[Soren Hale]

Soren Hale

Age 28 Birthday January 1, 1992 Gender Male Pronouns He/Him Orientation Demisexual Faction Freelancer Class Breeder Rank Pokesitter Occupation Vagabond Hometown Saffron City, Kanto Current Residence Traveling

Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself? "Uh," Soren starts, lifting a hand to scratch at his cheek. The interviewer, a woman who looks only more tired the longer the silence goes on, stares at him implacably as she takes in the state of his dress. The long-haired man sits in front of her dressed head to foot in an honest-to-goodness martial ats gi, like he'd just walked out of one of those infomercials about kids taking a year's worth of karate classes for less than twenty dollars a month. Minus the patriotic flag and some cheesey fireworks photoshop, of course. Feeling the onset of a migraine and half-expecting the man to start stripping out of his clothing (past trauma, no doubt), she looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "Well... as you can see from what I'm wearing," He begins, making a gesture to his clothing. "Physical fitness is pretty important to me. I'm a former disciple of the Fighting Dojo in Saffron City - which, if you've never heard of it before, is basically a place people go to throw each other around and have a grand old time punching each other in the face. And there's pokemon battles there too, of course. But aside from that, I like to think I'm a pretty easygoing guy. I haven't actually won any tournaments back home or anything, not for lack of trying, and I figured since Arciel's opened up and making it a lot easier for people to strike it out on their own here I'd give it a shot. I actually just ran as soon as I got the news, right out of training and everything. Didn't have time to change." Soren gives the woman a bright, boyish grin, though it's edged a little in cocksure aggressiveness. "Oh, and I got a big appetite." So it's going to be one of those guys again. She's definitely got a headache now. Sighing out, she makes to move on, but then Soren follows up with, "I've been banned from a lot of buffets!" Oh. Well then. Moving on... Why are you interested in the class you've chosen? "Why did I want to be a Breeder? Well..." Here Soren trails off, a sheepish look overtaking his features. "I figured it'd be easier for me to be able to stay... relaxed, I guess? Being surrounded by a bunch of tiny babies, it's pretty peaceful. It automatically invokes the 'aww' factor, and I think it'll help me a lot. You're basically in charge of a tiny life, and the consequences are huge enough to reconsider anything that might potentially mess it up." There's a lot to that question that goes unanswered, and a part of her wants to press for more details, but she's also starting to get a really bad feeling about this guy. Heck, she had a while before lunch. She's gonna ask. "What do I mean by relaxed? Well... I guess you could say I get... stressed a lot? Is that the right word? Frustrated? Something like that." He clarifies with a tug on the belt tied around his middle. Eying it, the woman notes it's a black belt - isn't that the highest rank? Maybe that's why he was so stressed. She makes to say as much, and he laughs, the sound actually rather warm and friendly. "Yeah, I've been training for a long while. I'm not the highest out there, but I'm not super low, either." He punches a hand into his fist, and the act makes the fabric around his biceps strain a little. Catching herself ogling perhaps a little too hard, the woman quickly looks away and moves on. Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region? "I thought it would be nice to start anew, as it were," Soren explains, and his right leg has started to bounce a little. Maybe he has to go to the bathroom? Or it might just be a nervous habit. "Kanto's nice and all, and I grew up there, but once you feel like you have to get out and just be on your own there's no shaking that feeling. With all the flyers and adverts for tourism here, it kind of made Arciel the obvious choice. Besides, where else are you gonna go that people just give you a pokemon egg?" Shifting now in his seat, Soren reveals... an egg, bundled in his a ratted, well-worn canvas bag that assumes the shape of a backpack, but it's hard to tell. Obviously it's as well-traveled as the man it belongs to, but the egg that sits in the largest pocket looks fairly new. The interviewer has a question in her eyes, checks her watch, and thinks against it. There was leftover egg salad in the fridge calling her name, after all. What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else. Honestly, she's half expecting another "I'LL SHOW YOU" that still haunts her dreams, and she's grateful when Soren doesn't jump up right away to start peeling off his gi. "I've got good endurance, stamina and strength, so I can keep on going for a long time. Uh..." Realizing that probably sounds a bit suggestive, Soren scratches at his cheek sheepishly. But he doesn't rectify his earlier statement, and instead continues on. "I get along pretty well with people, and I'm pretty patient on top of that. You have to have a lot of discipline to work in a dojo, after all. It's kind of one of the core things they try to drill in you. I also like to think I'm a fairly good-looking guy, not to toot my own horn or anything... I'm just being honest!" The laugh that breaks out is oddly infectious, charming even, and the woman finds herself nodding along with everything he's saying. She looks back down to the questions on her sheet. This was going along fairly smooth. What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now! And just like that, the mood changes. Soren's smile doesn't fade, not quite, but it looks a little strained, and his gaze focuses on the wall as though he's only noticing for the first time. When he shifts again, she can catch the faintest glimpses of... tattoos? Is that a tattoo sleeve? And on his chest too? Oh my Arceus... "I can have... a bit of a temper." Soren eventually manages, and he looks utterly embarrassed and ashamed by it, like a dog that's just peed on the carpet and knows it's in trouble. She waits for him to continue, and he does, but his words are slow, like he's having to choose them carefully to avoid revealing too much. "When I get angry, even if it's just something really slight, it tends to go from zero to a hundred in like... two minutes. It's something I've been working on, but I'm starting to think it's always going to be a part of me." Lifting a hand, Soren rubs at the back of his neck and gives the woman a sheepish look. "It's hard to come down from. Once I really get angry, there's no talking me out of it. I've hurt a few friends along the way, and I'm not proud of those moments. It's another of the reasons why I came here instead of staying in Kanto. Being in the training dojo is nice, but sometimes I get concerned that I'll hurt someone - really hurt someone - and I'd figured being in an entirely new place away from the things that stressed me out before would be better, mentally, than staying in that place. I operate a lot on instinct, and when I feel an emotion particularly strongly I usually can't think of anything but that, and it gets pretty extreme." It sounds like there's more to that story - a lot more - but knowing that there was a question later on that would potentially delve deeper into what he's just barely revealed, she nods and continues on with the questioning. What was your childhood like? How was school? "My childhood was pretty uneventful, and school even more so." It comes suspiciously quickly. Soren leans back in his chair, and he probably realizes that doing so shows just a bit more of the tattoos covering his skin because he's quick to straighten his gi out again. Coughing, he continues on. "Dad died when I was real young, so it was up to my mom to pay the bills and raise both me and my brother. When I was old enough I tried getting a part-time job, help out with bills, and I ended up dropping