Post by Professor Sycamore on Oct 25, 2014 3:30:22 GMT
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▶ BASIC INFORMATION.
▶ Professor Augustine Sycamore, Boure. Codename: "Le Beau Cerveau"
▶ NAME:
Augustine Sycamore
▶ AGE:
Thirty-Five.
▶ GENDER:
Professor Sycamore is VERY manly, non~?
▶ HOMETOWN:
KALOS, Lumiose City.
▶ AFFILIATION:
Boure. He keeps his affiliation hidden in the shadows, only a select few such as Diantha knowing the truth.
▶ JOB/OCCUPATION:
Investigator. Sycamore's facade of neutrality allows him to blend into many locations easily, and his charisma is sure to make information gathering easy. He also has an excuse for being all over the region: his research, which he still works hard on day after day in his increasingly harried lab.
▶ IN-DEPTH INFORMATION.
▶ PERSONALITY:
- Charismatic and easygoing.
- Sharp as a whip: he's a professor for a reason!
- Doesn't believe in limits, which is part of why mega evolutions intrigue him so.
- Very gentlemanly.
- Always strives to see the best in everyone.
- Flighty and indecisive.
- Overly sentimental, somewhat afraid of loss.
- Can come across as vain.
- Has a bad habit of burying his problems.
- A bit foolish, to the point where some people wonder how he became a professor.
▶ HISTORY:
Augustine Sycamore was always such a bright, curious child. Such a shame he always had more heart than brains. Fortunately for him, his parents were always there to help him along with his goals, using their wealth and connections to land their son in a rather prestigious school. He never floundered but never really exceeded either, spending year after year working himself to the bone to try and keep himself afloat at B level. For a while, his life was nice and ordinary.
That all changed when his parents sent him to a boarding school for high school. The distractions of being away from home and surrounded by people around his age hampered his ability to focus, especially when he was too busy flirting to actually put effort into his grades. The biggest distraction of all, however, was his roommate from Shalour City. He regularly boasted about the town's mystic secrets, especially the limit-surpassing power of the Mega Evolution. His knowledge was based solely on hearsay and legend, but it left Sycamore absolutely enthralled. After all, Pokemon evolution had long fascinated him. Upon hearing of this new form of evolution he couldn't control his desires anymore, and the second he had graduated from school he ran off to Shalour to learn the city's secrets.
It was a miracle he lasted a week.
The physical training was long and gruelling, work that a rich kid from Lumiose City would have never needed to perform before. The mental training was just as long and vicious, including hours of focused meditation, deciphering ancient Kalosian writing, and constantly being thrust right into his greatest fears to try and overcome them. It didn't help that he spent many a sleepless night trying to push himself further, making up in the dark what he had failed to achieve in the light. The toll it took on his health was matched only by the toll his many failures took on his dignity. Out of embarrassment and concern for his health he left after a month of training, absolutely sure that he would never properly understand Mega Evolution.
Life was calm until he turned 20. That's when the two best friends he'd ever met arrived to shake everything up. First came Diantha, a spirited, rebellious woman who wore many masks. She was like a force of nature, both on and off the battlefield. Then came Lysandre, a charming genius of a man with big ideas that you just couldn't help but listen to. There was a tinge of mania to his voice, but didn't all great leaders have that spark beneath them? He met them at the Café Soleil, which quickly became a common meeting spot for them as they encountered each other more and more often. They quickly became fast friends bonding over all sorts of activities. They talked together, fought together, travelled together, told off anybody who hurt Diantha together.
Okay, that last part might've just been Sycamore and Lysandre. Bunch of sentimental worrywarts, they were.
He joined them without a doubt when they left Lumiose, although not to take on the gym challenge. That was much more up Diantha's alley, as the strongest battler of the trio. Instead, he wanted to make his own mark on the world. He took great strides to rediscover the intellectual curiosity he once harbored in his youth, writing down anything he saw on his travels, studying the capabilities of his and his friends' Pokemon, and spending many long nights in libraries wherever he could find any. He also tried to capture the confidence Lysandre and Diantha both held, forsaking the shier, more nervous Sycmore of youth and becoming the "suave" goof we all know and love today.
A year or so after his travels with his friends, the group began to split its separate ways. Diantha had the responsibilities of a champion to attend to, as well as the spare time to finally pursue her desire of being an actress. Sycamore himself scored a once-in-a-lifetime chance to study under Professor Rowan, which would allow him to finally make his mark in the scientific community and gain the respect needed to take up his own research. Lysandre . . . Sycamore was never entirely sure what Lysandre would do. "Run for mayor, perhaps," Sycamore mentioned in a letter after he left, partly joking but believing entirely in Lysandre's potential to lead. While the group never saw each other in person as much, they strived to visit each other multiple times a year and always wrote or kept in contact.
