Despite his situation, Rin is an optimist, through and through. His optimism could be mistaken for childishness at times, though there is plenty of evident to peg him as a childish dork. In a rough draft of his dorm, his side of the room is littered with manga magazines and his walls are bare save for a few movie posters like the Star Wars saga. He’s into pop culture and can both name and recognize a few popular j-rock bands. He likes to have fun and avoids looking how just how dreary the world can be. He doesn’t want to live life like that. He has high hopes of becoming stronger and protecting those around him. There is just a single blemish upon his optimistic conscious: his fear. As he encounters various people and their reactions towards his relation to Satan (along with his own hatred towards his biological father) Rin seesaws between maintaining his individuality and becoming the very monster they fear. He knows that he won’t – and he is working hard to avoid that fate – but he has already lost his friends once before. And he is not willing to be lonely and afraid again.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Rin’s biggest fear is to be rejected by his friends. He has grown to rely on them more than he does on himself. Without them, he would not have had the courage to face the challenges that confronted him. He acknowledges the strength of their bonds but he still fears being abandoned by them. He is too stubborn when frustrated, and when angered, Rin tends to let his emotions get the best of him. He is learning how to hold that part back, but it results in a smile and an attempt at a joke. He is afraid being dragged down into Gehenna, having already witnessed it once in his life.
His strengths lie in his cooking abilities and optimism. He finds it easier to deal with a situation if he ignores the negatives. If he must confront his inner demons, then he will, but only in the heat of battle. But once that experience is over and done with, he pushes towards focusing on what is important. Rin would rather live in the moment than overanalyze the future. As far as he is concerned, the present is all that matters. The future will come. While he isn’t a master chef, Rin knows enough about cooking to feed himself and his comrades. His brother has mentioned that his cooking is better than the pros (and encouraged him to open a small and short-lived restaurant in their school) but Rin doesn’t take it to heart. He knows he can cook and keeps it at that. When given the opportunity to show his skills in the kitchen, he will do so, but only so that others can eat. He may be bit of a show-off but he’s a little more reserved about his cooking – unless he is being openly complimented, then he’ll gladly boast about it being his talent. He wants to be useful, not only to others, but to prove to himself that he can be a reliable person.
Pokémon Information Affiliation: Trainer Starter: Poochyena Password: Swedish Fish
Samples First Person Sample: Look, I don’t know anything about Team Rocket or whatever – but I do know they’ve stolen a lot from people lately …
[The speaker cringes for just a moment. Rin still hadn’t gotten the hang of speaking directly to the gear (liar, he had, he just wanted to rely on his own strengths--) but he needed their help. Hell, as much as he wanted to take care of this himself, he knew that acting on his own was only a liability. And yet, no matter how often that fact was drilled into his head, he still refused to acknowledge it. Rin still stared resolutely into the pokegear, his jaw set firm although his gaze seemed to waver.]
…I’m taking them down for what they did. [Off screen a small whimper could be heard. Rin looks to his left, his frown gone and replaced instead with the soft and discomforting fear of someone about to lose something precious. When he returns his gaze to the gear, it blazes with the fire of a broken boy who hasn’t realized it’s already over.]
…Where are they?
Third Person Sample: Ecruteak City was a lot like Kyoto, except a lot more burned and charred in some places. Rin had kept his nose in the pokefield guide through most of the previous night, but now that he was seeing the grand city with his own eyes, it was hard to put the two together. In the bright daylight sun, the city seemed even more surreal. The guide’s pictures had nothing on the real thing! Rin and Poochy marveled at the “ye ole tyme” architecture and the local cuisine. The guide mentioned beautiful Kimono girls, some legend, local history, and the town’s local celebrity, but it seemed to have left out food.
That wasn't even close to being a good idea. Rin was hungry! And pictures in a guide book weren't making him any less hungry! It definitely wasn't helping Poochy either! If they just didn't eat the last of their food two days ago, this wouldn't be happening...
Rin and Poochy’s rumbling stomachs were quickly and frequently reminding them that they needed food – and fast. Poochy ran up ahead of Rin, using her nose to sniff out as much as she could. …He was almost jealous of her. No, he was jealous of her. Rin wanted to follow his own nose! Wasn’t he hungry enough to suddenly regain super speed or enhanced food find features? Or, hell, even spontaneous food producing skills would have been great!
But not him. Rin had to run to keep up with Poochy, his movements already slowed by his hollow stomach. She stopped by a lonely looking food cart parked by the edge of town. There was only one person in charge. Rin’s stomach rumbled painfully as he glanced over the limited options. But Poochy already had a choice in mind. She pawed at the side of the cart, right beneath a plate of biscuits. Why did Poochy want biscuits? Didn’t she want that awesome looking bowl of instant noodles instead?
Wait, no, she didn’t like noodles anyway. …Whatever, he’d buy ingredients for dinner later. They needed breakfast now.
“So what’s this?” Rin asked as he held up a small plate of shrink-wrapped biscuits. The owner of the food cart briefly looked over the top of her magazine. “Lava Cookies. They’re a specialty.” She said as she turned a page. “You buy a dozen of those, and I throw in a Pokeball for free.”
It sounded too good to be true – but did it really matter? No! There were about to be fed! And a pokeball too? The owner may as well had sold him the winning lottery ticket! Rin quickly paid her, and immediately unwrapped the cookies, pulling out one for himself and one for Poochy.
After that first bite, they knew exactly why the deal seemed too good.
“These are stale!”
“No refunds.”
“But you never said they were st– “
“No refunds.”
