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Post by Lionel Scott on Jan 28, 2020 13:54:45 GMT
Lionel Scott
Age 38 Birthday June 15th, 1981 Gender Male Pronouns He/Him Orientation Bisexual ( ♀ leaning ) Faction League Class Trainer Rank New Trainer Occupation Retired Police Officer Hometown New Tork City, Unova Current Residence Plum City | Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself? Sat uncomfortably at the interview desk, shuffling through a folder of documents he'd deemed 'important' to his interview (though whether or not they were was certainly up for interpretation,) the too-large man sniffs awkwardly, and seems, at first, at a loss for words. Of course, he finds himself quickly, and in a gruff voice begins to answer the question that was, from his perspective, too broad. "I'd describe myself as driven, and goal-oriented. Whatever's put in front of me, I get it done. I get it done as quickly as I can, for that matter." Why was he answering this like he was applying for a job as an officer, again? This wasn't anywhere near as serious. "I'm... uh, I'm quick on my feet. Or, I think quick on my feet, I guess." Lionel chuckles wryly, patting his leg that he'd hobbled in on in the first place. "You spend enough time on the force, and you start to recognize what it is you're doing, and what needs to get done when it's gotta get done, pretty damn quick." Reaching for a coffee, since cooled, he sips from it with a faint grimace. "I'd like to think I'm a good person, too. Plenty folk say what they want about Law Enforcement, but I did my damnedest for people." Why are you interested in the class you've chosen? "I can't be a Ranger. The told me no on account of my leg. I don't blame 'em, though. I'm just not as fast as I used to be." Clearing his throat, he supposes that's not a good enough answer, and decides to try and elaborate, or say something else. "I've always been a trainer, I guess. From my first Pokemon when I was a kid, to looking after my Arcanine in the force, I know what it takes to look after my team, my partners. The guys at my precinct, you know, they told me I should retire, just take it easy after everything with the Ultra Beasts," Lionel pauses again to take a drink of his coffee, "but I just don't like sitting still. I want to do something with my time." Staring intently at the interviewer, as if weighing the way they seemed to take his answers (which wasn't much, apart from scrawling his words on a notepad, like a disconcerting therapist,) Lionel continues a moment later. "I reckon it'll be good for me, to be out and about, to have something to do. A goal. I don't do good without goals, or whatever." It sounds like something he was told, and has had to repeat to understand. Like he was repeating mechanically. Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region? "I've seen every inch of Unova. Every inch. I was born there, raised there. Prowled it as a teen, looked after it as an adult. When I couldn't do my job there anymore, I didn't see a reason to stay." Shifting awkwardly in his chair, Lionel huffs and says, "As to why here, and not anywhere else? Couldn't say for sure. It's a busy place, always something going on. Maybe the turmoil attracted me - I like putting myself where I don't belong. Undercover wasn't ever my strong suit. But I always solved the problem." He grins, then. "Maybe the Ranger's'll come to regret not letting me in." What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else. "Apart from my leg, I'm strong. I don't like sitting still, so I work out a lot. Spend a lot of time in the gym." Rubbing at an arm, Lionel thinks a moment, before saying, "I mentioned before, I'm pretty clever. Or I think I'm pretty clever, anyway. Reckon I'm honest. I don't like lying to people. Never did any good for most people, specially not the ones who did it to me." The hand on his arm moves then, to rub at his stubbled jaw, and he chuckles. "I'm told I'm handsome, too. Now, I like to eat a slice of humble pie now and then, but you hear you got a nice face enough times, you start thinkin' it might be true, right? Was that a bad answer? Sure hope not." Snorting, Lionel leans forward, twisting his coffee cup left and right beneath his hand. "Hopefully a little narcissism doesn't keep a man from training." What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now! Now, he knew this question was coming, but he all but scowls regardless. "My bum leg, for one. All but ruined my life, it did. I was still a member of the force when those Beasts attacked, you know? Tore my city a new one, just... all kinds of bad things going on left and right. One bad swipe from those bad boys and my whole career went up in flames." He makes the vague gesture of an explosion, huffing out a whoosh all the while. "I can't run for long anymore, just a couple minutes tops before it starts killing me. Hurts all the damn time. Hate it." Bringing his coffee up, he finishes it off, before thrumming his fingers against its now hollow container. "Apart from that? Sometimes I don't think. I know I said I was good at it before, but sometimes, your emotions get the better of you. They beat it into your head when you're in training not to, but people are only human, right? It happens. Mistakes happen. Rash decisions can be some of the best ones you can make, anyway. Though, not often. Not always." What was your childhood like? How was school? "Normal, by my approximation?" Laughing a little, he picks at the plastic lid of his coffee cup, before saying, "Real awkward question, really. It's been so long since I was a kid. Spent a lot of my time messing around with my Pokemon, getting into the standard kind of kid trouble." Shaking his head, he then says, "School was... hit or miss. I was a bit of a troublemaker as a teen. It's actually how I ended up becoming an officer, amusingly enough. Got in all this mess, doing things a self-respecting kid shouldn't be doing, and one night I get caught by this officer." Remembering it fondly, Lionel leans back in his chair with a faint grin. "Guy sits me down on a bench, looking at my cans of spraypaint - I was a tagger, ain't that funny? - and he tells me my art's pretty good, I should put it to use somewhere productive. I ask him where he thinks, and he says he can ask his Chief, see if I can't paint a mural on the wall of his precinct. We sat down, and just talked 'til my mom got worried enough to come out and find me." "Anyway, I never did get to spray that wall, but, I made a friend in that man. Got me