Rowan Fowler

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . I want to live, like there's no tomorrow, Love, like I'm on borrowed time! Name: Rowan Alexander Fowler Nickname: TBD via RP Gender: Male Age: Seventeen Home Region: Kanto Class: Trainer Position: None at the moment Description: Physical :: Rowan is tall, standing around 6'1". He has eyes of deep sapphire which glow with a blue light when he uses his psychic powers, though this varies depending on the difficulty of what he is doing with them. His build is average, but on the skinnier side since he has spent his life strengthening his mind instead of his body. He does have some muscle though, as he was the one who had volunteered to take care of the Pokemon at the gym. He has shoulder-length blonde hair which falls just beyond his shoulders. Clothing :: Generally, you will find him wearing a pair of red hi-tops, a pair of rock-washed jeans, and a v-neck t-shirt. He also dons a hooded cloak on occasion, usually when cold, when in rain, or traveling at night. Another staple accessory is the leather strip he uses when he pulls his hair back. Abilities: Telekinesis: Rowan can move things with his mind. Telepathy: Rowan can communicate with his pokemon without words (doesn't work on people). Sensing: Rowan can sense the presence of nearby people and pokemon (sort of like a psychic Silph Scope). Personality: Rowan is a very caring person due to his early childhood and close bonds formed with people and Pokemon throughout his years at the gym. He often is very observant as well, taking in many details about his surroundings. He is loyal to the end and places extreme value on honesty and integrity. He hates it when people treat their Pokemon harshly and will do what he can to stop their suffering. He is friendly and relatively easygoing, but does not shirk off work, rather takes responsibility for his actions. Starting Pokemon and Moves: Spectre: (Male Gastly) Slot 1 - Lick (base) Slot 2 - Hypnosis (base) Slot 3 - Psychic (history) Slot 4 - Aqua: (Female Squirtle) Slot 1 - Tackle (base) Slot 2 - Tail Whip (base) Slot 3 - Scald (egg move) Slot 4 - History: Rowan grew up very differently from other children in the Kanto region. His parents were the assistants of Mr. Fuji, and they worked in the Pokemon Tower in Lavender Town. Because of his parents' close involvement with the tower and its denizens, Rowan became acquainted with ghost type Pokemon from a very early age, his mother's Mismagius even helping to babysit on occasion. He felt at home in the tower, amongst all of the ghosts, but he didn't know why until the week following his fifth birthday... He had gone into the tower that day to play with the Gastly that he had befriended several weeks before, and it was only a short while after he entered, that a Gengar was angered. He and the Gastly were playing in the Purified Zone when the door suddenly burst open, the angry Pokemon attacking mourners and workers alike. Tombstones shattered as it ravaged the tower it seeming especially vicious to the five year old. Whimpering quietly, he ducked behind one of the nearby tombstones, hoping against hope that the Gengar would leave and stop breaking his home. He barely had time to even register what was happening as it leaped in front of him, gnashing its large teeth and screaming its name. He felt his shirt constrict as it picked him up, his taunting voice sending chills down his spine. He began to kick and scream, but the Pokemon just laughed... until the small, golf-ball sized rock slammed into his head, cutting off the chilling laughter. Rowan didn't know it at first, but his eyes had been glowing a bright blue as he screamed and it was HE who had thrown the rock. As he hit the ground, the Gastly Rowan was with popped out of the ground and caused it to freeze in fear for a moment. One moment was all that was needed though, as a Rainbow-colored beam flew from behind Rowan and slammed into the Gengar, knocking it out. He turned, tears in his eyes and blood running down his cheek in search of his savior, when he saw her, Maggie, his mother's Mismagius. She was flying toward him now, shouting variations of her name, but there was also a buzzing in his mind, it didn't hurt, but it was annoying. It grew as she neared and when he concentrated on it, he heard her... not her name, but words. "It's okay, young one... it's gone now... Mistress will be here soon... He won't hurt you now..." She hugged him and whispered her name over and over, comforting him both in his mind and with whispers. In the days following the attack several things happened, only one of which was the strange things around him, like the picture book scooting a few inches toward him as he reached for it, and suddenly being more aware of people and Pokemon in the room with him. He went to his mother, an excited look on his healing face as he told her what he had discovered. She was incredulous at first, simply thinking it was a fantastical story of some sort that he had made up from the trauma of it all, but a voice behind her banished that rather quickly. It was a woman, and her voice was much older than she appeared, "Psychic power isn't something that only a few people have. Everyone has psychic power. People just don't realize it. I have had psychic powers since I was a child. It started when a spoon I carelessly tossed, bent."* She said, several pebbles lifting from the ground and moving in a small, spherical pattern over her palm. Rowan's eyes had sparkled in wonder for the next several minutes, as the woman who had revealed herself to be Saffron Gym Leader Sabrina, told his mother of program the Gym had for young Psychics. They would be taught to strengthen and control their powers along with some basic battling skills. He thought it sounded amazing, though he was a bit scared of having to live at the Gym. Upon his mother's offer of a Pokegear to keep in touch and the promise that they would come visit however, he happily accepted the gym leader's offer and it was decided that he would travel to the gym the next month. The next five years went by, some slowly, some quickly. He was thriving at the gym, and his powers were developing nicely. it was on his tenth birthday that his parents showed up at the gym with enormous grins on their faces, but they were apparently present-less. He hugged them as they came in, and as he did, he noticed a third, distantly familiar presence. His face lit up as the Gastly he had played with as a toddler shimmered into view beside his parents, saying its name over and over, he was to stay and be Rowan's first Pokemon! His parent's laughed at the look on his face as the ghost appeared before handing him the poke-ball they had used to bring him. Rowan's training for the next few years consisted not only of mastering himself, but also learning how to battle with Pokemon. He didn't battle much, but he learned the mechanics behind it and observed