Post by Darian Ironwood on May 4, 2010 11:30:20 GMT -7
Name: Dr. Darian Ironwood
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Profession: Trainer (Mixed Doctorate in Pokemon and... the study of trees)
Alignment: Civilian
Appearance:
Darian is... well, the time he spent outside of the usual research of a Professor was spent hiking around trying to find rare trees, so he has a Hiker's build - large, fit, but still well-fed and sporting a generous ponch. His skin is rough and tanned, hands bearing the callouses of work in the forest. He stands at about 5'9", so not the tallest man, and it makes him look relatively stocky. His hair is thick and curly, and he keeps it cropped short mostly because the alternative is to turn into a brown fuzzball. Along with his well-kept beard, it just cements the "woodsman" air he has about him. Both are getting flecks of gray in them, but in a rare show of vanity Darian has sieged his hair with hairdyes of all sorts.
His clothing is rough and functional above all - dark turtlenecks, denim vests, jeans, work boots - it's rare to see him in the lab coat that seems to have become the icon of his career. He doesn't vary his wardrobe much, either - he's just as likely to show up to a formal occasion in jeans, jacket and boots as he is to show up in the woods like that. Still, if he absolutely has to he can clean up pretty decently... but that's a description that fits most people anyway, believe it or not.
Personality:
Darian is a relatively jovial guy, when he's interacting with people, but he plays the absent-minded professor role to a T at the same time. So while he can engage in friendly conversation at one point, he's as likely any second to realize he totally forgot to do something and go charging off to finish that. His life is basically one big confused hurricane, and he likes it that way, but it tends to be difficult for others to keep up with him.
He's a little resentful that, as the official Professor of the PLSR, he's shoehorned into the same role as the other researchers around the globe - he's more interested in forests than Pokemon in all honesty, but he's a man of science and skilled at what he does, and there's more interest in the Pokemon research. Still, he doesn't tend to moan about that particular grievance unless he's being pressed to turn in a research report or they're complaining of his absence from his lab. Again. Of course, neither option is available considering he's trapped in a distant land, and.. to be entirely honest, enjoying the freedom.
Biography:
Darian was once a young, upstart naturalist looking to get involved in the world of science. He wanted to study forests - local fauna amazed him and he was always hiking and birdwatching and such anyway, so it was certainly a passion for him. At the same time, Oak's research into the subject of Pokemon was making waves, and he like other impressionable youths of his time was caught up in the hype and washed away. The difference was that unlike all the others who went off to normal jobs or to become Trainers, Darian had the mind to enter the hype at its source (it helped that getting scholarships as an up-and-coming Pokemon researcher was far easier than... er, tree scholarships). So, he went in and pursued a mixed degree.
Fastforward 12 years - he's 30 now, spent the best years of his life in classrooms, forests, biology labs and among Pokemon almost more often than fauna. He's written theses - he's a published and respected name in the field of Pokemon, though nowhere near the greats like Oak and Birch. And he just finished school. The newly-dubbed Dr. Ironwood then found himself seeking employment, and there was no lack of opportunities. Still, it turned out that a lesser-known Region out in the middle of the ocean was... Professor-less, as it were. There was no one studying the effects of their environment on the highly mutable Pokemon, no one trying to discover new breeds. Basically, the Pokemon League division there wanted a representative of the scientific world on their payroll there, and Ironwood fit the bill perfectly. Still relatively young and idealistic, he took the job.
His work was... well, it was. That's about all that could be said. He hijacked his research lab more than once to deal with leaf samples or took his assistants out to the nearby forest in the interest of checking on the health of the trees after a Weevile infestation. Still, he turned in reports on the right subject often enough and comprehensively enough to satisfy the PLSR, and all was well. He had dictated his terms when they hired him - that he be allowed to conduct secondary research of a subject of his choice - so they couldn't complain.
Then, he hears about another Region - Altairen. There was something about war or whatever, but he had saved up a few holiday weeks and decided to cash them in on... ba-dum, a research trip! Yep, he was coming to a completely new area... to look at their trees. The man has a bit of a preoccupation, you see.
However, there was no way to transfer his caught Pokemon to the new region, so he went without. Literally, without. Still, he had a Shellder he caught on the ride over, so he figured it'd be alright. Little on the weak side, but...
And then he got stranded in there because the government was in flux, and he'd rode into a military dictatorship. And y'know what?