out of a line of living what might've gotten me into some bad stuff - put me on a path I don't regret. I miss him, sometimes." How is your relationship with your family? "Fine, I'd say. They weren't too happy to hear I was moving out of the region, but what can you do? I'm an adult, and I make my own decisions. I can't be mama's boy forever." Despite this, he seems to think to check his phone for a moment, before putting it away. "Dad was pretty proud of me for being an officer. Said he'd always wanted to be one, but having a kid, he didn't want to risk not coming home. He'd a safe job, desk job, but it paid the bills. Mom didn't work, stayed home to take care of me. Caused friction here and there, but when you're with the same person every day, day in day out, gets a bit tiring, right?" Huffing out a laugh, he says, "I'll probably have her calling me nonstop before the month is out, though. She can't stay mad at me for long." What do you like to do for fun? "Fun, ah? Used to go jogging a lot, when I could. Something about putting headphones on and going for a run in some crisp air always felt right. It was good for the mind. Now, though? I mostly do puzzles. Jigsaws. Crosswords. Keeps the mind fresh." Realizing that seemed awfully elderly of him, he tries to save face. "Video games, sometimes. They've made some crazy strides in the last few years with that stuff." Thinking a moment, idly tapping his fingers against the empty cup again, he says, "I collect stuff. Snowglobes, knick-knacks, that kinda stuff. Got a whole shelf of the things, I pick 'em up everywhere I go. Like a piece of where you've been." What are your feelings on romance? For a moment, he makes a face, and then shrugs. "Last long-term relationship I had ended because she didn't like my job. Guess I've got a better chance now that I'm doing something people see as less dangerous? But I dunno. Never had much luck in that department - but who knows, things can change. Might be nice." What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term. "I know I said I was goal-oriented, but that stands for stuff other people wants me to do." Shaking his head, Lionel goes quiet for a few moments, before starting to tentatively speak. "Short-term, I guess, just... work on getting out more. I let myself stay inside for a long time, let myself get uh, depressed. Least, that's what my dad says happened. Either way, I want to start being healthier. Maybe see if I can't work past this whole leg thing. Long-term, though... I think I wanna prove I really can get better. I guess that's the same as short-term, but I want to make a positive, real impact on myself. I want to prove I can do something, I still got the strength and fire in me to be something worthwhile. My life didn't end when I retired. I wanna prove that, to other people, and to myself." If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why? "Arcanine." It's a simple answer, immediate even. "I love those things. Standard partner for an officer, sure, but it's for a reason. Great, majestic things they are. So smart, and powerful, just... real good. They always get the job done, and never let something hold them back, even when it's tough. I miss my partner, Flamebolt. Silly name, sure, but that's what his name was on the paperwork - name the breeders made for him, or something. Best friend I ever had." What do Pokemon mean to you? Lionel is quiet for a while, before he says, "Companions. Bastions. Friends. People've got a lot of different opinions on them, but I think, in all my years, I've come to learn that a good Pokemon can stand between you and something real bad. I think they're important. I think they mean... strength and fortitude." Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go? "I think I'm good. Pretty sure I talked more to you than I have to my mom in our last three phone-calls. Don't let her know that, if you call her, or something." Snorting, the man starts to work himself up into a standing position, sighing out. "Thanks for your time, though - question? Know any good restaraunts around here? Like, greasy food sorts?" A pause. "No? Shoot. Well, yeah. Hopefully I didn't bomb the first test I've taken in years." |
Appearance
Height 6'5" / 195cm Build Athletic, Strong Hair Color Blonde Eye Color Orange | A large, lumbering man, Lionel is by most definitions of the word, a wall. While his leg tends to fail him, he's a staunch pillar, of broad shoulder and sinewy muscle that he's refused to let go, even after taking the injury that's cost him his job. His skin is a warm shade of brown, his eyes are a striking orange and yellow, like the eyes can't quite make up their mind on what they want to be. His hair is blonde and soft, often sticking up in random directions, even despite meticulous brushing. He looks tired, though he wears his age surprisingly well, with faint crows feet around his eyes. Usually, he doesn't smile, but it isn't unheard of. He's just kind of got RBF. His left leg was injured during the Ultra Beast attack, leaving him with a permanent limp; however, he often refuses to use a crutch or cane, out of a misplaced sense of pride. He will, however, use a cane on exceptionally bad days, but he generally won't leave his home on them. Aura A bright orange that lines his frame; it's an average glow, though occasionally it flares, brightening and crackling like the logs of a campfire. It exudes the feeling of strength and warmth, like someone you can trust. |
Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety
STANDARD SKILLS Agility 10 Charisma 5 Cooking 5 Crime 0 Dexterity 5 Farming 0 Fishing 0 Gaming 0 Luck 10 Medic 0 Mining 1 Performance (Type) 0 Research 0 Stamina 15 Stealth 0 Strength 15 Survival 0 POWER SKILLS Aura 0 Psychic 0 Abilities N/A NOTORIETY Reputation 0 Fame 0 Alignment 0 - Neutral Other Notes Lionel can be a bit of a flirt, but it isn't always knowingly. Sometimes he does it by sheer accident, and gets genuinely surprised when people do it back. He isn't very good at handling people being interested in him romantically, and tends to fumble. He has sloppy, ugly handwriting. Please don't make fun of him for it. For this reason, he prefers to text or email, over having to write letters or things of that nature. Genuinely tries his best, and often too hard, to do the right thing. Or, what he perceives to be the right thing. Even when, or especially when, it isn't his job to do the right thing. It'll probably land him in hot water someday. Pokemon
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