Rowan got to see a side of Sycamore few saw, namely due to how passionate the would-be scientist was about Pokemon evolution. The only thing that could steal Sycamore's attention away from focusing on this research was writing letters to the many lovely ladies of Sinnoh, and even that was but a temporary distraction. Fieldwork was Sycamore's favorite part of the experience, even if his constant attempts to tie Mega Stones into pre-existing mysteries such as evolutionary stones, Mt. Coronet, and the Moss and Ice Rocks probably grated on the senior professor. One of Sycamore's favorite memories will always be the time he accidentally evolved a research Eevee into a Sylveon rather than an Espeon. It left both of the two floored.
After a few fruitful years of research, Sycamore returned to his home of Lumiose and began focusing on setting up his professional life. His goofy demeanor and flirtatious tendencies often lead people to joke that he slept his way into whatever successes he found, but he simply laughed them off. What he found much less easy to laugh away, however, was the growing emptiness he felt as his group of friends began dissolving. When he was around 30, the already-infrequent group meetings began coming to a halt. Sometimes when speaking to Lysandre or Diantha, they asked how the other was doing, but even that began to die out. It seemed like Sycamore could only reach them separately, and after another year or so not at all. The ten-year power trio had finally come to an end, reduced to the occasional exchange of pleasantries whenever they met. To this day Sycamore still feels hollow over the loss, a feeling only made much worse by the Geosenge Incident.
He never knew Lysandre would become a genocidal maniac. Well, he did know. But he never wanted to believe it. And he especially didn't want to believe that he would end up leaving children, the children he sent on their journeys, in the line of fire. He didn't know who to feel guiltier for. The children, who were now forced to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, or the friend he hadn't helped because he was too busy fearing what could have gone wrong. When the two clashed he spent the day drinking his sorrows away, too worried to think straight but too scared to lend his support or join the confrontation. He cursed his luck the day he was chosen to speak after Lysandre's fall, putting on his bravest face and speaking with as much fake emotion as he could muster up.
His disgust, with himself and the whole situation that allowed these failings to take form. He detests war, and for the first two years of its beginning simply holed himself up in his lab and refused to take a side. To this day his allegiance is still secret, Sycamore having no desire to make an open statement. However, he still fights his hardest to try and create a safer world. One where Calem and Serena would have never needed to fight a genocidal maniac. One where Lysandre would have received help, or at least been handled by law enforcement rather than innocent children.
One where he could finally repent for his terrible mistakes.
That all changed when his parents sent him to a boarding school for high school. The distractions of being away from home and surrounded by people around his age hampered his ability to focus, especially when he was too busy flirting to actually put effort into his grades. The biggest distraction of all, however, was his roommate from Shalour City. He regularly boasted about the town's mystic secrets, especially the limit-surpassing power of the Mega Evolution. His knowledge was based solely on hearsay and legend, but it left Sycamore absolutely enthralled. After all, Pokemon evolution had long fascinated him. Upon hearing of this new form of evolution he couldn't control his desires anymore, and the second he had graduated from school he ran off to Shalour to learn the city's secrets.
It was a miracle he lasted a week.
The physical training was long and gruelling, work that a rich kid from Lumiose City would have never needed to perform before. The mental training was just as long and vicious, including hours of focused meditation, deciphering ancient Kalosian writing, and constantly being thrust right into his greatest fears to try and overcome them. It didn't help that he spent many a sleepless night trying to push himself further, making up in the dark what he had failed to achieve in the light. The toll it took on his health was matched only by the toll his many failures took on his dignity. Out of embarrassment and concern for his health he left after a month of training, absolutely sure that he would never properly understand Mega Evolution.
Life was calm until he turned 20. That's when the two best friends he'd ever met arrived to shake everything up. First came Diantha, a spirited, rebellious woman who wore many masks. She was like a force of nature, both on and off the battlefield. Then came Lysandre, a charming genius of a man with big ideas that you just couldn't help but listen to. There was a tinge of mania to his voice, but didn't all great leaders have that spark beneath them? He met them at the Café Soleil, which quickly became a common meeting spot for them as they encountered each other more and more often. They quickly became fast friends bonding over all sorts of activities. They talked together, fought together, travelled together, told off anybody who hurt Diantha together.
Okay, that last part might've just been Sycamore and Lysandre. Bunch of sentimental worrywarts, they were.