Now he has as long as he wants to look at trees.
Rock on.
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Profession: Trainer (Mixed Doctorate in Pokemon and... the study of trees)
Alignment: Civilian
Appearance:
Darian is... well, the time he spent outside of the usual research of a Professor was spent hiking around trying to find rare trees, so he has a Hiker's build - large, fit, but still well-fed and sporting a generous ponch. His skin is rough and tanned, hands bearing the callouses of work in the forest. He stands at about 5'9", so not the tallest man, and it makes him look relatively stocky. His hair is thick and curly, and he keeps it cropped short mostly because the alternative is to turn into a brown fuzzball. Along with his well-kept beard, it just cements the "woodsman" air he has about him. Both are getting flecks of gray in them, but in a rare show of vanity Darian has sieged his hair with hairdyes of all sorts.
His clothing is rough and functional above all - dark turtlenecks, denim vests, jeans, work boots - it's rare to see him in the lab coat that seems to have become the icon of his career. He doesn't vary his wardrobe much, either - he's just as likely to show up to a formal occasion in jeans, jacket and boots as he is to show up in the woods like that. Still, if he absolutely has to he can clean up pretty decently... but that's a description that fits most people anyway, believe it or not.
Personality:
Darian is a relatively jovial guy, when he's interacting with people, but he plays the absent-minded professor role to a T at the same time. So while he can engage in friendly conversation at one point, he's as likely any second to realize he totally forgot to do something and go charging off to finish that. His life is basically one big confused hurricane, and he likes it that way, but it tends to be difficult for others to keep up with him.
He's a little resentful that, as the official Professor of the PLSR, he's shoehorned into the same role as the other researchers around the globe - he's more interested in forests than Pokemon in all honesty, but he's a man of science and skilled at what he does, and there's more interest in the Pokemon research. Still, he doesn't tend to moan about that particular grievance unless he's being pressed to turn in a research report or they're complaining of his absence from his lab. Again. Of course, neither option is available considering he's trapped in a distant land, and.. to be entirely honest, enjoying the freedom.
Biography:
Darian was once a young, upstart naturalist looking to get involved in the world of science. He wanted to study forests - local fauna amazed him and he was always hiking and birdwatching and such anyway, so it was certainly a passion for him. At the same time, Oak's research into the subject of Pokemon was making waves, and he like other impressionable youths of his time was caught up in the hype and washed away. The difference was that unlike all the others who went off to normal jobs or to become Trainers, Darian had the mind to enter the hype at its source (it helped that getting scholarships as an up-and-coming Pokemon researcher was far easier than... er, tree scholarships). So, he went in and pursued a mixed degree.
Fastforward 12 years - he's 30 now, spent the best years of his life in classrooms, forests, biology labs and among Pokemon almost more often than fauna. He's written theses - he's a published and respected name in the field of Pokemon, though nowhere near the greats like Oak and Birch. And he just finished school. The newly-dubbed Dr. Ironwood then found himself seeking employment, and there was no lack of opportunities. Still, it turned out that a lesser-known Region out in the middle of the ocean was... Professor-less, as it were. There was no one studying the effects of their environment on the highly mutable Pokemon, no one trying to discover new breeds. Basically, the Pokemon League division there wanted a representative of the scientific world on their payroll there, and Ironwood fit the bill perfectly. Still relatively young and idealistic, he took the job.
His work was... well, it was. That's about all that could be said. He hijacked his research lab more than once to deal with leaf samples or took his assistants out to the nearby forest in the interest of checking on the health of the trees after a Weevile infestation. Still, he turned in reports on the right subject often enough and comprehensively enough to satisfy the PLSR, and all was well. He had dictated his terms when they hired him - that he be allowed to conduct secondary research of a subject of his choice - so they couldn't complain.
Then, he hears about another Region - Altairen. There was something about war or whatever, but he had saved up a few holiday weeks and decided to cash them in on... ba-dum, a research trip! Yep, he was coming to a completely new area... to look at their trees. The man has a bit of a preoccupation, you see.
However, there was no way to transfer his caught Pokemon to the new region, so he went without. Literally, without. Still, he had a Shellder he caught on the ride over, so he figured it'd be alright. Little on the weak side, but...
And then he got stranded in there because the government was in flux, and he'd rode into a military dictatorship. And y'know what?
Now he has as long as he wants to look at trees.
Rock on.
