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In My Little White Room Again
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Name: Dr. Otto Burr Gender: Male [icon=male] Age: 46 Height: 6'4" Weight: 190 lbs Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Birth Place: Shimo City, Alternia Region
| [table-class=profile-organizations] [tab-class=profile-info][tabsection][tabs] [tab=Appearance] He was a man hardened by life - mentally, physically, spiritually. The deep contours of his face eluded to years of toil and woe, and of a lifetime of unspoken tragedies. Despite his average age, wisps of gray had begun to leech into a few strands of his otherwise inky-pitch hair, as well as his delicately manicured scruff of a beard. His eyes, as equally dark as an abysmal void, were regularly devoid of any recognizable emotion - he was oftentimes lost in thought, and gave little regard to those around him that he deemed unworthy of his time (which seemed to be the majority of those he met). Owing to a rather severe case of narcissism, the good doctor dressed the part of a man that enjoyed the finer luxuries of life (although this wasn't necessarily the case). His clothing identified him as a man of supposed class, and despite it's general formality he had found no more comfortable garment. There were also two integral items that were always on his person: a road-worn but reliable leather satchel and an elaborately engraved silver flask. [/tab]
[tab=Biography] ACT I There once lived an odd family of three who lived in the snow, bonded over hot cocoa, and found interest in discoveries. - - - - -Now, this family of three was a typical bunch at first glance. The brood consisted of a father, a mother, and their twelve year old son. The father was a gruff, intellectual man with a big puff of hair for a chin, the mother a mundane Mary Sue with a brain for science, and the son an inheritor of them both. They lived in the wilds of Byaku Mountain and studied with a whole slew of other would-be researchers - all of them looking to make a breakthrough, all looking to become famous for their work. It was a strange community, but a community nonetheless. Kept afloat by the prospect of success, the people of this village of scientists were a bunch of busy bees scavenging for honey in all corners of their territory. One day one of the worker bees sounded the alarm and raised a huge ruckus, saying he had found a rare specimen that they all could enjoy poking and prodding for information.  The insects whooped and hollered for joy, exhilarated by this glorious find; in truth, they had been starving for a while now. The aforementioned family of three also played a hand in this seemingly infantile discovery, but they were not the ones who were allowed to examine the plant-like Pokémon that basked in the frigid cold. That gruesome task was left to some other poor soul. After the Snover was well studied and eventually dissected a few days later, another cold night settled over the camp. Unbeknownst to the many researchers, there was trouble over the horizon. Several troubles. They razed the village to the ground.
The snow was awash with red, and smoke coated the sky an inky black. The screams of humans and Pokémon alike was the cadence this army marched to, and they reveled in just how easy their slaughtering had become. Revenge was the name of the game - justice for their lost and tortured child. The murderous clan of Abomasnow were merciless in their gore-laden endeavors. The family of three held no exception over the other damned souls - they scrambled like the rest, looking akin to frail bugs caught in an all-encompassing net. But the father, with his chin hair, and the mother, with her exceptional mind, could only think of one thing: the salvation of their precious child. The child, on the other hand, could only think of the wellbeing of his Colm (Sneasel). He refused to leave the young Pokemon, his only friend in a sea of busy bees, to it's death, and so it was brought as well. Another member added to the family of three. While their comrades were massacred one by one the family of three could only flee, with their son and his burden in tow, to a safe haven known only to them. They ran and ran, using the chaos to their advantage, until they were at the steps of their quaint little home. Luckily, the enraged Abomasnow had yet to reach this quadrant of the compound, and so it remained unharmed - for now. The family of three rushed inside and ambled to the middle of the one room building, then pulled away the rug that covered most of the small area. Underneath was a square door built into the floor, almost undetectable to the naked eye. Hurriedly, in a panic, the husband and wife pair opened the hatch and shoved their child down into the darkness. They severed the bonds with their third member, and had only these words to console him: "We love you, sweetheart." His Mary Sue of a mother had said through a stream of tears.
"Don't leave this spot, son, no matter what. Understand?" His puffy chinned father had said, almost yelling.
