Flint's bringin' awesome back (among other things)

[nickbo]

My Parents call me..

Pfft, why would you want to know that? I'd slaughter you if you actually called me Oba Bakuha. Ahah, just kiddin'; I can imagine the look on your face. You totally thought I was serious.
But yeah, call me that and you're dead.

My Friends call me..

Now you're getting somewhere! This is a proper introduction; yo, the name's Flint for friends and... Pretty much anyone! I presume it's 'cause like a spark of life I can set a light inspiration into the hearts of many! Oho, I kid I kid; I prefer my challenges to give me life instead. Anyway, just call me Flint. I share a variety of names with Volky though 'cause we're awesome like that!

I'm not an it! I'm a..

Male of course! Only a man of true soul and spirit would be able to pull off such stunning, wondrous hair! Could you not tell? Though I'm pretty sure I'd make a hell of a foxy woman, right? I would bring the afro back into style baby.

I am a...

What, don't you recognize this stunning face? Or at least the 'fro, that's the most distinctive but I'm pretty sure my sexiness should at least ring a bell or two or ring other things if y'know what I mean. Flint of the Elite Four at your service babe! So that means trainer and fire master pretty much. Yeah, sometimes I wonder how some one can get so wondrous.

I don't need wrinkle cream! I'm..

Don't worry about my age, it's not important! I'm young and dashing, right; is that not enough for you people? What matters is your age however!

I mean, I've gotta know if you're legal or not. The only people who ever really challenge the Sinnoh league once in a while are over-confident, smug little boys. They barely get past Aaron or Bertha in the first place. I need to face more pretty trainers so I can have a challenge of desire and lust as well as a battle of soul!

Do you think I need a diet?

I-... I have been putting on a few a few pounds recently. Actually I lie of course; I would never diet even if faced with death. Food is all that is wondrous in the world.

Sure, it'd be noticeable if I got a little chubby in my yellow shirt though. I'd have to get rid of it. And... I-I swear my appearance wouldn't be complete without that vivid shirt. I prefer being vivacious as my red afro would suggest.

Yeah, maybe it's a little unusual. But, hey, all those other Elite Four members lack style right? I make up for their permanent sticks-shoved-up-their-asses attitude and fashion with my absurdly handsome good looks and such. The 'fro attracts all the ladies too y'know; one hundred percent natural. I swear I was totally born with it. Yup. Popped right out of the womb with a head fulla red hair.

My emotional disposition?

Jeez, that's a little fancy. Someone's getting a bit flirty with the vocabulary I see.

Eh, so do I need a thesaurus or something for this? A word to describe me... 'Fun'! The most basic three letter ever and I feel like some sort of toddler now. But I consider myself generally a 'fun' person; lively I guess? Hah, I'd need a rambunctious personality to match this hair otherwise I'd be letting it down. I tend to view myself as the far more lively and friendly side to the Elite Four as well as the sexy part too.

I get really excited when... Well, something exciting happens. Like a challenge; I'll get all riled up then. I mean who doesn't like them? Apparently this makes me act childish but those are grown-ups who just like to spoil the fun. Don't listen to them!

Things that are Groovy:

[li]Me of course. Come on, don't deny it. Groovy reminds me of a wonderful time of when my hair was everywhere and the world was at peace. It didn't last long however 'til hats came into fashion. I mean, seriously little trainers, get afro's like me! You could catch your pokemon in your hair
[/li][li]Fire-types. Come on, everyone's a little pyro inside.
[/li][li]Afros. You saw that coming didn't you? Well, where else would I categorize such awesome!
[/li][li]Companions are the best. Partly because as you grow older as a trainer the others become far more pretentious and arrogant, worried about the 'state of the world' and silly things like that. It's nice to have some friends to talk to without getting 'THE FATE OF THE WORLD' shebang. A few of the gym leaders are pretty 'groovy' but Volkner's the grooviest at all! He understands the need for challenges.
[/li][li]Babes. Don't tell Cynthia I said this though. She keeps on trying to sue me for sexual harassment..[/li][/ul]

Things that aren't so Groovy:

[li]Sore losers. One should take a loss with grace and defeat. Enjoy the challenger while it lasted. All those cliches.
[/li][li]People attacking me with brushes. I fear it. One a brush gets stuck in my beautiful hair it will never come back, a truly tragic event.
[/li][li]Some woman, who perhaps do not appreciate my appreciation of their looks, take to abusing my beautiful face; why would they?[/li][/ul]

But..I'm afraid!

Of your face! Well, kidding really; I'm sure your face is dashing babe and there's not really much I find fearful? Just... Brushes. Brushesbrushesbrushes. I swear they should been banned and all hair should be allowed to grow free and wild!

Plus... Cynthia is scary when she's angry.

I like to...

Do anything remotely fun. Seriously, if it's exciting I'll be there. I also enjoy goofing off Elite Four duties slightly but that's because there are practically none nowadays. Sinnoh's too peaceful.

My reason?