out of school altogether when my mom got sick. She passed away, and it fell to me and my brother to try and fend for ourselves." Here Soren pauses, and the interviewer takes the chance to apologize for his loss. With a shake of his head, he's quick to project a bright, beaming grin back at her, and the room suddenly seems that much brighter. Until he continues on, of course. "When you're young and desperate for money, you end up doing a lot of stuff you kinda wish you didn't. Looking back on it now, it was essential for survival, but I don't really regret it all that much because I feel like that's an experience I can't trade for anything." Soren takes the opportunity to nudge the fabric of his gi down in a show of honesty, and the interviewer is treated to a massive, torso-covering tattoo that stretches to his biceps and disappears under the cloth. Seeing her expression, Soren manages a tight smile. "I fell in with the wrong crowd, but that was back then - I'm hoping that doesn't disqualify me from coming to the region." He pulls the fabric back up to cover himself, rearranges it into place, and folds his hands in his lap. How is your relationship with your family? "Before my mom and dad died, I think we were an all right family." Soren crossed an ankle over his knee, looking thoughtful. "From what I can remember of my dad he was a good guy - little bit of a tough-love kind of guy, but I can forgive him for that - and my parents were completely in love. She took it hard when he passed, and ... I dunno, maybe that's one of the reasons why she got sick years later." His gaze drifts out the window, and he hums. "My brother and I get along okay. He went his way, and I went mine, once everything was said and done. Occasionally we'll talk, but that's once every three years, at best." Trailing off, he looks like there's more he wants to say, but he shakes his head and doesn't follow up to that response. What do you like to do for fun? "I go hiking a lot," He's quick to dive into the next subject, eager. "And... you know how in those martial arts movies there's that training montage where people sit under waterfalls and stuff? That's me, I'm that guy." Thumbing to himself, Soren rolls his shoulders and leans in, really invested in this subject. "I've been training in the dojo for a long time, so anything to do with martial arts - perfecting my technique, learning new things. I'm like a sponge, I love soaking up new information. I also like going to the bar and..." He stops himself, trailing off. What he says next is in a completely different tone, almost questioning, but he doesn't elaborate further. "Uh. Pick up chicks?" The interviewer eyes him suspiciously. After a long, tense pause, Soren rubs at the back of his neck and looks away again with that guilty look on his face. "Well... It's interesting to me when people get drunk, and most of the time they're pretty aggressive. I like that." She blinks. He likes... seeing drunk people? There's an implication behind his words that sounds a lot like he really means he either finds them attractive, or he goes to a bar to get into fights. Do people like that really exist? She's not entirely sure she wants to know the meaning behind his words. What are your feelings on romance? "I've had a few girlfriends, but they were usually people that I've known for a long time. A few one-offs in a bar, things like that; comes with being a hot-blooded guy, I guess." Soren shifts in his seat again, the action nudging the egg a little in his pack and he's quick to make sure it doesn't tip over or anything. Despite the muscles and the apparent "anger issues", he's very careful with the egg. "But as far as serious relationships? My longest was maybe... six months. Six months for four years of being my friend, and I'd like to think it went all right." His expression turns sheepish. "Course, she doesn't talk to me anymore, so I guess that's pretty telling. I don't mind romance, but unless I have some kind of prior history I mean... I guess I don't do so well. Unless it's purely physical, then that I can get behind. It seems that's all that I got before I came here." He pats down the front of his uniform. "It's the outfit, I swear. Girls love it. And sweat, which is really weird?" There's an uncomfortable silence after that. Coughing, the interviewer presses on. What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term. "Own a farm, for one," He ticks it off his fingers. "I don't think there's any dojos in the region? I might be wrong, I left in a real big hurry. My regular clothes are in my bag, don't worry." He motions to the ratty looking back and, sure enough, upon closer inspection the egg is swaddled in what looks like a pair of jeans and a scarf. Nice. "I figure the hard, intensive labor of tilling my own fields might help keep me in shape. Wake up early, milk the Miltank, tend the fields... maybe even plow them with a wagon or something." Which is... normally work reserved for a horse? Or a bull? Odd fellow. "I guess that's more a long-term thing, huh? Short-term... change out of these clothes and get some eggs cooking," He jokes, and only realizes a second later what he said, his expression shifting to a wince. "Not... Not like that, I'm not actually going to cook them. Just... you know, get them going- er. Get started on my new class duties." He finishes, a little lamely. A beat later, he adds on, "And meet some new people. Make some friends." If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why? "I bet you think I was gonna say fighting pokemon, huh?" He grins, leaning back in his chair a bit. "Well... you wouldn't be wrong. I like the discipline they have, the determination and the raw power behind their moves. And yet despite being able to destroy everything, they still got it under control. I'm gonna have to go with Machamp." The interviewer lifts a brow, encouraging him to continue. He does, thumbing at himself and making a small flex with his biceps. As she moves to start taking down notes, she catches a gaggle of interns peeking in through the window, practically swooning, and she waves them away exasperatedly. "I've only seen a few in my life, mostly at the dojo, but they're incredibly powerful. I wouldn't mind getting to that point someday - and maybe also have four arms, you know, so I can do more at once. Think how much more food I could eat!" What do Pokemon mean to you? This question makes him pause. He's not too sure how to answer that, and it shows on his expression before he answers, albeit a little tentatively at first. "I admire them. There's so much potential for destruction there, and they don't have to listen to their trainers but they do, because of the bonds they've formed. Think about how much messier the world would be if they just went off and did their own thing? I'm a little jealous." Jealous of? Being able to do whatever he wanted, or being able to destroy the world? She prompts this question to him, and his silence is a little unnerving. "... Being able to do my own thing, of course." She can tell he's lying. It shows in his tone; he's an absolutely awful liar. But it looks like he means it in some way, so she doesn't prompt him for more and moves to wrap up this interview. Her egg salad isn't going to prep itself, after all. Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go? "I'll get changed before I come over, don't worry!" Soren says quickly, and he stands, and she just manages to catch sight of that same group of girls oggling him through the window in the door. She makes to tell them off but thinks better of it and sighs. As he's gathering up his things, Soren pauses, standing behind the chair he's seated in and looking over. "Aside from that... not really. Er, if you want me to explain anything more, please let me know." She gives him a nod, straightening out her papers and notes. After eyeing them warily for a little while, he gives a courteous, formal bow that's very reminiscent of two people about to spar, and gathers up his things to leave the room.

