señor trinidad moreno

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TRINIDAD DIMAS MORENO

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NAME
Trinidad Dimas Moreno.

NICKNAMES
None.

AGE
Nineteen.

GENDER
Male.

HOMETOWN
Celadon City

APPEARANCE

Trinidad was certainly gifted with good looks at birth, mostly receiving his beauty from his mother’s side of the family. Most notably her oval-shaped face and angular facial features, adorned with a thin nose and wide-set almond-shapes eyes of caramel. Staying true to his Hispanic heritage, his skin tone is a vibrant copper color, especially prominent when he blushes. As for facial hair, the farthest he will go is having two cat-ear-like patches on either side of his chin. Trinidad’s actual hair touches the back of his shoulders and in the front it slightly branches out and drapes over the left portion of his face. The top of his head is usually concealed by a flat hat that matches his outfits, his most favorite being white with red on the top and black at the back.

When it comes to build, Trinidad is muscular, but not beefy in the slightest. It is more of a subtle athletic form, which is ridiculous considering he hasn’t played a sport in his life. All of his life he’s been told he had the perfect body for sports, but has never been any good at anything. Most of his muscle must pay homage to the laborious work his father has him do at their department store. To amplify with informally modernly sexy suits that fit tightly around what little muscle he has. Bright colors are his favorites, especially whites and blues. Trinidad’s compilation of appearance has won him several hearts in his life; however I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t aware of his effect on women…and a few choice men.

PERSONALITY

Coming from a less than wealthy family, Trinidad is hardly spoiled. Fortunately his humble upbringing had molded him into a kind and courteous young man. His mother instilled strict discipline and manners at a very young age, and had him understand that only hard-work and a good attitude would get him anywhere. As a base, Trinidad is a very intelligent young fellow. Home-schooling has made him fairly well-spoken and thoughtful in what he says, especially about others. Although there was no established religion for him to follow, he verified that one was not necessary to know the difference between what was right and wrong. However, he’s become so well-spoken that he has a tendency to tell little-white lies here and there. People never see it coming because he’s so calm about it that it just runs together with any other fact. Even when he’s not being flirtatious—which is hardly ever, being an involuntary flirter—he loves making people laugh. His most favorite routine is to portray himself as a superhero, even equipped with his own personal mask. It must be admitted that he just loves attention. Hell, he craves it, especially from people he likes.

Unfortunately he’s quick to judge himself and if not administered the correct amount of attention from that special someone, he’ll take it out upon himself. Going as far to say that he was either too ugly, or boring, or even not good enough. Even this is absolutely Ludacris, and he’s well aware of it. It’s a fact that he would probably be treated more like a lowly shop owner if he hadn’t been blessed with such a pretty face. More often than not he’s used his gifted appearance for evil. Trinidad may not have a lot of money, but he’s tricked a fair amount of people into buying him nice things. It’s not his most proud achievement, but it fills in the void of money his parents could never fill. Whenever he was inquired of his new belongings, he’d just say that he did a little side work for someone. In regards to cases in which he is interacting with someone he finds particularly attractive or worth getting to know, he’ll smile a lot more than usual—which is quite often as it is—and play the exact right cards to win him or her over. This is where his cool way of speech comes into handy: not only manipulation, but also to talk his way out of unfavorable situations.

HISTORY

The big city know as Celadon was where the strapping Hispanic was born, however his mother—Isabella Moreno—said that his rich heritage originated from some distant location known as España. Trinidad always thought of this place as an exotic island where people were just as dashing and spontaneous as he was. His father, Miguel, had similar family roots; however it was a completely different Spanish-speaking region. Him and his three other family members—papa, mama, and abuelo (grandpa)—worked daily at the Celadon City Department Store, but held residence in a duplex by the Celadon Game Corner. His parents made a living making Poké Dolls of all sorts for various purposes. Papa Miguel came up with the designs while Mama Bella went to work with the limited resources she had to make the ideas materialize. Trinidad was usually stuck with the tedious and soon-to-be heavy-lifting tasks such as cleaning, restocking, delivering parcels, the works. Abuelo, Isabella’s father, did absolutely nothing. At least, he did nothing positive. All he was good for was gambling and pursuing much younger women.

