differences*: N/A

Starting Town: Kijutsu City
Poketech Color: Black
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