Alexander Z. Stone

["Z"]

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Alexander Z. Stone

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NAME
Alexander Zola Stone

NICKNAMES
Alex, Vigilante Z, or just "Z"

AGE
21

GENDER
Male

HOMETOWN
Oxgate City

APPEARANCE

Standing at a solid six feet at 130 pounds, he has sort of a sturdy frame. His grey eyes are hidden behind silvery shades with a scar exposed from behind them, as a result from a rogue Pokemon attack. His hair is also silver in color, covering one eye. He has decent complexion, which fits well with his attire.

His attire is a dark red conglomerate of a coat that maintains body temperature in any sort of climate, red pants with a black belt around his waist and down around his thigh. The coat basically acts as an inventory, along with the belt, what with the many pockets and all. He wears black boots that is prepared for smooth and uneven surfaces, and he wears thin, red protective gloves. All in all, he's ready for almost anything.

He stands almost like nobility, head held high. He even has the deep voice for it, even though he doesn't talk much. The way he walks displays a subtle grace, showing that he is light on his feet. He is used to walking and running in a crowd and around sharp corners, so he can easily maneuver through people or thick forests. He's also very good at keeping his balance, which helps a lot. His tactics can attract unwanted attention, so quick escapes are always handy

PERSONALITY

Not exactly the warm and fuzzy type, Alex is the generic "Quiet Type" that seems cold at first. But when you actually get to know him, well... nothing would change. That doesn't mean he won't talk, though. He will toss in input whenever the need arises. More often than not, he's an observer and a keen analyst, keeping a close eye on detail and patterns. He is usually well mannered, not stepping on anyone's toes until he starts doing his... job.

When he does what he has set off to do, nothing but his own reason drives him. Morality is practically thrown out the window, since such a distraction can mean life or death. The thing is, he takes his drive very seriously, and wouldn't hesitate to overkill or drag out a battle in order to fulfill his desire for vengeance. So all in all, he can be pretty cruel when he wants to be. But to him, it is all for the greater good.

His social skills are very high tier, which contradicts his personal nature. But should the need arise, he can be a very logical conversationalist, putting a practical twist on some topics. This allows him to gather information and tell when somebody is lying to his face, especially with his attention to detail.

Just because he hunts down certain Pokemon to kill them in cold blood, it doesn't exactly mean he hates Pokemon. No, he actually a lot of respect for Pokemon, as a result of his father's influence. He would care for injured Pokemon like they were his only friends on Earth. Which makes it that much more difficult when he goes to put a tainted Pokemon out of its misery. Unfortunately, doing this can make him turn grim or depressed. But after awhile, he picks himself up and continues on his merry way.

HISTORY

"Z" used to be sort of a carefree fellow, living life to his fullest and using a silver tongue to get his way or talk himself out of a fight that he was most likely going to lose. He had lived with his only parent, a mother that had always taken care of him. His father was a Pokemon Ranger, and wasn't around due to his honorable mission to protect Pokemon from this who would do wrong to Pokemon and their environments.

One fateful night, however, his homestead was attacked. Bandits? Terrorists perhaps? No, it seemed to be much worse. Pokemon had knocked down the front door and they seemed rabid. Wicked gleams of hatred seemed to seep from their eyes, and they had the look of roadkill come for revenge. Yes, it was a truly frightful site... and the worse was yet to come.

The house the Stone family was living in was burned to the ground, Alex staring in shock at the horrid spectacle. His mother never made it out, and his father was nowhere to be seen. Pokemon killed his mother... No! No, those were not Pokemon! They were nothing but monsters! It was from that point on that Alex would travel the world for these corrupted creatures and wipe them from existence, on a bloodied path, if it were necessary, as Vigilante Z!

So he grabbed his gear: a coat, shades, gloves and boots, and headed out in loving memory of his mother away from the shimmering lights of Oxgate City to travel the world and take revenge. He had no way of fighting other than with his fists. He'd attack any Pokemon that appeared sick. Essentially, he had become the antithesis to his father. The son of a Pokemon Ranger is a Pokemon exterminator. But this wouldn't do. He needed to fight Pokemon with Pokemon. And so he was on his way to Featherwing, in the hopes of acquiring a traveling companion who can help Z in his crusade to cleanse the world of the corruption that is "The Darkness."

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OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME
You may call me Neil, Alex, Zola, whatever. Even "that guy."

HOW DID YOU FIND US?
I am an admin in a Bioshock! rp that had this site advertised.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Taken from a Kingdom Hearts rp.

Hexirt was wandering the World That Never Was, wondering to himself the usual. Nothing. He couldn't think. There was nothing to think about. All of the madness and chaos in the Organization was hardy worth his attention. What could he do? It's not like he had anything to contribute to the group. "Why am I here?" He wanders and finds his way to Memory Skyscraper. It's many screens were doing there thing, displaying various images that were memories. Perhaps they belonged to the other members? He walked to the building, but then something odd happened.

The screens suddenly went to snow. Thousands of black and white dots littered the screens in a flurry of static. What Hexirt gazed at the skyscraper in sadness. What kind of Nobody was he? Memories were the only thing Nobodies had, but Hexirt had nothing. In the screens, an image began to appear. It dimmed as a set of yellow eyes appeared, and it was as if they were gazing right back. A subtle roar echoed into Hexirt's mind, and he quickly places his hands over his ears, turning away from the eyes. The screens went back to snow...

[| odysseus]

I'm so glad to see you complete your bio so quickly, Zol! To be honest I've been waiting to read it for a while now. But anyway, from a quick glance I can say that the appearance and personality will have to be extended a little bit. I noticed you didn't really go into detail about Alexander's facial features. For your personality you could try and explain how he interacts with Pokemon and his relationship with them. Y'know, add substance! Once finished you can be accepted.

[| odysseus]

Much better. Accepted.