What’s sad is that he was not even good at either of the two poisonous habits, which explained why he was a ‘broken burro that will never have a woman to call his own’, as Trinidad’s father would kindly put it. It’d gotten to the point where Abuelo even began standing outside the city’s gym, telling any trainer that came by that it was great because there nothing but women inside. Unfortunately his chronic womanizing had a negative impression on Trinidad, who began to pick up the trade of flirting and skirt-chasing. Of course, he soon found he had no distinct preference when it came to gender. He loved all adoration that came his way, or those he had to hunt down. During Trinidad’s little deliveries he would often end up getting a date with the family’s teenaged daughter or son, sparking a relationship that would last a week at most. Papa Miguel was first to catch on and attempt to illustrate the road the boy was heading down. All he really had to do was show him his grandfather asleep on the couch, a porn magazine splayed open upon his chest. Trinidad never thought of getting more physical than kissing and cuddling, you know, the basics. So sexual activity became the least of his worries. Another distinct interest they noticed their son taking up was Pokémon.

As his mother put together the realistic dolls, Trinidad would name every one he knew and would inquire about each one he couldn’t. His only opportunity to leave the city was when he had to make deliveries to distant consumers. However he would take his time and stroll amongst the local Pokémon, taking time out of his compact schedule in order to interact and play with them. This love for them became so prominent that he proposed to his parents that he ensue a wish to be the world’s best trainer in this region newly introduced to Kanto: Nexivus. Initially there were some objections, but they later worked out their differences and allowed their son to pursue his newest goal. “It’s about time we got Abuelo off of his ass to do some work around here. Seems he can put forth some of that energy he has for chasing women towards working,” was his father’s parting words.

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OUT OF CHARACTER
(You do not have to do this section if you have already had a character accepted.)

NAME
Frigid; Fridge; Ody.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?
The admin said in another c-box that Nexivus was open again. <3

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
At first, there was nothing but darkness before Tyson until an eruption of brilliant white light gave birth to a whole new world. The young trainer’s first impression of the arena was that it was far more eccentric than the dust-bowl he had last battled in. The dazzling sun was first to catch his attention, forcing him to squint profusely into the sunshine. After his eyes adjusted to the sun’s onslaught, he made out water…in individual pools. Some deep, some childishly shallow. “Could I swim instead?” wondered Tyson allowed as he examined a nearby pool of crystalline water. Through the abrupt assault of color and light Tyson could make out the sound of splashing. It must’ve been his opponent! With slightly wider eyes he scanned the opposite end of the arena. Sure enough there stood three figures. Well, only one standing; the other two were wallowing about in a kiddy pool. The…Flaaffy and…Seel were happily plopping about, as if they’d completely forgotten about their ensuing battle. Tyson couldn’t help but feel a stab of guilt at the sight of the Seel.

It reminded him profusely of his own, Floe. However, he’d given it to a strange—and he means strange—woman named… “Oh God, what was her name?” Tyson rubbed at his chin, but lost focus on this question as he realized who his adversary was. The woman! Tyson smiled, but it soon melted away. If she was who he thought she was, then that means that the Seel was Floe! Tyson gnawed on his lower lip, considering throwing the match for her. The poor ditz, she’s probably not even worried about what’s to happen. But then again, how would she ever get any stronger if she was never pushed to her limit. Attempting to seek consolation in this one fact, the boy nodded in the woman’s direction and replaced his smile. “Hey… Frizzy! Fancy meeting you here! I hope you’re being kind to Floe! Anyhow, ready to get things going?” Rolling along Tyson drew two of his own Poké Balls, only to send them out towards the beating sun. With a crack of crimson light two forms appeared. The first a pink, snobbish dog and the other an overgrown turtle upon its hind legs.

Tyson’s Snubbull and Wartortle was an odd match indeed, but it would be intriguing to see how the two cooperated. And partially because he wanted to try out his newly acquired water type, Cocaine. Missy took only a second to take in her surroundings before crossing her stubby arms and looking away in disgust. “Snub.” So she failed to notice Cocaine sneak up behind and give her a swift shove into the nearest pool. The poor pooch squealed involuntarily before tumbling head first into the water, which seemed miles deep in contrast to her proportion. Tyson yelped before rushing forward to rescue his princess while Cocaine sniggered from the side line. After being fished out, Missy coughed and sputtered before spitting the remainder of the water at her supposed ‘partner’. The Wartortle failed to see any insult to this, being water type and all, which only further irritated her. “None of that, Cocaine,” scolded Tyson, throwing in a wagging finger, “we’re here to win, but most importantly, be nice.” Looking away from the naughty turtle, Tyson hollered, “You can start, Frizz! Get in to place guys.” Grudgingly, Cocaine sidled next to Missy, at least attempting to appear obedient.

[KITTYWHISKERS]

<sub>Haha, I love that Abuelo is the pervy old guy outside Celadon gym! Made me giggle. :)

ACCEPTED!
Now you can go to NCN, the Lab and claim a pokemon in the Opening Promo! :D</sub>