Appearance

Height 6'4" / 193cm Build Athletic, muscular Hair Color Black, with dark green highlights Eye Color Golden yellow

Soren sports a massive array of tattoos on his torso and back; red camellias along side his ribcage and shoulders, stretching down to his stomach, and dragons winding around his wrists and upper biceps. On the backs of his hands are yin-yang symbols, and down his legs the tattoos continue, more red camellias and the rest of the dragon's body winding down his legs and shins. On his back is tattooed a singular word: Loyalty. Aside from the tattoos, Soren is a relatively friendly looking person - when he's in a good mood. His hair is long, usually tied back in a ponytail or else braided to get it out of the way, and goes down past the middle of his back. Soren's casual wear gives full-body coverage, concealing all of the tattoos all over his body, which is a bit of a pain in the heat. His casual clothing is also clothing that he can easily move around in should he ever find himself in a fight, and it's not a far cry to see him in a hoodie and some joggers - the epitome of bum chic. Aura Soren't aura is a a muted, rippling grey that glows faintly from within with rays of goldenrod, like the sun behind a cloud. It pulses occasionally, but otherwise remains at rest.

Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety

STANDARD SKILLS Agility 10 Charisma 10 Cooking 0 Crime 0 Dexterity 15 Farming 0 Fishing 0 Gaming 0 Luck 0 Medic 0 Mining 0 Performance (Type) 0 Research 0 Stamina 18 Stealth 0 Strength 20 Survival 0 POWER SKILLS Aura 0 Psychic 0 Abilities N/A NOTORIETY Reputation 0 Fame 0 Alignment 0 - Neutral Other Notes Anything that didn't fit elsewhere in the bio that you feel like explaining or making note of. Pokemon Starter Option Ultimate Challenge - Option A OOC or IC? OOC Gem Spending? No OOC Info Played By Whimsae Face Claim Yan Qing from Fate/Grand Order

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