And then they closed the hatch on Otto and his Colm.- - - - -His mother and father were killed soon after they stowed him in their makeshift panic room, right on the steps of their quaint little home. - - - - -Otto now travels with Colm forever by his side, the only thing left as a remembrance to that night. He follows what he learned as a child and has become a scientist in his own right, going wherever he so wishes - recently he has decided to abandon his arctic base and move down south, to a warmer climate. The reason why is a mystery; perhaps he just needed a change of pace. ACT II Dr. Burr's travels had taken him to all corners of the Earth, and even beyond. From boyhood he had always had this insatiable wanderlust, and his keenly curious nature and detached personality made for an exceptionally able-bodied adventurer. And adventured he had, especially in the last year or two of his jaunt through the islands of Alternia. One visit of note was to the tiny hamlet of Nogou Village. It’s shoddy, sun-lit forest was as dense and wild as most feral terrain got in these days of technological fulfillment and self-promotional achievement; the deeper reaches of the immense copse had an almost otherworldly feel to it, and what lay beyond this magical line dividing wood from village was a mystery in itself. Otto figured it a decent place to continue his work, and so he had remained there for a few months, hoping his studies would uncover something of merit. What he found of real merit, however, was not anything mystical or otherworldly - it was simply a girl. Kaelyn Crosse had bewitched him with her off-putting, quiet charm, and he had found in the young woman an unlikely camaraderie. Their platonic relationship had probably appeared strange to the passing onlooker, but their brief time traveling together had been (crazily enough) somewhat pleasurable to Dr. Burr. She had been one of the few people he more than simply tolerated in his life. Unfortunately, their paths eventually forked, and both travelers went their separate ways.
After his encounter with Miss Crosse the good doctor felt that his time in the backwoods town of Nogou had come to a close. The thrill and bustle of the city called to him, and so he journeyed to the shores of Southstone, Alternia's scientific hub. There he hoped to find like-minded individuals that, perhaps, catered to a darker sort of research. Whispers and rumors of a not-so secret organization slithered off the tongues of the city's seedy underbelly - somewhere a group existed, dedicated to the act of discovery and the unveiling of the unknown. Scion. To Dr. Burr, who had begun to grow weary of his aimless traveling, the prospect of participating in this organization actually seemed alluring. Odd. Nevertheless, Otto had procured a place of residence while in the city, and had begun to investigate the whereabouts of Scion. But, not being a single-minded man, he'd also made acquaintance with the other well-to-do patrons of Southstone: Dr. Gatsby, Dr. Medico, and the like. He hoped the Scion would surface soon, for his patience was beginning to thin.
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[tab=Personality]LIKES -
- Otto is a complex man, simply put. In his life there are not many things that he can actually say (with a straight face) that he loves, but there are a few choice whimsies that he fancies enough to admit enjoying.
- First and foremost he is a scientist, and we all know what scientists do best: they study, they learn, they achieve. The degree at which they do these key things differs from man to man, but I'll be biased and say that Otto takes his duties to a higher level that even transcends normality. You could say he verges on obsessive, but the one thing that outranks all of his other scholarly tasks is the art of dissection. He's not picky about his subjects, and really any kind of Pokémon will do; with his aging Sneasel's aid it's sure to be an event filled with gore and a lustful sense of intrigue.
- For reasons mentioned in his written history Otto is fond of barren, desolate landscapes which are preferably dressed in an everlasting blanket of snow. Like any stereotyped intellectual he's a recluse and prefers solitude or the company of his Sneasel over the burden other people seem to bring - they interfere with his work and only make nuisances of themselves, from the experiences he has had so far. So, his research team is comprised of he, himself and I.
- I'm sure you've deduced by now the type of Pokémon he's partial to; it should be a simple thing to notice, since the area where he prefers to widdle away his time is a rather distinctive clue. If you've guessed Ice, then you'd be correct.
DISLIKES -
- Otto cannot stand the incompetence of the undereducated. People that are included in this category are: small children, boisterous teenagers, idiotic adults and even some Pokemon. There's a certain level where he draws the line of his scrutiny, but usually he can tell who he will get along with within the first few minutes of their meeting.