“But you – “
“No – “
“Listen to me!”
“ – refunds.”
“Whatever!” Jeez, cart lady. He’ll just use the cookies as bait. And with that extra pokeball (which he doubled checked to make sure that wasn’t a trick either) he’d so catch a new Pokémon. And with that new Pokémon, he’d make way better “cookies” than magazine cart lady could ever dream to make!!
But first he needed some water to get that stale cookie taste out of his mouth...
/breaks limit
Strengths/Weaknesses: Rin’s biggest fear is to be rejected by his friends. He has grown to rely on them more than he does on himself. Without them, he would not have had the courage to face the challenges that confronted him. He acknowledges the strength of their bonds but he still fears being abandoned by them. He is too stubborn when frustrated, and when angered, Rin tends to let his emotions get the best of him. He is learning how to hold that part back, but it results in a smile and an attempt at a joke. He is afraid being dragged down into Gehenna, having already witnessed it once in his life.
His strengths lie in his cooking abilities and optimism. He finds it easier to deal with a situation if he ignores the negatives. If he must confront his inner demons, then he will, but only in the heat of battle. But once that experience is over and done with, he pushes towards focusing on what is important. Rin would rather live in the moment than overanalyze the future. As far as he is concerned, the present is all that matters. The future will come.
While he isn’t a master chef, Rin knows enough about cooking to feed himself and his comrades. His brother has mentioned that his cooking is better than the pros (and encouraged him to open a small and short-lived restaurant in their school) but Rin doesn’t take it to heart. He knows he can cook and keeps it at that. When given the opportunity to show his skills in the kitchen, he will do so, but only so that others can eat. He may be bit of a show-off but he’s a little more reserved about his cooking – unless he is being openly complimented, then he’ll gladly boast about it being his talent. He wants to be useful, not only to others, but to prove to himself that he can be a reliable person.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Trainer
Starter: Poochyena
Password: Swedish Fish
Samples
First Person Sample:
Look, I don’t know anything about Team Rocket or whatever – but I do know they’ve stolen a lot from people lately …
[The speaker cringes for just a moment. Rin still hadn’t gotten the hang of speaking directly to the gear (liar, he had, he just wanted to rely on his own strengths--) but he needed their help. Hell, as much as he wanted to take care of this himself, he knew that acting on his own was only a liability.
And yet, no matter how often that fact was drilled into his head, he still refused to acknowledge it. Rin still stared resolutely into the pokegear, his jaw set firm although his gaze seemed to waver.]
…I’m taking them down for what they did. [Off screen a small whimper could be heard. Rin looks to his left, his frown gone and replaced instead with the soft and discomforting fear of someone about to lose something precious. When he returns his gaze to the gear, it blazes with the fire of a broken boy who hasn’t realized it’s already over.]
…Where are they?
Third Person Sample:
Ecruteak City was a lot like Kyoto, except a lot more burned and charred in some places. Rin had kept his nose in the pokefield guide through most of the previous night, but now that he was seeing the grand city with his own eyes, it was hard to put the two together. In the bright daylight sun, the city seemed even more surreal. The guide’s pictures had nothing on the real thing! Rin and Poochy marveled at the “ye ole tyme” architecture and the local cuisine. The guide mentioned beautiful Kimono girls, some legend, local history, and the town’s local celebrity, but it seemed to have left out food.
That wasn't even close to being a good idea. Rin was hungry! And pictures in a guide book weren't making him any less hungry! It definitely wasn't helping Poochy either! If they just didn't eat the last of their food two days ago, this wouldn't be happening...
Rin and Poochy’s rumbling stomachs were quickly and frequently reminding them that they needed food – and fast. Poochy ran up ahead of Rin, using her nose to sniff out as much as she could. …He was almost jealous of her. No, he was jealous of her. Rin wanted to follow his own nose! Wasn’t he hungry enough to suddenly regain super speed or enhanced food find features? Or, hell, even spontaneous food producing skills would have been great!
But not him. Rin had to run to keep up with Poochy, his movements already slowed by his hollow stomach. She stopped by a lonely looking food cart parked by the edge of town. There was only one person in charge. Rin’s stomach rumbled painfully as he glanced over the limited options. But Poochy already had a choice in mind. She pawed at the side of the cart, right beneath a plate of biscuits. Why did Poochy want biscuits? Didn’t she want that awesome looking bowl of instant noodles instead?
Wait, no, she didn’t like noodles anyway. …Whatever, he’d buy ingredients for dinner later. They needed breakfast now.
“So what’s this?” Rin asked as he held up a small plate of shrink-wrapped biscuits. The owner of the food cart briefly looked over the top of her magazine. “Lava Cookies. They’re a specialty.” She said as she turned a page. “You buy a dozen of those, and I throw in a Pokeball for free.”
It sounded too good to be true – but did it really matter? No! There were about to be fed! And a pokeball too? The owner may as well had sold him the winning lottery ticket! Rin quickly paid her, and immediately unwrapped the cookies, pulling out one for himself and one for Poochy.
After that first bite, they knew exactly why the deal seemed too good.
“These are stale!”
“No refunds.”
“But you never said they were st– “
“No refunds.”
“But you – “
“No – “
“Listen to me!”
“ – refunds.”
“Whatever!” Jeez, cart lady. He’ll just use the cookies as bait. And with that extra pokeball (which he doubled checked to make sure that wasn’t a trick either) he’d so catch a new Pokémon. And with that new Pokémon, he’d make way better “cookies” than magazine cart lady could ever dream to make!!
But first he needed some water to get that stale cookie taste out of his mouth...