Do I need one? Well, there wasn't a particular reason in the first place admittedly. Some people go through life with clear goals but I didn't have one. I just loved challenges and... Well, excelled. After all, only I could excel so amazingly.

Mandatory Angst:

The day I angst would be the day I dye my 'fro black and change my wondrous yellow shirt to a dart purple. Though I'd be able to pull the look off it's certainly not going to happen.

I had a pretty unusual if not cheerful past anyway. I was born to a, shock horror, traditional family. People are usually surprised. There isn't a great divide between my remaining family and what I am now; people barely make a connection that I didn't just spawn rather then being born. I grew up in rather unknown part of Sinnoh but know it's an Island knew for it's Battle tower. Back when I was younger, however, it was rather empty. That meant I could just sort of leap everywhere with my little brother.

Including Stark Mountain. That place was apparently 'dangerous'. Hah, apart from a few broken limbs I never got into any 'danger'. I 'pose that's where the fire influence came in and soon enough I was on a journey with my very own pokemon. I've gone quite far from then I'd like to think.

Yup, Elite Four now. I'm surprised myself the way I've come. Partly because unlike a lot of trainers I know I don't particularly have a goal. Some trainers earn to be the best, others prefer just to regulate pokemon. I just like the challenges I suppose. I'm not in it for the fame, glory or money. Just for the challenges.

And maybe the babes too.

Oh and by the way...

I don't particularly like children. Well, arrogant little trainers who attempt to battle you anyway.

I'm just a proxy for.. Nickbo.

Here's some of their writing!

She looked surprised.

Of course, the startled expression certainly didn't take away from her looks. Perhaps she hadn't witnessed hair so amazing, or perhaps she hadn't met someone so stunning. Or maybe she just didn't recognize him and only saw him as a crazed man with a giant red afro.

Scratch that. He was certainly not crazed. And 'a giant red afro' sounded so... Derogatory. He was pretty sure she was admiring it with her widened eyes, although she did seem a little startled as he waggled her eyebrows.

“Hey, how you doin'?” he could only grin and leaned forward, resting his face on his palm as his elbow balanced on the table,” I mean, I didn't know pretty girls like you worked in marts...”

He trailed off, hoping for her to elaborate at least a little. She did not seem to want to; rather she insisted on making a startled sound and seemed to think she had to back into the shelf.

“E-excuse me...” she spluttered practically and he could only presume that it was because she was getting so flustered over his beauty,” Du-do you need something?”

“You, of course.”

He laughed joyously at the end of his statement, attempting to lighten up the rather horrified expression on her face and the tension. This only worsened it. Usually this sort of thing worked. In Sinnoh it would but in Kanto he wasn't entirely sure. After all, he was here on a journey. Somewhere where this person clearly didn't recognize him. Her cornered-animal slouch was getting to him and made him feel like a sexual predator slightly.

“I-I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave!” she managed to say, gaining confidence as she gripped whatever it was she had attempted to stack on the shelf only moments ago. Oh God. He really did seem suspicious, he realized, in a nation which managed not to recognize him.

“Woah, woah! D'ya know who I am!?” he ended up yelling out. There was the most unpleasant sound of his shoes scraping against the sterilized, tiled flooring of the Pokemart. Something he'd only decided to do for only a few minutes as to stock up on the regular trainer equipment since he was travelling the same as some of the young 'uns). Yes, such beauty as him had decided to grace the world although the employee did not think the same.

She did pause in her violent hitting though to consider his figure, something he was entirely thankful for. This gave him a few extra seconds of no pain as he could feel her watchful, suspicious eyes trail him up at down. Of course, there was generally the super sexy body she glanced over, clad over in the vivid yellow shirt and mere trousers. The girl, however, kept on glancing up to his hair with worry.

D-did she have to? He loved his hair yet he feel incriminated by her disturbed glances.

“Don't you recognize me as Flint?” he grinned vivaciously after a few seconds of her not replying,” Elite Four of Sinnoh? The sexy one.”

'The Sexy One' caused her to raise her idea of preferred item of bludgeoning but she paused. Perhaps recognizing his title he let his guard down for a few seconds. Happiness spread across her face slightly and the beautiful girl's joy could only be compared to a pure angel's--.

“You know Lucian then?” she cried out in a slight squeal.

That was like a bullet through his heart and the only sound that commenced out of Flint's throat was the sound of his ego dying (which come out in slight whimpers) and the collision of the girl's bludgeoning tool against his head. Or hair correctly.

It bounced off his hair however. The man could only thank his hair for being delightfully sound and compact though another sound of despair escaped him as he saw the hand threateningly raised in order to slap.

Really, he got enough of that in Sinnoh.

[Cassie]

Accepted!

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Nickbo, Flint is awesome! You must release him onto Kanto at once, or I'll set an angry Cynthia on you! [/center]

[havoc]

Nickbo has voiced her views on this character, and has informed that she no longer wishes to roleplay Flint. I am moving him to the graveyard, and anyone is free to apply for him.