- Crowds are another thing he prefers to avoid, hence his chosen lifestyle. It's more of an instinctual discomfort than anything - in the pit of his stomach he begins to feel the juices churning, but he can handle this mild anxiety.
- It's not that he dislikes warmth. Actually, Otto has been to many warmer areas around the world in order to study what those particular regions had to offer. It's just there are usually dense populations of people crowding the hotter territories; they disrupt the natural order of things, blah blah. I suppose you could say he his real problem is with people more than anything.
GOALS -
- His goal is to figure out what his goals are. Right now he's just going where life takes him (which is roaming around some arctic shelf or unknown mountain range), and doesn't have one ideal objective in mind. He knows what he enjoys so all that's left to do now is continue on with that, then maybe some day he'll discover what encompasses all of his likes, i.e. his purpose.
FEARS -
- There isn't much that scares this man, who so much resembles a slab of ice. But, if there could be one thing that did frighten him, it would be the thievery of his work. If his livelihood was taken away from him he would surely break down. But! Because it is unlikely that anyone would be able to unless they:
- a) threw him in a cell for the rest of his life
or
- b) killed him
There isn't much to fear. Sure, death is kind of an inconvenience, but Otto knows it happens and will happen to him. Better to go out doing what you love than anything else.
OTHER -
- I wouldn't peg him as evil, but Otto is as cold as the land he was born in. His intolerance for mistakes and stupidity really limit the pool of people he is able to get along with, though that's not to say he won't act with manners around someone distasteful. Not a rash man at all, the best person I could compare him to is, oh, Hannibal. Their being alike is completely incidental, but just like Dr. Lecter he acts with eloquence and sophistication, yet has an acute interest in the gorier side of life.
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Edited by Crosse, Sep 23 2014, 04:20 PM.
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In My Little White Room Again
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[icon=male] Weavile ( Colm ) [item=poké ball] Level 13 | Item: -- [exp= .5,13] [ability=Pressure] Ice Punch, Scratch, Leer, Taunt, Quick Attack, Feint Attack, Embargo, Revenge, Assurance [/poke-profile]
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[icon=female] Abra ( Ida ) [item=poké ball] Level 10 | Item: [item=twisted spoon] [exp= 3.5,10] [ability=Synchronize] [ability=Inner Focus] Teleport, Energy Ball [/poke-profile]
[poke-profile][pokemon=Gastly]
[icon=male] Gastly ( Cedric ) [item=poké ball] Level 11 | Item: [item=charcoal, true] [exp= 7.9,11] [ability=Levitate] Fire Punch, Hypnosis, Lick, Spite, Mean Look [/poke-profile]
[poke-profile][pokemon=Kangaskhan]
[icon=female] Kangaskhan ( Bertha ) [item=poké ball] Level 9 | Item: -- [exp= 2.9,9] [ability=Early Bird] [ability=Scrappy] Leer, Comet Punch, Fake Out, Water Pulse [/poke-profile]
[poke-profile][pokemon=Aerodactyl]
[icon=male] Aerodactyl ( Atlas ) [item=poké ball] Level 11 | Item: -- [exp= 0,11] [ability=Rock Head] [ability=Pressure] Iron Head, Ice Fang, Fire Fang, Thunder Fang, Wing Attack, Supersonic, Bite, Scary Face, Roar [/poke-profile]
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[icon=female] Espeon ( Eleanor ) [item=poké ball] Level 11 | Item: -- [exp= 0, 11] [ability=Synchronize] Helping Hand, Tackle, Tail Whip, Sand Attack, Confusion [/poke-profile][/tab]
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( Noibat ) [[icon=male] 50% / [icon=female] 50% ] [item=Cherish Ball] Level 1 | Item: -- [exp= 0, 1] [ability=Frisk] [ability=Infiltrator] [egg-hatch=0,15] Switcheroo [/poke-profile]
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Edited by Sen, Nov 6 2014, 04:09 PM.
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