He joined them without a doubt when they left Lumiose, although not to take on the gym challenge. That was much more up Diantha's alley, as the strongest battler of the trio. Instead, he wanted to make his own mark on the world. He took great strides to rediscover the intellectual curiosity he once harbored in his youth, writing down anything he saw on his travels, studying the capabilities of his and his friends' Pokemon, and spending many long nights in libraries wherever he could find any. He also tried to capture the confidence Lysandre and Diantha both held, forsaking the shier, more nervous Sycmore of youth and becoming the "suave" goof we all know and love today.
A year or so after his travels with his friends, the group began to split its separate ways. Diantha had the responsibilities of a champion to attend to, as well as the spare time to finally pursue her desire of being an actress. Sycamore himself scored a once-in-a-lifetime chance to study under Professor Rowan, which would allow him to finally make his mark in the scientific community and gain the respect needed to take up his own research. Lysandre . . . Sycamore was never entirely sure what Lysandre would do. "Run for mayor, perhaps," Sycamore mentioned in a letter after he left, partly joking but believing entirely in Lysandre's potential to lead. While the group never saw each other in person as much, they strived to visit each other multiple times a year and always wrote or kept in contact.
Rowan got to see a side of Sycamore few saw, namely due to how passionate the would-be scientist was about Pokemon evolution. The only thing that could steal Sycamore's attention away from focusing on this research was writing letters to the many lovely ladies of Sinnoh, and even that was but a temporary distraction. Fieldwork was Sycamore's favorite part of the experience, even if his constant attempts to tie Mega Stones into pre-existing mysteries such as evolutionary stones, Mt. Coronet, and the Moss and Ice Rocks probably grated on the senior professor. One of Sycamore's favorite memories will always be the time he accidentally evolved a research Eevee into a Sylveon rather than an Espeon. It left both of the two floored.
After a few fruitful years of research, Sycamore returned to his home of Lumiose and began focusing on setting up his professional life. His goofy demeanor and flirtatious tendencies often lead people to joke that he slept his way into whatever successes he found, but he simply laughed them off. What he found much less easy to laugh away, however, was the growing emptiness he felt as his group of friends began dissolving. When he was around 30, the already-infrequent group meetings began coming to a halt. Sometimes when speaking to Lysandre or Diantha, they asked how the other was doing, but even that began to die out. It seemed like Sycamore could only reach them separately, and after another year or so not at all. The ten-year power trio had finally come to an end, reduced to the occasional exchange of pleasantries whenever they met. To this day Sycamore still feels hollow over the loss, a feeling only made much worse by the Geosenge Incident.
He never knew Lysandre would become a genocidal maniac. Well, he did know. But he never wanted to believe it. And he especially didn't want to believe that he would end up leaving children, the children he sent on their journeys, in the line of fire. He didn't know who to feel guiltier for. The children, who were now forced to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders, or the friend he hadn't helped because he was too busy fearing what could have gone wrong. When the two clashed he spent the day drinking his sorrows away, too worried to think straight but too scared to lend his support or join the confrontation. He cursed his luck the day he was chosen to speak after Lysandre's fall, putting on his bravest face and speaking with as much fake emotion as he could muster up.
His disgust, with himself and the whole situation that allowed these failings to take form. He detests war, and for the first two years of its beginning simply holed himself up in his lab and refused to take a side. To this day his allegiance is still secret, Sycamore having no desire to make an open statement. However, he still fights his hardest to try and create a safer world. One where Calem and Serena would have never needed to fight a genocidal maniac. One where Lysandre would have received help, or at least been handled by law enforcement rather than innocent children.
One where he could finally repent for his terrible mistakes.
▶ KNOWN POKEMON:
characters are allowed eight pokemon - six in their team, two in the pc - with four moves, one of which may be a tm/hm/tutor/egg move. three of the eight pokemon may be rares.
 Víðarr. ♂. Overgrowth
|  Sandraudiga. ♀. Blaze
|
 Höðr . ♂. Torrent
|  Meili. ♂. Fur Coat.
|
 Rán . ♀. Infiltrator.
|  Vili. ♂. Sap Sipper.
|
 Hretha. ♀. Mold Breaker.
|  Dellingr. ♂. Cheek Pouch.
|
▶ WRITER INFORMATION.
▶ PLAYER:
Gemini
▶ EXPERIENCE:
~3 years of serious RP at this point.
▶ CHARACTERS:
None yet.
▶ FACE CLAIM:
PROFESSOR SYCAMORE from THE POKEYMANS
NETTE OF IS