that raw power was not the only factor. While ghost and psychic types could decimate the battlefield with raw strength, they could also be masters of deceit and strategy, something Rowan believed was brilliant. He was also excited to discover one day when battling, that because of his being surrounded by the constant thrums of psychic energy, his Gastly had learned to manipulate psychic energy as well! The next year, it was time for his graduation. He had been in the Saffron Psychic Program for ten years and had a good handle on his powers, the daily exercises and meditation having developed them and given him control. He was no Psychic master, but no longer was he a child who sent rocks randomly hurtling. He could contain himself and use his powers, furthering his ability through private study. In recognition of his achievement, Sabrina presented him, along with the other two graduates that year, with a TM containing Psychic and a certificate of graduation from the Saffron Psychic Program. He returned to the Pokemon Tower for a time, but was restless. He had spent his entire life there and at the Gym in Saffron. He wanted more! He wanted an adventure! After a few days of contemplation, he spoke to his parents of his plans to travel and challenge the gym circuit. He traveled to Palett Town via Pidgeot express to obtain his first Pokemon and a pokedex from the regional professor, Professor Samuel Oak... *Quotes are from Sabrina in FR/LG. RP Experience: Several years. I am an admin of one site and creator of another, and am a member of another still. I specialize in Pokemon and Harry Potter. RP Sample: The Aide had brought him as far as Viridian Forest, but apparently could bring him no further. Professor Oak had not had any more Pokemon to give away, and once he heard Tristen's dilemma, offered to help out by giving him a few extra supplies and sending his aide with him to give him a leg up and get him to the forest's edge by nightfall. As he made his way into the forest, he followed the river, using the reflected light of the moon to guide him. He could see fairly well since the moon was full tonight and was making good progress using both the river and the new Poke'gear he had been given... until the river started to turn away and he lost his magnified lighting. He heard various things as he made his way away from the slowly meandering river, Zubats screeching the the night, the dulled buzzing of sleeping bug Pokemon, and even a few resting coos of Pidgey, a common sight on the skyscrapers of Saffron City. It was the cackling and wicked-sounding laughing, the signature of Ghost Pokemon that got his attention however, and he immediately headed toward it. Something about it was off though, it didn't sound like the happy pranking laugh of the ghosts at the tower, this was harsher... evil even. He tromped through the brush, eventually stepping out of his robes and continuing on dressed in only a tank top and the trousers he was wearing under them. After only a few more feet he came to a clearing and what he saw disgusted him. There were several Gastly, which he had suspected, but what was wrong was what they were doing... Another Gastly, different from the others sat in the middle, being ridiculed and tormented for his shining blue hue. He was truly beautiful, but the others didn't seem to think so. He could pick up a few things, scattered insults and the like. Even though he had spent more time with Ghost Types, their words were less... refined than those of Psychic types, particularly lower stages of evolution. It was when he saw what seemed to be the leader charging up a Shadow Ball attack that he made his decision. He leaped into the circle as soon as the Gastly fired the attack, but it had stopped. Using his powers that he had trained at the Saffron Gym and at the Pokemon Tower, Tristen grabbed hold of the attack with his mind, and sent it barreling back into the Gastly who fired it, knocking him out cold. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" he shouted, both out loud and into their minds. The other Gastly looked on in anger for a moment at his sudden intrusion, but upon seeing their leader's attack being turned on him like that and taken out, decided as a whole that Tristen was too powerful for them to take on; the fact that he had shouted in their minds doing nothing but help that decision along. Muttering curses, they surrounded their leader and carried him away, vanishing into fog... Little did they know how much that action had taxed his abilities... The shiny Gastly simply looked at Tristen, as if he were fearing him doing the same thing to him, but then he began to cry, large comical streams of tears flying from his face. Small arms of bright blue gas sprouted from the ghost-ball and wrapped around Tristen who stood there and let the ghost let out the emotions and speak to him. He kept repeating variations of his name out loud, but Tristen knew what he was saying because of the telepathic link. It was as he expected. He was different, so they had attempted several times to cast him out. He had refused to move on, so they had brought him out here to teach him a lesson, and to make him move on... What happened next though, was not something Tristen expected. The Gastly wanted to come with him! He was practically begging, using the argument not only that he had saved him, but also that they were both different and that they should stick together, but Tristen didn't even have to be asked twice. He had wanted a Pokemon, that was the whole reason he was not in Lavender town in the first place. The fact that the first one he was getting was not only going to be a ghost type, but such a beautifully unique one was almost too much to believe! "Yes! Of course you can come with me, Gastly! I'd love to be your trainer! I'm sure that working together, we could even win the Kanto Grand Festival!" "Gastly Gas Gastly!" The Pokemon cried in jubilation and as Tristen held up an empty poke-ball and flew toward it as fast as he could, happy to find acceptance and friendship in what up until now had proved to be a cruel and unforgiving world... "Gastly, come on out!" Tristen laughed as he tossed the poke-ball into the air after the final ping had sounded, signifying his successful 'capture'. There was a loud *pop* and a brilliant white flash as the Gastly appeared, his blue gas shining in the night. The happy ghost circled him several times before making the gaseous arms and hugging him again, still muttering about not believing his luck. "I'm happy you're coming, too Gastly! Say! You need a name, don't you? How about... Spectre?! Do you like that one?" A great, big, sloppy lick affirmed that the Gastly did indeed like his new name, and he once more shed some tears before flying circles 'round Tristen's head. "Well, come on then, you silly ghost. We've got some training and traveling to do!" 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